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~ Xoenna; The Rise of the Next Generation ~
By: Hydra Date: May 24, 2018, 9:14 am
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[center][font=georgia]~ The Oceans Whispers ~[/font][/center]
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[center][font=georgia]The forest is brightly lit with floating,
icy blue iridescent light. They line the walkways that lead to
each district and connect in the middle to lead towards the main
city which holds the businesses, public offices, and schools.
The light from the sun and moon cannot be seen while in the
forest as the trees are densely packed. Even so, the beings
which inhabit this land can easily work their way through the
foliage if they so pleased to do, rather than taking the lighted
pathway. The leaves change colors with the seasons, and some
trees lose their leaves, but most keep their leaves all year
around. The grass is always green within the forest’s perimeter
and a variety of vegetation blossoms. Along with the different
types of vegetation, there are many types of animals that reside
here and call it home. [/font][/center]
[center][font=georgia]~ The School of Acadia ~ [/font][/center]
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[center][font=georgia]The school of Acadia sits in the city
center where it is easily accessible to people from every
district. The building itself is made up of both modern and aged
architecture, making it one of the most beautiful buildings in
their sphere, and one of the most visited. There are various
classes held, from basic academia to survival classes (inclusive
to everyone but the scrubs). Their classes are held in different
periods, with no specific time it ranged over, some periods are
3 hours long, some are one. They are also separated into
different sets; high, medium, and low. Of course, the sets are
inclusive of everyone but the dynamic makes it extremely
difficult for scrubs and the tainted to advance into the higher
classes, which puts them at a disadvantage (needless to say,
however, there are rare examples of a scrub passing with flying
classes and going on to graduate with first class honours). By
the law, every child is expected to go to school, no matter
their financial circumstance. [/font][/center]
[center][font=georgia]~ The City Council ~[/font][/center]
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[center][font=georgia]The city council is built in the heart of
the domain and took a century to actually finish. It is the
oldest building that exists and was constructed by the
elementals, which makes it virtually impossible to break into.
The walls are encrypted with magical scripture and snares, which
have gotten stronger over the years. The elementals keep the
snares alive by letting their magic pulsate through the prism’s
walls. Though it does look small from the outside, it is the
biggest building to stand; the illusion was written by an
elemental named ‘Cardelious’ when talks of war were breaking
out. If they were to go to war with the ‘outside world’ they
wanted the city council to stay strong and withstand any force,
however big. The council is made up of all four classes though
the ruling party are the purebloods, with 200 members. The
scrubs have a party of 10 councilmen/women. [/font][/center]
[font=georgia]~ The Districts ~
Each path, as stated above, connect the four different
districts. There are the Purebloods, the Half-Bloods, the
Tainted, and the Scrubs. They may live separately, but they are
forced to work and learn alongside each other. Not everyone is
too fond of the co-existing idea, though the majority don’t
mind.
•
from a single supernatural lineage such as Vampire x Vampire,
Fae x Fae …etc. They see themselves as the elite class because
of their pure bloodlines. They have been granted every
opportunity they could imagine to succeed in the world. From
money to educational advantage, to abilities that allow them to
easily overtake a kingdom. These creatures tend to look perfect
in every way and live the longest (averaging about 350 years).
But within each species, there are weaknesses.
The purebloods live the most lavish lifestyle of all. Their
houses are extravagant, over the top, and expensive. They tend
to have multiple areas for fun including theaters, pools,
archery ranges…etc. Their houses are, on average, three levels
high and are gated in.
•
supernatural lineages. Their parents are either Half blood x
Pureblood class such as Demon/Fae x Vampire or from two
different pureblood parents such as Succubus x Siren. These
species are just a step below the Purebloods. Even though they
live a long fulfilling life (averaging about 250 years), though
they do compete with the purebloods, and have some animosity
between them.
Half-bloods like their nice houses. They are generally
well-kept and higher-priced. They don’t live in mansions, but
their bi-monthly housing cost is easily what the scrub class
makes in a year. Most of these houses come with garages, a pool,
and a yard, and are two levels high.
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have a supernatural parent (either pure or half blood) and a
scrub parent. These people are the ones who are trying to bring
the races together and unite. They believe everyone should be
given an equal chance at things. To the other species, they are
a disgrace. The purebloods and half-blood believe they are
traitors, while the scrubs think they are just breeding with
them to destroy and one day and exterminate their race. This
class doesn’t live as long as the purebloods or half-bloods,
(averaging 150 years), but they live much longer than the
scrubs.
