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[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. 

[howlighte]

[ NRC ] [ TAG ]  -  Recreate a ghost chase. Sender chases the receiver around to help them practice escaping from an enemy. ((Silver chases in good faith! 🤙))

AGREED UPON BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM,  he was unsure of what to anticipate from a member of diasomnia  —  well aware that they were the  only  other dormitory that could give savanaclaw issue in a  spelldrive  tournament.   though,  whether that was as a  collective,  or merely because they possessed the super - player,   malleus draconia,  he was unable to witness first - hand.    whether or not he was a suitable  partner  for training,  jack wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to make an effort.   their headmaster was being  incredibly vague  on what was to come  —  but many students were  getting antsy,   creating ideas of their own;  it was falling to  chaos  very quickly,   a mess of  theories  being tossed around.   without one  sole  leader,  everyone was prone to their own beliefs.  if one thing was  consistent  between each of these conspiracies:   ghosts,   a prime cause for the disorder. 

“ i’ll run on  three.  whenever  you’re  ready.  ”  silver insisted that  he  would be the one to chase.   hoping that he wouldn’t leave his upperclassman in the dust,   he waited for him to be ready before he would take off running.   they had placed a  handful  of obstacles in the way prior to setting up the start,  hoping it would serve as a  realistic challenge.    with plenty of practice jumping over hurdles for the track team,   but jumping a desk  —  there was few situations where it was  appropriate  to play around like that.   supposing that this was one of them,   they made sure to push quite a bit of ramshackle’s unused furniture in their path.  

[gyaryuyu]

╭─〔❨✧ INCOMING CALL !! from: @silverknightpiece ✧❩〕─╮

[ LEAVE ]  -  Make an attempt to leave campus alongside the receiver,  only to find out that you cannot.

((Silver: "Wait... this situation feels familiar..."))

╰─〔❨✧ PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE TONE !! ✧❩〕─╯

"EEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAUGHHHHHH- damn it!" stay steady Silver! Yuyu even made sure to wear her least diabolically beautified platforms for this escape attempt! Having way less bludgeoning charms and spikes! So hopefully you'll be able to forgive the shoeprints smushed into your cheeks and dirt in your hair. But you know, everyone knows, Silver has a preternatural ability to be beautiful no matter the circumstance. Like how actresses always have perfect make-up and hair and not sweaty at all after big action sequences in movies. But that's just your life Silver! All of Diasomnia's life actually! Totally unfair! The only possible exception to that rule may be Sebek who seems like he could show up looking like total shit after some big happenstance. BUT THAT'S ONLY A THEORY for all Yuyu knows her hypothesis could be totally wrong. And based on her track record, it is probably wrong. UGH. How do you feel bad for someone when they already have it all?

But this isn't bitch about Diasomnia's perfection hour, it's escape Night Raven University hour and this dreary night it try and climb over the gates. They've already tried multiple points of entry (or exit) and no dice. She was starting to get frustrated. "THIS SUCKS! This is sooooo dumb! I hate magic! And why do you have both tech and magic!? You can't have both! You can't have GUNS and MAGIC! PICK A STRUGGLE!" she was on the verge of a frustration tantrum that threatened to her safety and balance ontop of Silver's pretty perfect face.

In fact, it did threaten her balance and she slipped, betrayed by Silver's way too moisturized face. She tumbled to the hard dirt and leaves with a harsh thud, hitting the back of her head in the process. Curled up in pain she started crying.

"WHY IS THIS HAPPENINNNGGGGGGGGGG! THIS IS SO STUPID! I CAN'T GO HOME AND NOW I CAN'T EVEN LEAVE THIS STUPID COLLEGE! I DON'T EVEN BELONG HERE I DON'T HAVE MAGIC! AND NOT EVEN LIKE- A GLOCK TO COMPENSATE! AND SILVER'S FACE IS TOO SHINY AND HE EVEN SMELLS LIKE LAVENDER WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

[zigvoltage]

continued from here,   with @silverknightpiece​

THE RARITY THAT IS SEEING DIASOMNIA SEPARATE is truly only a matter of classes.   had it not been for an unavoidable case of schedule conflict,   they would likely never part ways with one another;   not only out of loyalty to their own,   but also out of duty.    loathing the times where he could not be at his young master’s side,   often running himself ragged just to ensure that he could escort malleus to class  —  as well as make it to his own.   this was not an extra step that silver was often taking precaution to as well,   a clear case of sebek’s own habit to be overbearing towards those who did not need such.   reconvening for a meal during that day was the small solace they had;  before they would not see one another till the end of the night again.  

