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99lostsoulsâ:
the moment ortho locked eyes with the ghost, he froze. like a prey gazing into the eyes of a predator, trying not to move to live.
unfortunately, this was no poor sighted dinosaur they were dealing with butâ treyâs trick gave him an idea.
â Iâm sorry sirâŠI donât know what you mean. what bag? â slowly reaching down, ortho picked up the âpile of leavesâ, holding it close to his chest.
â my friends and I are new here⊠but when we were livin folk weâd use to play in the leaves! you understand the search for nostalgia, yes? â
the ghost seemed to be considering until-
â âŠoho you ainât getting the best of me! I can see the color on you youngins! plus, that little scraggly oneâs stealing right now! youâre after my bagâ wherever you put it! â
a fixed smile. â what color? â
@hyaina @troisfleur @threadedwheelsâ @vipetriolâ
Trey and Orthoâs approach is straightforward, but it seems to be taking effect. Though the ghost might be brash, his conviction is beginning to waver. Heâs confused, caught off balance. Just another push and they just might get away unscathed.Â
It takes very little effort for Jamil to look like any semblance of life â or, at the very least, the will to live it â has been drained out of him. He doesnât need to look at himself in a mirror to know heâs seen better days. The surge of adrenaline brought upon the battle at the castle has subsided, and the lack of sleep over the course of the past couple of weeks is catching up to him, weighing on his eyelids and his lower back.Â
He smears the makeup around his eyes, accentuating his exhaustion. When he walks up to them, he allows his now-dishevelled fringe to cast a shadow over his features.Â
â Never thought Iâd see the day weâd be mistaken for the living,â he scoffs, tone flat and voice low. â I sure as hell donât feel alive. Why, do any of you? âÂ
@hyaina @troisfleur @threadedwheels @99lostsouls
AFTER finding nothing of note from that ruined castle, leaving the area was a given butâ the venture only led the group into another strange place.
the remains of a dead forest surrounds them. the path ahead was dark, decorated with dried leaves & torn off tree bark. utterly perfect for alerting anyone nearby of their location with just one misstep.
ortho did his best to assist by shining a light ahead for the group to see. reflecting on the path like bright flashlights from the android's eyesâ it made the trek just a bit easier.
â ahâ i see something ! â
ortho had mostly been quiet during their walk, but when he spotted an old backpack among the ruins he brightened up.
reaching down for the bag, the miracle was proven to be TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE when ortho's light highlighted another.
the owner of the bag, very displeased.
@hyaina @vipetriol @threadedwheels @troisfleur
#nru: strikers#hyaina#troisfleur#threadedwheels#99lostsouls#(he's technically not lying)#UHEDUIDHUIWHDUWAIHDUIAWHD
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hyainaâ:
Ruggie has no qualms following Ortho. If there was anyone on this team best equipped to march on towards unknown terrain, it was undoubtedly Idia Shroudâs robotic brother. Ruggie finds a sense of ease walking alongside their humanoid companion; as long as Orthoâs tech gear remains working, arenât they practically indomitable?! Steely resolve lets the hyena trek onwards, taking on the infinite staircase until a vivid light pierces his eyes.
âAughâ!â He gasps, instinctively taking a step backwards. He nearly missteps, heel going past the ledge, and Ruggieâs mid-maneuver as a strong force suddenly grips him. It prevents the hyena from tumbling, yet successfully discombobulates him as heâs practically spun onto cobblestone. Ruggie nearly topples from the drastic shift of terrain, eyes flying open in shockâ Then a body thuds besides him.Â
âT-Trey?!â The hyena yelps, barely processing what in the great Sevenâs just happened, when he notices a specter charging at him from the ends of his vision. Quick reflexes enables him to wield his penâ
Ruggie rolls a 1: Miss!Â
Painting Ghost rolls a 14: 1.5dmg incoming! Ruggieâs hp: 3.5 / 5Â
âBut he hardly has time to cast a proper spell as their assailant comes for him next. The ghostâs spell crushes his shoulder mid-cast. Ruggieâs thrown back as black paint-ooze splatters onto his uniform, the gale that he summons goes off-kilter. It whirls past the ghost and slices the painting behind it. The intricate portrait slams onto the ground, echoing into the abyss.Â
@threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsoulsâ / @troisfleur
A morphing world. A dry thud. A stifled yelp. A gust of wind.
Trey is on the ground in the blink of an eye.
Jamilâs mind hasnât quite caught up with the barrage of stimuli, but his body moves on instinct all the sameâ he doesnât need another second to know theyâre under attack.
Jamil rolls an 11 and a 9 for damage:Â Hit for 1 dmg!
Painting Ghost rolls an 11 and a 10 for damage: 1 dmg incoming!
Painting Ghostâs HP: 2/3Â
Jamilâs HP: 4/5
A fire spell cast on reflex finds its mark. The foul smell of burning oil paint rises into the air, and a shrill, inhuman wail reverberates across the castleâs stone walls. As it writhes against the frame it had presumably gone out from, the ghost seethes, now settled on its next mark. Â
Jamil prepares to retaliate, but the earlier soreness returns with a vengeance, sending painful jolts across his right arm. Heâs half a second too slow in casting a defence spell, and the incoming strike sends him crashing onto the cobbled ground.
