Study Blues

Sunday, 12/08/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

She wasn’t a particularly dumb teenager and bad grades certainly weren’t something she was plagued with. After all, they had worked hard to afford to attend the academy at all, they couldn’t waste it on bad grades. However, Xeremey also was not a genius. Formulas didn’t come easy to her and neither did much of anything else. No, she wasn’t failing, but she was struggling. C’s and B’s colored her report card, with two A’s in Master Symphony and Defense.

Then, there was that F, in Trigonometry, that wretched class.

While she wasn’t particularly worried about getting straight A’s – she wanted to get by and make decent grades – having an F just wasn’t going to do. With midterms coming up soon, if she made some headway on her homework and got a decent grade on the exam… She could make a D, maybe even a low C if she pushed and maybe got some extra credit.

Continue reading →

Advertisements

The Sins Of Blood

Thursday 12/05/2250 – By Rebecca Green

Rhea limped all the way to the infirmary. Adrian nervously followed, keeping an arm around her and letting her keep most of her negligible body weight on him. He had been tempted to carry her entirely, but the profuse amount of blood made him hesitant. And he wasn’t about to swoop her up out of nowhere- she seemed quite determined to make it herself, only leaning on him as much as she had to.

Which was quite a bit. Her adrenaline was gone and the wound in her thigh was deep enough that she could barely walk, and it was only through her own stubbornness that she did.

Adrian reached forward to nudge the infirmary door open and the blue haired nurse was facing away from them, placing some pill bottles in a freezer bag and storing them in a locked cabinet. She turned toward them with a smile, which quickly disappeared as her eyes narrowed and she hurried toward them.

Continue reading →

An Assailant of Blood

Thursday, 12/5/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

The knife pricked her finger. Held there, the knife duly twisted against her skin. Shadows danced across the floor, thrown about by the waning moon against the windows and the trees blowing in the wind, just outside the hallway where she walked. Gold eyes glinted in the light, and the woman brandishing the weapon walked tall, a clean six foot body with waist length hair pulled into a blonde ponytail. It bounced with every movement, each step confident and leisurely. No one would be around. School had let out hours ago, each of the brats would be hiding away in their houses, cramming in what little studying they could for final exams to come.

None of them would come across her, clad in a leather jacket and tight black leggings. She reached a hand into the jacket, pulling out a small black orb, bringing it to her nose and taking a whiff. Smiling, the woman was close to her destination.

She hadn’t thought it would come to this. The plan had been to scare the little brat, run her out of the job and keep her from sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. And, four years ago, it had worked. Vander had quit as expected at the simple threats. It hadn’t been that hard, really, to find her family- snap a couple of pictures, take a couple notes on their daily activities and send it to the agent. Vander – Silverfang – had handed in her resignation in a matter of hours.

Continue reading →

Falling For Someone

Thursday, 12/05/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

No one really talked to Noklie anymore, not after Rue and Sansa had taken the courtesy of telling absolutely everyone about his little outburst in the middle of the werewolf chaos. Half the first years gossiped about him, and the other half treated him like a ticking time bomb. Eolande was the only one who’d sit next to him in science class and he pretended this didn’t bother him. After all, the green haired girl was nice- though she had been forlorn after being told she couldn’t bring snakes to class anymore. She seemed skittish about the ordeal, sometimes reaching up to her hair and frowning.

She was weird, Noklie admitted, but he was pretty weird himself and he was just glad to have one person who wasn’t afraid of him, or cruel to him. Rue and Sansa had taken it upon themselves to continue the rumors that they were dating, headed by Monica. Eolande didn’t seem to understand what this meant, and Noklie didn’t do much to defend the rumors, unwilling to cause more trouble. Eolande was nice, but he wasn’t about to date her.

Continue reading →

Aliel

Wednesday, 12/04/2250 – By Nicole Adams.

It hadn’t been a particularly trying day, which Ourani was grateful for. A few unruly students, as there always were, but the older years knew not to mess with her, and the younger ones were usually too wary to upset any professor. Stepping through the gate to her cottage, she closed it with a kick of her foot and then made her way up the short walk to the porch, and inside. It was quiet in the house, except for the soft noise of a T.V in one of the back bedrooms, and a smile crossed her face.

She shrugged off her coat, turning to a coat hanger and draping it over one arm. She tipped her head a bit and then called out as she stepped further into the room. “Aliel?” Listening for the sound of nails clicking against wood, and a smile crossing her face as it came. A dog, a whippet, edged into view. She was a light tan and white, and her floppy ears framed her tapered head. Extremely cautious, she slipped around the doorway and into the room.

Continue reading →

Text: Ross to Jay

Sat. 12/7/2251

Ross Blackhall 8:37 AM: So, you’ll never guess who I ran into last weekend.
Jay Gardner 8:56 AM: Who?
Ross Blackhall 9:30 AM: You know, a certain man. Typically blonde hair, blue eyes. Hella powerful. Goes by the name Levi.
Jay Gardner 10:03 AM: What?
Jay Gardner 10:05 AM: What’s he doing there???
Ross Blackhall 10:07 AM: Apparently Uriel asked him to hang around. He’s teaching magic.
Ross Blackhall 10:08 AM: I’m kind of surprised that you didn’t hear his name from any of the kids, to be honest.
Jay Gardner 10:10 AM: No, I didn’t, they mentioned a new magic professor, but not a name
Jay Gardner 10:11 AM: Does Rodney know who he is???
Ross Blackhall 10:20 AM: Apparently not, Levi asked me not to say anything to him.
Ross Blackhall 10:21 AM: But you’re not Rodney, and I can’t really ask the guy who owns my soul to not say something.
Jay Gardner 10:24 AM: Look at you being devious and beating the system.
Ross Blackhall 10:25 AM: Hell yeah
Ross Blackhall 10:27 AM: Though I do highly recommend not saying anything. If Uriel asked him to be here, then it might not be smart to piss off an archangel.
Jay Gardner 10:29 AM: There hasn’t been any problems, has there?
Ross Blackhall 10:31 AM: No, but I saw him and almost had a panic attack.
Jay Gardner 10:35 AM: Ross, seriously, I know he’s fond of you and our family, but do you actually trust him? Especially around kids? You’ve said before, he’s like a tank, what if he snaps and hurts someone?
Ross Blackhall 10:37 AM: I’ve never really seen him snap is the thing, he seems to have pretty good patience, which you’d need given everything.
Jay Gardner 10:42 AM: Can you please keep an eye on him, just in case
Jay Gardner 10:43 AM: And of course if the media finds out it’ll be a shit storm over there, Uriel’s making it bad enough, but given the time she almost threw a newscaster off the roof, they’ve been hanging back
Ross Blackhall 10:47 AM: At this point I’m kind of keeping an eye on EVERYTHING
Jay Gardner 10:49 AM: Okay, keep me posted

 

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.

Continue reading →