most on the outside would see silver & sebek as attached at the hip;   appearing so with their duties aligning,   as well as having similar clubs,   similar goals.    most of their lives had lined up so perfectly,   but it didn’t stop him from being acutely aware of all of the moments that they were not together.   school life would never truly allow for him to forget that no matter how hard the fae worked,   he was still a year behind his human companion  —   effort could do nothing to change the way that time passed.  

his nightly routine was regular,  undoubtful that silver could find him in the same place  —  sitting on his bed with his legs crossed,   back perfectly straight.    before him,   a pile of books;   and while to most they may have look like a mess,   it was organized strategically to his study plan for that night.    meticulously,   yet semi - messy,   notes lined before his knees.    sebek’s attention was drawn from his work only when his name was called,   eyes hesitant to leave the pages.    “  were you expecting to take up studying for the entirety of your days?   or did you intend to become someone befitting of your title?  ”   while his own prodding about school life may come off cold  —  he was not nearly as talented at forming lasting bonds with his peers as his counterpart.   in his eyes,   night raven university was a mere stepping stone to becoming their young master’s retainer.  at some point,   he did intend to put books aside &   pick up a sword.  

placing his pen down,   deeming the other’s conversation above his studies for the moment.   sebek was always quite forceful about his opinion,   by nature he was loud when it came to expressing himself as well.   “  there is no intention for us to separate,   not unless you believe there is  —   i will stay at lord malleus’ side forever.   worrying about inevitable happenings will only waste time you can better yourself.   we’ve parted before,   but some things are temporary.  ”    his calm for saying things in the moment was striking,   knowing that the moment malleus would graduate before the two of them  —  sebek would be the first to weep.  

[vorpalswxrd]

[Prompt] what does their future look like when they picture it?  who’s there with them?

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

the future is simple, really. riddle will graduate from nightraven, and go on to become a litigator; not a doctor, like his mother, but a litigator, like his father. riddle is many things, but delusional is not one of them. he knows he lacks the temperment required to be a doctor - to hold a life in the palms of his hands.

the future is set. riddle will graduate with honors, become a litigator, and work his way through a prestigious career, the likes of which has been expected of him since he was young. the future is set. it is exactly as it has been since riddle was young.

the future is set. and the future is empty.

ask him now, what the future looks like. let him pause, and riddle will tell you the same as before. a litigator, as promised. successful, as a rosehearts should be. but that pause holds a different lifetime in it. one day, if you ask him again, maybe he might tell you about it.

[crossedtheline]

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?”

[s-essha]

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@espritdediamant & @silverknightpiece SENT: MY MUSE & ANIMALS.

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BOOK 6 SPOILERS BELOW CUT.

Talk about one of the best parts of being alive!   Needless to say,  S.T.Y.X. was always a sterile facility,  a home so cold pictures of the tundra made you feel more at home,  and it was easier to escape in vast layers of early-developing internet rather than admit the fact that,  at the end of the day,  they were raised in an experimental facility with a bad rep. ( Of course,  it wasn’t as if Idia nor Ortho knew the full extent so early in youth.   Eventually they came to know,  though. )   Essentially,  pets were  ( for a long,  long time )  a total no-go;   no amount of childish persuasion or psychological studies placed into iron fists could’ve ever convinced his & Ortho’s parents that they,  in fact,  needed an animal or else they might just die.   Very convincing. 

First,  the excuse was that Mom had an allergen,  one so devastatingly brutal,  she’d break into hives with sneezing fits, her throat closing as Hades would escort her to the Underworld,  but that was a lie.   After that,  it was that they didn’t have the money,  or the time,  to care for an animal —   as a kid,  this was plausible enough,  relatively ignorant to family fortune and just how much things did cost in the real world,  but that was also a lie.   Fool Idia once,  shame on him.   Fool him twice,  and he’s more than likely going to cry at age 8,  haunted by his greatest curse of shattered dreaming;   life-long dreams of owning way too many cute companions to count.

