((Man, do you guys even go to school? I got home to three (going on four) pages...
Also, I hope I got the magic stuff right.))
GilesGiles loved his new job. He always loved working in a library. There was something about the place that excited him. The smells, the sounds (or lack of), even the lighting was exciting. Add a dash of magic...Well, it was heaven!
But the magic here was different than the magic from his world. This magic was new, exciting, and less addictive--always a plus! There was so many types, with their own tics and personalities. He had to learn them all. And so, on his first day in this new world, Giles applied for the librarian position. He got it on the spot, and boy did he enjoy it.
Since it was summer at the time, he need not worry about wayward students. He spent the first week restocking the shelves and learning the positions of all the books (this world had its own Dewey Decimal system for magic and alchemy) and how to use them. Some of these books--like his own, the feisty little "mana"--were not normal books. They moved, flew, or grew faces to scream with. He quickly learned how to calm them down. Then, he settled down to read.
And read.
And read.
So much he lost track of the time. Frequently he read through the night, practicing the new forms of magic and alchemy. He learned how to summon his mana, how to use short-range telekinesis, and how to "call" inanimate objects to him. Many of these spells ended in failure--and in the case of the "calling" spell, a black eye--but he tried and tried. In two weeks, he mastered the short-range telekinesis. He was now trying to cast a protection spell around the library to prevent fires. Sadly, he had no way of knowing it worked without setting a book on fire, and Giles was not willing to try that...
Hmm...What day was it? The Headmaster had mentioned a pre-Orientation meeting for all new students and staff. He had heard a lot of commotion in the nearby hall...But that could just be that poor janitor, distracted with some type of magical problem or another.
"Oy, fellow, what day is it?" He asked his mana; the little flying book. It obediently flew to his side and opened its pages. A calendar soon appeared for this month, with one day colored red. Orientation day. Giles quickly checked his watched. Oh great, he was late! He jumped out of his chair, knocking it over in the process. He darted through the halls at insane speeds for an older man, just barely making it to the meeting room in time, "Sorry I'm late! I got distracted with the mechanisms of protection spells..." He huffed and held a hand to his chest, trying to calm down his heart. A few seconds later, Giles' mana appeared, sheepishly hovering behind its master.
Clavicus Vile~Stormy~ wrote:|Ala Oscura-Female-Deputy Headmaster|
I roamed the halls, looking for students who were lost. I yawned with a stretch, my large raven wings casting strange shadows in front of me. If only I had brought Matrix here with me.. But instead, my dog is now haunting the forest and whoever steps in it. I continued down the hall, stopping as I came across a boy soaked in water. "Need help?", I sighed, stretching out my wings again.
Rummy wrote:Sophia Opal
{ Deer/Human Hybred ~ Single ~ Walking the halls ~ Scared/Confused }
Sophie's sharp deer ears picked up the sound of the man yelling and she froze in her spot. Eyes wide she stopped breathing and stood stock still of a few moments before figuring it was safe again. Cautiously she rounded the corner to see the boy curled around his knees. Flicking her ears she backed up a step, making the floor creak. Stopping and holding her breath again she stared at the man; looking for any sign of dangerous movements he might make towards her. Her eyes scanned his body and her heart raced, her ears erect towards him she swiveled one behind her and watched.
A hunter. A human. It's going to kill me she thought in her head.
Clavicus Vile started blankly at the offending machine in front of him. Some time past, but he had no idea how much. He lost the sense to tell time a millenia ago; time was useless, and annoying, since one of the "good gods" ruled over it.
At some time, a girl stepped in front of him, "Need help?" She asked. He looked up. She was rather pretty for a mortal; black hair, a long black dress (pretty revealing for a girl...Her ankles showed!) adorned with feathers, feathers in her hair and around her shoulders...And wings. She must like birds. She reminded him of his sister, Nocturnal; the Goddess of Night, who loves those stupid mortal animals--the owl and raven.
As much as he would like some guidance in this world, he couldn't take it. Taking help from a mortal...He shuddered at the very thought.
Then again...He had no magic. He had tried to use his magic before, and nothing happened. He couldn't even shapeshift, or possess someone...He might as well be mortal. Disgusting.
Vile stood and tried to ignore the unfamiliar feeling of wetness. He looked at the girl and said nothing, simply walking behind her. Along the way, she picked up some horned girl who also reminded him of a sibling--this time Hircine, the God of the Hunt who liked to take the form of a man with an elk's head. Somehow, the little group ended up in a large room with a wooden floor. The feather-girl called it a "gym". He mentally called it "smelly."