Generally, the tainted race live in middle-class housing.
Some tend to prefer the nicer apartment living lifestyle. On the
other hand, some do inherit their half-blood/pureblood families
homes after they pass, but most just liquidate it to buy a
better house in the Tainted district, as to not mingle too much
in the other two higher districts.
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abilities and are the lowest class. They must work five times as
hard as everyone else to even hope to have the same advances as
the other classes. This class can work in the same building and
hold the same job title as a pureblood, but still, make half of
what the pureblood makes. They feel as though the other classes
are trying to weed them out, hence why they really hate the
tainted class. (Average are 105 years).
They generally live in run-down trailers, shacks, and
apartments. Occasionally the ones who have worked the hardest
and have advanced in their careers do live in middle-class
houses. [/font]
[center][font=georgia]~ The Species ~
Vampires
Demons
Angels
Succubi/ Incubi
Siren(Mermaid/Man)
Elementalists
Fae
Dragon
Nymphs
Wizard/Witches
Humans[/font][/center]
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Re: ~ Xoenna; The Rise of the Next Generation ~
By: Hydra Date: May 24, 2018, 10:42 am
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[font=georgia]“Sir, it would be in yo-”
“Celeste, please!”
The minister’s voice shakes the iron-clad room, as he raises his
hand at the woman, signaling for her to be quiet. Celeste
manages to inhale deeply before muttering under her breath in
defiance, not willing to be silenced so easily. She takes a few
steps forward until she is met with his desk, her dark eyes
settling on his in a strong stare.
“It has been my duty to come to you with these issues if you
choose to push them aside every single I time do, well, with all
due respect Sir, you will not see me here again.”
Her British accent made each and every word sound like it was
dripping with venom, the anger apparent in her dark orbs as she
stared at the minister, who was now leaning back in his chair,
tapping his index finger on the table before him repeatedly. He
sighed and muttered softly, before pulling a folder from his
drawer, holding it over the table, in her general direction.
“For centuries, there has been no advancement like the one you
talk about Celeste, and it’s dan-”
“It’s dangerous. I know. The scrubs are diminishing, Sir, and if
it continues, there will be a larger problem coming your way.
Let me place a border control sanction in that district, it
should stop the purebloods from entering altogether, and should
put a stop to the crimes.”
He sighs and shrugs his shoulders, forfeiting the argument after
handing her the folder, having had first-hand accounts with the
woman's temper and her ability to stay put during an argument,
never accepting a loss. It was this drive that made her perfect
for her job. Along with teaching at the university, Celeste
worked in the city council, though the latter was a birthright.
She came from a long-standing line of elementals, her ancestors
having built the City Council from the ground up. Nodding her
head respectfully, she curtsies before making her way out of the
door, skimming through the folder she was given; it was an
outline of the strict guidelines that separated the districts,
and how much of the land she was able to cast a spell on.
She makes her way out of the building, the folder rested under
her arm as she whistles for the first carriage that crossed her
line of vision, pulling her arm out in attempt to stop it.
“Where to, Ma’am?”
“The Oceans Whispers, dear.”
And with that, they began their journey to the forest adorned
with lights, the place that was home to Celeste and her family.
As they enter the woodland, she hops off of the carriage and
onto the rocky terrain, walking aimlessly through the jungle of
trees, and lights, until she is at a crossroad between two of
the districts. She stands for a while, letting the darkness of
the forest swallow her whole, as her body finally relaxes a
little. The day had already proven to be stressful for the
brunette, despite the fact she wasn’t even halfway through it
yet. [/font]
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Re: ~ Xoenna; The Rise of the Next Generation ~
By: Demonreach Date: May 24, 2018, 12:14 pm
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Dracierous had spent the better part of his morning at his home,
with his mother, Sonea. She merely needed help with a few things
around the house, to get things ready for his fathers return.
'It's your own fault, mother. You know what happens when you get
your coven together," he chided gently, chuckling; his voice was
low, a soft growl in the back of his throat.
The home, despite the best efforts of housekeeping and his
mothers own list of things for Dracierous to do, ended up
looking like a disaster; blood from the animals was everywhere;
the smell of their spells and incantations were just as bad as
they clung to the walls and furniture. He himself had spent more
than an hour or so trying to get the witches to leave, who were
either drunk or hungover from the previous night.
That had been interesting, to say the least, fending off their
advances. He figured his mother was trying to find him a
suitable partner, but he hardly cared, having found his own
interest. His eyes squinted as he peered out one of the windows,
checking the sun.
