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Old 09-28-2011, 10:07 PM
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Faces and Places



The Guild is built like a series of mini castles, crafted from white marble. Circles represent towers (except for the Tree of Blessings, of course), and the left and right side of the Guild are surrounded by forest. To the north lies the Training fields, and to the South is the Journey River—which can only be crossed at the main bridge leading into the Great Hall. Down that river one can find the quiet village known as Ryverton, where some of the world’s non-wielder citizens live.


The Great Hall: This is the main entrance to the Guild, just across from a bridge that spans over the Journey River. Here, one finds the ballroom and the throne-like Council Room where the Elders often work. On either wing of the Great Hall building are classrooms where both Apprentices and Recruits alike are taught. Unlike modern classrooms, these studios are wide and roomy, used for both lectures and fencing practices.

The Library: Across the courtyard directly behind the Great Hall is the massive Library. Two stories tall, the entire building is dedicated to the books leading to other worlds. Most of its halls remain empty, still waiting for books to be crafted to fill their shelves. Currently, both floors on in the middle section are full, while the west wing houses some non-magical books for the enjoyment of students. The Library’s solitary tower is strictly off-limits to students, being the private housing for the Elders.

Mess Hall: Here one can find the cafeteria, food stores, kitchens, and so on. It’s one of the newer buildings in the Guild, and lacks the castle-like design of the other buildings.

Armory: Sitting before the field students call “the Arena”, the Armory is run by—you guessed it—the Moogles. Here, weapons, armor, and such are forged for wielders young and old. The Arena is a field where students can practice sparring, though most often it is used for rivalry challenges. Other fields are cleared around the Armory, used for instructions and obstacle courses.

Dorms and the Apprentice Halls: These buildings are the housing for the students, and look quite cathedral-like in architecture. New recruits who have yet to gain an apprenticeship reside in the dorms, while apprentices live in the halls. Rooms are assigned three students apiece. Masters who stay within the Guild live within the towers, getting much more private rooms.



Rankings:


Within the Guild, wielders are separated into several different groups. New students are given the rank of a Recruit, and after becoming apprenticed to a Master they can achieve several other titles: Supporter, Locker, Seeker, Master, Keeper, or Bookbinder. The highest group is the Elders, who are basically the main staff of the Guild.

--Recruit: The entry level. Students in this category have just been discovered by a Seeker, and are new to the ways of the Keyblade. Here, they receive education on their newfound abilities and other matters surrounding the Keyblade in a formal classroom setting. Those not experienced in swordplay are given basic training in that area.

--Apprentice: The second level. Students in this rank have been apprenticed to a Master (who must formally ask the Elders permission to train this student), and are expected to learn how to apply their new knowledge. The Master personalizes the next level of teaching to his or her pupil, so that their inner abilities may be discovered or unlocked. After being through enough training, the pupil can go to other worlds to assist in locking the keyholes or seeking new recruits.

--Seeker:
Apprentice or Master task. Seekers, well, seek. They are sent out to search out the worlds when a new Keyblade bearer is detected by the Elders. After finding them, they are responsible for bringing the new bearer back to the Guild. Most often newly fledged Masters who have yet to take on an apprentice are given this task, though some of the oldest, most experienced Apprentices can be picked as well.

--Master: Highest level granted by the Guild. After being examined for the Mark of Mastery by the Elders (and hopefully succeeding), these wielders get the fancy title of Master. They have been taught everything the Guild can offer about the ways of the Keyblade, and are thus able to act on their own initiative—so long as they don’t interfere with the Guild’s order. They may take on their own apprentice (they can have several at a time), or pass the key to someone they find worthy. Now and again, they might be given assignments from the Elders of the Guild to lock keyholes, seek new students, or investigate problems with darkness. A group of Masters known as Keepers stay to defend the Guild from harm, or take care of its land, or work within the Library.

--Elder: One of the leaders of the Guild. The Elders make up a council of seven who dictate and manage the many aspects of the Guild. The oldest, wisest, and most experienced of Masters, these men and women are granted authority over the Masters who stay within the Guild. They have the last say in every matter, save it be the Bookbinder’s choices.

--Bookbinder: Mysterious craftsmen within the Library. They are secretive and rarely seen, but it is they who create the books and choose Lockers. Bookbinders are usually Masters, and they can have apprentices, but usually they keep to themselves and their work.

The Books of the Library

As years passed by, the art of book-making became a well-kept secret within the Guild. Those responsible for creating those books became just as secretive—most rarely being seen by the rest of the Guild. When a new book to a new world is crafted, the bookbinder seeks out the keyblade bearer they feel is best suited for locking the world’s heart. Since they prefer to stay unanimous, most don’t actually hand the books over in person. Rather, they leave the book some place where they knew the chosen bearer will find it. On rare occasions, younger apprentices may receive a book, but the Elders never question the bookbinder’s decision (even if they don’t like it).

After the world’s heart is secured, the book is stored in the ever-increasing Library, where they can be accessed again with special permission. Most often, it is the seekers who re-enter books, though Masters are allowed to use them as they please. Nowadays, the books are being used to investigate the spread of the Heartless by bearers of all ranks. However, it is utterly forbidden for wielders of any rank to interfere with the affairs of these worlds. Indeed, they must interact as little as possible with the inhabitants. Librarians working within the library regulate the usage of the books, though are not affiliated with the binders.

The books’ magic activates as soon as one opens their pages. Anyone touching the book’s holder at that time joins them as they jump to another world. The world’s book itself travels with the bearer, and when the Keyblade wielder’s task is done it can transport him/her back to Everlastia. Bearers are warned to keep a close eye on their book, because if they lose it they have no way to return back.


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2-Follow Forum Rules, of course (no double posting, ect)

3-Please use proper grammar, spelling, ect.

4-Posts must be at least two paragraphs long

5- Feel free to create characters from any fandom, so long as it makes sense, but I would ask that you refrain from using “canon” characters, and limit yourself to three or four individuals.

6-Keep things PG-rated, meaning no excessive gore, profanity, sensual material, ect. It’s Kingdom Hearts, you know.

7-Only sign up if you plan on being active. If something comes up where you are unable to post, please be sure to inform the rest of us. Ask someone to bunny your character if you must leave for a brief period of time.

8-Place titles above your posts that tells your character’s name, alignment, rank, and place. Something that looks like:

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Vanessa Garrick
Dark, Master
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The chaos was beautiful.

All around her, the world writhed in pain. The ground shook and splintered beneath her feet. Wind raced around her in befuddled gusts, blowing her long raven hair in every direction. Yet despite every vain attempt to set Vanessa off balance, she stood tall with a vicious grin upon her fair face. Above her, the sky darkened to a tone even blacker than night—lacking even the faintest light from the smallest of stars. Where the sun or the moon out to be, instead smoldered an ominous red orb that radiated power Vanessa couldn’t even begin to describe. Perhaps power was too great, for the world could not seem to contain it. Slowly, it was destroying itself.

Vanessa took in a deep breath, and gave a contented sigh. Today had proved to have been quite fruitful. Admittedly, she might have gone a bit too far with this world—but with the knowledge she had gained, it had been worth it. She now turned her attention to the weapon she held in her hand, examining it with satisfaction.

Leviathan had undergone a fascinating transformation. Where once it had been colored with shades of blue, the keyblade was now entirely pitch-black. The tip curled around a glowing light almost akin to the orb glowing overhead.

“Perfect,” Vanessa’s grin slid into a dangerous smile as she twirled the blade experimentally. “Though I have to admit—Leviathan isn’t all that fitting any more. Now what could I name you? How about… ‘Hope’s Destruction’?” The Master laughed as if she had thought of a clever irony. “That will do just fine—and I have you to thank for, my dear…”

Her later words were directed to a duo of crumpled forms lying at her feet—one with the pale, young face of a girl no older than fifteen. She appeared to be peacefully asleep, blissfully oblivious to the churning destruction around her. Vanessa’s smile faded to a frown the longer she gazed at the girl. Unfortunately, she was one little mystery that remained unexplained. Why she was still here, Vanessa couldn’t guess. But either way, she could prove to be a bit of a nuisance. When they were done here, she would have to dispose of the girl.

The figure next to the girl suddenly moaned, raising his head.

Vanessa scowled distastefully. Ugh, talk about nuisances.

The young man glanced around his surroundings bleary-eyed, but seemed unable to take it all in at once. He moved his gaze from the girl beside him, to the senseless destruction around him. Slowly, realization dawned on him. He jerked his attention back to Vanessa, his expression a mix of horror and hatred. “What have you done?” he demanded, recoiling.

“A simple experimentation, which yielded fantastic results,” Vanessa’s charismatic smile returned to her face. “But unfortunately, the subjects seem beyond redemption. Too bad.”

Shakily, the other keyblade bearer climbed to his feet. “You have a sick mind, Vanessa. I’ll see to it that you get locked away for good.”

“Excuse me?” Vanessa mimicked hurt. “A sick mind? Ouch! That’s just rude. I prefer the term, ‘gifted’.”

The young man neither laughed nor said anything in reply. Hardening his expression, he summoned his weapon in a brilliant flash of light. Unexpectedly, the ground bucked beneath him, nearly knocking him off balance. Seconds later, a burst of wind buffeted him.

Vanessa laughed, her bell-tone voice belying the cruelty beneath it. Placing her hand on her hip, she tilted her head at her foe. “Looks like you’re running out of time—therefore, out of choices. Either you escape with little Embry here, or you try to fight me. Either way, this world is going to fade into the darkness, and I’m going to get my way.”

