Fairhaven University -- a mix of reality and magic
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Maybelle Library
"Do you want them new or used?" Ms. Russell asked, taking the list and reading through it quickly. "Used is more affordable for most students, and while the books are generally in good condition they may be highlighted and have notes written in them." She moved to a computer and started tapping away at the keyboard, bringing up the book requirements for the courses scrawled on Morgana's paper. "Yes, it looks like I have copies of everything you'll need." Of course, even used, college books could be pricey, especially when buying several of them at once. It was unfortunate, but that was just how things worked.
The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation. My CW shop, and my ping group
With professional haste, the paper was retrieved and quickly analyzed. Morgäna stood in silence, listening to the clicking of the keyboard as the librarian typed away with research. It was explained that used books would probably be more affordable than new. This she had already gathered from previous information Raia had explained before departing the building with the intern and tiger. Assuming they were still outside. The tiger, certainly predicting he would not be enabled to enter. He wasn't exactly a pet, however he was often confused and mistaken as one. The woman spoke once more, informing Morgäna that she was able to obtain the text she needed for the classes which were required. She would bite her lower lip, alabaster gaze would avert to the desk and floor. Shoulders rose and fell with a soft sigh. “What is the total should they be used?” She didn't exactly care for the condition of the books, so long as they held their purpose. The thought of skipping a class or two did cross her mind – though whether or not she would be able to get away with it still remained questionable.
ooc: Talking about books and costs and stuff make me cringe so much, lol, I remember standing in line and waiting two hours just to get to the bookstore before even getting my books OTL
(( You keep describing Morgana's eyes as white. Are they really? Also, I really don't have much for Ms. Russell here. Oh, TheMinorFall, I'm going to assume Nalta stayed with the tiger, but if I'm wrong, just let me know and I'll fix it.))
Maybelle Library
Ms. Russell consulted the computer again, and named a total. While it was a good bit of money, it was at least half what Morgana would have needed to pay if she'd asked for new books. "We do accept checks and plastic," she added. "If you need a few days to get the funds together, I can set the books aside for you until then."
Outside the library
The temperature where Nalta and the tiger stood dropped several degrees as a gust of wind hit them. Suddenly a balled-up flier for a student club bounced off the back of the new teacher's head. There didn't appear to be anyone close enough to have thrown it, and yet he might feel like he was being watched.
The ghost who threw the item observed the man to see his reaction. He wouldn't be able to see her until she phased in, but he might be able to sense that she was there. She wondered if his senses were good enough for that. She could tell he was a new teacher -- she always could. And over the years it had become her habit to attempt to spook each new member of the boarding academy's staff.
The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation. My CW shop, and my ping group
Ooc: They are white, though I often mix it between a nickel color sometimes. Though humans would be seeing a soft gray. I can toss up a few visuals I've drawn of her and the model I use for her as well! Also if I'm going too fast, posting wise let me know. I just generally try to keep myself going ;o; I'm also under that assumption but I know her tiger would remain outside. She will probably leave the library. Next post c:
[Edit] - here are some general refs of her. I can't art hoomans well so bare with me OTL
x | x (censor warning) | x | x (art (c) xNamaste @ dA) | x (artwork (c) me)
[sprry for my absence, I've been posting non stop basically for like a month on five different threads so I'm waiting for inspiration! I haven't forgotten you two though. I'll try to post tomorrow.]
Eyes would widen slightly to hear the price, absently reaching through her pockets of her messenger bag as if to dig for change. Morgäna cursed under her breath, not even close to the amount in which she needed. This is embarrassing. She thought to herself as she stood in silence. Nearly forgetting that the librarian was standing there speaking a few options to gamble with, the shifter woman took two steps back, mentally trying to recollect herself to keep from stressing. She'd already made a mess earlier in the afternoon; worried about the start of the morning if Janitors had already been by the classroom. However there was possible question to arise when an overhead light shattered when the lights were already off. Not only that; broken glass on the floor led to a safety hazard – which Morgäna hadn't quite thought through – instead quickly retreating from the two students. Though approaching two staff members ended up with one of them tagging along wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she went looking for her books. “Sure.” She finally muttered towards the older woman, seeming a little disappointed. Pale fingers, trembling pulled back muted plum strands behind delicate ears. “Excuse me.” she would dismiss herself from the desk almost in a hurry – though instead of darting for the door she veered towards the women's room.
