#broken spells event

[tommyheavyshield]

Jinxed / Calm After the Storm / Self-Para

Tommy looked at his phone blinking. It was like his brain was refusing to process what he was reading. The following locations were damaged or destroyed: and there it was on the screen... Lucas Drake’s Off Campus Residence. He was breathing too fast. Way too fast. He looked around but couldn't see Tilly. Her home was on that list too, but all he could think was Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. Leaving everything he'd brought to the shelter laying there on the ground and took off running. The last time he'd seen his Master was outside the door of the clinic. He'd assumed the fae would be going to his assigned shelter, but what if he'd gone home? He was damn strong and was feeling extra powerful with everything that was going on. Maybe he'd gone home to wait it out. What if he was hurt? He'd seen with his own eyes what happened to Master Malvolio and he was like the most powerful witch or whatever on the whole island. Lucas was powerful, but how did you fight a freakin' dragon lady witch person. He wasn't sure what he'd expected to find or well that wasn't true actually. He'd been absolutely sure what he was going to find. The worst. Things had been so good for so long. The bad had just been waiting. It was always just waiting. He'd been talking about dropping out of school. He'd been fucking unhappy in his classes and bad talking them in his own head. In doing so he'd jinxed things. So it was with some surprise that after running full tilt up the path that ran along the beach he came to a halt in front of the mansion still standing. It was smoking in places and the side near the beach was so damaged he could see inside, but it was standing still strong. Still home. He reached for the front door knob with a shaking hand, turning it and walking inside. "Master?"

@masterlucasdrake

[emmanuelxreyes]

Annoyed || Open

Emmanuel hated whatever the island's magic was doing to him. As much as he tried to control it and himself, he found his magic spiking and fading erratically and it was infuriating him. One minute he was hearing entirely too many thoughts in his head, and the next it was silent. One moment he'd been able to trap a whole group of slaves in a vision together, then it fell away and he couldn't even create one.

"I guess I will have to have fun the old fashioned way then." he muttered in annoyance. "Bring me someone interesting." the djinn snapped at a guard. "And string them up there." He instructed, pointing to a tree in the quad.

[fire-starterdylan]

@emmanuelxreyes

Emmanuel hated whatever the island's magic was doing to him. As much as he tried to control it and himself, he found his magic spiking and fading erratically and it was infuriating him. One minute he was hearing entirely too many thoughts in his head, and the next it was silent. One moment he'd been able to trap a whole group of slaves in a vision together, then it fell away and he couldn't even create one.

"I guess I will have to have fun the old fashioned way then." he muttered in annoyance. "Bring me someone interesting." the djinn snapped at a guard. "And string them up there." He instructed, pointing to a tree in the quad.

"Hey!" he shouted, trying to dislodge a guard from his arm. So much was happening - Dylan was absolutely delighted to have his powers back, but they didn't seem to work like he was used to. It was fine at first, then it got a little bit too crazy and he burned a building down, and for the last hour or so, they've barely been working at all. The collar had been burned off at the first opportunity he had, but it still didn't help him from getting essentially kidnapped from a guard who must have recognized him from the cells and was dragging him over to a tree. He was thrown into it a bit too hard - not hard enough to see stars but he's had his fair share of head injuries to know when to be concerned - and had his wrists pulled up too tight around a branch. Thankfully, he was tall and didn't have to strain too bad, but he was trying to ignite said tree and nothing was happening. Dylan worked hard to dampen down that panic with a glare to the man before him and a low, "Who the fuck are you?"

[feelings-fortilly]

Tilly was getting restless. Her plan to sleep through this island's chaos wasn't working because it was lasting for days now, instead of one horribly nightmarish night. The clinic did have a real shitty shower, which was basically just her washing off the soot and blood from her body with water and generic bar soap. Her wet hair was up in a braid to avoid soaking the back of the hospital pajamas she was given. But she clung on to her Lulu clothes, the last remnants of something kind of nice she owned. And she was starving, she couldn't fend off the headache she had, from the blood loss of the bite and her injuries was taking its toll. There was another girl in the room she had taken shelter in - those weird examination offices where the lights were too bright and it just smelled sterile - and she agreed to be the one to go out and get the snacks. They were both in bad moods and hungry, and didn't feel like dealing with anyone else - it was a nice compromise. "Okay," she began, shutting the door behind her with her slippered foot. "There's pretzels, corn chips, and some cheesy snacks that I don't want, but I do want the bagel chips, so I think it's a fair compromise." @scarlettxmcknight

[sashaxbellx]

How Can I Help? || Open

Sasha broke through the surface of the water and ran her hands over her wet hair. Just as she opened her eyes and wiped the salt water from her eyelashes, a loud boom sounded from campus and made her jump. Her wide eyes watched in horror as pieces of a building flew into the air and a plume of smoke rose up over the trees.