He scowled, but let his eyes drift to the world around him for a brief moment. Vanessa found pleasure in the uncertainty that crossed his expression.

“Better make your decision quickly, boy,” she twirled Hope’s Destruction. “I don’t think this place will last much longer. And, you know, I have somewhere else I’d rather be, as beautiful as all this is.”

For another moment of hesitance, the young man fought within himself. What was the wise thing to do? What was the right? Vanessa waited patiently, pretty sure that she knew the answer. Perhaps this would be her easiest escape yet—but on the other hand, it’d be too bad that she wouldn’t get the opportunity to try out—

Suddenly, the young keyblade bearer lunged. Vanessa hated to admit it, but she had been caught off guard. Still, she easily deflected his blow, her face contorted in rage. How dare he? That was low! Especially for the little goodie-two-sho—

“Stopga!” he yelled, raising his keyblade in a spell.

Before she could deflect the magic, Vanessa felt her body stiffen up. Time fell to a standstill around her, and the Dark Master was frozen in place with an expression of envious surprise.

The young man lowered his weapon, exhausted by this last effort. However, another rumble from the earth below him reminded him that he didn’t have much time left. The world looked ready to break apart—and his spell wouldn’t last too long, especially on someone as powerful as Vanessa. Stumbling over to the still form of the young Apprentice Embry, he searched for their one ticket home: the book. Finding it tucked in her belt, the keyblade wielder pulled her arm around the girl and dragged her over to Vanessa’s statue-like figure.

“Hang on, Embry,” he muttered as he looped both his arm and her arm around Vanessa’s. With his single free hand, he flipped the book open and touched the pages. Instantly, the trio was transported away, seconds before the darkness finally closed in…

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Rush Peterson
Light, Recruit
Everlastia, Great Hall, Classroom 15B

For the umpteenth time that hour, Rush glanced at the clock in anticipation. Praise be to Arceus, class was almost over. But these last few minutes seemed to drag into eternity. The blonde-haired fifteen-year-old tried to be as patient as possible, but he had unconsciously fallen into an old habit. Beneath his wooden desk, his foot tapped to a rapid rhythm that subtly reverberated off the white marble floors. Though his neighbors casted him annoyed glances every once in a while, the teacher seemed utterly oblivious to the boy’s impatience. The old man continued to blab on about who knows what, dragging out every word as if trying to keep his hostages as long as possible.

It’s not like Rush was deliberately ignoring him. He never came into this class with the intention of being rude. It’s just that… well, he had heard it all before. After five years of being in the Guild, he still had the lowly rank of Recruit. So many of his friends had moved on to becoming Apprentices and learned new things; meanwhile, he had been forced to retake classes—as if he was some kind of failure. Maybe the Elders thought that he hadn’t really “soaked in” everything the Guild had to offer, but Rush sure knew all the technical aspects of by heart. Even now he could close his eyes and speak along with the teacher—maybe even mention a few things the Master left out.

“Now the keyblade may be passed on by this method, but true inheritance will not happen until the subject shows true strength of heart,” the teacher was saying, pointing to a symbol drawn on the chalkboard. “But what shows the true measure of a heart? Well, that’s a question for the ages, one that we shall discuss in tomorrow’s lecture. For now, we shall explore how it is that true keyblade bearers are identified.”

Just like school at home, Rush ruefully smiled to himself. Sometimes, being in the Guild felt so surreal. It was a whole new world to him, with warriors and magicians walking the halls, but in certain ways, it wasn’t too different from where he came from. He eyed the clock hanging above the door again. Like the technology back home, it had a simple face with numbers all round the boarder, and nondescript hands pointing at 12:12. In three minutes, a bell would trill to announce lunch hour, just like home. Rush couldn’t help but feel a pang of homesickness suddenly.

“The Awakening is a Dive into the Heart,” continued the teacher. “Every wielder of the keyblade will experience this occurrence at some point in their life. Some describe it as a bizarre dream, with stained glass platforms that reflect the nature of their heart. Each symbol painted into its surface hold great significance to the heart’s owner. Connections, histories, and more… Many of you might have experienced it this way, but all of you might not be able to remember what you saw. But whatever may have happened there, you were brought face to face with yourselves. That was when you were first being examined for your worthiness… Now, many of tried, but very few managed to find their way back into this Station of Awakening—”

Just in the nick of time, the bell interrupted the last of his sentence. As one, the students sat up and gave a collective sigh of relief. The teacher blinked, seeming startled. Quickly, his eyes darted to the clock, and he stared at it as if he had been utterly unaware of the passing of time.

“Pity,” he frowned. “Well, we will continue where we left off tomorrow. Class dis—”

Again, Rush didn’t have the pleasure to hear his teacher actually finish a sentence. The boy rocketed out of the classroom before anything could detain him longer.

Outside, the halls were rapidly filling with life as Rush’s fellow student flowed from various other rooms. Most were Recruits like himself, stuck with basic studies until a Master would choose them to be an Apprentice. As he waded through the crowd, Rush caught fleeting glimpses of their faces—usually belonging to someone younger than his age of fifteen. Usually, he made a point to ignore them; he would rather not have reminders of how he was one of the oldest Recruits on campus.

Some of the crowd chose to linger in the halls, gathering in close-knit groups to chatter their lunch break away. Yet more chose as Rush did to filter their way out of the Great Hall—towards the cafeteria for some grub. Stomach growling up a storm, Rush ignored the beautiful, gothic architecture that led him from the classroom hall right into the grand entrance to the castle. The ceiling arched high overhead, with sophisticated angles and arches that hinted at an era long gone in Rush’s old world. It was fascinating how well the Keyblade Guild implemented century old ways of life with newfound technology. This made it easy for students of all background to adjust to life here.

Kind of.

Rush tore through vast entrance room and quickly pushed his way out the old oak doors into the lush courtyard of the Guild. Other buildings were arranged around the circular lawn. To his left, he could see the spires of the Male living quarters rising up to greet the cloudless skies. The girls dorms laid directly across from them, looking similar in design, but admittedly Rush had never dared to enter those halls (it was against the merciless rules). Directly across from where he now stood, the strong walls of the Library waited, just behind the great Tree of Blessings.

Rush stopped abruptly. A crowd of unusual size was gathered around the trunk of the Tree, staring up or pointing at the giant’s glowing boughs. The boy frowned, immediately intrigued. It wasn’t uncommon for people to hang around the Tree during lunch time, but this particular group seemed stirred about something or other. And more people were joining them all the time. Forgetting his hunger for a moment, the boy went to investigate.

Making his way across the courtyard, he moved up the right side of the tree. The sight on the other side seemed to send an electrical jolt through him.

The Tree of Blessings had always been an unusual sight for him. Its bark gleamed like silver, and its leaves glowed with a brilliant white light. But what he saw now deeply disturbed him. Now, a portion of those miraculous leaves simmered with darkness…

Blacker than night…

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(And thus we begin... I didn't include Celeste in this post, cuz... Well, I didn't want to murder y'all with uber long posts xD)
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Iolanthe (Ione)
Light, Apprentice
Everlastia, Library


Books were a fascinating object, Iolanthe realised. Keepers of limitless knowledge, portals to countless lands and sometimes, even served as pure entertainment. It was never simple, either. Each word had the power to sway one’s judgement, stir emotions locked deep inside and trigger self reflection. In that sense, they weren’t much different from people. Each had a different tale to tell, information to share. Some were loved, others hated and criticised, feared and rejected…

Ione sigh, placing the hardcover back on the shelf. Each had its place, all in a special order among the seemingly infinite rows. Also… comparable to people, she noted, lowering her gaze. The floor was a stunning masterpiece of interlocking tiles, polished to a beautiful shine. Same could be said about much of the Guild’s buildings, most flawless gothic in design. It was serene, imposing and timeless, all at the same time, and Ione had to admit she really did like the style. However, at the same time, apart from the mess hall and a few fading memories, she’d never been exposed to anything else. There, after all, is comfort in familiarity, although this didn’t cross her mind. Instead, the teenager was once again focusing on the books, trying to make a selection.

Something about this was difficult. Master Wyn had said to get a magic book of her choice, but hadn’t added more than that. A morbid curiosity had driven her to search for dark spells, although very little on the subject had been uncovered. In the end, Iolanthe was split on the result. She’d been taught almost all her life that this was evil, unwanted. However, it was just so natural; her heart almost driven towards the blackness. Will, however, usually ended up triumphing and these urges were repressed.

Again, with a sigh, the girl turned to the next shelf, hoping something here would grab her interest. The books here were slightly smaller and less imposing, seemingly newer in make. “Magic for the talented user”, “A Magical Study”, “Spellbound” it was easy to get overwhelmed by the sheer selection. Ione, however, simply kept starring at the titles, occasionally grabbing one and skimming through the crisp pages. Each ended up meeting the same fate, back onto the shelf. It was starting to seem like nothing would really work.

And, in the end, she ended up settling for “Flurry of Enchantments,” more because of the interesting title than anything else. Grasping the hardcover firmly, Iolanthe was finally ready to check out, starting for the Clerk’s desk. After a few turns, however, she came face to face with yet another shelf, this one had earlier evaded her. These books all appeared well aged and dusty, evidence nobody had explored them in a long time.

Realising she’d made a wrong turn, Ione was about to head back when something caught her eye. Toward the bottom row, the teenager thought she’d seen“Darkness” among the generic titles. A little surprised, Ione slowly approached, “Flurry of Enchantments” still in hand. “What…” she mouthed, realising there was a “Black Cycle: Advanced Darkness Volume II” sitting innocently between two light themed books.