Right hand on the metal knob coaxed small lilac electrical currents around it as if to intentionally keep people out of the empty restroom. It was a harmless defense but enough to send a startling shock should anyone try to enter, should locking it have no effect. Messenger bag fell to the tiled floor, some papers and a photo messily falling out. She could feel perspiration bead down the sides of her temple, breaking out in a cold sweat. Heart racing between tapering with the door and her body beginning to shift. [I] 'Try not to shift while your body is mending. Your magic will be sporadic as it restores itself.'[/i] The old vagabond's words replayed in her ears, teasing and coy. [I] 'Minor stresses seem to set you off – so do your best to just cope, won't you?[/i] mindful she had been handed the brochure of the college, and the start date of when she'd begin. “Easier said than done.” She hissed callously under her breath, back against the wall as she slid down to the tiled floor. A sharp pain struck throughout her body as she began to feel the bones and muscles begin to break down and tear – re-sculpting its anatomy. Clothes would tear, as muted plum fur would cloak pale skin. The bandage wrapped just beneath her chest had torn exposing open gnash, evident it was trying to heal. The newly made burn on her skin would expand just a few inches. Body molded into a slender wolfish physique. It was difficult not to cry out in the pain she was feeling. It would be much worse when she would shift back – whenever she would be able to do that.
The canvas of the wolf painted in a dark muted plum, black points painted her legs and her muzzle. White stripes brushed in varying size starting at the dorsal of her back, ending mid-way down an abnormally long tail. Alabaster eyes narrowed with a painful grimace, jowls exposed white platelets within her gums. Amethyst gem remained loosely around her neck in small electrical currents. Clothes were tattered along the bathroom floor with a bloodied gauze sprawled atop. Carmine liquid streaked tile with a few paw prints leading towards envious maiden. Morgäna heaved in laboring breaths shaking her head. Lowly growl rolled from black lips mindful of the pain and the revival of an old from newly exposed wound just beneath her bosom, plum hairs damp and dark indicating the source. Long tail curled around her in a tapestry fashion, curling in the corner for a moment to catch her breath. She stared at the door, pondering her leave. It wouldn't be wise to waltz out like this – and she wasn't able to reach the window given her now, smaller size.
Just outside the library, the tiger lounged at the stairs which led towards the building. Rounded ears flicked as his body would instinctively shiver despite his thick coat. He couldn't help but notice it had dropped several degrees than its usual comfortable evening temperature. Black indigo eyes blinked as he watched the small crumpled paper be tossed by an unknown entity, plopping against the back of the instructors head. Cheshire grin tugged his dark lips, bemused by the impish gesture. He recalled Raia warning them of the impish ghoul and its trickster behavior of trying to spook newcomers – at least the staff. “How coy.” he mused with a lowly purr. Long tail thumped against cement ground, musing plight. Though his attention quickly detoured, sensing something was off by the time length Morgäna had spent in the library. Surely it shouldn't take this long to gather books? That is if she had the funds to do so. His whiskers would quiver, scarred face turned, glancing at the instructor-aide with a harrowing glower. Without further word he would set towards the library, undecided if he was able to enter or not either appearing as a large tiger or a mere housecat.
ooc: Sorry for the ramble >w<
[Edit] OOC: I hope this was okay, figured I could make some kind of attempt to have something stir up in the library while the dorms were getting a little stirred up too :'D
Upon the impact of balled-up paper to his noggin, Nalta took a deep breath through his nose. The smell in the air was dusty, and stale. The scent was subtle, but it was there. Directly following this he saw the tiger's reaction as a wave of magic overflowed his own senses. Impressive that the animal was faster than him.
"Not now, ghost." He voice, darting to the door and slamming it open. He followed the magic to a bathroom, but he was foolish enough not to check for wards. He touched the knob and was deterred. With an annoyed growl he formed a hand sign "release!" He commanded, dispelling the ward, followed by a sharp Spartan kick of the door.
With a look of worry, he went to the girl's side, "Nicely done, coming in here." He said, "That was good judgment on your part."
He casted a summoning jutsu again, this time it was a scroll. "I can make you invisible and escort you back to your room. That way you won't be in trouble." He offered, waving the scroll around.
Nunque's attention on Raia wavered, he glanced at Amuné, then back at the professor, then back at Amuné again. "You have to stop me." He said as his eyes went fully black. Without looking his arm snapped forward with speed that only a demon could possess, as if he himself didn't have control. His head hung eerily as a wretched smile spread across his face despite the fear on his brow. As if it were being pulled by another party, his head turned against his will toward the teacher. He had a ha full of her shirt and was beginning to lift her off the ground.