WHEN GRANDMOTHER WAS STILL AROUND,  there was the family dog —   a snarling powerhouse of houndish rancor,  latched to the hip of her as if the big bad evil guys would show up at any moment,  coming to reclaim Medusa’s head.   There was little way to understand at his young age, much like the financials, that one wrong move and that threat became real,  and said-dog did tend to ward off contention,  and if spiritualism was left on the table,  maybe part of it had to do with how eerily similar his tag looked to ancient talismans.   With every bark resounding down halls came his hair lifting from his skin,  and with every stray tuft of fur,  Idia struggled to deny how disturbingly inky the mutt looked.   When he reached age 10,  he stopped interacting with the dog altogether.   Not out of distaste,  but rather out of unexplainable,  nauseating compunction.

It didn’t really change his mind on other dogs,  though,  or any animal for that matter.   ( Barely,  the experience did leave him with favoritism for smaller,  softer animals,  especially felines. )   If anything,  continuing to have eyes glued to a plethora of screens really only furthered his desperation way farther down the line as consequence from the mindless scrolling through publicized home videos of pets across the entire internet.   It was a dire need even as an adult; especially for one that didn’t bite back maliciously and one who was content with fingers threading through fur,  taken care of by someone who hardly took care of himself.   ( And that was the main reason it was forbidden at age 20,  partially from self awareness,  and partially from his parents’ own 'discretions'.   A lot of the time,  they scared him right back out of it the moment he got confident. )

Regardless,  Night Raven provided him with a lucky break from his pitiful prays to the Gods for the greatest gift of them all:   BEAST TAMER SKILL,  granting an endless pampering of animals until the end of time. Lucius a prime example,  ( though, his efforts to touch that fluffy fur has been strained. Thanks, Professor Trein. )   and if Ramshackle,  or anyone for that matter,  is lucky,  they might catch a glimpse of flame,  gathered in spots where campus strays tend to group,  extending food and treats,  cloaked both by hood and the evening skies, more eager to approach random domesticated animals more solitary, comfortable conditions.

[zacaraya]

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

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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.

[rove-bogge]

Continues from here ~ @silverknightpiece ___ Flicking up the article it shows pictures of the different types of the plant. Finding the right one Rove tapped on it. “The type that grows on this island has more brownish leaves.” He murmured. “Seems it holds the nutrients more in the roots so the leaves tend to look more like it is dying.”  Placing the tablet down taking a sip of his drink he rolled his eyes at the comment of lack of technology in the dorm. It seemed like a very old fashioned dorm which shied away from modern technologies. “I heard about Briar Valley…it's the hot spot for fae…” He mused. “Must be an interesting place to grow up. I guess it's magic reliant over technology would explain why you go to these dusty old books over a simple internet search. If you have a phone you can use your browser on it next time for simple things. Likely find an answer before you fall asleep.” eyes turned to Silver briefly wondering if the other was about to pass out again. Looking back to the books he had gathered for his own course work he tsked. The teachers were determined for book sources only so it made writing up take longer as it required him leafing through the books to find something he could find in seconds only. “I hate old fashioned viewpoints… it's irritating and just makes things more complicated.” He mumbled out loud not even thinking about Silver.

[zigvoltage]

𝕿his school was one of prestige and was internally full of opportunities that Silver knew would be difficult to get in his homeland. The difficulty of working a rice cooker with a timer in his home did not escape him as he learned how to use it, and it did not settle his nerves when he decided to move on from this line of thinking. Cooking is easier here and more foolproof. Cooking will be harder with his consistent drowsiness and easily lulled fatigue, but it's nothing Silver can fix without doing something major like powering it himself when back in the woods. Put a pin in that.

He had an idea that some had chuckled at, but at least he was given the greenlight and began as close as possible to the deadline he could. 

The cutting had been easy, and marinating had been a struggle during the preparation, but the seasoning was easier when everyone left him to his own devices after getting the dinner area ready. Repeat that just enough for their inner circle, and that made it just a tad bit more difficult. Keeping the idea ready, warm, and fresh by making it so close to when Sebek was supposed to come back from visiting the other students on campus was a good idea, but Silver felt unusually... nervous. Was it because his idea was the first wave of Sebek coming back for the evening and he had to serve them all?

