Posts by Lupa

20 something year old. I don't know what I'm doing with my life. I live in the Hell that is South Florida.

Music Calms The Beast

Wednesday, 12/4/2250 – By Kayla Salmon

The thing about the Eagle House was that there was always something going on. And sometimes that was a good thing, but when you had a headache, it wasn’t always great. Noklie sat in the porch swing, his legs curled up to his chest and he tapped his fingers on his knees.

The headache was from the voices. Two voices, given what he was. In his normal form he had three heads and each of those heads had their own thoughts and desires, even personalities. When they were in human form the three of them were all smushed together and he, the middle and main head, was left listening to them.

We need to do something, one of the voices yelled. Sniff, smell, run, transform and run, everyone else does!

“Please, just shut up and leave me alone,” Noklie muttered, begging the voices to stop and be quiet.

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Bursts Of Energy

Wednesday, 12/4/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.

It was already their fourth month of school, so the schedule was down pat and the second years were trudging up to the third floor, fresh from their herbology class as they always were every Monday and Wednesday. Luckily, Hakidonmuya was a strict and unforgiving instructor, so most of the second years were worn down, tired and ready for the school day to come to a close, even those who had one of their elective courses afterwards.

Of course that wasn’t the rule. Given they were twelve and thirteen year olds, there was usually more than enough energy to make his classes interesting, despite the fact that it was supposed to be a theoretical class, and not one with application.

Not that he carried through with that most of the time. It helped to try and teach the students some basic things so they could discover if they had an affinity for magic, and it also tended to keep the students more focused than when he simply lectured.

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Saturday, 11/30/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.

He’d done and seen a lot of stupid and weird shit in his lifetime. He was a demon, and it was a long lifetime, and lots of people had filtered through it. His most insane claim to fame would forever be the time the first head of the Gardner family basically forced him to take him through Hell, and then went and fought off a fallen angel.

Since he’d come to the academy, Adrian Gardner’s little stunt was sounding less and less crazy. So far he’d been assaulted on two different occasions by one little angry woman, had erotic fanfiction written about him and two of the staff, and had to help one of the students who had been taped to the wall. Yes. Taped, to the wall. Not to mention the insanity that had happened a couple days before when Vander and Calver, both werewolves, as it turned out, and Reid Firewolf, one of his students, had all missed out on the lock up time for the full moon and had ended up attacking the people in the buildings they were in. Not only had he had to fend off two werewolves from the group of students before herding them into a classroom, but then he’d had to help keep Reid contained in a bathroom that one of the other students had trapped him inside of. At least it was only until morning.

But this, this took the fucking cake. Since the insanity of the werewolf escapades on Thanksgiving, most of the staff were returning as early as possible, and that included a specific Magic Professor he’d yet to have the pleasure of being introduced to.

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Moonlight Threat

Thursday, 11/28/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.

The Headmaster, Rodney Murdoch, usually stayed on campus for some of the major family holidays, such as Thanksgiving and Christmas, and while most of the Murdoch family who was not in attendance at the Academy would come to see him during Winter Break, Thanksgiving was usually more up in the air. Will was very close with the older man and as such almost always stayed over the extended weekend while his cousins went home to see the rest of the family. Most of them lived in Chicago, but a few lived in the towns close by, or in the suburban areas outside of the city.

And Thanksgiving at the campus wasn’t such a bad thing. A decent amount of students stayed at the school during the extended weekend, not wanting to travel home, only to have to travel out again a few weeks later when the end of the semester came. And the dining hall always gave them a grand dinner, just as good as any home cooked meal, as always.

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Pizza Night

Sat. 11/23/2250 – By Kayla Salmon & Nichole Adams.

They hadn’t really done an official date yet, even though they’d been dating since the beginning of the semester. Oh sure, they’d hung out a lot, and watched movies in each other’s common rooms and even their bedrooms, and they’d kissed and made out, but they hadn’t been on an actual date. Not that Cleo cared, but her friends seemed to think it was a big deal, so maybe it was.

Anyways, they’d picked out this pizza place in town and had ordered. They were just sitting and relaxing, talking like they always did. “You should have seen Leslie’s face when he saw his dog, not that it was anything too weird, it wasn’t like he wore train themed underwear or something.” She broke off with a chuckle, shaking her head.

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We’ve Had a Bad Day

Fri. 11/22/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.

It was definitely upsetting that his brother didn’t want him to come to the hospital, but he did understand a bit. He grunted as he punched the bag in the gym again. Ever since the curse and their mother dying, his older brother had always been protective of him. It had gotten even worse when their father had been diagnosed with cancer, the kind that had progressed too far for any surgery or medicine to help, magical or otherwise. But they were supposed to have time, a year or two even.

The stand of the punching bag finally gave way and tumbled over, despite its reinforced frame. He stood there, huffing as he stared at the fallen bag, the bruises showing on his hands. He’d managed to resist running all the way to the hospital in town, mostly because he knew some part of what the Headmaster had said was right. He didn’t know if he could handle seeing his dad…dead. Not his father any more, just some corpse that would be burned to ash soon. He’d never see his dad again, never hear his laughter or praise, like when Reid had been made a prefect.

“What the fuck, Reid?” came a voice and he turned to look at the entrance to the gym. His fellow Eagles prefect, Aelita Rede, was standing in the entrance. “You’re about to fall over and the bag is dead, good job, you killed it. Cut it out.”

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Two Times the Charm

Fri. 11/22/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.


When he’d received the phone call that morning from Lucielle Rede, the mother of Aelita and Gwen Rede, he figured the day had already gone to Hell and that it couldn’t get much worse, however he was proven very wrong. He then received another call shortly after lunch from one of the students at the University.

Brandon Firewolf was a freshman and he and his brother, Reid, had been attending Strongwind since their first years. They’d experienced the loss of their mother in their younger years, and just recently had found out that their father had been diagnosed with cancer. His health had been on the steady decline, but had seemed to have leveled off. Unfortunately, it didn’t last. Brandon had received the call from the hospital about a sudden turn for the worst and had been able to be there at the time of his passing. He then called and asked the headmaster if he would be able to inform his brother, who was still in class, about their father’s passing, given Brandon had to handle everything at the hospital. Of course, Rodney readily agreed.

Not that he was pleased about having to tell the student, but he understood why Brandon wanted his brother to know sooner rather than later. Instead of calling to Reid’s class on the intercom he walked to the history classroom. His cane tapped on the tiled floor, the only other noise being the echo of students and teachers chattering behind their doors. He gently twisted the doorknob and slowly opened the door, interrupting the newest member of the Strongwind staff.

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