[ I think this is more appropriate. Also I figured out how to get my phone to edit]
On the other side of the door, Morgäna had curled in the back corner of the restroom. Ears melted against her skull, listening to the sound of the knob being tugged briefly. Dark lips tugged into a disdainful frown with a quiet, weak scoff under her breath and eyes on the floor. Hearing a loud command and the door suddenly being forced open, the muted plum wolf would wince slightly, cursing under her breath. She didn't think anyone would be able to get through her barrier so easily. Envy lantern would be placed next to the mess of tattered clothes and spilled papers, though the tiger would keep space between he and she. Morgäna would turn her nose away from Nalta with a lowly huff at the compliment of her good judgement. Though she couldn't quite grasp – let alone comprehend the worry on his tone. “I'm not a child.” scoffing growl ruptured from raven lips. Ears would twitch, he'd offer to escort her back to the dorms safely. She would try to inch closer to the wall, cornering herself as if it would help her any. She felt her space invaded, making it evident she didn't want his help.
“I can handle myself--” she was stubbornly determined to keep to her refusal; pain tugging her nerves. Monsters don't need help Tiger companion retorted, nose pushed her now tattered clothes and the bloodied gauze as if trying to prove a point. She had an exposed open wound on her chest and then there was the blistering burn on her side still unattended. Jowls would bare as she would attempt to push past Nalta, jowls parted as she scooped up her lantern and would make the attempt to make an escape for the door.
(( more details about Raia's curse are in one of the smails I sent you a while back))
Jareth's room, ESH
Nunque charged the professor, and it was all Amuné could do to step out of the way to avoid being bowled over. She hadn't wanted them to progress to fighting, but now that they had she knew she was safer trying to intervene from one side than smack dab in the middle. Jareth was already scrambling onto the bed, looking to put as much space between himself and the combatants as possible.
"Jareth, call campus security. Amuné. Do you have any idea what might calm him down?" Raia was not quite fast enough to avoid Nunque's grip as she cast a draining curse on him. If it took, he would find himself becoming increasingly weaker over the course of the next 30 seconds or so. Regardless of the success of her curse, she followed it quickly with a force blast, aiming to fling the pair of them in separate directions, to give herself more room.
The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation. My CW shop, and my ping group
Nunque felt a sudden draining of his strength. /Yes, good.../ I avoided said in his mind. Was it his? Or was it the demon? Was there a difference? His thought was interrupted as he was thrown against a wall. Drywall crunched behind him before he slammed to the floor. The corruption that had receded from the drain curse was spreading faster now. The curse was overcome by some strange, dark energy. Rather, it was consumed by another curse, but not before it did some damage. Nunque struggled to his feet, only to drop to his knees again. His wretched, forced smile relaxed and the blackness of his eyes receded to reveal his normal, Amber gaze as his attention was locked on the floor. His muscles pulsated with the fading power, eventually giving out from fatigue.
Covered in sweat and trembling still, the corrupted man fell unconscious to the floor following two words that whispered out of him, "Forgive me."
"Go then." Nalta said, "You can explain to the dean and the council why a shift wolf is walking around in public for all the human students to see and report to the news and the authorities. Don't worry, even if they don't imprison you, the humans will only hunt you for the rest of your natural life. You will never have your precious solitude again." He ultimated.
He could feel the growing energy in the direction of the dorms suddenly spike, then decline. He trust Raia was already taking care of it, but he didn't feel right leaving her without backup. As much as he wanted to help this girl, his patience was growing thin. "I'm not asking to be your friend, or hold your hand. I'm simply suggesting you take my help so you don't get in trouble on my watch." He lied. This was purely noble. His empathy made him want to help her, but it seemed that negative reinforcement was a better option than tenderness.
[couldn't find it, but I think that played out well enough, sorry about all the issues with that encounter>.<]
Whiskers quivered on the tigers face as he shifted his weight and pushed his body forward as if to barricade his companion – blocking her pathway in her desire to escape. Black indigo eyes hardened, marred face cold. He would shove his shoulder at her, pushing her back. Morgäna grunted, alabaster jowls baring into the handle of her lantern. Envy squealed in motion though the light never fled from its wick. Muted ears would fold back against her skull again, long tail coiled around lithe frame in apprehension. The man made a valid point whether she wanted to admit it or not. The fuss wasn't worth a potential man hunt, let alone the unwanted attention. Rounded ears flicked upon the tigers crown as his attention deterred for a moment quickly returning towards the muted plum wolf. Dark lips pressed together, pressed in ominous silence with idle observation of her struggle. His nose did twitch at the coppery-stench tugging his nose, his stomach churning with a mindful hunger though he remained unmoved.