He cursed.
'What is it now, boy? You are worse than your father with that
mouth.' His mothers chiding was less gentle, but he knew her
heart wasn't in it when he caught the twinkle in her brown eyes;
her dark hair was beginning to show grey, but her beauty was
timeless; a few laugh lines were more apparent due to the fun
from the last few nights.
There was no doubt she was a strong woman, who found humor and
pleasure in odd things, and, while she loved her son in her own
way -and definitely showed that-, she was no less a mother.
His father was more proper, perhaps the polar opposite of his
mother, which was a strange combination of personalities.
Needless to say, he didn't find himself home a lot when both of
his parents were home. It wasn't as though their personalities
clashed, it was just the opposite; but they grew tired of each
other as much as anyone, which was why father took off for a few
days out of the months.
Dracierous snorted, smoke exhaling from his nostrils, 'I'm
leaving, mother.'
Sonea offered futile arguments to the back of her son.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dracierous 'Alistair' Carstairs was a half-blood; his father a
dragon while his mother a witch. He had been born with a form of
albinism, though it had mutated. His eyes were a dark silver;
his hair, which hung about his shoulders, offered a more natural
silver color while his skin was a darker shade of silver than
his eyes.
Alistair found himself nearing the Oceans Whispers, the walkways
allowed him to walk carefree with the lighting, though his feet
took him off the beaten path, his nostrils flared with a
familiar scent and he grinned; revealing the sharp teeth.
As he walked towards the origin, his mind wandered. He thought
of his own immediate family, of his mother and father. He
thought of his time at the School, though that line of thought
darkened his mood and he pulled himself out of his own head.
Besides, he had reached his destination.
'Is this where you were lurking, Celeste? You should know better
to be out and about alone, especially with all of what is going
on.' One could almost hear the grin that spread across his face
as he addressed her.
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Re: ~ Xoenna; The Rise of the Next Generation ~
By: Hydra Date: May 24, 2018, 12:43 pm
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[font=georgia]Elementals were the most in touch with nature out
of all the other breeds, of course, it made sense since each and
every one of them controlled an aspect of it; Celeste’s own
powers encompassed earth and fire, having earned each element
from her parents, though they had died years ago, long before
she could read or write. The large manor they left behind was
empty for the most part, the only family she had left was her
beloved grandfather, and her sister, Catarina, who was still in
school. They had found the girl on the outskirts of the
woodlands, and decided for the best, to adopt her. She was but a
child, wrapped in rags and left for the creatures of their lands
to feast on.
His words bring her back from her thoughts, shaking her head as
she turns so her gaze meets his, her own lips bearing a grin.
“Ohhhh?” She coos, her infectious laugh filling the air, “you
don’t think I can fend for myself, beloved?”
Celeste was hard-headed and strong, and sometimes came across as
cold, but the woman tried her best to bring order to their
lands. Her lover was right, there was danger lurking in the
forests, especially because no matter what time of the day it
was, it stayed dark; the suns prying eyes stayed out because it
was shaped like an enclave. The only light they had hung around
them in a little display, though they dimmed and brightened
accordingly. Closing the space between the man and herself, she
presses her lips to his cheek before turning around to assess
her surroundings once more.
“You remember the project I was telling you about? The one the
minister hadn’t authorised?”
She spoke while pulling out a scroll from her pocket, letting it
levitate in the air, “I got it authorised.”
It didn’t take a minute before the scroll began to burn and let
off an orange and scarlet hue, words beginning to appear on the
brown paper as she pressed her hands together, focussing on
nothing but the spell. Words of what seemed to be a foreign
language surrounded the air around her, and as she hums softly,
a bubble appears around the scrub’s district, red in colour,
though the colour disappeared as soon as the protective bubble
had formed, turning invisible instead.
“That should do the trick,” she sighs softly, before walking
over to her silver-haired man, leaving the circle she had drawn
in the dirt, the brown paper that had once been levitating in
the air, turning to ashes when she makes the move.
“Now,” she lets her arms hand over his shoulders, tilting her
head back to look up at him, “have you missed me?”