@threadedwheels / @hyaina / @99lostsouls / @troisfleur
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hyainaâ:
He canât help his ravenous disposition! Ruggie crinkles his nose, but doesnât protest as Ortho pushes him away. Jamilâs nomination for Trey to be their leader strikes his curiosity. It makes sense, theoretically, but the thought of being led by someone with as much assertion of a kudu almost makes him snort.Â
Well, noncommittal leaders came with certain advantages, too.Â
Pale eyes flicker towards the bar nonchalantly placed in Treyâs pocket. Ruggie feels his fingers itch, but keeps them at his side. Instead, as the team discusses their predicament, he rotates his ears in an attempt to pick-up sound.Â
âIâm not pickinâ up any noise here âsides us,â Ruggie pitches in, âNo echoes, no movement, no mice, nothinâ.â He examines the nearby staircase, âSo, we donât really got a choice but tâgo higher, right? Emberâs mirror doesnât work ân Orthoâs connectionâs all funky, the only other option we got is tâsit around like anxious prey waitinâ tâget plucked.âÂ
@threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsouls / @troisfleurs-blogâ
Would heading to higher ground really make a difference? As far as Orthoâs connection and the mirrorâs functionality are concerned, Jamil doubts it. The layout of the place doesnât seem linearâ not if the winding staircases stretching out in every possible, nonsensical path are of any indication. Heâs not an expert in technology by any means, but navigating this place is bound to be more complex than blindly waving a phone around in hopes of reception.Â
But, itâs true that they stand nothing to gain by staying here, and itâs best to get moving.Â
While the group debates their options, Jamil notices a familiar bottle lying by his feet. He kneels down, sliding it into his pocket covertly as he pretends to tie his shoelace.Â
âSeems like our safest bet to me,â he says, and heâs back on his feet. âItâs better than standing still, at least. We should go.â
@threadedwheels / @hyainaâ / @99lostsoulsâ / @troisfleurâ
#nru: strikers#threadedwheels#hyania#99lostsouls#troisfleur#(DON'T MIND HIM HE'S JUST PICKING UP THE REST OF OUR INVENTORY!!! UHADUADA
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Free time? Not really. Youâd expect Ruggie to know as much by now. Plus, Jamil wouldnât peg his roommate as someone with an abundance of free time either, so the abrupt invitation isnât only unusual, but suspect.Â
( Then again, it is curry of all things, and itâd be a lie to say his interest isnât piqued. )
He turns to face Ruggie, searching for any tells that might betray malicious intent. A beat passes in silence, then two.
With a huff, Jamil folds his arms over his chest, a sneer tugging at his lips when he finally says:
âYour treat, then? Since youâre going out of your way to invite me, Iâm not paying a single mark.â
âMAN, Iâm huu~uungry!â Itâs a typical complaint following the conclusion of afternoon classes. Ruggie yawns, arms stretching skywards. Outstretched fingers passively try to hit the bottom of their door frame but narrowly miss. Ruggie wiggles his fingers, nose wrinkling as he finally steps into their room. He takes one step inside before he suddenly turns, facing Jamil.Â
âHow about we go somewhere tâeat?!â Itâs less of a suggestion and, surprisingly, more of a demand. Ruggie looks at Jamil with a wide, expectant gaze, âI know a place ân they serve some rea~al good curry! We donât gotta go tâour evening traininâ cause our groups won that last exam, so ya got free time, ri~ight?â @vipetriol
#mini#hyania#((NEITHER OF THEM ARE PAYING A SINGLE MARK IN THIS OUTING#((LETS GOOOOOOOO#((I wish mustard and ketchup emojis were a thing so badly
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hyainaâ:
âââCourse Iâm worried about my gummies, every scrap of foodâs important!â Ruggieâs brows furrow defiantly, a frown tugging at his lips. They were premium quality, too! The good stuff that all the rich kids got that had frost-apples and artisan sugar and it was supposed to keep him afloat since the teams were gonna share their rations, but now they donât even have rations to share! This sucks!Â
The sound of a wrapper crinkling immediately sends Ruggie scurrying to Treyâs side, eyes wide and transfixed upon the bar. He only spares one second to check his pockets.
âI only got my magipen, no mirror.â Ruggie says. His peels dart from the ice cream, to Trey, to the other students, then back down at the ice cream. âAnâ Iâm also kii~iinda hungryâŠâÂ
@threadedwheels / @vipetriolâ /Â @99lostsoulsââ / @troisfleurââ
âI lost my bag, so gummies would be preferable to nothing, really,â Jamil admits. He doesnât have the mirror either, and with his supplies gone, every scrap of food does matterâ doubly so with Ruggie around. He shoots an all-too-knowing glare at the beastman. âYou? Hungry? Never wouldâve guessed.â
On the bright side âif thereâs one to be foundâ having Ortho in their group means one less mouth to feed, but Jamil refrains from voicing the thought out loud, lest Ortho find offence to it.