It took her a moment to react, to move even, but once she snapped out of it she moved quickly. She splashed through the shallow water as she ran onto the beach. Sasha pulled her shorts on over her swimsuit and grabbed her towel before taking off into the woods towards the smoke. If there was anyone in or near the building when that happened, they might need help. She didn't know how exactly she could help, she wasn't very strong and didn't have any kind of medical training, but she had to try.

"Hello?" she called loudly, squinting through the dust and smoke surrounding what was once the administration building. "Is anyone here? Are you okay? Do you need help?"

[everlasting-unicorn]

Stand in the Light/Calm After the Storm/Self-Para

Ever felt strained and washed out by the events. They were for the most part so far above and beyond his understanding and yet left him shaken nonetheless. He'd watched on that accursed device as a man's life bled out of him. The man had been dangerous, perhaps unkind even, but it was a life and now it was snuffed out never to find any kind of peace. As he stepped out of the library into the smoke shrouded air, he shivered. Unsure as to where to go or how to help, the unicorn walked. He felt so damn small in this place in all of the months he'd lived there he never quite felt at home. Never felt quite right in his body even. It wasn't his body and this wasn't his home. He'd thought the little cottage in the woods might be a new sort of home, but everything that happened proved that was far from true. The hunters that had chased him through the chaos proved it wasn't true. And yet something urged him on. After more than an hour of walking aimlessly up and down the destroyed streets he made his way onto the sandy beach and there... there was what had been calling to him. A beam of light, a bright ray breaking through the smoke. On shaking legs he made his way on the cold sand until his feet, bare and bleeding, felt warmth. It wasn't an answer to so many questions that he had, so many uncertainties, but here in the light he felt safe at least.

[owen-jackson]

Great Balls of Fire || Jackson & Dylan

The entire island had gone mad. Or at least, that's what it seemed like to Jackson. The moment those buildings had exploded and the barriers lifted, chaos had ensued, and for a human who hadn't really made himself that many friends, in fact, there were few that could really tolerate him. Making himself scarce while the rules and spells of the island melted down, laying low and staying out of anyone's direct line of sight seemed like the best plan for him. But he didn't know how long this was going on, and humans had to eat, and well, this human had other substances he needed to keep him functioning.

He should have been paying better attention as he made his way though mostly abandoned streets, keeping his eyes peeled for any businesses he might be able to snatch some quick food from. He didn't hear the other when he rounded the corner, eyes focused on movement over his shoulder, a flash of white that only ended up being a plastic bag. He should have been focusing his gaze in front of him, because if he had, Jackson would have heard the shifting of weight as a young man practiced his freshly unbound abilities.

Jackson's head whipped around just in time to see the burst of flames coming towards him, side stepping gracelessly to fall into a pile of discarded cardboard boxes with a groan. He could feel the singe and warmth on the back of his head--this fucker almost burned his head off.

"What the fuck," Jackson grits through his teeth, pushing himself back towards the nearest wall defensively as he peered up at his attacker, eyes finding the collar and vaguely recognising the face, wondering if their shared slave status would save him from being burnt to a crisp. "Please don't set me on fire, man." He says, his voice exhausted.

@fire-starterdylan

[scarlettxmcknight]

Scarlett knew that something strange was happening on the island. She had seen fireworks with magical effects before, but the ones lately didn’t seem to do anything. It hadn’t been a holiday recently, and the fireworks didn’t follow any kind of schedule or pattern, so she was growing nervous about what it might mean.  She walked along a path through campus and looked up when the latest burst sounded closer than the others. Scarlett furrowed her brow when she couldn’t see the resulting firework, but a moment later the administration building exploded and she only had time to gasp in reaction. She threw her arms up in front of her instinctively, and a piece of concrete flew towards her. It collided with her forearm, tearing a gash into her skin and the impact combined with the force of the blast sent Scarlett tumbling backwards onto the path. With a groan she lifted herself to sit up and looked down at her bleeding arm. Thankfully that was the only injury she seemed to have, but she immediately worried about anyone else who was closer to the building when it exploded. Scarlett pulled herself to her feet and hesitantly walked toward the building, looking around for anyone else. She spotted someone who looked stuck under the rubble, but it was so dusty and smoky she couldn’t tell who it was. She approached and had just realized who it was when she flinched from a stone bouncing off some magic shield above her. “Winter?” she asked, surprised. Scarlett had a brief moment where she considered just leaving the witch to struggle, letting the rubble fall over her as payback for everything the woman had done to her. But she knew there would be consequences for it, and it was hard to just leave someone, even Winter, to be crushed like that. With a sigh, Scarlett grabbed Winter’s forearms and pulled her out from under the rubble.

