✸ {EVIL'S HOUSE [Wiccan]

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aristotle // council member // with no one
The young-looking man was in the Council's library, idling flipping through some novels in the old language. He wasn't quite sure where his familiar was in the moment, though the Wizard was sure his partner would show up if anything was amiss. Leaning back in the chair, he contented himself with sulking in the comfortable armchair. In a while, Ari knew, he would head out to do whatever. But for now, he was quite okay with not causing mischief.

orion // familiar // with bluebell
Orion hadn't been asleep. It had been a relatively stressful night for him, full of tension and insecurity, and as a result he had been unable to fall into the comfortable darkness. So he was already away when the soft knock sounded on his door, followed shortly afterwards by a familiar voice. Pushing back the brown hair that had flopped into his eyes, the teen made his way over to the door, opening it up in one swift gesture. His brown irises scanned the face of his partner - heavy-lidded from the lack of sleep. "It's early in the morning," he stated matter-of-factly, as if it wasn't obvious. "But ah, come on in." Stepping back, the brunette gestured into the darkness.

[deja vu]

Bluebell|Witch|Mood; Worried|Tags; Orion

When Orion opened the door Bluebell's face lit up until she saw the dark circles under his eyes. Brushing past him into the darkness of the room with a frown."Did you get any sleep last night?" she asked him although it was already clear he hadn't. Looking around the room she made way for his bed and sat down. Crossing her legs she watched him like a hawk as she waited for an answer. Bluebell was always upbeat and carefree but she found herself becoming serious when something was wrong with someone close to her, mostly her familiar. "Is everything okay?" She asked another question. Her eyebrow raised in curiosity.

[livingvirus.exe]

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Persian sat along in her room, eyes closed as she tried to focus her power. But reality warping was as difficult to use as it was powerful. She took deep breaths, but every time she opened her eyes, there was no change. Sighing, she glanced up as she heard soft tapping, glancing at the window. It was Wolf, back from his flight. Sliding off her bed, she opened the window and held her hand out, the large bird tucking its wings in and climbing onto her hand with a caw, before moving up to her shoulder. Stroking his feathers, she opened her door, moving out into the hall. Closing it again, she moved toward the Library, slipping in quietly. Glancing up, she saw Aristotle and Orphilia. Keeping her head down, she slipped past toward the spellbooks, taking one out and sitting near a window, opening it and flipping to a random page.

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Sargent sat on a roof ledge, eyes overlooking everything below him. In his cat form, he stretched, stalking along the side as he easily and agilely maneuvered, prancing from ledge to ledge until he was back on the ground. Tail flicking, he darted inside, giving himself a good shake to get rid of any dirt or dust. Sitting in a corner, he stayed in the hallway, simply watching everyone pass him without a second thought. A familiar without a partner, but luckily he had a couple more years to find one.

[nyctomancy]

aristotle // council member // with no one
The young-looking man was in the Council's library, idling flipping through some novels in the old language. He wasn't quite sure where his familiar was in the moment, though the Wizard was sure his partner would show up if anything was amiss. Leaning back in the chair, he contented himself with sulking in the comfortable armchair. In a while, Ari knew, he would head out to do whatever. But for now, he was quite okay with not causing mischief.

orion // familiar // with bluebell
"No, I haven't slept," the male admitted honestly, though given her question, he figured it was quite easy to tell. Following his partner to the bed, Orion sat down on the other half of the cot, a few inches away from Bluebell. When the girl hurriedly went on to ask if everything was peachy, Ry couldn't help but frown. There weren't, but it wasn't anything serious. "Yes, I'm fine," came his soft reply. "Just nightmares." Turning his soft brown gaze to the girl, the male's features crumbled momentarily as he watched Bluebell. He didn't want to admit her, but his nightmares were about her dying.

[ｂｉｎａ－ｃｈａｎ]

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Gᴡᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ Kᴀɪᴛʟɪɴ Rᴏsᴇɴʙᴇʀɢ

feeling;;rather bored
location;;her room
with;;caroline [open]
thoughts;;I could go for a good book right now.

