#Thecoachman

[rove-bogge]

Team one: Operation CastleGate

It felt like hours of stumbling along gripping his shoulder in pain while getting more and more annoyed. Maybe it was the lack of colour, Maybe it was how utterly generic fantasy this castle was or the fact the group found themselves at a castle door tasked to open an escape route for the other teams that had him getting angrier by each slow minute.

For now there were no guards here but none of them could be certain for how long. Chewing his lip in irritation he looked round to see if there was an obvious switch or something.

"We could just burn it down? Who cares about their shitty gate?" He scoffed, offering no helpful advice. 

[troisfleur]

we are fucking under attack.

where: nru’s botanical gardens. when: monday afternoon. who: @thecoachman​. ♣️

THE NEWS ISN’T ANYTHING REMARKABLE, an announcement made between others and hardly remarked upon after the fact. The groundskeeper takes a weeklong vacation to visit home pretty annually after the new year—no doubt, a well-deserved reprieve.

No one thinks anything of it. Coverage for the week is usually handled—a punishment, typically, for failure.

Trey does try to make a point to stop by the botanical gardens at least once on the weekends; it’s good practice to check on his plots, especially when he’s waiting on the first sprouts of his seeds, to make sure nothing’s strangling their growth. But a busy weekend catches his attention elsewhere. In the midst of unbirthday party planning and homework needing attention, Trey takes for granted that someone should be looking after the place.

That was his first mistake.

Monday afternoon, and nothing seems amiss at first glance. The trudge to the botanical gardens is marked by enough of a winter’s chill that Trey’s chin remains comfortably buried in his scarf, hands in his pockets as he walks in step.

“—Which is why they’re not usually considered a sustainable game bird.” Trey finds himself lingering with Luciano, not particularly early to the usual club meeting but in no real hurry to do anything except get out of the cold eventually. “Besides the fact that croquet flamingos are a legally protected species, they only lay one large egg during mating season, which isn’t exactly a worthwhile haul for the trouble of getting it. Unless you’re really determined.”

The first sign of trouble doesn’t come until Trey reaches for the door to open it. He’s not paying attention, still regaling the merits of flamingo eggs. One good tug gives far more resistance than it should.

“Huh.” Another tug. Nothing.

The frosted glass of the gardens doesn’t betray everything, but a peek through shows… something curious.

Roots. Roots, whorled around the door handles as though to bar entry from the outside world entirely.

Trey stares for a good few seconds, brow knit in a furrowed confusion that doesn’t seem to match the casual tone at which he remarks, to Luciano this time:

“…Huh. That’s not good.”

[vorpalswxrd]

What would they do for a Klondike? (They're like ice cream sandwiches, but instead of a cookie sandwich, it's a hard chocolate shell)

now we're asking the real questions! | open :)

...what's a klondike bar? riddle has really, no clue what that is. maybe let him try it first, and then we'll see what he'd do for one.

[cromwell300]

GIVE ME BACK MY SON

I dislike the Coachman from Pinocchio. Especially since he never gets his comeuppance. Well no more. This time he makes the mistake of kidnapping a Prussian Hussar’s son. The Hussar reacted as any parent would.

#hussar #prussian #napoleonicwarfare #thecoachman #pinocchio #disney

[zacaraya]

@thecoachman

Zacaraya had seen this guy around for quite some time now, mostly in the background, unassuming and quite honestly like a ghost in the Savanaclaw's eyes. He never gave the lion any reason to have any interest in him, but that is the very reason why Zacaraya had decided to stalk him - to gather information. It had become a pet peeve of his to constantly see Luciano in the bacground wherever he went, yet know nothing about the man whatsoever,

Zac was light on his feet, as per usual, hiding in the shadows to avoid being seen, to which he was successful. However, some people just had a sense that they were being followed. It was pretty annoying, to be honest.

He watched as Luciano went about cleaning the lobby area of the Ramshackle dorm, presumably the task that had been assigned to him. After a few minutes, Zacaraya rolled his eyes, realizing this guy must be the most boring person alive. He was so proper and precise with how he carried himself, never making a blunder.