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Re: ~ Xoenna; The Rise of the Next Generation ~
By: Braylin~Dominika Date: May 24, 2018, 12:58 pm
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The water was her favorite place. It was peaceful, smooth, and
everyone knew to leave her be when she was there. The water was
her safe-space, the one area she could be to clear her thoughts
and focus on herself. She tried to keep all the outside drama
away when in the warm, salty liquid. Her tail swished up and
down, her body rolling itself through the water as she swam
around. Her long brown hair flowed every-which way under the
surface. Her arms and hands glittered in the sunlight with hints
of sliver and purple. She had decided to start her day later
than usual, as everything that was brewing in the city was
frustrating her. She needed some time to herself, after all,
self-care is the best.
After an hour of swimming, Torlan decided it was time to move on
to something more productive. The half-blood Siren x Vampire
swam her way to the side of the pool that had the ramp and
pulled herself up. Once fully out of the water, her rough skin
began to sloth off, She pulled herself further up the pool deck,
slipping from her scaly tail, her gills and most of her sharp
teeth retreating back in. It was painful, but not as much as
entering the water from this form was. Her pale grey skin
dripped with water as the young adult reached for her white
robe.
After drying off and getting dressed, Torlan grabbed her
computer that held important data information on the current
events and placed it into her messenger bag. "I'm heading out
father..." Torlan called down to the basement where he, Malcolm,
spent most of his days at, working. "Be careful, my darling."
Her father's deep voice called back up. He worried about her
often since the night he witnessed her mother be captured and
killed by the scrubs. Aribell, her mother, had gone for a late
swim in the ocean when the horrible incident occurred.
Torlan smiled at his worried words and slipped out the front
door. She carried her bag over her left shoulder as she made her
way down the near-by path and into The Oceans Whisper forest.
She liked how the lights surrounded the walkway, guiding people
towards the center cross-way. As she neared the center that
would take her towards the main city, she heard faint voices.
Her thoughts quickly turned to worry as she hoped they were
friendly. A lot of people thought that her and her father were
responsible for a couple of the scrub's deaths. Just recently,
two scrub hiker's bodies were found off the Oceans Whisper path
with two small pinholes in their necks, claw marks scattered
over their bodies, and bled dry. On the contrary, she was
actually one of the groups of people who wanted to unite
everyone, even after what happened to her mother.
Even so, Torlan continued her way down, turning the final bend
that would bring her to the cross-way. "Oh, it's just you two"
She said softly seeing the two lovers talking.
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Re: ~ Xoenna; The Rise of the Next Generation ~
By: Demonreach Date: May 24, 2018, 1:45 pm
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He chuckled wryly, knowing that her fending skills weren't to be
questioned, 'Well, you are in somewhat distasteful company. Some
may think otherwise.'
Returning the kiss to her own cheek, his fingers brushed the
soft strands of hair back behind her ears. His brow creased, a
small frown showing itself; he wasn't against what she was
doing, and supported her in this, but he also knew she would be
seen as a traitor as most Tainted were. Dracierous knew there
would be questions into her past, history that would be dug up
that she might not want to learn or want others to know.
Still, he was glad she had gotten her way, as she was wont to
do.
Perhaps this was how it had been with his own father; had it
been his own mother who had sought out the courtship between the
two? Alistair knew this wasn't entirely the case, however, as
his parents' marriage was more arranged than out of love.
Instead, however, the frown and worry eased itself from his face
to be replaced by a smile and excitement, 'I'm glad! It's been a
long time coming. Now, I don't have to pay the minister a visit
in the dead of night to persuade him otherwise.' His eyes
glittered mischievously, winking at her.
His eyes closed, allowing the magic to flow around him; his
senses tingling with it. It was soft music to his ears; a cool
breeze along his skin; an almost sweet taste upon his tongue.
His nostrils flared with the scent of it. They wouldn't thank
her, but if she did it for gratification, for some selfish
reason, it probably never would have gotten approved, honestly.
He felt himself swell with pride at her determination, at the
tenacity with which she strove for things. He felt himself
drowning deeper in the well of emotion that being around her
formed within him; it was a mix of things, conflicting emotions
with his own feelings for her and how he was raised.
'They aren't going to thank you, Celeste, and you know the
amount of gossip and rumors are going to spread because of this.
Your scent is on all of this and the minister might be bullied
into giving you what you want, but not everyone else will. Some
might talk that you are perpetrating the recent Cullings in
order to push your agenda; or worse, you are Tainted. Either
way, your life has gotten more complicated and, while you enjoy
the privileges of your station and your blood, that doesn't mean
others cannot make it difficult for you.'
His hands find her waist, pulling her close to allow his nose to
brush up against hers; the silver eyes closing as he took a deep
breath in, allowing her to wash over him; to immerse himself
within her. 'Of course I have missed you.'