Such a thing wasn’t permitted, that was obvious… why was this here? The right thing would be to turn it in, allowing the higher-ups to dispose of it, the fate Volume I had probably encountered. Nodding, she grabbed it with her free hand, the heavy dust instantly transferring onto her skin.

Within a moment, however, a sudden urge to devour its contained knowledge shot through her, like an intense thirst. Each second passing, it grew worse, reminiscent of a dehydrating traveler lost in a sea of sand. And yet, the water was right there, in plain sight, tempting to quench the dryness…

Now shaking, Ione dropped the forbidden fruit, a loud echo breaking the gentle silence that had ruled the area just seconds earlier. Familiar clacking of heels soon followed, the Clerk was coming…

“What is going on?” the aging woman spoke, obviously a little startled by the unexpected noise.

“I dropped a book,” Iolanthe stated plainly, her body hiding the contents of the hardcover.

With a harsh nod, she added, “well, be more careful next time,” before starting back toward her desk. The girl waited until her steps disappeared before grabbing the dark book, shoving it back where it had been found and headed out. Handling it would only make it more likely she would cave… although a more sinister motive loomed over the good intention. It would always be there, where she could so easily access it…

Trying to forget about the incident, Iolanthe stepped outside the castle-like library. The sun’s brilliant light was the first and only thing to greet her. Taking a few steps forward, it didn’t take her long to realise that the lunch bell had rung, as a massive crowd of students had gathered around the Tree of Beginnings. Yet, this wasn’t normal, the atmosphere here had taken a heavy turn as the voices grew louder, more urgent. What was going on?

Slowly approaching, Ione tried to locate the area of concern, knowing something was wrong. After having walked around, it didn’t take her too long to locate a pointing finger, which brought her gaze to… something truly alarming. The tree had been known to shine with eternal light, but now, something seemed to have changed. Pure corruption now stained a portion of its leaves, the eerie patch devoid of any sort of light. It was black in its rawest and truest form…

… like a nightmare. Ione quickly turned around, still startled by the sight… only ram head on with one of the onlookers.

He was blonde, although his black cap managed to hide a good portion of it. Ione instantly recognised him; he was in a few of her classes. “I’m sorry,” she responded, although figured he probably wouldn’t believe her…
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Ailith Lior, Kokoro Maimi, and Kumori
Light, Apprentices
Everlastia, Training Fields


"...Xin, are you sure this was a smart idea?" The gentle, melodic voice asked, sounding nothing but curious. One silver-haired Master looked to the other, otherworldly silver eyes meeting before the one in the cargo pants and ruffled blue tank top smiled.

"Of course, Xaia! How could it not be? Besides, I believe our apprentices need a bit of a day off, what better to do to go easy on them today than let them spar together?" The one, now identifiable as Xin remarked to her twin, the one who sat curled up next to her in a dress that was the same blue as her twin's shirt that seemed to have as many armor components as there were dress components.

"I don't know if I'd consider that easy, Xin." Xaia said with a tiny frown, watching the match continuing before them, as it had for the past hour.

"Blizzard!" Kumori shouted pointing the tip of his keyblade at the winged blonde girl. The ice chunk that formed in mid-air and shot towards her was easily dodged, but it didn't matter, Kokoro was on Ailith in a moment's notice. The clang as their keyblades met rung through the air.

"That was cheap." Ailith growled, but Kokoro smiled knowingly.

"Nah, that's what's called 'teamwork' dear Ailith." The apprentice responded cheerfully as another cry of 'Blizzard!' ripped through the air. It was with those works that Kokoro took a step both back and to the side. Ailith was only saved by the fact Kokoro's backstep caused her to fall forward, suddenly put off balance by the girl no longer being there.

Ailith blinked and shook her head as her vision flashed. No, not this! Not now...! She was all too aware of what was happening, and she didn't like it. Ailith really wished that after five years in the Guild that she might have gotten over it, but no, she’d just been able to reduce her locking up to sudden falls. She should have been able to move her arms to stop her fall, could have expanded her wings to catch her, but she didn’t. Her body refused to respond to her brain’s commands—Move! Catch yourself, don’t just fall face first on the ground, stupid! Let my arms move! She screamed mentally as the ground rose to meet he—

“Crap! I’m so sorry, Ailith! Are you okay?” Kokoro‘s arm was suddenly wrapped around her, preventing her from falling any further. The jarring impact she was expecting didn’t come, no explosion of pain, no mangled wings, no Xaia to heal her and carry her back the Guild like the first time. The younger girl eased the older to the ground, folding her so that Ailith could sit on her knees than lay with her face buried in the grass.

“I…yeah. It’s okay, I should have gotten over that by now…” Ailith murmured, looking to the pink and blue keyblade covered in falling white feathers that she still grasped in her right hand. Fear Not Falling…such an ironic name, considering falling is about the only thing I do fear.

“Hey, is Ailith okay? What happened?” Now the girls were joined by Kumori, face full of worry for his fellow apprentices.

“I’m alright, Kumori, Koko just gave me a bit of a scare.” Ailith said apologetically, cheeks pinkening. Fires below, this is so embarrassing!

“More like a miniature panic attack.” Kokoro scoffed as now the twins Masters joined them, Xaia running noticeably faster than Xin to get to her downed Apprentice.

“Ailith! Are you alright? Are you injured? Are you not feeling well?” Ailith immediately fell into laughter at this, as her Master was more like a mother, constantly blowing things concerning her Apprentice’s health out of proportion.

“I’m fine, Master Xaia. I just locked up for a moment, but I’m fine, I promise. Kokoro caught me before I hit the ground, to damage to me to speak of!” The angel spoke cheerfully before a thought flew into her head of it’s own accord—Bryn would be rolling on the ground in laughter if he was here. His Ailith, scared of a little fall? How absurd! I wonder how everything’s going back home, anyway…? I wonder if they think I died? …Will I ever be allowed to go back?

“Well, I guess we’ll call off the sparring for now, beside’s the lunch bell is about to—“ Xin was cut off as the bell for lunch rang, the sound reaching out to even the practice fields. “Go on, kids, go eat. Ailith, if you aren’t feeling well, make sure to tell someone, okay?” The twin sister of her Master told the three casually, waving them off with a smile.

“Remember, you three are heading to Advanced Magic after lunch, you forget and miss it and you know that Master will have your heads!” Xaia called in reminder as Kokoro helped Ailith up and the three Apprentices made their way back towards the Guild grounds, welcoming the surroundings that felt so much like home to them now. All three had admitted to being fond of the classical gothic architecture though they weren’t familiar with it in their worlds of origin. Ailith had described as her world as being a city of glimmering beauty, mainly made of metal and glass much stringer than the metal and glass Kokoro and Kumori were familiar with, and the two in turn had come from a world where it was more often then not fairly nice outside and they were surrounded by flowers and stone and wooden buildings, but the buildings weren’t oppressive, nor were they nearly as pretty as the buildings at the Guild. It was a lovely little place, had it not been so overtaken by Heartless. Thoughts on the Guild and lunch, however, dissipated as the group approach the main courtyard to find a rather large crowd around the Tree of Blessings. There were more people than normal, as was there more commotion than normal, sparking Kokoro’s curiosity and causing them to wander over to see what was going on.

Looking up at the tree, Kumori felt his heart skip a beat, there was part of his worst fear integrated with the tree itself. It had always been more of a calming sight for him, a tree that seemed to glow with it’s own completely pure light—it helped quiet the blackness he knew he had inside him for a time, but now… Now, his insides churned and he turned and grabbed onto Kokoro’s arm with it was enough force it was a miracle he didn’t break it. “Ow, Kumori!” Kokoro protested softly, prompting him to loosen his grip slightly, but not let her go.

They’re black, so black, darker than black… Black like darkness and shadows and, and, and and…. He whimpered as his chest began to throb.

“Kumori, come back before you go too far.” Kokoro breathed, turning that calm, blue-eyed gaze on him and blasting him with concern. He blinked, shook his head, and then took a slow, steady breath.

“Hey, what happened here?” He asked slowly as they approached as black haired girl and a blond boy wearing a hat that covered quite a bit of it. Kokoro sighed in relief while Ailith produced a stick of pocky and stuck it in her mouth.

“Yeah, does anyone know?” Kokoro echoed him.


OOC: Took forever, but it's done! ... I just realized that Kokoro is probably the only one in this group who doesn't have some kind of problem with her head. XD

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Anastasia
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Everlastia, Library


Anastasia's footsteps echoed sharply through the empty polished halls of the library, tapping out staccato notes with each connectiont hey made with the floor. It was the only sogn of her presence that was detectable in the building. She slipped in and out of the rows like a phantom and only made the slightest breath of wind with her passing. Unlike many of the students who liked to wander the library, she actually had someplace to be. Nothing of great importance, but she hated to keep her Master waiting outside for too long.

"Anastasia," the Doctor suddenly said, turning around sharply. His eyes were wide with surprise. "I believe I have left my book back at the Library. Could you please go get it for me? It is in the medical section."

She nodded wordlessly and turned back, jogging back up the marble steps to the gilded doors. She opened them and slipped inside.


For a little while now she had been wandering. She knew how to get to the medical section, but first she had to pass through the section that contained the world books. She could feel their presence as she flipped through their shelves. The hearts of the worlds thrummed vibrantly in tune with her own, pulsating such rich and subtle power that it made the hairs on her neck stand up. She knew other students could not feel a thing, but she was sensitive to such energies. The books called to her, trying to get her to tocuh them. To open their pages and disappear forever. Some of the worlds even had darkness in them, and she could feel that darkness on her tongue like a piece of melting candy.