To mess with him, Zacaraya revealed himself from hiding behind the door and walked inside, subtly dropping some empty chewing gum packets behind him for Luciano to clean, and would continue doing so everytime the man's back was turned.

[citrus-perfume]

continued from here

@thecoachman

“Continue with your song,” a gentle voice that sounded like music itself floated from behind the wall. So he wasn't in the room... though, he could see the armband flash in the reflection of the window he stood before, just barely. Yellowy, orangey... was that Scarabia, or Savanaclaw? “I am not meant to be here for long regardless.”

He really would have preferred to be seen, but if his audience was shy... that was sort of cute, wasn't it? It was supposed to be a relaxing sort of day, anyways. He decided to just take it easy and see where this lead. He hoped he would at least find out the guy's name before he left, but if the guy left without saying goodbye or without Clementine noticing, he wouldn't mind that either. There was something mysterious about that that appealed to him.

Without turning around once, he continued, vocalizing the interlude before the next and final verse. Still facing the window (soon to be wall), he decided to move further into the room, tracing his finger along the wall with an idle grace as he stepped around the perimeter. He kept his eyes closed so that, if he entered his listener's view, he wouldn't be scared away. But he was smiling.

He didn't reach the door, only coming about halfway into the room. But he could hear a hum growing louder, a hum that was warm and clear and complimented him perfectly. Oh? This was so pleasant.

"A day or so later, a body ashore

Skin peeling off, urchins in her pores"

He wondered what his little admirer thought of the dark direction the song was taking.

"Sometimes it happens, the officer states

A tourist gets brave and dies in the waves"

And that was the end.

"I hope you've brought flowers for my dressing room" he said sweetly. If he hadn't, he could always make it up to him another way. Maybe with a duet.

[rove-bogge]

This was a clown fiesta… Rove could only Roll his eyes at Luciano’s gardening. Shield in hand He whistled at Sally to draw her focus.  

"Come on... You're nothing more than a stupid Halloween prop just looking at you bores me!"

She turned to him as he braced himself shield up as the claws collided, he grimaced as his knees buckled slightly. How unexpected from the spirits? Pondering this realm it was almost impressive.

Deciding for a gambit he reduced the magic in his shield hearing it crack. Taking his chance to whip his magic pen, a string of frozen water magic shaped like a mace at Sally, grinning as it collided.

Rove Hits! Sally takes 1 point of damage!

The sound of shattering glass as claws broke through his shield, the magic dispersing as ghostly claws struck into his torso scrappin along his collarbone and shoulder with a cry he tossed her over his shoulder.

"NOW JINX!"  Sally hits! Rove takes 1.5 points of Damage! Rove: 3.5/5 Hp

Continued from here @rove-bogge @thecoachman @silverknightpiece

Rove had a point but the way he made his point made Jinx get second hand embarrassment. Still though, he wouldn’t complain about going down instead of up.

The graveyard, while a change of scenery, was an unwelcome surprise. Why would the ghost realm have a graveyard anyway? It’s not like you could die twice. Suddenly, there was giggling a few rows over and Jinx felt a chill down his spine.

“Did you guys hear that?” Of course they did, “… Are we seriously about to check on some creepy laughter in a ghost cemetery?”

[silverknightpiece]

continues from here with @thecoachman

In the beginning, his approach was mostly about unity and getting the students who needed it to come together.  Back in the Briar, a bonfire could be seen among the town on special holidays like Halloween, and it always drew in the townsfolk and the strays that lived out in the forest. Being a part of the ones outside the hometown, the bonfire was truly something else and had left an impression on Silver even without an explanation later in life. Finding a classmate wasn't hard, but none had felt right to ask.

Students running around with fires in their eyes, students jittery around each other and going alone places, and even the living quarters of the majority of students were full of petty squabbling from people walking on eggshells sometimes. Sometimes it's not the best to be too cautious, but they are theoretically in the calm before the storm. It just seemed like a good idea to Silver. 

He had taken Luciano because of the other's known reputation amongst the students as someone who can get something done, and he seemed to have a connection to Sebek. The whispers weren't anything concerning to Silver, and if anything, steered Silver in his direction to start. 

