Set Them Ablaze

Tues. 12/10/2250 – By Rebecca Green

The day wasn’t going well. Neither was the week, or the month. Everything was kind of just shitty and falling apart, and failing her fifth German test was not helping at all, especially when the professor decided it would be a good idea to try and bring up her Dad and everything that was going on. Why couldn’t anyone see she just wanted to be left alone? She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to answer questions, she wanted everyone to mind their own damn business and stay the hell out of hers.

Especially when she was actually bothering to show up to her classes. Gwen knew her sister had been skipping almost every class since the whole blizzard incident and it made her a bit smug. Aelita had always been their mother’s favorite and that she wasn’t keeping her shit together made Gwen just the tiniest bit pleased. A couple months prior she would have cared or been worried about her older sister, but since their father had died, she just felt numb.

Once her and Aelita had been close, but at least Aelita had the admiration of their mother. Gwen never had that. She always looked downon Gwen, thought she should do better in school, get better at the viola, or any musical instrument, or that her art should be more “masterful”, whatever that meant. Her dad, however, had praised her and commented on her art and promised her that she didn’t need to be musically inclined. He helped her try and work out study habits instead of just staring down his nose at her.

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Chemical Warfare

Tuesday, 12/17/2250 – By Rebecca Green

It was an art. Each ingredient was time sensitive, had to be brewed just right. Sweat dripped from his brow from the heat of the concoction and the concentration necessary to complete the spells, magic not coming easily for the mage. Koda had been up for the past hour and the clock read a clean 3:30 AM. Technically he wasn’t supposed to be in the potions lab so late, but he had reason to be there and had swiped a key off a janitor.

What was he making? An addictive substance, brought to Earth from Atlas, not unlike cocaine or meth. Except it was magical, which brought a whole new level of high. Made of beetle juice and newts eyes, along with the extract of an illegal worm that he had growing under his bed back in his dorm. He told his roommate it was just a pet of sorts and he was unaware of its true breed. The substance, known as Synthesis based on the fact that it fostered creativity and certain insanity based actions that could be explosive and erratic. But it made the user feel fantastic, feel new again, and those with depression, those that were in a rut, would take it to feel good. Even when they were neurotypical, with repeated use, addiction was inevitable, thanks to the maple leaves he added, reacting with the worm extract.

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