She finally breathed easier when she slipped out of the world's section and into the regular, non-magical books of the guild. She could feel these books too, but to a much lesser extent.

Why does Lightfinger make us go find silly paper-book for him? Ranna complained as they walked farther and farther from the siren call of the different worlds. We not his dog going to fetch stick-bone. She hardly used titles or names in her thinking and tended to make up words of her own.

Anastasia ignored her, or tried to. Every waking minute of the day she could feel the presence of her Nobody and Heartless in the back of her head, like two people who were constantly looking over her shoulder.

For once the psycho has a point, Isataxansa spoke up, unable to slip in a jibe. It was his book, make him go find it.

That would be rude, was all Anastasia said in reply. After all, not only was this man her Master but he also rescued her and was largely the reason why she hadn't gone insane by now from all the constant nagging and chattering in her head. The least she could do was find his book. She walked down the aisles, looking back and forth at the titles and trying to find the right one. It then hit her that her Master had not even given her the book's name.

Oh what a friggin surprise that is! Isa yelled, mentally throwing her hands up.

Anastasia frowned, going over her conversation with Caesura again. She wondered if she missed a sentence or him telling her a clue about exactly where the book might be, but all she came up with was a blank. She frowned, her eyebrows dipping low over her mismatched eyes. Why had her Master sent into the Library but had neglected to tell her what it was she needed to retreive? Did he need to send her away to do something by himself? It seemed unlikely, because he had always told her when he needed to be alone.

And do you think he'll tell you everything? Isataxansa remarked caustically.

She would look awfully stupid if she wandered back into the courtyard to asked her Master exactly what book he had wanted. She sighed and jammed her thumb against her temple, trying to think. Then an idea bubbled up in her mind. She chewed her lip for a moment, shuddering at the thought.

Do it, Ranna hissed in delight. Lightfinger has good light-kind-heart smell, Ranna find him.

No, I will. Anastasia snapped back and sighed, relaxing some of her control she had on her mind. Immediately Isa and Ranna started fighting her for dominance, but she was used to wrestling control from them. When she opened her eyes again her right eye was shot through with streaks a glowing yellow. Suddenly she could sense the hearts of everyone around her, even those whom were outside. Those hearts seemed very tasty right now, actually.

She started to walk again, inhaling deeply. She could smell her teacher's scent on these bookshelves and taste the imprints of energy he left behind. He tasted like sunshine and oranges, shot through with good-pure-light-heart energy that Ranna started to whine. Anastasia frowned, and then looked up. Above her head, just barely sticking out of the top shelf, was a book. She went to her tiptoes and pulled it down, and immediately she knew it was the one. Fascinating Medical Herbs and their Effects on the Human Body. Caesura's scent was fresh, not from ten minutes ago, and his energy saturated the pages, showing that he had had the book for quite some time. But why had it been put on a shelf? If he had just accidently left it behind it ould have been lying on a table or somewhere else just as careless.

Shaking off the thoughts--and her Heartless--she quickly made her way back the way she came. Again the books of worlds called to her, but she went through them without a fuss whiled Ranna moaned and whined and begged her to open one just a peek. The librarian simply gave her a look as she walked out into the bright sunlight. She winced and made her way down the steps and noticed that Caesura had not moved an inch from where she had last seen him.

"I was wondering what kept you," the Doctor said with a smile once she was close enough. "I thought that perhaps yuo had gotten lost." His eyes fell upon the book and widened. "How did you know this was the right book?" he asked, taking it from her. "I never gave you its name."

A chill crept up her spine. He did that on purpose? To what end? Told ya! Isa yelled victoriously from the back of her head. "I...I just knew it was the right one," she replied, trying not to make her voice tremble.

"How?" Doctor Caesura asked, sounding more surprised than suspicious.

Well, she couldn't say that she had tracked down his scent like a wolf hunting down a wounded deer. Perhaps a little bending of the truth wouldn't hurt. "I could sense your energy in the book," she said, which really was true. "I followed it right to the source."

The Docotr's eyebrows were practically in his hairline. "You can sense energy that well? Amazing," he replied tucking the book under one arm. "Well, that sort of backfired on me. This was meant to be a lesson. The morale was to not undertake a mission without uncovering the full details first. It seems you got the better of me however."

"Oh." Was all she could say. She wans't sure if she had done good or bad. Behind her Master, she could see a large amount of students gathering under the Tree of Blessings. This was nothing unusual, but she could immediately tell that something was wrong. Ranna's finely honed instincts saw agitation in their movements and voices. "Master, I think something's happening over there," she said, pointing.

The Doctor turned with a frown, and after a moment started to walk, gesturing for her to follow. As they grew closer she could see many of the students pointed upwards at something in the tree's leaves. She followed the fingers and could not see anything; that is, until she got closer. When they were directly under the tree, mingling with the crowd, she saw that a patch of the eternally white leaves had darkened, dripping darkness and shadows and evil like a great beast salivating. That darkness reached into her heart and tugged, whispering to the dark part of her soul.

In her mind, Ranna uncoiled and hissed. Yeesss, sweet darkness-flesh. Rippling balm, it feels so good. Comforting, relaxing, want to dive into it.

Yeah, not happening, Isataxansa replied, her cool, calculating voice pulling Anastasia away from the darkness' entreaty. Seriously though, how did that get there?

"What is going on?" Caesura said, his voice sharp and worried. "When did this appear?"

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Kian Locke
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Everlastia, Male Dorms


Within one of the many rooms inside the section that was the "Male Dormitories", Kian Locke was sitting at a desk, scribbling within a small, leather-bound book. The furious scrapings of his fountain pen echoed across the clean, tidy room, Kian being a rather organised and fussy person. This was understandable, due to the fact that, being brought up within a family of Mages, structure and organisation had been "burnt" into his brain. This, therefore, created the need to have all within the room carefully placed, such as the spell-books stacked inside of the book-cases, the neat folding of his duvet on his bed, the cleanliness of the room altogether. Kian often thought of this desire to organise to be a problem, so there was always the splotch of ink on his desk to assure himself that he was sane, and that the organisation had become a normal part of his life.

Sighing, Kian leaned back in his wooden chair, his pale blue eyes staring into the ceiling. He thought that, out of random curiosity, that if he was to stare for long enough, perhaps he might have been able to shoot fine beams of energy towards his focus points on the wall above him - alas, it was never to happen, due to the fact that the only magic he knew were those that involved his hands. Also, the thought was just a random one, created to distract him from the work he was scribbling inside of the book.

He looked down to the writing in the book, allowing his brain to be filled again by his own information. Currently, Kian was working on a new spell and, being the magician that he was, it was turning out rather nicely. He had noted down the details of the spell, the investigations into it and the experimenting. It was a lot like science, yet this was magical - literally. Smiling, Kian closed the book, not wishing to further write about the spell, but wanting to summon it instead. Holding his palms out, facing the ceiling, words began to flow out of his mouth, each sound made repeating and echoing throughout the room as his magical aura infused themselves into each spoken word.

Upon finishing his words, there was a deathly silence, the air filled with static, as the aura began to flood the room. Kian just sat there, staring intently into his palms as he awaited the next part of the spell. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth, two separate coloured mists departed from his body. The white mist flowed towards his left palm, whereas the black edged towards his right, both repelling away from each other, not once touching throughout the whole spell. Kian gulped hard upon the department of both mists, as they separately molded into the form of two liquid-like spheres. Water streamed down from his eyes due to the uncomfortableness of the recently played out spell.

This was all Kian had created of the spell, but he had planned to combine the two spheres that now floated above his palms. The white was the power of light, whereas the dark represented the darkness. The two sides constantly fought, but was there a way to combine these two powers to create a force stronger than both? Kian was sure that there was something in between the two sides, a mixture of both - whatever the colour grey was to represent.

Lifting his palms up, he guided the two spheres towards each other, wanting to see the reaction of an attempt to combine the two together. Upon nearing one another, the two forces seemed to repel from one another, their liquid-like form bending around and, finally, the two ending up on the opposite palms. A small barrier separates the two, but how are we to overcome it? Kian was a deep thinker, obsessed with wanting to know the ins and outs of many topics - this being a key one.

Closing his palms, the two forces just seemed to unexist, Kian beginning to worry about the dark aura within the room. Since his last master had been exiled, he was rather tempted to study the dark-side of magic. Yet, unlike Master Kaan, Kian wasn't obsessed with it, he only found it to be an interesting magic, although he kept clear of it, not wanting to be drawn into a deep darkness.

Pushing his chair in, Kian looked outside of the window opposite from his, the light of the day shining in and warming his skin. Ever since Master Kaan had left, the Elders had refused to give him another to teach him, they being too worried that Kian may influence a new master, and other pupils, to learn the dark-side of magic. Yet, this was not so. So many times had Kian and Kaan fought over the teachings of dark magic - the master attempting to teach it and the apprentice refusing. However, the Elders would not see it any other way, so they left him master-less, an Apprentice never to gain ranks within the Guild again. Although, Kian felt that if he were to combine the two opposites together, he may be allowed to rise in ranks within the Guild, possibly become a Master and mentor students.