Silver had taken to chopping and loading the wood into proper sizes for each type of wood he knew, and carrying them had been easy, but being conscious of it had made him go quiet on his partner during this. Maybe it was just him gaining his bar again after realizing his partner this time wasn't a tall half-fae who could. Nevermind. 

"No. No offense was taken, Luciano. And if you wish to, you may just call me Silver." He knows that names and structure are important to people; he knows someone in particular all too well. But Silver didn't see them so distant and even saw an equal in everyone, it's best to give the option. The fire catches as he elaborates. "I just had to think about what's happening around me for a second. Because this bonfire will hopefully at least一"

Get some use? Hopefully. 

"一this difficult situation is temporarily elevated for some."

[rove-bogge]

Continued from here @thecoachman ____

Rove shuffled the large box in his arms to try and be more comfortable as Luciano took his time to open the door. "Technically it wasn't me who answered but I helped with the coding a little." He sighed before looking to Luciano with an annoyed expression on his face. 

"It's an additive to your fencing which scans anything that approaches...if it's a fox it shoots a short electric charge to scare it off. Nothing that will kill it…I swear." He added before putting the box down letting out a breath rubbing his arms to gain back any lost feelings.

"Look, you need me to set it up for you. I doubt you will know how too and I don't feel like writing a manual for you to not understand and call me out anyway. Might as well get it all done now while I am out of my room already." He frowned, doubting the other would know how to handle anything of high technical difficulty. "Where is the coop? We might as well go set this up now so I can go back to my room as soon as possible."

[prince-kalim]

He sat on the infirmary bed as the nurse tended to each and every cut he had received. They were almost over cautious making sure each knick and cut was sterilised and covered in antiseptic healing cream. He guessed it was due to who he was...fear of angering the Asim's if he got sick due to a missed cut that could have been treated. He tried to tell the nurse not to worry but his words were dismissed.

Looking up when he heard Luciano he smiled softly, not his normal bright one. "Ah how embarrassing...you messaged Jamil, oh dear he will give me an earful once he gets here if he comes." He sighed before patting the bed beside him. "You can wait in here Luci...You don't have to stand at guard I'm alright just some cuts." The nurse finally left him after wrapping his hand.

"Thank you for coming to help me. It's a little embarrassing to be found on the floor like that. You must have lost faith in me as your Housewarden and my ability to protect you in these hard times." He fiddled with his cardigan slightly, his wounded pride and worry about his image to those he swore to guide and protect, now taking over. 

He was behind on his studies again...everything with the school problem had taken such a toll on his concentration for his studies somethings had slipped....luckily he had managed to convince the professor to give him a chance to catch up by doing some extra assignments after class.

It was a little boring to do alone and part of him considered calling Jamil to help even just by being there for company but he deemed it his own fault for getting himself into this mess that he decided to not call his best friend to help.

Maybe he should have....

He had just been writing the last notes from the board and checking his experiments when something sailed past his head impacting on the chalkboard. A narrow miss from his face drawing a squeak several octaves higher in shock. Red eyes wide and darting back and forth between the now smashed beaker and the shelf it likely came from. Seeing no one he let out a sigh laughing at himself as he walked over. Kneeling down carefully to start picking up the pieces.

"Ouch..." blooming crimson on his thumb as he cut himself on the sharp edge. Shifting to get up to get a paper towel for his now bleeding hand he stops heart in his throat at what he sees looming behind him.

Blood now ice in his veins for a brief moment as the shadowy figure looms over him he sees flashes of kidnappings and attempted assassinations from his past in his mind. Without thinking he screams in fear, scrambling back quickly not caring that he's kneeling in broken glass as fear reflects in blood red eyes but when he looks up to his assailant...nobody is there....Panting slightly as he tries to get his heart to calm down he barely hears the scarabian student who came running to his side after hearing him scream.

He's shaking cold as he is led to the infirmary.

[fel-mi-er]

Soup

Epel's chest puffed up with hope and relief when Luciano agreed. He displayed a nervous excitement in his mannerisms as he stepped aside to let Luciano in, and was grateful that Luciano closed the door. 