âAs both our senior and Heartslabyulâs vice-housewarden, I believe we can entrust Trey to ration our resources,â or so Jamil says. His tone is perfectly cordial, if not borderline sycophantic, but it was Trey who crushed the miserable bar in the first place, so he should take responsibility. Â
âAt any rate, we should take a look around. There might be some more stuff we dropped.â Â
@threadedwheelsâ / @hyainaâ / @99lostsoulsâ / @troisfleurâ
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Itâs always one thing after the other. Nothing ever goes as plannedâ and, quite frankly, expecting it to would reflect poorly on Jamilâs intelligence. That said, the absence of shock doesnât equate to a lack of annoyance when things go awry.Â
As his eyes adjust to the scenery, Jamil kneads his right shoulder, suppressing a groan. The rough landing had heightened the soreness brought upon preparing meal rations and first-aid kits (all of which, incidentally, are nowhere to be found now) until the dead of night.
Hoping the ache will let down eventually, he scans over the group heâs now saddled with, and releases a quiet exhale.Â
Itâs not as terrible as it couldâve beenâ These are people he can deal with. Probably.  Â
âDuly noted,â he tells Ortho. âStill, if anyoneâs in need ofââÂ
He trails off when Trey gets up, face scrunching up in reflex at the sound.
team 3: You Are (Not) at Soup. âŁïž
TREY CLOVER manages to hold onto his hat for the descent, the only thing he has to his name as dignity falls in time with his body free-falling through the air for a landing most unfortunate. Itâs not the first time heâs taken a tumbleâthree years and middling (by his own measure, if asked, and as far as anyone will know) ability to balance on a broomâs made him no stranger to heights and the bruises and sprains that come with themâbut this is the strangest one in recent memory.
Itâs only by quick thinking on impact that his glasses donât go flying off his face, but breath certainly leaves his lungs as Trey stays flat on his back for a good few minutes.
A few more, and eyes open to a world devoid of color.
ââŠEveryone alright?â When Trey pushes himself upright, something⊠crinkles?
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·â @hyaina / @threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsouls. âŁïž
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Same old.
@prince-kalim has sent: "Jamil!" Kalim calls out as he preps himself to leave. He decided on a trip to Sam's store to see if there was anything that he could get for the students currently stuck in Ramshackle. While normally he would let Jamil do all his shopping he felt the want to go himself this time.
Part of him thought to not tell his best friend and surprise him with something on his return but changing his mind last second he peeked his head into the others room.
"I'm going to Sam's store to buy some things, ok? I'll be back later!" He chirped before quickly turning to leave a bounce in his step. Maybe he could still surprise the other with somethingâŠ
âNo, youâre not.â
No sooner had Kalim announced his intentions than Jamil sprung from his seat and dashed after him. He catches up in a few quick strides, and grabs the back of Kalimâs uniform in order to restrain him.
âCare to tell me what the hell is so important that you have to go get it yourself? I stopped by the Mystery Shop earlier today, everything you need should be in your room already.â
Even if it wasnât, letting Kalim handle any sort of shopping without supervision is a recipe for disaster: before they know it, Ramshackle will be swarmed with knick knacks no one has any use for, and Jamil will be left to deal with the clean-up.
â No, no. Thereâs no need to entertain that train of thought. Because Kalim isnât buying anything, not today. Not if Jamil can avoid it.
âHave you even started working on your assignments yet?â Jamil doesnât know why he even bothers askingâ the answer is no, nine out of ten times. âLook, just tell me what you want and Iâll fetch it myself. Stay put, and get your work done. â
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Lone Digger
ïżœïżœïżœ [ 6:15 P.M. School Gym. ]
Fifteen minutes.Â
Club activities have concluded for the afternoon and in the middle of the empty gymnasium, stands Jamil. Solitude comes as a pocket of fresh air in the midst of an otherwise swarmed schedule. Heâd offered to stay behind and handle clean-up by his lonesome, all for the sake of this fifteen-minute grace period before returning to his duties.
Fifteen minutes and no longer. Well, it's more than enough.
With headphones on and song on loop, Jamil places his bag on the bleachers, props his phone against it, and presses record. Heâll repeat the choreography three times, review the recording to assess his performance and return to Ramshackle. No one will be none the wiser.Â
Well then, here goes.
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Getâcha Head in the Game.Â
About Jamil & the Basketball Clubă Part I : Club Choice ă
Disclaimer: Raffles is more of a fĂștbol (âœ) fan than a basketball one and isnât super knowledgeable on the sport. This meta mostly revolves around my interpretation of Jamilâs feelings towards the club and his reason for choosing it over other options. A small headâs up: this makes small, passing references to Jamil Clubwear voicelines, not yet released in EN. It will be split into three parts: Part two will discuss Jamil's position in the team, his behaviour during and after practice, and general gamestyle. Part three will handle his dynamics with other club members and his feelings towards them.