Shaking his head to banish the thought, Kian decided to live in the moment, making his way towards the door in his room and opening it. He had planned to go outside and to enjoy the sunshine, possibly socialise with others within the guild. However, upon reaching the bright, sunny atmosphere that was outside, Kian was intrigued by a large group crowding around the Tree of Blessings, the centerpiece within the Guild. Making his way towards the tree, the large crowd looking up to the black leaves. This wasn't normal, Kian's eyes raising in interest. However, this expression soon disappeared, as Kian began to think of the consequences this would create - one of them possibly being that the blame may be put on him, an Ex-Apprentice with little knowledge of dark magic, by the Elders.
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(OOC: I guess it’s a good thing that things aren’t too fast right now—but I think I’d like to see things kick up just a little bit, guys. BTW, I don’t recall if I ever pointed out where the Healer’s Wing was… maybe it got lost in translation after the umpteenth time I edited the RP info xDDDD But anyway, you’ll find the Healer’s wing in the west wing of the Great Hall. )

Celeste Piper
Light, Apprentice
Everlastia, Healer’s Wing


“Focus, Celeste! You are not concentrating hard enough!”

Celeste scowled, her back turned to her impatient Master. As if the spell wasn’t hard enough on its own; Siros just had to hang over her shoulder, ‘observing’ every mistake she made (and he caused). Celeste knew that if he had his druthers, he’d be doing everything himself. In his mind, the only proper way… was his way. However stupid and inconvenient it might be in other’s minds…

As tempted as she was to snap back a retort, she the center of her attention on the dummy before her. Master Siros had imbued it with magic for this crash course, and its featureless face pulsed with blue light. The Apprentice was supposed to be practicing the advanced “Curaga” spell on it, but so far she had had little success. She was amazed by the amount of energy it took, and yet she had seen her Master and several other Healers effortlessly use it on their patients.

But if they can do it, so can I, Celeste bolstered her confidence.

Eyebrows meeting together, she again concentrated on the dummy and raised her keyblade. The weapon hummed as she reached for the hidden power within her, the magic that could bend reality however she wished. Channeling that power through Hopeful Heart, she shouted the words that would sharpen her focus: “Curaga!”

A halo of green light appeared over the dummy’s head, looking similar in shape to a closed flower bud. For a second, it trembled in the air, refusing to spread its fragile petals.

“Stay with it… Keep holding it,” Master Siros urged, sounding almost pleased (if such a thing was possible with him).

“I’m… trying…,” Celeste growled back in a strained voice. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face as she labored to keep the faint flower in existence. She was met with an incredible resistance, either from the lack of her own abilities, or from the force of reality refusing to budge. Bit by bit, however, the petals were slowly twitching open…

“You’re doing well, keep going!” her teacher continued to encourage, eyeing the flower intently.

“MASTER SIROS!!!”

The doors flung open with shattering force, abruptly ending their magic lesson. Her concentration broken for that small instance, Celeste watched in dismay as the Curaga flower faded out of existence…

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF—,” Master Siros spun around with an enraged roar. Yet before he could begin an angry tirade, he caught sight of the sorry lot stumbling into the Healer’s Wing. A young man, supported by two Masters, was hastily escorted to one of the beds lining the room. His condition was evident, even from a distance. His clothes were tattered, spotted with blood. Bruises and scrapes splotched his face and arms, but at he was conscious, at least. The other patient being escorted in didn’t seem to be moving at all. A team of individuals had to carry her, supporting her arms, legs, and head.

Forgetting all about the intrusion, Master Siros jumped to action. Jumping to the bedside of the girl, he called to his Apprentice, “Celeste, do what you can for the young man.”

Celeste started forward with the intent to obey—but as the others backed away from the girl, she froze up.

Embry, she gaped, horror overwhelming her.

“Celeste!” snapped her Master with irritation.

“What’s wrong with her?” demanded in a shaky voice, remaining where she stood.

“NOW!”

Celeste shook her head, drifting to the other patient. Now, she could recognize him as well—it was Drystan. He had only recently been given the rank of a Master, and had volunteered to accompany Embry on a keyhole quest… along with Master Vanessa…

Subconsciously, Celeste went through all the motions, all the steps that her Master had drilled into her memory: checking his pulse, his eye dilation, his breathing, and then proceeded to heal what wounds were within her ability. Her thoughts, however, were far removed from her actions. Disjointedly, she tried to figure out what all of this meant.

Drystan suddenly groaned, shifting his arm away from Celeste’s healing hand. She hesitated, suddenly snapping back into the present time.

“Sorry,” she blinked, lifting her eyes to his for the first time.

The corner of his mouth twitched, but his eyes took on a distant look. Celeste moved for the injured arm again, this time checking for a break in the bone. She couldn’t find one right away; perhaps she would have her Master double-check, just to be safe.

“Is… is she going to be okay?” a dry, scratchy voice parted through Drystan’s lips.

Celeste paused, worry dropping down her throat into her stomach. Carefully, she replied, “Master Siros will take care of her.” In other words, she wasn’t sure… “What… What happened to the two of you?”

Drystan’s jaw suddenly tightened, and he glared up at the ceiling spitefully. “Vanessa has betrayed us,” He replied simply, his words forced.

The teenager opened her mouth, about to ask incredulously “how?”, when suddenly, her Master appeared on the other side of the bed. The stuffy man suddenly looked weary, as if more years had been piled on his shoulders in those few minutes he had spent hovering over Embry. He looked… defeated…

“Celeste,” he grimly turned to her. “I need you to go find Doctor Caesura immediately.”

For a moment, Celeste stared at him with incomprehension. Was… was her Master asking for help? Was he admitting that he needed help, for once? This had to be serious.

“What’s… What’s wrong with Embry?” she haltingly asked again, panic rising.

“Time is of the essence, Apprentice,” Siros growled back hotly. “Go find him now!”

When she hesitated a second longer, Siros shouted a third time, “NOW!” Next thing she knew, Celeste found herself racing through the halls.

The lunch bell must have rung without her notice while she had worked, as the Great Hall was packed with students filing out from classrooms. Ignoring the faces and the unintelligible chatter of her fellow peers, Celeste dodged her way towards the exit. One thought alone preoccupied her mind: finding the Doctor. She had seen him quite often enough, being one of the few healers around. He had blonde hair, a black coat, and a very kind temperament. Sometimes, Celeste had to be a bit jealous of his Apprentice, Anastasia; why couldn’t Siros be as gentle?

Celeste flew out the doors of the Great Hall, not even breaking her rapid pace as she ran across the courtyard. The most logical place to find Caesura was the Library, but she hoped that he wasn’t venturing through a book right then. Please, just let him be browsing the non-magical section…

Gradually, Celeste slowed to a stop before she even reached the next building. Well, that’s weird, she thought to herself. There’s a crowd gathered around the Tree of Ble…

No, Celeste quickly tore her eyes away from the Tree. Just like the other students, she had caught sight of what had happened. But the Apprentice refused to belief her eyes for the moment. Too many things were happening all at once, and she could only take so much in. Whatever was going down, she’d find out later. For now, she had a different crisis on her hands.

"What is going on?" a familiar voice suddenly met her ears. "When did this appear?"

Celeste snapped her eyes toward the source of the sound. There he was! Standing beside his dark-haired Apprentice, Doctor Caesura was taking in the strange sight at the Tree of Blessings.

“Oh, thank gosh,” she exhaled, then shouted as she ran towards him, “Doctor Caesura! Doctor Caesura, you’re needed at the Healer’s Wing! Right now!”


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Chase Owens
Dark, Apprentice
Everlastia, Library


Chase had been watching.

He had been watching all day long, all the people who had passed between the silent isles of the hallowed Library. Most were ordinary, hardly worth his time, but two individuals in particular sparked his interest. The first seemed innocent enough—but Chase could smell her. He could smell the deep darkness that smoldered within her. For some reason, she seemed to have much more of it in her heart than any normal being should—and yet, she was still whole, still living within a Guild filled with light. Curiosity naturally drew Chase to her. What was she? Or, more importantly, what could she become?

She had been taking her time, browsing the various books that lined the Magical Studies section, completely unaware of a pair of beady eyes that stalked her from atop the shelves. Her hand moved from book to book, but never seemed to settle on just the right one. She was searching… but Chase knew she would never find what she wanted in this Library. Which was why he was performing a bit of a test on her.

A pair of whiskers twitched as she finally moved to the special collection shelves. Older books of the more arcane ways had been stored there, but students needed special permission to check them out. She looked like she was about to turn around, but the girl hesitated a moment. Her searching eyes had found it—the book that Chase had deliberately placed. He keenly watched as the girl considered it for a moment, then nodded to herself as if coming to a conclusion. She pulled it from the shelf…

Only to let her hand freeze in midair. Seconds passed, every one of them noted by the silent stalker. Then, the book slid from her hand.

“What’s going on?” a voice demanded of her, coming from a Clerk.

Iolanthe stated some reply, carefully shielding the book from the woman.

Chase listened to their exchanged, neither disappointed nor pleased. He watched as his subject quickly exited the Library soon after, but stayed a moment to ponder his results. As soon as she was out of sight, he scurried down the side of a shelf in his nimble rat form. In a blink of an eye, he transformed back into his human form, his empty yellow eyes glancing in the direction of her departure.

She hadn’t taken the bait, as he had hoped, but she had stared down into the pit. There was definitely promise, that was for sure. Now what would she do, if she went off the deep end? That, Chase was very curious to know. He was going to find out, one way or another.

Chase’s nose twitched as he caught the scent of his second person of interest. Sharply, he jerked his head to the left, and saw her as she drifted through the Library. Now she was a baffling creature—as much as he observed, her darkness wasn’t comparable to others. Rather, it seemed to be an actual entity, strange and alien to Chase. But there was something else about her, something that he wasn’t sure he liked. Though the red and black haired Apprentice was a curiosity, it was Iolanthe that sparked his keener interest. Her darkness, he thought, could be manipulated.

“Can I help you?” a voice interrupted his thoughts, rather rudely.