Alistair had a difficult time of showing his emotions towards
her; he knew what was there, but it wasn't something that he had
grown up around. Love, for him, wasn't a choice; his mutation
brought him all sorts of offers from half- and pure-bloods,
offers that went through his father, as was custom. His mother,
of course, didn't like any of the women that were presented to
him: she wanted him to marry one of the witches within her
coven, or one of their daughters.
He wanted freedom from it all, but he didn't know what he would
do with that freedom if given the choice.
It was times like this, as he withdrew in on himself, that he
wanted to be away from her as it wasn't exactly fair to her that
she has become some object of his obsession, but he knew better
and so did she. It was a fear that he had expressed a fair
amount of times, but perhaps it was a fear of a different sort.
He rolled his shoulders in a shrug and kissed her softly, his
mouth open to speak to her before he caught the sound of
another; Torlan. He looked at her from his peripherals, the dim
light giving his face an almost sinister look as he peered at
the other half-blood, "Ah, Torlan. A pleasure as always.'
He disengaged from Celeste, offering the other woman a small
inclination of his head; a bow, of a sort. He glanced at his
partner, giving her a soft smile, 'My father is returning
tonight. My mother will no doubt be wondering about my tardiness
with her list of items. I understand your need to help those of
a lower station, but be careful about how you do it.'
Alistair inclined his head towards Torlan again before walking
towards the main road.
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Re: ~ Xoenna; The Rise of the Next Generation ~
By: Lenai Date: May 24, 2018, 4:19 pm
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Lenai sighed as she finally shut the doors to her lab. Research
was definitely the job for her, but analysis was exhausting. It
definitely made her cravings build faster, but what could she
do? It was the job she loved! The job she went through an extra
seven years of school for! There was no way she was giving it
up! After locking up, she made her way out the door, and hazel
eyes settled on the sky for just a moment. It didn't feel like a
"go-straight-home" kind of day! Perhaps a walk was in order...
Lenai knew what a walk meant the last time she took one, but she
was reserved for that not to be the case! She went to her car,
clad herself in a short black dress, and made her way to the
forest. She was really a city kind of girl, but every once in a
while she found the lights of the forest more soothing than the
lights of the city. It was a different environment that she
wasn't accustomed to, and while she knew it was inhabited by
many, she rarely encountered anyone.
The sounds of birds singing their songs soothed her as she made
her way through the trees, the smell of salt water not too far
in the distance. She envied the birds and sea creatures. They
didn't have to worry about stupid politics, and classification
systems. They just lived their lives, day to day... Lenai was a
simple creature, or rather she wanted to be. Do what you need to
do to survive, and to be happy. Why should anything else matter?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of voices much to
her annoyance. She quickly located the source of the voices;
There were three of them, just standing and talking. She
resolved to go the other way, until she realized that she
recognized one of their faces! Professor Celeste! She had been
one of Lenai's teachers at the University! One of her favorites,
in fact! She seemed to be having a bit of a serious
conversation, but it wouldn't do any harm to simply say hello as
she continued on her way would it?"
She continued on her current path, which would lead her right
passed the congregation. She stopped and smiled politely. "Hello
Professor!" She bowed her head politely to the other two
individuals. She didn't want to hold them up, or spend too much
time here, but it was nice to see the Professor again! It must
have been three or four years since she had last seen her.
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Re: ~ Xoenna; The Rise of the Next Generation ~
By: ~Torlan~ Date: May 24, 2018, 9:58 pm
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Torlan took comfort in knowing that the Celeste was near-by.
She, herself, was only 17 years old and had been struggling to
find her spot in this world. Celeste took her under her wing and
helped mold her into the bright, information-loving being she is
now. Celeste had her in a couple of classes over the years and
when she found out Torlan's mother had passed, she quickly
stepped up to support Tory any way she could. For that, Tory
could never thank her enough. She knew Alistair and Celeste had
been together for a while, and looked up to their love and
support for each other. She closed the gap between them and
stopped, glancing first to Celeste, then to Alistair.
"Oh Celeste!" She exclaimed. "You look like you have been up to
something..." she smirked and eyed Alistair who seemed to be
getting ready to depart. "Alistair." She said respectfully, with
a small bow of her head and a slight bend in her knees.
"Celeste, I've been compiling the data that I've gathered
recently of the..." she paused and glanced around, making sure
no one was close, and lowered her voice "scrub situation and the
numbers and manor of deaths are alarrr..." She trailed off in
her sentence when she caught the sent and sound of another
person approaching. She gave Alistair a final smile before he
turned to be on his own way before turning her attention on the
newcomer.