Overview
Despite the fact he might not be fully aware of it, Jamil is closest to acting like his authentic self during the time he spends in basketball practice. Itâs not that heâs specifically driven by a deep love for the sport or that he is especially fond of his teammatesâ rather, it just so happens to provide an environment where he can loosen due to the absence of his usual stressors and responsibilities. Because Kalim isnât part of the club, he doesnât have to worry about prioritising his safety or undermining his own abilities; in other words, he doesn't have to play for anyone's sake other than his own, allowing him to present a part of himself rarely on display prior to Book 4 in canon.
[ Continued below. ]
Why Basketball?
Jamilâs choice of a club can most easily be boiled down to the sport being an enduring hobby of his. He played basketball with his middle school friends prior to his arrival at NRC and remembers the experience fondly (Jamil Clubwear Voicelines). However, given other major interests and the wide array of skills he has ânamely, dancing, cooking, and Spelldriveâ make the choice appear a bit unusual.Â
On one hand, Jamil not choosing a culture club revolving around dance or performance can be easily explained: Kalim is also musically-inclined. Jamil believes that, had he chosen a club with some tie to music, Kalim wouldâve been likely to follow, therefore defeating any purpose of genuine leisure during club activities. To top it off, the Pop Club Music is too lax for someone like Jamil, who highly values structure, order, and feeling a sense of accomplishment.  Â
Then, thereâs the Science Club. Jamil has an aptitude for alchemy and has a higher motivation in that class than he does in other courses (Magical Archives). Despite the fact that he tries to undervalue his own interest in cooking (Dorm Uniform Voicelines) his actions and comments towards food across different stories (Master Chef Vignette, Dorm Uniform Vignette,  Fireworks Event, etc.) show that he cares more about it than he initially lets on. Parallels between his experience with cooking and his performance in alchemy are drawn often (Jamil Labwear Vignette, Alchemy Lesson Voicelines), meaning that participating in the Science Club would appeal to both interests simultaneously. However, Jamil is a highly competitive individual at his core. He holds victory over others as a way to affirm his own abilities close to his heart, despite the fact that his circumstances wonât allow him to freely pursue it. Therefore, even if it had helped him hone his skills and knowledge within the field, the Science Club wouldnât have provided an outlet for Jamil to appease that side of himself.Â
Out of the culture clubs, the one which wouldâve best fulfilled Jamilâs needs would have been the Board Game Club. It wouldâve provided ample opportunity for him to engage in friendly competition and appealed to his interest in strategy and planning ahead. He is shown to be good at mancala (Book 4) and wouldâve likely enjoyed otherÂ
But the club still poses its own set of problems. First, thereâs not a lot of space for him to hide; Jamil tries to conceal his own cunning nature from others, but this part of him would be easily made clear to those playing strategy-based games against him for an extended period of time, even if he attempts feigning defeat. Second, is a need for physical exertion. Jamil finds it easiest to relax and forget his worries whenever heâs dancing or playing a sportâ physical activity overrides his tendency to overthink. The Board Game club, on the flipside, would exacerbate that quality of his. Thereâs a third, final reason heâd avoid the club at all costs, but it goes without saying. Have a guess at what that is.Â
When it comes to other sports clubs, the Equestrian Club and the Track & Field Club are easily discarded by virtue of being solo sports without a focus on strategy. Not only does Jamil avoid the limelight and defer it to other people whenever possible to conceal his own abilities, he also thrives on executing carefully laid out plans that allow him to exert control over others and goad them towards playing into his ploys. Neither of these two clubs would allow him to do so.
Had Jamil arrived at NRU under different circumstances and without a need to worry about appearances, itâs likely he wouldâve joined the Spelldrive Club, or at least highly considered it. Itâs a competitive team sport relying on magic mastery, agility, flight, and strategy, and Jamil has a knack for it: he plays as part of Scarabiaâs team and is considered to be a key player (Book 2), as well as being proficient in flight (Azul PE Uniform Vignette). But, Spelldrive is THE sport on campus, meaning heâd have to take it as a serious commitment rather than a passtime, and itâd be significantly more difficult to maintain a low profile. Much as it would in the hypothetical scenario with the Board Game Club, the skills he tries to maintain hidden would make themselves known, and Jamil, prone to self-sabotage and stifling his own ambitions, would not be comfortable with the scrutiny. Speaking of self-sabotage and outside scrutiny just so happens to tie in with the final reason heâd avoid Spelldriveâ guess what that is x2.Â
Therefore, when first choosing a club, Jamil settled for something that would provide four main factors: physical exertion, competition, teamwork, and leisure.