Too Close For Comfort | Open

Winter felt the magic change before she saw it. Something about the latest stream of fireworks was changing the air around her. She couldn't put her finger on what it was until the shimmering bubble which both protected and trapped the island inhabitants came into view. That couldn't be a good sign.

Perhaps it was curiosity or concern but either way Winter followed the whizz and crack of bright explosions to the administration building. For the first time since they'd started on the island, Winter tried to examine the odd and random show for arcane intent... and she certainly found some! Winter waved her hand and symbols began to float in the air before her, magical circles and sigils of light moving and layering as she tried to discover the spell's intent or who might be casting it. It took work, hard work, for her to glean anything from the complicated and powerful enchantment but something became clear to Winter.

This firework show was an attack on the protection spell of the island and it-

There was a popping sound, the only warning before the administration building exploded!

Winter was launched away from the building by the force, hitting the ground and rolling against the concrete before finally coming to a stop. She was absolutely injured, struggling to breathe. The wind had been knocked out of her and the extent of her other wounds remained to be seen. She'd been standing right on the buildings doorstep, there had to be bruising, internal bleeding, perhaps some broken ribs, busted organs as well as the road rash all in various places on her body. She would live but it certainly wasn't pleasant.

Winter struggled to sit herself up, her palms sore and bleeding as she pushed against the pavement. Then a shadow appeared over her. It grew larger and... dammit. Winter just managed to put up a shield to block the large chunk of wall that had nearly crushed her. Fragments of the building which had been launched into the air and was now making its way down to the earth around them. Even those who were further from the blast were not safe. Case and point, Winter only just managed to throw up another magical barrier over a person nearby before a stone nearly smashed them.

"Help, please" she asked them as she began crawling out from under her shield and the stone resting on it. Her magic flickered and the stone dropped an inch before she caught it again. Her magic was failing, her left leg refused to move as it should and if she didn't get out before the barrier failed again she'd be crushed none the less.

[victorhuntthesadisticop]

A Fated Encounter//Scarlett+Victor

The chaos.......the madness.......it was music to his ears and watching the building burning with screams around him was like a dream come true. He could do whatever he wanted on his island AND get a degree? Oh this was heaven for the sadistic man and he was going to enjoy every single day. But something in the back of his mind was telling him this place did sound familiar. Why did the name ring a bell now that he was thinking about it? He wonders the street aimlessly trying to figure it out before a certain face popped in front of him. Could it really be her? Was it the girl he had send away all those years ago?

She looked familiar but the woman was much older now. His gut was telling him it was her and he had to find out if it was. So strolling up behind the woman he leans into her ear and whispers. "It seems like fate had decided for us to meet again huh little rascal~?" @scarlettxmcknight

[layla-dubois]

Marked for Death | Open

Layla was managing pretty well, though her magic flared and sputtered at random intervals but she was riding the highs and lows with more ease than she'd expected. Her classes were paying off.

Others seemed to be having a tougher time. The longer the binding spells remained absent, the more volatile some seemed. She skirted the chaos as she moved down the island streets until her feet came to an abrupt halt.

Had she really seen that? Between the moving crowds, was that face real or were her old nightmares returning to haunt her? Was this all perhaps a dream? It couldn't be, the chaos of the boundary spell coming down was all too real. Then... was that face....

Layla gasped and took a couple steps back as the crowd cleared a bit and she saw the familiar face more clearly. No, it couldn't be! She couldn't really be standing there on the island streets!

Standing before her was her cousin Kalilah DuBois.

"Hello, traitor," Kalilah voice purred out.

Without the institute's protective magic, her family had found her and there was only one reason Kalilah would have been sent to track Layla down like this. The DuBois were seeking absolution from the Sang Vide coven by way of killing the traitor vessel of their family.

"H-how... h-h-how are y-you..." Layla sputtered.

"Seems like someone opened up the gates to your little paradise," Kalilah answered before Layla finished her question. She raised a hand as fire engulfed her fist. "At least you've picked a nice place to die." She offered a cruel smile before launching the ball of flames towards Layla, who stood frozen with fear.