Chase turned to see the Clerk giving him an odd look. He stared back until she squirmed uncomfortably, then, without saying a word, he turned his back on her and strode from the Library.

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Rush Peterson
Light, Recruit
Everlastia, Courtyard

What does this mean? Rush continued to gape at the Tree. This was the icon of the Guild, the treasure of all the keyblade wielders. For years, it had stood as a beacon of hope, but now… A deep feeling of dread filled the boy, but he couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation. Rather abruptly, however, he was brought out of his baffled wonderings.

Something collided with him, causing him to stumble backwards. He kept his feet, though he had been clunked in the head pretty hard.

“Ow,” Rush rubbed at his black cap, but was surprised to find himself face-to-face with a purple and black-haired girl. She wore a gray hoodie with a black skirt, and brown boots—somehow, she seemed familiar. Had she taken a course with him? They all seemed to blur together…

“I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized, looking distressed.

“No, it’s okay,” he laughed good-naturedly, ignoring the gradually diminishing pain in his head. “It’s… my fault. I shouldn’t just stand around and...”

He trailed off, finally recognizing her—and her distress. “Hey, are you all right?” he asked with genuine concern. “It’s… Iolanthe, right?”

What could he remember about her? She was probably one of the only Apprentices around who had been around the Guild longer than him—though, at least, she wasn’t stuck at the Recruit rank. Who was her Master?

“Hey, what happened here?” someone called to them, interrupting their tiny exchange. Rush turned to see a trio of Apprentices approach—one, who had always intimidated him a little, with a stick of pocky in her mouth. He couldn’t recall their names right then, but he knew their Masters—the renowned twins Xin and Xaia.

“Yeah, does anyone know?” the other female of the trio added her question, her pretty face framed by brown hair.

Rush fidgeted. Truthfully, all three of them intimidated him—mainly because they were excellent fighters, or at least, better then Rush ever thought he’d be. They were all a few years older than him as well—not by much, but still.

“I… I’m not sure,” he replied to them, shaking his head slowly. “I just got here…”

The hushed whisperings of the surrounding students had slowly been rising in volume. Panic and uncertainty seemed to be the culprit, but it all ended abruptly. Rush blinked and glanced around. Why had a hushed silence befallen the crowd? Turning his head towards the Library, he soon saw why. An Elder had emerged, surrounded by important-looking Masters.

“Be still!” the Elder bellowed. Rush recognized him as Theron, a man who looked to be in his fifties with his graying hair and well-hardened features. He held himself with a regal air, but today (and it may have been Rush’s imagination) he seemed especially weary. Something terrible must have happened, Rush was sure. But just what was it?

As soon as all faces were trained on his, the Elder grimly continued, “Before you ask: no. I cannot provide all the answers you are seeking. But I must ask that you must leave the premises immediately surrounding the Tree of Blessings. This matter will be investigated by the Council, but until we get to the bottom of this, this area will be off-limits to students. Lunch is still being served in the Mess Hall, and classes are to continue as normal. Apprentices, please send the message on to your Masters that an important trial will be held this afternoon following the lunch hour. Please note that no one will be allowed to check out World Books until otherwise determined by the Council. That will be all—you are dismissed.”

The crowd buzzed with hushed muttering, but slowly, Theron’s commands were being obeyed. Rush stayed where he was for a moment, watching as other students brushed past. He glanced through their faces, trying to find a familiar one. He couldn’t leave just yet—he was supposed to meet someone here, by the tree, just like he did every day. She hadn’t been around the past few days, of course, but that’s because she was on a mission. She should be done soon… missions usually didn’t take this long…

“What does this all mean?” Rush muttered, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure if the others were listening, but he was almost sure that he’d be eating lunch alone again…



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Everlastia, Courtyard


“No, it’s okay,” the boy replied, laughing lightly, which surprised Ione. She didn’t really know how he’d react, but this certainly wasn’t on the wide spectrum. “It’s… my fault. I shouldn’t just stand around and...”

His words soon became inter-muddled, making them incomprehensible. There, however, seemed to be more clarity in his eyes, a look of realisation. “Hey, are you all right?” he then asked, the authentic nature of the question a true shock. “It’s… Iolanthe, right?”

She honestly didn’t know how to react. It was very rare that positive interactions with others occurred, especially like this. The surprised easily transcribed onto her face, most emotions did, making her an easy book to read.

“I’m Iolanthe, yes,” the dark-haired girl answered, nodding her head gently in confirmation. “Y-“ she started, almost silently, recalling the blonde’s name, having heard it a few days back, but was cut off by a masculine voice.

“Hey, what happened here?” Turning her head, Ione easily caught sight of the speaker, a white haired boy, who struck her as troubled. Probably in response to the tree, she quickly concluded. In his company were two other girls, one with a stick of pokey in her mouth. The other was a brunette, tall and tanned, seemed to hang close to the boy.

“Yeah, does anyone know?” she asked, complimenting the original question.

Truthfully, Ione had the very same question to ask, and was completely unable to give an appropriate reply. The only thing she knew for certain was that this wasn’t a good omen…
Rush, it appeared, was in the same situation. “I… I’m not sure,” he answered, traces of nervousness in his voice, with a slow headshake. “I just got here…”

“I don’t either,” Ione added, showing a hint of concern. She then gave the darkness another glancing, the nightmare potent as before. The urgent atmosphere was rising, as people grew more and more fearful and uncertain. The negativity was sharp, slowly stirring the blackness within… Ione was starting to grow upset. This was a terrible time and place for it to start festering…

It took the assertive shout of an Elder to snap Iolanthe out of her thoughts, drawing her attention to the man. She’d seen him before, although something was different this time. It wasn’t physical; he still boasted aged skin, which, along with greying hair, gave away his mid-life status. An entourage of Masters stood by him, most wearing grave expressions. Usually, they carried themselves nobly, but today was different…

All eyes immediately fell on the Elder, mouthed now sealed, and a slight wave of anticipation filled the crowd. He really hadn’t needed to tell them to “be still”.

“Before you ask: no. I cannot provide all the answers you are seeking. But I must ask that you must leave the premises immediately surrounding the Tree of Blessings. This matter will be investigated by the Council, but until we get to the bottom of this, this area will be off-limits to students. Lunch is still being served in the Mess Hall, and classes are to continue as normal. Apprentices, please send the message on to your Masters that an important trial will be held this afternoon following the lunch hour. Please note that no one will be allowed to check out World Books until otherwise determined by the Council. That will be all—you are dismissed.” There was no hiding the heaviness present in his voice.

Disappointment was obvious, but nobody dared press for more details Instead, with dramatic exchanges, the students obeyed the command, and the cluster was quickly dissipating. Most seemed to be headed toward the Mess Hall, but a few went elsewhere. Rush, however, seemed be searching for someone, wasn’t meeting any success.

“What does this all mean?” he finally spoke, with the shake of his head. Something was clearly bothering him now, the tables being reversed.

“I don’t think anyone knows,” Ione innocently replied, doing a bad job at hiding the grim tone in her voice. She considered adding something sunnier, but cheering others up certainly wasn’t her forte. “Umm… we should get going,” the girl finally managed, noticing they were some of the only ones left.

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Ailith Lior, Kokoro Maimi, and Kumori
Light, Apprentices
Everlastia, Guild Courtyard


The boy fidgeted--why was he uncomfortable? Sure, the Tree was a big deal, but he seemed to have been talking to the other apprentice just fine a moment ago... Wait, didn't they look familiar? Kokoro smiled as she remembered Xin pointing the two out separately as they had passed them once. "That's Rush he has been here for many years..." "There's Iolanthe, she's been with the Guild since she was young..." Xin had never spoken bad of either, simply pointed the pair out as though they were important names to remember, faces to recognize.

Rush answered slowly only moments before it seemed a better answer arrived in the form of an Elder--Theron, if Kokoro remembered correctly--surrounded by noble-looking Masters. The noise quickly hushed for the Elder to speak, only for him to tell the crowd that they had no answers and the area around the Tree of Blessings was now off-limits and that there would be no World books to be checked out from this point on. Also, they were to let their Masters know about a meeting that was going to be held after lunch. Wonderful, Xin would not be happy. Their Master hated meetings, she claimed that they were much too boring, yet she could already hear Xaia telling her twin toe get over herself--a meeting was a meeting. "Hmm, I don't like this." Ailith murmured around her piece of pocky as the others around the tree dispersed. Kokoro nodded in agreement.

"Me neither." Kumori added in softly, still clinging to Kokoro's arm and keeping as close to his friend as he could as the people moved around them.

"What does this mean?" the trio turned their attention to Rush's soft question, Iolanthe answered first with the cliche 'I don't think anyone knows.' line, and Ailith sighed.

"I have to agree with you." The winged girl remarked, shaking her head.

"Nothing good for sure." Kokoro sighed, looking to Kumori, who had seemed to tense up.

"Bad things, very bad things are going to happen. That's all it can mean... I don't want the dark to come again, Koko..." Kokoro reached the hand of the arm that wasn't being squeezed halfway to death to pat his squeezing hands.

"I know, Kumori. I know. I won't let the dark hurt you again, even if it does come back. Now calm down, nothing's happening right now, I'm sure the Masters and the Elders will take care of everything before then, though. It's probably nothing to worry about." She tried to assure, and Ailith jumped in.