Now, with all that said, the biggest reason for his choice of a club: The Basketball Club is described as a meritocracy (Floyd PE Uniform vignette; Ruggie Outdoor Wear Vignette Part 2) where members are judged on their skill, rather than seniority. Their standing as freshmen, sophomores, and seniors is less important than their ability to play the game, and this is what earns them a spot in the starting lineup. Therefore, being a servant of the Asim family or Scarabia's vice housewarden are irrelevant within the basketball court; he's a player first and foremost, judged on his own merits. In that sense, the members of the basketball club are the closest thing he has to peers of equal standing, resulting in Jamil displaying a significantly more sincere side of himself whenever around other club members as compared to other people.  Â
#raffles drops a pointless essay at 3 am#as per usual#I started writing this when his clubwear card got announced and then got progressively more out of control#metas
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The lie is so unapologetically transparent, Jamil feels almost impressed â almost. Ruggieâs nerve does little to quell Jamilâs simmering irritation. Â
Itâs uncanny, sometimes, how closely Ruggie resembles someone Jamil used to hang around some years ago; the type of guy who would hog the stash of stolen apples and melons after their escapades around Camel Bazaar and Zaheeb Market, perfectly shameless through the entire process.Â
He doesnât know where that guy is or what heâs up to these days but, whatever it is, Jamil would be willing to wager itâs probably not unlike what Ruggie is doing now. Which is exactly why he knows that forcefully trying to pry the truth out of the beastman is a lost battle.Â
Yelling at Ruggie wonât get Kalimâs food back, it wonât turn back the clock and spare him the wasted hours in the kitchen, nor will it return the lunchbox thatâll surely find its way to a pawnshop in the recondite corners of the island. Â
If anything, itâs only bound to motivate Ruggie to get better at covering his tracks.Â
âYeah, youâre right,â so he does the only sensible thing and nods in agreement, expression grave. âIâd like to find the one responsible as soon as possible. To be honest, I always dose Kalimâs meals with slow-acting poisons so he can build resistance. I donât know what effects the dosage could have on anyone else, and well, I rather not start the month with a body count.â
but i was huuuuungy!
@vipetriolâ sent:Â [THIEF] for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them.
â Oi, Ruggie, â Jamil calls out the second the beastman steps into their shared room at Ramshackle. In lieu of a greeting, he crosses his arms and, surveying his roommate with unconcealed reproach, adds: â I canât find Kalimâs lunch anywhere. You wouldnât happen to have seen it, would you? â
Though unvoiced, the underlying accusation is made clearâ you took it, didnât you?
Ears droop in guilty conscience. Itâs an instinctive reaction, a habit that the hyena beastmen just canât curb. Factually speaking, itâs almost as bad as his impulse for thievery, if not entwined with it. Nevertheless, Ruggieâs steps halt near the entrance, one foot going backwards as if evaluating the possibility of a retreat.Â
âUh,â Ruggie responds eloquentlyâ innocentlyâ before a sheepish smile paints his lips. He chuckles nervously as a hand comes to scratch at the scruff of his neck, âI didnât see anythinâ last time I left, hahaâŠâ He fidgets for a moment, until his eyes suddenly widen.
âYa donât think thâghosts are robbinâ our food stash now, do ya?!â Ruggieâs ears spring up to full height. Itâs a bold move to blatantly lie to someone as perceptive as Jamil, but what was a hyena if not the least bit audacious? âI got peach puddinâ in thâfridge that Iâm savinâ âtil after dinner, we gotta find thâculprit before they take that too!âÂ
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Academics.
Perfectly average. Assuming cohort/grade size is around 165~ students, Jamil usually ranks around the 80th spot, almost with eerie accuracy. Whenever he gets closer to the 75th spot, the following exam period will have him rank somewhere closer to 85th. He never leaves the 75th-85th range, and heâs almost always somewhere between the 79th and 81st spots. This is a careful balancing act he carries out deliberately to make sure he stays somewhere in the middle, completely unassuming, neither remarkable nor reproachable. This is true even when grades drastically increase overall (E.G: because of Azulâs study guides) as he makes sure to adjust his performance in accordance to the expected over-saturation of drastically improved scores. Even though his academic ranking leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, he still finds satisfaction in knowing heâs capable of calculating his final standing with this level of precision. Itâs a personal secret, a minor scheme he can be proud of despite the sour circumstances surrounding it. Surely no one will notice and find it suspicious, right?  ( He definitely thinks he could make it to the top two if he wanted to. But he doesnât. So heâs not in the top two. And he doesnât care. It doesnât bother him. It doesnât bother him in the slightest! Uh huh. )
Jack of all Trades. Jamilâs academic performance is even all across the board. As noted by Azul, he has no significant weaknesses or struggles with any course. Even though heâs constantly trying to conceal it, he has a lot of innate talent, with his main asset being his ability to naturally pick up a wide array of skills and knowledge with relative ease. In this sense, he could be considered a multitalented prodigy. However, he stagnates just as quickly. Natural ability can only take him so far (which is usually "pretty good" or âimpressiveâ but never THE best or exemplary) and he needs to put in that extra time and effort to be able to break through his own threshold and improve beyond his current level and be truly excellent. Of course, because he isn't allowed to outshine Kalim and must only use his skills for Kalim's sake rather than his own, he's never been allowed to exploit his talents and test how far he can go without restraining himself. Hence jack of all trades, master of none. As a small, personal treat, he allows himself to be slightly better at some coursesâ typically those that he feels especially interested in or that come naturally to him. Ancient incantations is at the top of that list, followed by Astrology, as they are the subjects Scarabian students are historically the best at, and in which the Sorcerer of the Sands is said to have dabbled in. Because of his admiration towards Scarabiaâs patron, itâs important to Jamil that he perform well in these and that he absorbs the information best he can. Heâs also adept at Alchemy and Flying, the first of which comes naturally to him due to his experience with detail-oriented work tutoring Kalim and preparing his meals, while the latter is more due to a personal enjoyment (expanded on below.)Â
WEâRE SOARING. In spite of his efforts not to stand out in most fields, Vargas describes him as one of the best flyers in his class (Azul P.E Uniform Vignette). Based on his lesson voice lines, Jamil seems to forget himself and inadvertently performs better than what he intends to. He is repeatedly shown to be athletically inclined and uses exercise as a means to clear his mind, and flying is especially refreshing because it provides a temporary sense of freedom. While up in the sky, itâs easy for him to get lost in the feeling of weightlessness, a stark contrast to the responsibilities and burdens tying him down when on solid ground. Even though he tries not to be too flashy, he is described as an agile flyer, enjoys flying at high speeds, and doesnât have a need to use his hands in order to manoeuvre his broom. This final point can probably be attributed to the fact that he has previous experience flying Kalimâs magic carpet, which involves a relatively âhands-offâ method in its control. Having said all of this, it should also be mentioned that even though he enjoys it and is proficient at it, heâs not driven to excel at flight in the same way he wants to excel at dancing and cooking. Rather than a real passion, flight is a momentary escape, a means to unwind.