Golden eyes settled on the woman who approached them. She could
tell this woman was older than her, so she stepped back and
bowed her head in respect. She hadn't seen this woman before,
but stayed relaxed as the woman seemed to know Celeste, whom had
grown close like a sister.
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Re: ~ Xoenna; The Rise of the Next Generation ~
By: Hydra Date: May 25, 2018, 2:09 pm
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[font=georgia]Celeste listened carefully, being intuitive of her
surroundings while she did so, and she can’t help but smile at
her lover’s words. Not only was he profoundly proud of her and
showered her with affection, but the care they shared for each
other was deep-rooted. Enough that in the few months they had
been seeing each other, her feelings had grown to be more than
just butterflies in her stomach, she was falling for the man,
and at a quick rate. She knew he didn’t have the easiest life
growing up, but his light-hearted humour always made it seem
like he did have a stable environment.
“I know they aren’t my love, I don’t do this for their thanks,”
she sighs deeply, nudging her head in the direction of the
district, “it isn’t right, I feel it. There’s something going on
and I’m going to get to the bott-”
She was cut off by her senses, and the girl that lurked behind
the bushes, laughing softly in her direction when she addresses
them. Tory was a bright girl, an A-star student who excelled not
only in the core subjects but the physically demanding ones too.
Celeste remembered the day she found out about her mum dying,
and unbeknownst to the girl, she was actually very close to her
mother before her passing. They didn’t talk of it much, and she
gathered it might have something to do with the girl’s wound
still being fresh, it hadn’t been that long.
As her lover bids her farewell, she squeezes his hand for a
second before letting him go, “get home safe, my love.”
“You know Tory, you’re not gonna pass your classes by lurking
behind the bushes,” she teases the girl for a moment, before
letting her continue about her findings, cut off by another
individual. The Oceans weren’t whispering today, that’s for
sure. As the girl walks close enough, Celeste’s eyebrows lift up
in excitement, going over to give Lenai a warm embrace. It
lasted for a second before she let go,
“Lenai, sweetheart! How have you been?”
Lenai was also a bright student, though she had a couple years
over Tory. The woman had taught both the girls while they were
at the school and had formed a close relationship with both
during their time. It seemed that politically, there was a clear
alignment between Tory and herself, but Lenai had always proved
to be a little bit of a trouble in that domain.
“Tory, run up to class, dear, I’ll be right behind you!”
She turns her gaze back to Lenai, smiling softly, “how long has
it been huh?”
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Re: ~ Xoenna; The Rise of the Next Generation ~
By: Lenai Date: May 25, 2018, 3:46 pm
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The man who Lenai could only assume to be Celeste's boyfriend
was departing just as she arrived. The half-blood Succubus could
only smile when she saw their genuine displays of affection for
each other. It gave her a strange mixture of happiness and
jealousy. Being what she was, it was unlikely that she could
ever maintain a steady relationship. Her kind simply weren't
trusted when it came to physical intimacy. When a potential
partner found out that she was three quarters Succubus, they
would run for the hills! Even if she lied about her genealogy,
one slip up would undoubtedly mean the end of the relationship,
or worse, her partner's life! Just the same, she was happy for
her former Professor!
Celeste gave the best hugs! It was a strange thing to say about
a Professor, but it was the truth! The woman could make you feel
like all the problems in the world had faded away, if only for
the moment. Lenai returned her embrace happily! "I've been
really well!" She answered.
"I got a job as a Research Geneticist at a Lab in the District!
It's exhausting, but I'm really happy!" She took a step back as
Celeste sent the younger girl, most likely one of her current
students ahead. Tory... She committed the name to memory, though
she would likely never need it. She smelled of salt water. A
Siren, perhaps?
She turned back to her old teacher, and looked upward slightly
as she pondered her question. "Well I completed my Master's last
year... I haven't seen you since I finished undergrad, so about
three years?"
She slumped her shoulders and made a pouty face. "That's way too
long!" she whined, giving Celeste another hug. It somehow
relieved more stress than coming out here to walk ever would
have!
But that thought actually brought a darker one to mind. The last
time she had come out here to walk... "Um, Professor?" She asked
timidly, taking a step back, eyes now glued to the ground. "Have
you heard anything about the two men who died out here
recently?" It may have seemed like a random question, but it hit
close to home to Lenai for her own reasons.
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