Or was it because this was only his third fish dish he's made? 

By the time he finally plates all the salmon carpaccio and has two of them on his forearms and two in his hands to take them out to the table, he's caught before he can make it to the table. With the plates steadily on his arms, he tries to minimally turn his head to address his fellow countryman. 

"𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲. I'll have our lunch on the table after this, and I hope your birthday goes satisfactorily for you." He gives a small smile but really does want to put these down. It's then he remembers that Sebek enjoys giving help and asks the other politely, "Can I get a hand with these plates? I don't want to drop them."

THE SCENT REMINDED HIM OF HOME,   or as close to home as it could get.  cutting  &  cleaning fish beside the river with his grandfather,  ones that they had spent the entire day to catch.   it was his  favorite pastime  —  few of them that he was willing to share with his youngest grandson,   who seemed to have a penchant for  anything  he could learn from his elder.   dishes made from  fish  weren’t uncommon in the zigvolt household,   not when he was bringing home various catches frequently to impress  &  out - do  his own siblings,   as if there was a bit of a competition to it.  

returning to diasomnia’s  hall,   only to be greeted with the sight of  silver  both hand’s occupied with plates  —  even  balancing  two between his forearms.   it was a miracle that none had yet to fall.   the smell was not to be mistaken,  a familiar dish that he favored since he was young.  

“ all of this  inconvenience for a surprise? ”  shaking his head for a moment,  he struggles to rationalize the efforts put forth for a mere happy birthday for himself.  hardly ungrateful,  rather a means to shield the impending embarrassment for his lack of ability to realize the plan that was put into motion.   had he been asked what his favorite dish was ahead of time?   or rather,  it was simply something that was recalled easily after years of camaraderie.  

it is hardly a question that needs to be posed,   taking the plates that are  barely  holding on.   “ if everyone is to be invited,  then we must ensure the dining area is set up properly.  trying to do all of the work on your own behalf,  what kind of lazy human do you mistake me for?  shying away from duties on a day of celebration would be shameful.  today,  we work as equals. ”

[rove-bogge]

Splash zone

@silverknightpiece ____ He was hesitant when the other asked him to practise magic. Heck he just wanted to be alone yet somehow he found it hard to say no to the point he was now stood out in the cold.

It didn't help during some practice with water magic he had fumbled his shield spell and was now standing in front of silver drenched head to toe looking like a drowned rat coughing up a mouthful of water he had inhaled.

"Ugh...typical..." He grumbled as he could hear sniggering around him from people passing by. "Aren't you meant to be an elite guard? That was way too much force..." rambling and wheezing he berated the other in reflection of his humiliation. Silver was not at fault at all Rove had fumbled his shield but he sure was going to pin the blame on Silver in his anger.

[rove-bogge]

Blinding white turns to grey as the temperature drops. For a moment it feels like he’s sinking through water till eyes flutter open to monochrome and the soft clutter of his feet landing on wood?Marbel? He wasn’t sure. He shuddered as the chill seeped into his clothing as he pulled out the mirror from his chest pouch to call through only to frown deeply as he received nothing back. Great a dud… Looking round he saw none of his team around. Alone, he clutched his jacket around him to try and comfort his stress as he started ascending the stairs calling out for anyone who could be near. As he turned one spiral he caught sight of someone ahead of him. Picking up pace into a run he gripped the side rail breath panting. “H-HEY!” He called out hoping the person ahead of him was another student. ~~~ @crossedtheline @silverknightpiece @thecoachman

[rove-bogge]

Nru:Strikers team one the next phase

Continued from here @crossedtheline @silverknightpiece @thecoachman _____ The world blurred as the group was pulled from the cemetery. A mixture of monochrome and lights till it melted into a grey generic fantasy land and Rove spent a moment to wonder if he was in one of Idia's vr worlds.

Grasping his shoulder that was still bleeding he stared round in confusion he hadn't heard the tink tink of the can falling from Luciano's hand onto the floor till her stepped on it and instinctively felt his body fly forward as it rolled under his foot and he slammed into the grey dirt below with a hearty thump.

"....ow..." He wheezed in pain looking up to see one Ghostly maiden giving him some bombastic side eye and scoffing. Groaning as pain shot through his shoulder he tried to sit up dirt on his face. “I hate this….”