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Bird Brain
@troisfleur sent: [CATCH] âTHIS MIGHT BE YOURS?â
Itâs a bird. Peacock, more specifically, looking just as confused at being caught as Trey is at having caught it. Confusion is nice, though; generally, when itâs Treyâs turn to feed the flamingos, they generally just threaten to knock the feed bags out of his hands and take a few fingers with it.
Treyâs the last person who should be handling birds, really. But, hey, quick thinking at least kept him from being at the receiving end of intimidation tactics. To be fair, the peacock does look like itâs considering violence. The tail feathers are most definitely ruffled. (After one swift, testing peck, Treyâs never been gladder to need glasses, as heâs pretty sure heâd lose an eye to its ire otherwise.)
âDonât think this is a new and exciting breed of croquet flamingo coming to play, haha." Trey's animal linguistics grade from freshman year was honestly atrocious, but the harried squawks that follow the attempt at pecking his eyes out probably aren't very kind. "Mind giving me a hand?â
Peacocks are a symbol of royalty and status all over the world, and for good reasonâ with their proud gait and striking colors, they exist in the collective imagination as nobility incarnate. Doubly so for those born in the Scalding Sands, where they're a staple in parades and celebrations; the patterns of their plumage embroidered into the lavish silks that best represent their markets; and their colours âpurple and greenâ present in clothing, banners, and souvenirs, stand as an emblem of a beloved princessâs resourcefulness and wit.
And well, isnât that enough? Someone ought to stop feeding their ego, because theyâre also some of the most ill-tempered, hostile, pompous, egotistical, downright insufferable birds Jamil has ever had the displeasure of dealing with.Â
âAlthough, on second thought, perhaps that wasnât actually true; his encounter with RSUâs resident goose back at the beginning of the school year still stood among the highlights of unfortunate events that befallen him in the past semester.Â
Then again, if the peacock's expression and angry squawks (ones which Jamil is fairly certain are the avian equivalent of brazen obscenities) are anything to go by, comparing its current state to that of RSU's bloodthirsty mascot back during orientation wouldnât be completely off-base.Â
He must act quicklyâ lest it devolve into carnage. The last thing Jamil needs is Scarabiaâs menagerie inflicting injuries on another dormâs vice-housewarden, so thereâs no time to waste on greetings, apologies, or explanations.Â
âStay still,â he instructs, grabbing the first piece of fabric he finds close at hand. Itâs an old towel âIs it his? Maybe Ruggieâs? It doesnât matter nowâ which, with a quick swing of Jamilâs magipen, is lifted into the air, hovering over Trey (and the peacock by extension.)
â Iâm going to drape this over its headâ the dark helps them calm down when theyâre agitated. âÂ
#{ I'm sorry that this is kind of ass TT }#{ But this is such a fun prompt }#{Two overworked vice housewardens dealing with difficult birds }#{ đ Trey Clover }#{ Thread; Bird Brain }
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Anise and Thyme
@threadedwheels sent: MEAL : for both muses to prepare and share a meal together.
Ember knocked on the door of Jamilâs temporary residence, a box of tea in his hands. He fiddled with his sweater for a few moments before the door opened.
ââŠcare to have some tea and maybe some lunch with me? I thought it would be a nice break, maybe you could tell me about your home since I have already taken up so much of your time writing about my own.â
A brief look of surprise flashes through Jamilâs eyes upon opening the door.Â
â Ember, hello, â he says, expression settling on a genial smile. â Iâd love to, butââ
Rejecting an upperclassmanâs amicable invitation would be remiss, but he has to do the laundry, iron Kalimâs clothes, read over his homework, prepare his meal andâ Ah, thereâs an idea.