"Yeah, why are we all worrying ourselves about this when it's probably nothing that the Masters and Elders can't fix? Anyway, she's right, we should probably go." Ailith gestured to Iolanthe with one hand and rested the other on Kumori's shoulder. She was aware of the boy's oddities as much as Kokoro, Xin, and Xaia were. It was like her bad reactions to sudden falling, a part of him, but that didn't mean when he got like this she didn't start worrying. Kumori jumped at her touch and his eyes flickered to her face a moment before appearing to settle down.
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Anastasia and Doctor Caesura
Light; Aprentice & Master
Everlastia, Tree of Blessings


Anastasia listened grimly to Elder Theron's speech, feeling a chill wind its way along her spine. How come the Elders did not know what was going on? Didn't they practically invent this world? They had been here for years, they had to know this entire planet inside out by now. Her musings were cut off when she heard someone calling her Master's name.

Caesura and Anastasia both turned to see the girl, an Apprentice named Celeste, running towards them as fast as she could. She was yelling that the Healer's Wing needed Caesura's help immediately. The Doctor frowned and his green eyes quickly darkened. "Anastasia," he said, his voice sharp. "Do you want to come with me? Or would you like to go to Lunch?"

She hated Lunch. People always stared her. "I'll go with you," she said immediately.

"Then let's go," Caesura said and immediately took off. He was surprisingly fast and his black cloak flared out behind him like wings. He nodded at Celeste and took off. Anstasia paused to thank the girl and followed, her boots hitting the ground harshly.

Oooh, someone hurt bad, Ranna purred in her head. Go to clean-sharp-blood-metal-smell place. Mmm, fresh blood. Yum yum.

Ugh, freak. Isataxansa sniffed disdainfully.

Anastasia couldn't help but agree, but she barely had any time to talk because at that moment she was bursting through the door's to the Healer's Wing directly behind her Master. Caesura all but lived in the Healer's Wing and he immediately took a left, heading for the only occupied rooms. He skidded to a stop right in the doorway. "Oh my," was the only thing that he said. For a moment a look of blank surprised was on his face, then the seriousness slipped back in and he strode purposefully in. Anastasia poked her head in and gasped. There were two Apprentices were lying on beds. One of them ws passed out and the other looked like he had been through hell and back.

The smell of blood hit her right them. She felt her own blood leap in reaction and suddenly she was ravenous. Blood, Ranna growled in her ear. She felt her lips curling back, her throat tightening in desire. Sweet blood, passed right through the heart. He's not even dead yet, the blood still young. Still alive. Bite him. Tender flesh no match for your teeth--

"What happened to them?"

For the second time that day her Master's voice snapped her out of Ranna's thoughts. Her teeth had grown longer and her exposed eye that that burning feeling that meant it had turned a sickly yellow. Oh GOD did someone see her? She jerked back, out of sight, and waited for the signs to disappear before she went back into the room. The smell was thick in the air, and Ranna started wailing. Everyone was looking at the injured Apprentices, not her, so she doubted she had been seen.
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Kian Locke
Light, Ex-Apprentice
Everlastia, Courtyard


Standing a great distance from the large crowd, Kian began to feel uneasy about the atmosphere the Tree provided. He shuffled his feet, a common habit of his when feeling uncomfortable or nervous. Alas, he stood there watching, waiting for the moment when a superior of the Guild would make their arrival to quell the fear and curiosity growing within many of the gatherers. Kian didn't have to wait long as, within moments of his thoughts on when somebody would soon arrive, an Elder appeared from the library, Keyblade Masters surrounding him, seeming to be protection of some sort – but protection from what?

“Be still!” he demanded, the slowly rising voices of the crowd soon coming to an abrupt stop, all looking at the Elder, expecting him to know the cause of this strange turn of events within the Tree. Kian remembered him as “Theron” - one of the many Elders to have denied him another Master. Looking at him with distaste, Kian listened to whether or not the Elder knew anything.“Before you ask: no. I cannot provide all the answers you are seeking. But I must ask that you must leave the premises immediately surrounding the Tree of Blessings. This matter will be investigated by the Council, but until we get to the bottom of this, this area will be off-limits to students. Lunch is still being served in the Mess Hall, and classes are to continue as normal. Apprentices, please send the message on to your Masters that an important trial will be held this afternoon following the lunch hour. Please note that no one will be allowed to check out World Books until otherwise determined by the Council. That will be all—you are dismissed.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Kian began to think intently. If Elder Theron is stating that the area is off-limits, then surely this is something to worry about. However, he and the Elders may actually know what is happening – why would they inform us? We're not important. Creases appeared on his forehead as his thoughts began to ravage his mind, his eyes darting towards the Tree of Blessings every now and again. He sighed, knowing that he would be unable to pursue any information just by “thinking”.

The crowd, slowly, dispersed from the area, their mutterings following them as they made their way to the Lunch Hall. Kian stood there, watching them go, wondering how he would go about finding the information he so desperately wanted. Then it hit him like a wave does to an unbalanced surfer. Clicking his fingers in an attempt to keep his mind focused on the task at hand, Kian rummaged through a pocket hidden within his grey cloak. Pulling out a small book (which looked much like a journal), he soon began to flick through the pages, whispering words such as: “where is it...” and “come on, come on, come on...”. Upon finding the correct spell, Kian shouted out a triumphant “Haha!” and pulled his hood up on his cloak – clearly not wanting to be seen casting the spell.

“Being a Mage, I'm not just limited to the spells of the Keyblade – unlike others,” he explained to hhimself, smiling broadly at the writing before him. He raised his hand and clicked his fingers, a spark jumping from his fingertips and floating in mid-air. That was all there was to it. Unlike his last spell, this magic was able to be summoned in a much easier, old-fashioned way. This was because he had used it many times and, like all things, practice makes perfect – as well as making the task more easy to do.

The spark, which was currently floating in mid-air, bobbed around Kian's head, excited on getting new orders. It had been so long since it had last been summoned...

“Pay attention,” Kian ordered, the spark soon coming to a stop – eager to do something to please its master. “I need you to follow Elder Theron wherever he may go; I have some questions that need answering, and I want to be one of the first people to find out what's going to happen. Anything he says or does that seems important, I want you to 'branch' off and give me the information.” The spark began to shake erratically, smaller, separate sparks fluttering from its small body, burning small black spots into the blades of grass beneath it. “Understood?” he asked, knowing that the spark would fly off in response, planning on sticking to the Elder like chewing gum stuck to a shoe. Kian smiled as he watched the barely visible spark flutter off.

A few moments passed as he stood there, wondering what information he may gain from this, but he decided that he should wait until the time was to come. Besides, he thought, it was probably just a prank from one of the younger students. He began to make his way to the Lunch Hall, hoping that nobody nearby would have seen, or heard, him – knowing that everyone else was as worried and interested as him, meaning they too would want the information after the spark was to return.

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Celeste Piper
Light, Apprentice
Everlastia, Healer’s Wing

Time seemed to take on an ungodly speed as Celeste followed the Doctor back to the Healer’s Wing. His apprentice, Anastasia was accompanying them as well, though she was as quiet as ever. The Doctor himself didn’t speak much, not even for a question, so this left Celeste alone to her thoughts. Unfortunately, they weren’t taking her very far.

In a blink of an eye, they were all back in the Healer’s Wing. Doctor Caesura stopped abruptly, taking in the newest patients with evident shock. Apparently, he hadn’t thought that it was going to be this bad. Celeste’s face creased with worry as she followed his gaze to Drystan and Embry. The former had slipped back into unconsciousness, fully bandaged and finally seeming more at peace. The latter… well, nothing had changed much with her. Siros was still by her side.

“What happened to them?” was Caesura’s first question.

Siros slipped off his gloves and rubbed his face with his hands before standing. Moving to Drystan’s bed, he answered, “I… I do not yet know the full story, but it… it does not sound very… well, good.”

Celeste felt someone move past her, and she turned her head in time to see Anastasia slip outside into the hallway. She frowned, but guessed that perhaps the Apprentice had felt a little ill at the sight of the blood. It wasn’t uncommon for folks to feel a little queasy around blood—wasn’t it a kind of condition or something? Celeste couldn’t remember. But Anastasia was Caesura’s Apprentice; wouldn’t she be use to it? Well… Drystan was in terrible shape…

Dismissing the Apprentice’s disappearance without any afterthoughts, Celeste turned back to the Healers. Siros was currently running over Drystan’s injuries, which included a list of lacerations, abrasions, and peculiar burns that Siros suspected was the work of Dark magic.

“He has lost quite a lot of blood, but we did what we could for him. I suspect that the burns may take longer than usual to heal… but… the real reason why I called you down here… is her.”

He indicated Embry, quickly making his way back to her.

“I am having a hard time deducing what is ailing her. She had a few injuries that were easy enough to heal, and we checked her vital signs, but she remains unconscious. None of my spells or my treatments gain a response of any kind—even those I invented especially for coma patients. I… I just can’t reach her.”

Celeste hung her head, mourning for her friend. What had happened to her, that even Siros couldn’t comprehend? The sound of footprints filled her ears; she glanced over her shoulder in time to see an old man come up from behind her. Gasping, she quickly got out of his way.

Elder Theron? What was he doing here?

“Elder!” Siros blanked as soon as he noticed his new guests. He blinked once or twice before adding a respectful bow. “To what do I owe this—!”

“How are they?” the Elder interrupted, looking grim. Well, grimmer than usual.

Siros glanced at Caesura before replying, “They are stable. At least.”

The Elder heaved a sigh, nodding slowly.

From behind the old keyblade wielder, Celeste narrowed her eyes suspiciously. What was the Elder doing here? And why was he so concerned about the well-being of their newest patients? She couldn’t ever remember a time when the Elder had taken time out of his “busy” schedule to visit anyone in the Healer’s Wing. As far as she knew, he had nothing to do with Embry or Drystan.

Or did he?