"So, what do you wish to talk about?" 

Everything. Everything under the sun, and then some. But mostly home. 

"I... wanted to talk about home, I suppose." He looked at Luciano hesitantly, still holding back but trying to gauge when the right moment to come clean was. "I must admit that... Pomefiore is very... different, than what I'm used to." 

He placed the presents on the one wobbly desk they were afforded in their temporary lodging, and turned back around. He immediately wished he had held onto the items, as now he didn't know what to do with his hands. 

Like waves pulling back before a tsunami, he was now overcompensating, talking much more formally than he did usually under Vil's rules. 

"I trust that you... may know. What I'm speaking of?" 

He stood very still, very stiff. 

If he was wrong... maybe he was. Luciano didn't talk with an accent either, but as far as Epel knew there was no outside reason for it. Luciano didn't seem to have a Vil. What if he was from the town on the other side of Harveston, but had moved away when he was young and had turned into someone posh? Epel didn't wanna drop his accent and have Luciano laugh at him or say that he talked weird. He never felt ashamed of the way he had talked before coming to NRU, but in this moment... 

Epel gulped.   

He needed to say something small, that he could get away with. A mere slip of the tongue, an accident he could brush off because of nerves. 

"I mean... do ya like it here?"  

 @thecoachman     

[threadedwheels]

( cont from here with @thecoachman )

Luciano has been mostly cautious, but once he sees Ember coming closer, he sits by a nearby chair. Might as well get comfortable. 

“Cheers to that,” he says.  “Glad your house has been treating you well.” He has always been jealous of being able to have the ability of foresight without the need to use a divination tool, but after seeing how it impacts his health, he’ll deal with the occasional migraines. Though he would be lying if he doesn’t still have that goal to achieve that state of divination.

The next question gives him pause. The implications did not fall on deaf ears. In fact, he’s gives a grateful smile with the consideration that Ember had given him. “It has been going well,” he says while holding the fiddle. “I have gotten a second instrument so I could practice a little more freely and voice a little more openly, but I still need to be mindful of the performances I give to people,” he explains as a way to maneuver the speaking. “I occasionally preform for Scarabia, but none has heard me on my fiddle aside from you.” He subtly cups his hand to around the same size of a card deck, then slowly returns to a relaxed position. “If you ever want to perform like before, you only need ask and perhaps we can locate in a less public spot.”

“And how’s...the family?” he asks. It’s still a little bit of a sore spot, but considering they were almost his second family, he might as well ask. “Mine’s been doing well, though Nonna Bella is starting to get on in years.”

“I might just have to. Always enjoyed watching you perform.” He mimics the gesture Luciano made, happy to hear that, despite it all, he still practices cartomancy. While he wasn’t aware of the circumstances leading up to their falling out, Ember is more than aware of how his home required him to keep his abilities under wraps.

He wheels up to be next to where his childhood friend sat, still keeping a bit of distance in case he at all upsets him with being nearby.

“Well…” He huffs out a small laugh, “It’s my family. Maren has taken it upon themselves to teach me technology though. Says it’s because I homeschooled them so it’s only fair. Flora is… Flora. Still a bit distant.” Ember looks over at Luciano to see if he needs to explain more anymore. Him and his oldest sister have been distant- bordering on antagonistic towards eachother- since Ember was prophecized to be the next Oracle instead of her. He pushes down the feelings of hurt that still comes when he thinks of her.

“My dads doing alright, his joint issues seem to have leveled out finally, and the Oracle…” Another sore spot he shrugs himself through, “She’s a bit peeved I came to this school rather than dedicate myself to my studies until she dies.”

To cover the sting of that thought, he focuses on Nonna Bella. Ember’s grandmother passed away when he was only four, but Nonna had helped take care of him when he was visiting Luciano’s home. She taught her more about his abilities than almost anyone else.

“Is Nonna still making that cake of hers?”