The subtle clink of metal hitting the tile was made when the pyrite lantern was released from her jowls in a heavy sigh of defeat. Small white flame danced impishly withing the enclosure of glass walls with jovial flicks. “Monsters are not worth helping.” Her head would fall between her shoulders, expression painted in defeated disappointment. Gaze would find her paws as she shuffled her right one. Eyes would trail to the papers which were scattered about in a messy manner.
Satisfied she wouldn't try to run again, the nameless white tiger would allow his hindquarters to plop to the ground with a leisured hum as he cleared his throat. His long tail tapped against tile, glancing over his shoulder should anyone be entering anytime soon. “We should probably find a more suitable place for discussion elsewhere.” he suggested, with a yawn. Morgäna turned with her head tilted, looking to her tiger with a neutral, tired expression. “... I do not have the energy to shift back at this moment.” she wasn't going to admit just how much more painful it was to shift back to her human form. She could already imagine the sound of bones breaking and shifting with tissue and muscle twisting and sculpting into its appropriate anatomical shape. The sheer thought caused hairs to bristle on her back, small electrical currents would spark from the amethyst gem strung around her neck.
(( let me know if there's anything you aren't okay with.))
Below Sheffield Hall, containment room 3
When Nunque came to, his location was very different. The room where he now found himself was much bigger, made of smooth gray stone with no apparent door. Light came from what appeared to be lamps inset at intervals in the walls, and in the high ceiling. The smooth surface of the stones held complex patterns -- signs of protection and warding, among other things -- that shone faintly in the soft light of the room. Nunque was in the middle of the room, strapped securely to a chair of stone and metal, the magically reinforced material holding similar symbols. The restraints, though they did not bite as metal would, were similarly made, the spells woven into their very material. And around one of his ankles was a cable tie, imbued with enchantments to keep the one wearing it from using any magic.
Raia was less than pleased to be using this room in such a manner, but she knew, better than most, the dangers of dark magic such as she had sensed consume her curse. She did not intend to harm the man, if it could be avoided, but neither could she allow harm to come to the school and its pupils. The professor wished to speak to Nunque before making her decision, but if he could not reliably control his magic, he would not be able to roam the school outside the Academy -- and if he could not avoid bursts of violence, he could not stay, full stop.
Amuné was in the room as well, standing behind and to one side of the solemn professor. The Seer looked concerned and distressed. She had found him, after all, and brought him back to campus. There was something connecting the two of them, and she wanted to know what it was, and to help Nunque, if she could. She'd used the authority of her Sight to convince Professor Raia to let her come along, saying that the man was fixated on her, for whatever reason, and it would be better if she was present.
On the teacher's other side hulked a golem of metal and dark stone, the same material and craftwork as the walls and chair. Of the golems protecting the school, Adom was among the oldest and the wisest. Raia knew in event of emergency she could count on Adom to make sure Amuné got to safety.
The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation. My CW shop, and my ping group
ooc: Would either of you be oppose to a little bust of your characters o3o? I'm not that great when it comes to drawing faces or anything but I'd love to do a Reference of Raia and Nalta as we go along, if thats okay! Might come up in Chibi form (ex is in my forum thing ––––>
(( YOU WOULD HAVE MY UNDYING LOVE. I have references for most of my characters. You want Raia? I can get you Raia. ONe moment please!
EDIT: if my computer will cooperate. T.T))
The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation. My CW shop, and my ping group
[ that would be cool, you can if you want to, but I've already drawn one.. Lol visit my deviant art page to see my drawings, including Nalta Wölfe. Screen name is HailSentinel ]
(( Alright. Raia has white hair and angled bangs. Her skin is pale, her lips thin, and her eyes light blue. She has a scar on the left side of her face. She generally wears slacks and blouses. She wears a swordbelt with a sword on her left and a dagger on her right. This is decorated in celtic interlace, though I seem to have left that out of all my pictures. -.-
Pictures: Raia | child!Raia ))
The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation. My CW shop, and my ping group
OOC: x Its not perfect OTL Hope this is okay though!
(( I love it. <3 Thank you!))
The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation. My CW shop, and my ping group
OOC: ;o; He's beautiful -grabby hands- I'll have something made after work tonight
[Edit] x its not perfect ;w; but here you go!