â Actually, I was just on my way to the kitchen. I was planning on making some traditional dishes for Scarabiaâs study group, â Jamil explains, hoping to kill two birds with one stone. â Would you like to sample them over tea? Iâd be grateful for your opinionâ if itâs not a bother, of course. â
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« I need to do more, for my own sake... »
« January Housekeeping »Â
Waiting on me
» Trey; Ask prompt
» Ember; Ask mini
» Luciano; Midnight snack wrap-up
Waiting on partner
» None
Monthly Goal
» My main January goal is to earn at least 5 points for Scarabia before the end of the month. It may seem unlikely, but I am determined! I want to become more active and involved ic in the coming months.
» That, of course, ties in with my long-term 546-step plan to get Snake Whisper for Jamil before Chanel gets Itâs a Deal for Azul. Step 254 obviously involves convincing Chanel to forfeit all of her points to Chade, but I wonât get ahead of myself. Weâll cross that bridge when we get to it. :chade:Â
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a comprehensive list of scenarios
feel free to combine multiple prompts or add â + reverse â to switch roles !  for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.
1. GUEST : for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2. STORM : for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3. MEDIC : for one muse to show up at the otherâs doorstep injured. 4. SURPRISE : for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5. TRIP : for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6. BABYSIT : for one muse to help the other home while theyâre drunk. 7. INSOMNIA : for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8. AMBUSH : for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9. DANCE : for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10. STRANDED : for one muse to help the other whoâs stranded on the road. 11. SERVICE : for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12. SAFEGUARD : for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13. DAZE : for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14. STOWAWAY : for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15. TAXI : for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16. MAKEOVER : for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17. LIFEGUARD : for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18. DISASTER : for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19. TRANSIT : for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20. SPRAIN : for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21. EMPLOY : for one muse to be hired as the otherâs bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22. QUEST : for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23. SOOTHE : for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24. RECOVER : for one muse to return the otherâs lost belonging. 25. UMBRELLA : for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26. HEAL : for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27. NIGHTMARE : for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28. REUNION : for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29. PRIZE : for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30. NUDE : for one muse to walk in on the other while theyâre changing. 31. BED : for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32. TRAIL : for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33. EVADE : for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34. THIEF : for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35. CAUGHT : for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36. FESTIVE : for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37. PRESENT : for one muse to give the other a (birthday) gift. 38. WEARY : for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39. CAPTIVE : for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40. SNAP : for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41. SLEEPOVER : for one muse to stay the night at the otherâs place. 42. TRESPASS : for one muse to trespass on the otherâs property. 43. BREAK-IN : for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44. MERCY : for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45. UNKNOWN : for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46. ACCOMPLICE : for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47. ASTRAY : for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48. RELAX : for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49. MUSE :  for one muse to model for the otherâs art project. 50. ACCOMPANY :  for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51. SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the otherâs belongings from a thief. 52. MEAL : for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53. CEMETERY :  for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54. REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55. ARRANGED :  for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56. FAVOR :  for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57. VACATION : for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58. DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59. CATCH :  for one muse to return the otherâs pet that escaped. 60. RESTRICTED :  for both muses to sneak into someplace theyâre not supposed to be.
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His goal for the year? As if heâd ever tell anyone what that is, let alone leave it out for the entire world to see.Â
As long as it goes unvoiced, he can continue to hide under the guise of plausible deniability. Rid himself of any guilt should it ever come to fruition. It is far easier to express some vague, clichĂ©d resolution. One thatâll become lost in the faceless mob whose halfhearted aspirations will expire within the month.
Bearing that in mind, Jamil looks up, skimming over the messages left by other students as if in search of ideas.
âGet into the Top 50!â âBecome housewarden!â âPunch Crowley.â
Yeah, right. Good luck with that.Â
They wonât last a week.Â
But, if it were JamilâŠ
âNo. Best to resort to a similarly dull sentiment. Write âImprove my gradesâ and be done with it.Â
He knows that, rationally, but the markerâs tip hovers over the paper, hand frozen by his own conceit; even with a goal as mundane as this, unless he achieves that, his grades will remain the exact same come next year.Â
âŠAnd what about cooking? Basketball? Dancing?Â
Well, those are fine distractions and all, but remain mere distractions nonetheless.Â
What Jamil really wants isâ
âŠ
With a quick flick of his wrist, Jamil finds his resolve at last and scribbles something onto the sheet. After finding a packed branch where his slip is sure to become obscured by the others, he ties it into a loose knot bound to yield under the first forceful gust of wind.
He watches it flutter alongside the rest for no longer than a second, and takes his leave.Â
New year, New you?
Come the morning of the new year in the centre courtyard. Students and teachers alike would be greeted with the new addition of a bloomed Yoshino cherry tree. The white blossoms like clouds of snow against the pale wood. Entwined with the blossoms and branches raindrop shaped fairy lights that flicked and sparkled to give the tree a dreamy look like star lit rain frozen along the flurry.
A simple table sat at the base of the tree. Black slips of paper and gold sharpie pens sat with a small black wood sign.