[tommyheavyshield]

Tommy wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. He had been in the care of Lucas Drake for long enough that he was out of practice taking care of someone else. Whatever the hell was going on on the island, it was affecting them even as they tried so hard to insulate themselves. Hunkering down when something blows up is generally a pretty good idea, but maybe that didn't hold true on a magical fucking island. Since a week of unexplained fireworks and an even more unexplained explosion on campus had left Lucas' magic waxing and waning like the moon. One moment it would be painfully powerful and then it would abandon him. It was those moments that were heartbreaking for Tommy to see. Lucas' magic was a part of him and when it disappeared he could see it kind of hurt his Master. He was just trying to do his best to support him. They were keeping the lights off in the mansion, trying not to attract attention from the creatures that were roaming around. So he'd made a dinner by candle light and set the coffee table with more candles. "Your favorite Master," he said as he set the plates down on the table.

@masterlucasdrake

[tommyheavyshield]

Tommy was just.. well, just fucking tired. Being out from the protective shadow of his Master was not so great to be honest. It felt really small and vulnerable being a human on this island right at that moment. And that smallness was only made all too real when he looked up from his phone to see that he was sitting next to... Who the hell was he looking at? Or what. The guy looked like what he pictured when people talked about 'The Angel of the Lord! Dramatic Reverb!' He was wearing armor and had wings. Real live wings. He'd lived her long enough that it should surprise him, but really most supernaturals were also super subtle in his experience. But that was probably when things were being normal. Right now things were the exact opposite of normal. He realized he was starring so forced himself to look back at his phone, but as soon as he did the lights went out. There were a few shouts from the room and even more groans. People were getting exhausted by the constant bombardment of badness. No sooner had the light been extinguished than a bright glow grew from right beside him. His eyes were wide as he nodded, finally giving a little laugh. "That's pretty handy actually. Don't ever gotta pay an electric bill eh?" He looked around. "Umm but seriously this is not a good sign is it?" If the dude was an angel, he would know about signs right?

Lights Out - Uriel & Open

Location: The Clinic

The fallen angel heaved a sigh as he leaned against the spear that he had formed from his Rod of Punishment.  Given the nature of everything that was happening, Uriel had decided to forgo his usual linen clothing for his heavenly raiment, armor, wings and all.  Thankfully he didn't need to sleep or he would be exhausted.  He let his gaze drift over all of the people that were sheltering in the clinic, idly wondering what was going to happen next.  Of course, that's when the power went out in the clinic.  "Oh are you fucking kidding me," he growled.  Straightening up with another sigh, Uriel focused his ability to create light on the tip of his spear, allowing it to glow softly.  "At least we have some light," he commented offhandedly to the person next to him.

@the-institute-starters

[thesingingelfstar]

Marked for Death//Layla+Malon

Continue from this @layla-dubois

"Hey Hey we don't need you panicking right now." He tried to comfort her placing his hands on her shoulders but she was far too gone to be reasoned with. Since he had his powers back he wondered if he could still do the small special ability he used to do back in the fae wild. "I hope this still works....." He slowly wraps his arms around her shoulders pulling her close to his chest as he starts to sing. Using his glam magic he makes himself sparkle a bit trying to give a more calmer setting around them both as he continues to sing the song.

He remembered he used to do this alot with the younger elves when they were sad or scared. Doing it even now brings some comfort of the good memories he had back home.

[fire-starterdylan]

@layla-dubois

Layla was managing pretty well, though her magic flared and sputtered at random intervals but she was riding the highs and lows with more ease than she'd expected. Her classes were paying off.

Others seemed to be having a tougher time. The longer the binding spells remained absent, the more volatile some seemed. She skirted the chaos as she moved down the island streets until her feet came to an abrupt halt.

Had she really seen that? Between the moving crowds, was that face real or were her old nightmares returning to haunt her? Was this all perhaps a dream? It couldn't be, the chaos of the boundary spell coming down was all too real. Then... was that face....

Layla gasped and took a couple steps back as the crowd cleared a bit and she saw the familiar face more clearly. No, it couldn't be! She couldn't really be standing there on the island streets!

Standing before her was her cousin Kalilah DuBois.

"Hello, traitor," Kalilah voice purred out.

Without the institute's protective magic, her family had found her and there was only one reason Kalilah would have been sent to track Layla down like this. The DuBois were seeking absolution from the Sang Vide coven by way of killing the traitor vessel of their family.