[zigvoltage]

continued from here with @thecoachman

ALL CONFIDENCE IN THE TWO OF THEM,   or rather  himself.   he did not go into this with a mindset of  failure.  having to wonder to himself,   how hard could it truly be to fuel a fire?   such a small one at that.  maintaining this for a short period of time was easy on the surface,   likely  why the task was split up between the university’s  very capable  students.   though that confidence was quickly  shattered  the moment the lighter corroded in his grasp  —  leaving him scorching from the  wrist  to the forearm.   regardless of his own condition,   the task at hand came  first,   hoping that luciano would be able to  pull  off draining the candle of fluid before it  drowned itself.

through lilia’s training,  he was  well equipped to make fire out of minimal resources  —  a feat he’d learned at a terribly  young  age,  after being dropped into the middle of the woods for a week.  back then,  sebek never had the experience of using  a lighter,   or any kind of aid to ensure a  fire  burned stronger.   they were useful tools,  he would now decide,  as the  liquid was assisting burning into his flesh.   in  scraping  at his arm,  he was  attempting  to remove some of what had already  soaked  into the fabric.  an  expensive  uniform for sure,   but thankfully  he did not own  only  one.  this one would have to be labelled unable to be  worn  again after the manner he’d stomped it into the ground.  stopping the fire from spreading anywhere  less  savory  was his intention.   a few burns on his self was one thing,  but they could not afford to catch the entire building.  

once the situation was under control,   not looking at his own wounds  —   sebek was  much  more interested in the condition of the candle.  a wave of relief washed over him,  seeing that it wasn’t without a  lit wick  when he gazed towards it’s altar.   his appearance was a sight for sore eyes  —  unfit for being seen on campus,   & even more so  around his lord.  it would be with great shame that he would return,  if he didn’t pull a  panic  maneuver;  attempting to pull off some  half - baked plan  to tidy himself before his arrival.  

“ i will commit that to memory. ”   sebek replies,  despite  not intending to catch fire once  again  any time soon.  the experience while not detrimental to his body,  it was not a pleasant experience.  picking up what is  left  of his blazer from the ground,  he ignores disappointed glares from his partner;  he opts to inspect the altar instead.  “ so that is all?  the fire will burn sufficiently till the next evening? ”   slit gaze flicks to the fae floating near the flame,   then back to the candle.  sparing a moment for himself,  he turns his arm in the dull light  —  inspecting mild burns over pale skin.  they were noticeable,  still irritated,  but with time they wouldn’t give much issue.

[zacaraya]

❝HUSH, MY LITTLE ONE. YOU MUST BE EXHAUSTED.❞

@ ZACARAYA: PRIVATE roleplay blog AFFILIATED with Night Raven University. Written by Kyru

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My Moment;

AT NIGHT… with Silver ( silverknightpiece )

Your Moment;

HIDE ME with Ember Parca ( threadedwheels )

A Lion Rules. A Wolf Leads with Jack Howl ( howlighte )

IF YOU DON’T SHUT YOUR MOUTH... with Jinx ( crossedtheline )

LOST & FOUND (?) with Epel Felmier  ( fel-mi-er)

UMBRELLA with Rove Bogge ( rove-bogge )

UNDER THE STARS... with Solaris Ion ( galacticemperorsolaris )

TRAIL with Luciano ( thecoachman)

Monthly Goal;

Be more active towards the end of the month because I seem to be SUPER active at the beginning of a month and then fall off towards the end SOBBING.

[nesf2015-blog]

Life's simple pleasures... #societebrewingco #thecoachman #sessionipa #beer #craftbeer #sandiego #labordayweekend #noworktilltuesday #savewaterdrinkbeer (at Societe Brewing Company)

[honor-to-us-all]

thecoachman

@thecoachman

Lights dance in every which direction in the strangest settling she has ever seen. The pipe-dream chord of music draws her further down the crowded path full of young children. “What is this place?” The question departs Mulan’s lips with a hushed flare and it is aimed at no one in particular. There was a tent rising from the land unlike those she had seen raised in the army camps. 

Was this another army of sorts? Perhaps, this one was made of all children? If so, that was wrong. Mulan knew it to be so and she’d see an end up to this.  “Who are you and what are all these kids doing here?” The woman prompts .