âDear students and staff.
Come the new year many people set themselves a goal of self improvement or achievement that they wish to happen over the year. It is said tying said goal to the branches of a tree is meant to grant luck and good fortune for your endeavour.
On this table I have set some slips and pens for people to do that. You may add your name or leave yourself anonymous if you wish. Please tie your goals on the tree and maybe come the end of the year you will find your slip and feel proud of your achievements.
As always if you require any help in personal growth and options my office is always open Counsellor Froll.â
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The knock on the door came with a bit of a rhythm, revealing a somewhat bundled-up professor on the other side. He carries a present box tucked underneath his arm, wrapped in a careful bow. "A Merry Christmas to you, little sprout!" he says with a slight chirp in his voice. "I hope you haven't been too cold with the lodgings."
"As for your response, this is mostly why I have not been given offense to your skepticism during our letters." He seems to wave it off like it was nothing more than something that we would encounter at work. "The staff and students alike share a bit of the NRU spirit, after all." He extends the box to Jamil. "After hearing your discussion for athletics, I thought these would be appropriate for you."
If Jamil were to open the box, he would find a streetwear hoodie and pants! The two articles of clothing appear to be casual clothes with some subtle streetwear accents at first glance, but looking closer, the fabric for both of them seem to be predominantly mixed natural fibers for breathability and temperature regulation with the aid of synthetic fibers for flexibility and durability. As a result, the outfit could be able to go through a lot of wear and tear for a good number of years if maintained correctly against a lot of elements. There are also some simple side features that help with quality of life such as detachable sleeves for the hoodie and a hidden pocket on the side of the pants, but it still looks like it would be useful for several situations and circumstances regardless. Whether he opens it or not, Godel will say afterwards, "With your hobbies and your daily life, I thought it was best to give you something that could be used for your everyday use that can still cater to your hobbies, and to keep your body temperature consistent in the process."
There wasn't enough in the budget for sneakers, but it was better to have the most optimized in some things rather than the full set being hosh-posh and thrown around. Also, if his instincts are right, Jamil probably already has own set of sneakers for such an occasion.
Nodding at Jamil's reaction, he looks down to his watch. "Well, I will not take more of your time, but if you wish to discuss about anything, you can meet me during my office hours or drop off a letter at my door if I'm around campus. Or if you have a burning question, I could stay for a bit longer." He gives a small bow in the head. "And once again, happy holidays to you and may your loved ones be well today, as well."
Mortified. Jamil was mortified. Yes, âmortifiedâ was the most apt way to put it. When this exercise had been introducedâ no, imposed upon them, he had wasted no time in preparing for the worst case scenario. Barring anyone with outright malicious intent, he was expecting being assigned to someone who would shield themselves behind the temporary anonymity to pull a ridiculous stunt.Â
Each letter received had been examined in detail before opening. Heâd held them against the light for one, two, three minutes, bracing himself for any unwanted surprises that mightâve awaited himâŠonly to find seemingly non-conspicuous messages awaiting him. Theyâd been perfectly friendly, in fact. He should have, for all intents and purposes, responded to that kindness in turn. Â
But life lived as someone elseâs first line of defence against assassination attempts was bound to breed a pathologically cynical mentality. Figures.Â
Unlike the letters he had penned for Ember, he simply couldn't endure not being the one holding the reins of the conversation. Heâd written his responses, wary of every word, and resolute not to allow important details to slip. That is to say, nothing that could be used against him âor Kalim, or Scarabia as a wholeâ in the future.
Even if only for the sake of outward appearances, most freshmen wouldnât question the chain of authority. Other sophomores could take his skepticism without taking offence. And in the scenario where it had been one of his seniors, he would simply bow his head and apologise for the discourtesy. Unless he had been paired up with someone especially difficult, his hostile behaviour would be overlooked.Â
But how was Jamil supposed to know he would be assigned to a staff member? Moreover, the staff member in question had been exceedingly kind. (Perhaps too kind, he thinks, but that's a matter best left aside for the time being.) Now, Jamil almost found himself wishing it had been a troublemaker: for all of his preparations, he felt as though he had been made a fool out of regardless.Â
Even if Godel bore no resentment or ill-will towards him now, heâd perfectly squandered the opportunity to improve his standing with a professor. It looked bad, no matter how you spun it. The gift he had been given was far more thoughtful than many his own parents had given to him in the past (Oh, a poison detection kit? Thank you, mom. You shouldnât have. Really. You shouldnât have) and Jamil finds himself at a loss for words. So he now enters damage-control mode, and quickly surveying his options, arrives at what seemed the most sensible solution.Â
âIââ he starts, âSir, is it really okay for me to have this? YouâreâŠfar too generous, this isâŠthank you, really. Excuse me for a moment.â
He walks back into the room, searches through his belongings, fishes out a ticket tucked away inside one of his textbooks, and presents it to Godel.  Â
âItâs not ballet, but a dancing troupe from the Scalding Sands will perform in Sage Island next month. Please take this as a symbol of my gratitude.â  Â
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