"H-how... h-h-how are y-you..." Layla sputtered.

"Seems like someone opened up the gates to your little paradise," Kalilah answered before Layla finished her question. She raised a hand as fire engulfed her fist. "At least you've picked a nice place to die." She offered a cruel smile before launching the ball of flames towards Layla, who stood frozen with fear.

All the pent up frustration and rage that he had pent up from his time on the island so far was threatening to spill out in a horrible way. In the past, when Dylan was feeling angry or anything, he would pick fights. He'd keep his abilities under wraps and find an underground fight, or even pick one at a bar, just to feel better. Now, though, after his powers being taken away from him for so long, he wanted to use them to their full extent. He had caught the tail end of what seemed like a bad argument, seeing two women across from each other - neither of which he thought he recognized - one controlling fire from her fist and looking mighty angry. Perfect, that looked like fun. He stepped between the two women at the last second, catching the ball of fire like it was nothing - even tossing it in the air a bit like a basketball. "Around now I'd make some sort of joke about how hot you are, but--" He shrugged, letting it dissipate into the air. "I couldn't think of a good enough pun." Before he raised a wall of fire between him and the girl in front of him, pulling the other in a different direction.

[feelings-fortilly]

@brightwood-duchess

Katell was deep in her own thoughts, pacing back and forth as she worried over her friends and what was happening on the island. By the Realms, she hoped they were alright. This anxiety was maddening. The tears she’d wept had dried now on her cheeks. Occasionally one would slip down again when her mind crept to close to terrifying thoughts but she tried to keep herself reigned in.

Someone knocked into her shoulder as she completed another round in her circle and demanded she find somewhere else to pace before she drove them crazy. She offered them a steely look of fury before doing as they told. As she walked through the clinic to find a new spot to pace, a hand reached out to take hers.

Katell looked over the stranger. This girl looked shaken as well, and beat up. Dried blood covered her hands and decorated the tank top she wore. She looked as lost as Katell felt. 

“Yes, I’ll... I’ll get you some,” she offered and marched off to do just that. When she returned she passed the bottle of water to this stranger and gracefully took a seat beside her. Not too close but close enough. “Might I get you a towel? To... to clean your hands with?” She made the offer gently. 

Tilly opened her mouth to stop her, that she could have just gotten it herself - she wasn't quite sure how much she felt like talking to people. But she wasn't going to turn down someone's gesture of good will. She accepted it graciously when the girl came back and even scooted over a bit, to make room for her in case she wanted to sit. "No thanks," she told her, opening the water and taking a long sip of it, letting it sit between her thighs when she was finished. "No, I'll keep it on there for a little while, actually," she said, an air of spite and irritation. "A nice way to remember my night." Tilly rolled her eyes at that. But the truth was she just couldn't bring herself to stand. She just wanted to sit here, curl up on the hospital bed and pass out until this was all over. She was trying really hard not to think about her charred clothes buried under the dorm building. "Blood's dried up right now anyway, so I don't think a towel's going to do much anyway."

[dougalmcleodthevampire]

Too Close for Comfort//Dougal+Winter

Continuing from this @winters-lust

She probably should have mentioned to this man that she was a blood witch, one who was exceptionally talented. Offering her blood could be used against him. However, she had no plans to use this secret against him and she needed this healing to save Celine. So she kept her mouth shut apart from bringing her lips to his flowing crimson wrist. 

She listened to his warning, only drinking until she felt the last of her wounds healing, when the pain was gone she pushed his wrist away from her and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She felt within herself for that little spark and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the ember that was Celine. The girl as alive still, thank goodness. 

“Thank you...” she offered to the stranger, letting her sentence hang open so he might share his name as well.

Watching some of her wounds heal made the vampire feel good that she would be okay. Wiping his wrist on his pants as it heals up instantly, he pulls his other arm away and sits beside her against the tree. "Dougal McLeod at your service lass but you can call me Dougal." He gave a soft smile letting out a sigh of relief as he watches the fire slow the night sky. "Some shitty day huh? Just out of no where chaos runs wild through this school. How are you feeling lass better?" Even with all the chaos that was going around Dougal wanted to make sure the woman was alright even if she wasn't one of the 'nice' masters. If this was Dougal when he first came to the island he would have risked his life even worse just to end his suffering, but now that he had learned to appreciate life and have people counting on him he couldn't take the risk. But he also wasnt going to let someone's life get taken from an unexpected situation if he could save them.