Perhaps Siros had similar reservations; why else was he so hesitant, so surprised to see Theron with them? What was going on with the Elder? He must know something they didn’t…

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Rush Peterson
Light, Recruit
Everlastia, Courtyard

Rush raised his head as Iolanthe answered his uttered question. Her voice was disquieting with a dismal tone—which might not have been on purpose, but still didn’t do much to quell Rush’s fears.

“I don’t think anyone knows,” she replied. The dark-haired girl paused, as if considering adding more, but before she got the chance Ailith—the winged wielder—spoke up:

“I have to agree with you,” the blonde shook her head slowly.

“Nothing good, for sure,” the last girl—Kokoro—added before glancing at the boy next to her. He had quietly spoken up as well, looking rather fearful.

“Bad things, very bad things, are going to happen. That’s all it can mean…”

Kumori muttered more, but it seemed to be directed more towards Kokoro. In the meantime, Rush stepped back a bit, clutching his arm in a shy manner. It felt like some great weight was crushing on him—was it fear? Uncertainty? Could this mean that the Guild wasn’t safe anymore? Suddenly, he felt so small; if there was some kind of threat facing Everlastia, then he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. He wasn’t strong enough, nor brave enough. He could hardly fight with his keyblade.

All he could wish for was to not get involved.

“Um… we should get going,” Iolanthe’s soft voice brought Rush out of his spiraling thoughts of despair.

Ailith quickly agreed with her, saying brightly, “Yeah, why are we all worrying ourselves about this when it’s probably nothing that the Masters and Elders can’t fix? Anyway, she’s right; we should probably go.”

They turned to go, waving an inviting hand to Iolanthe before heading towards the Mess Hall.

Rush forced a smile, muttering, “Right.” Ailith had to be; the people who ran this Guild should be able to take care of things. They were powerful wielders of the keyblade, as he had seen with his own eyes. Why was he worrying? Everything was going to be okay.

Fighting for happier thoughts, Rush turned his back to the Tree and followed the group towards the Mess Hall.

The building that housed the cafeteria was one of the smallest on the grounds, and so things tended to get a little crowded. Now, especially, since the Tree’s audience were lining up all at once. Rush regretted waiting too long; they were going to be stuck at the end of that line, which now extended out past the front doors out into the open air. Sighing, Rush resigned to waiting patiently as sluggishly the students filed in.

Here was yet another thing that didn’t much differentiate Everlastia from his home world. Just like lunch back there, here the students would grab food trays and run through a buffet before claiming a table with friends. Admittedly, the usually gruff lunch ladies were absent—replaced instead by an enchanted table that brimmed endlessly with food. This was no Hogwarts, however; meals were usually simple, though ten times better than any middle school food he ever had.

Speaking of simple, the Mess Hall was probably the least extravagant of all the buildings on campus. It didn’t aim to be majestic—it was just a rectangular, red-brick structure that looked quite modern. Rush appreciated how easy it was to his eyes; it kept him rooted to reality, some days.

The line hadn’t made much progress, and Rush was quickly growing bored. Turning to the others, he asked, “Hey, have any of you seen a girl named Embry Smith around?”


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Ailith Lior, Kokoro Maimi, and Kumori
Light, Apprentices
Everlastia, Guild Courtyard-> Mess Hall


The girls kept Kumori firmly between them, not because they were worried for others, but because they were worried about him. The whole thing with the tree, while most likely something they figured the Masters could handle, had really upset the boy's already fragile stability. Rush seemed to force an argeement with Ailith's statement, if only for his own benefit, but that seemed to be what every one of them was trying to do at this point. Kumori still clung to Kokoro's arm while the girls led him along after Rush into the mess hall to get something to eat--between the sparring practice earlier and the Guild's newest discovery, they needed to get something to eat before they dropped. Ailith nibbled on her pocky quietly in thought as they waited while Kokoro spent her time giving Kumori soft assurances and promises that the darkness would stay away, that it would not hurt him.

The mess hall wasn't exactly the most interesting building in the Guild, not nearly as eye-pleasing as the trio found many of the other buildings scattered about. Sure, the enchanted tables and buffet thing was kind of cool (a very tasteful improvement from what she and Kumori had been used to in the Radiant Garden schools, Kokoro thought) but it had lost it's interesting factor after awhile and now they faced a ridiculously long lunch line wait with all sorts of uncertainties flitting through their heads. What if the darkness does come again? Will I be strong enough to protect Kumori like I tell him I will? Kokoro wondered, murmuring more soft assurances to her friend in a continuous stream in an effort to finally return him to normal. Kumori's eyes kept darting around everywhere as though he expected an ambush out of nowhere.

"Kumori, calm down. Nothing's going to happen to us and you're starting to make me feel paranoid." Ailith muttered. Moments later, Rush turned to face the group and spoke.

“Hey, have any of you seen a girl named Embry Smith around?” He asked, Kokoro and Ailith both shook their heads while Kumori jumped at the sound of the boy's voice before shaking his head as well.

"Embry Smith...? Name sounds faintly familiar, but I don't know her personally." Ailith said, still nibbling at her pocky.

"Same for us." Kokoro echoed softly, patting Kumori's arm.
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Doctor Caesura and Anastasia
Light, Master and Apprentice
Everlastia, Hearler's Wing


The Doctor's eyes narrowed in worry and only got more narrow as Siros explained the condition of the patients. The smile and kindness was gone, replaced by the "serious" aura that he only got when looking at a new patient. He nooded occasionally and gently turned Emby's face towards him. For a moment his clear green eyes scrutinized her, as if trying to find some clue hidden in her lax features, before straightening up and taking one of her arms in his hand. He gently pressed his fingertips to the inside of her forearm, as if he were trying to find a pulse. Anastasia still had no inkling to some of her Master's healing methods--why in the world would he be checking for a pulse if Master Siros already told him that she was stable? Suddenly a man brushed by her, reeking of Light and Keyblade-aura-smell, and she almost gasped. Elder Theron?

Caesura looked up, frowning with worry, and seemed to be on the verge of saying something when Siros interuppted him. "Elder!" The Doctor half-turned in surprise and nodded his head more out of instinct than manners. Anastasia had hardly ever seen him so shocked before, usually it was very hard to catch her Master off-guard.

"How are they?" Elder Theron asked, cutting right through Siros's stammered question. Soemthing about him seemed distinctly more grim and foreboding than usual.

Keybalde wielder should not be so gloomy, Ranna mused, makes blood less-lighty-tasty.

Gods, if you stopped thinking about food for more than two seconds then you'll realize that he knows something! Isataxansa huffed angrily. Being the smartest and most observant of the three, she often had to deal with them being slower to catch up with her deductions and often had to explain herself, which she hated doing.

Anastasia had to agree with her. Elder Theron seemed....off, somehow. Whether it was due to Ranna's instincts or Isa's logical rationing, she could tell. And apparently she wasn't the only one who thought so. She could see Celeste, her eyes narrowing into slits, her face stamped with suspicion. At least here was an Apprentice who knew how to observe. She turned back to look inside and noticed the Doctor bending over Embry, his fingers still pressing into her arm. Then he leaned back and laid her arm across her stomach, his movements as careful and soft as a mother tending to her child.

"Obviously this condition is nothing inflicted by regular wounds or spells," he said after a moment. He tapped his lips in thought, his eyes pale with worry. "I fear this may go deeper than we suspect. . . Would you mind, Siros, if I tried some tests on her?"

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Mess Hall


The sunny expression Ione had given the others when they invited her along was slowly fading from her face. It wasn’t the extensive line that bothered her; patience was one of her fortes, but the lingering uneasiness that was so distinctive. Most of the students had erupted into conversation, much of it lighter in nature, although occasionally, someone would mention the tree. However, the atmosphere still stayed heavy, though much less so then before.

It did take a long while before sights of the Mess Hall replaced those of the grounds, the row of people very slowly moving forward. Compared to most of the other buildings on campus, the Hall featured rather mundane architecture. It lacked the gothic finishes, castle-like features and overall impressive feel, although many preferred this, somehow. Less intimidating, she’d sometimes heard, but didn’t agree with the statement. Unlike most of them, Ione felt this to be slightly foreign, lunch at the Hall was a relatively new tradition, one of the only exposures she’d had to the more modern style.

However, it would not have taken the entire wait to notice something was wrong with the white haired boy. He seemed unstable, obviously in response to the dark happening, and the brunette quietly reassured him things would be fine. From behind, it was hard to decipher the exact details, and Iolanthe made no real efforts to. She wasn’t trying to snoop, after all.

This, however, forced a pang of guilt. Ione herself gravitated towards the Dark Arts, a force which was (probably) to blame for this mess. She was uneasy about all this; there was no doubt, yet not as much as she should be.

Her expression shifted to anxious as the book incident sprung back to mind. Luckily, however, this subject had little time to fester, as Rush’s voice snapped her back.

“Hey, have any of you seen a girl named Embry Smith around?” he asked in a bizarre mix of boredom and concern. The blonde had turned to face the group, although she couldn’t see his features too well from behind the others.

"Embry Smith...? Name sounds faintly familiar, but I don't know her personally." After shaking their heads, the pocky eating girl was the first to give a verbal response.
"Same for us." The brunette affirmed, still trying to comfort her friend.

Embry wasn’t a name Ione had heard too much, and she hadn’t seen the other girl very often. However, she was still able to recall her appearance, one that hadn’t met her gaze in a while.

“I haven’t seen her.” Iolanthe started, but soon added “but I don’t know her, I’m not the best to go off of,” in an attempt to lighten the first statement. Didn’t want to bring him down… not to mention, it was true.
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