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Gwenever Kaitlin Rosenberg, a young, dark hairdo witch, sat on the foot of her bed, hands in her lap as she looked forward, staring blankly into the wall before her. She ran a set of fingers through a part of her near black hair, twirling stands of it around her fingers. She looked around, eyes looking heavy with no emotion. Her door freaked, catching her attention quickly. She turned her head to hate door, waiting for who ever it was to enter, though it was most likely her sister.

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Cᴀʀᴏʟɪɴᴇ Cʟᴀʀᴀ Rᴏsᴇɴʙᴇʀɢ

feeling;;bored, but excited
location;;hallway > gwenever's room
with;;no one > gwenever [open]
thoughts;;...

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Caroline Clara Rosenberg, the complete opposite of her twin sister, Gwenever. She had light brown hair and wore a lot of light colours, more often white though. She set her petit hand on the door handle of Gwen's room, turning it and pushing the door open with a creak. "Hey, Gwen. You really should get out more. Didn't you say there was a library in here, we should go." She said, attempting a whisper but still being a bit on the loud side.

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Aɴᴛᴏɴʏ Dᴀʀᴇɴ Cᴏʀɴᴇʟɪᴜs

feeling;;like just flying away
location;;hallway [window]
with;;alone [open]
thoughts;;I just wanna get out of here, its boring.

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Antony Daren Cornelius, the tall dark haired flirt. He stood, hunched over slightly at a window, arms resting on the sill of it. He signed, resting his forehead to the glass of the window, already rather bored of this place. He stood up straight, running a hand through his hair before turning and walking down the hallway a bit more, glancing out any windows as he passed them, not paying attention at all to where he was going.

[B0N3D4D1]

★ Markus ★ Wizard ★ Tags: Open ★
Markus laid in his bed staring at the ceiling, finding it was hard to sleep last night but even harder to actually get out of bed in the morning. The male sighed before rolling onto his side staring at the door, debating if getting up now would be the best choice or try to sleep for at least another hour. Though of course he knew he'd choose getting up even if he wished to stay in the warm sheets on his bed.

After a few minutes of silence as his mind went through the pros and cons of getting up, the male soon sat up with a light yawn as he stretched his arms a bit. Sure he was tired but he figured he could somehow manage to sneak away later for a nap or something. Markus preferred to sleep during the day, being somewhat nocturnal, exploring during the night or just relaxing in the darkness.

[livingvirus.exe]

Tags; Antony

Sargent was quiet content to stay there, laying down as his eyes squinted slightly. His ears fell back, as he was prepared to fall into slumber...
"Ouwch!" He hissed, suddenly jerking up, fur fluffing up to make him appear ten times his actual size. His ears pushed forward again, and his mouth opened, revealing sharp teeth as his eyes narrowed. He skittered away from the person who had trod rather rudely and painfully on his tail, said appendage flicking wildly as he backed up, before shifting back into his human form, hair ruffled. Smoothing it back uncomfortably, he cleared his throat. "Sorry about that..." He commented, shoving his hands in his pockets so he didn't start biting his nails out of habit. Even he, standing at his tall height had to tilt his head up to see who had disturbed him, but eventually just stared at the ground, intensely admiring Antony's shoes.


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Persian eventually got bored of reading, and sat up from the floor, glancing at Wolf. Standing, she slipped the book back where she found it as opposed to checking it out, and stepped into the hallway, long brown hair falling over her shoulders. Straightening her shirt, she ventured down the hall, glancing at the doors as she passed, blinking casually.

[Do you want Markus to meet Persian?]

[ｂｉｎａ－ｃｈａｎ]

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Aɴᴛᴏɴʏ Dᴀʀᴇɴ Cᴏʀɴᴇʟɪᴜs

feeling;;startled
location;;hallway
with;;sargent
thoughts;;...

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Antony jumped back when he was hissed at, staring down at what he assumed was a feline, watching at it shifted into a human. "I should be sorry." He said, chuckling softly to himself as he rubbed the back of his neck. He waited a moment in silence before speaking again. "What are you doing napping in the halls anyway?" He asked, letting his hand drop back at his side, slipping his thumbs into his pockets as he stood, waiting for the other's response.

[deja vu]

Bluebell|Witch|Mood; Playful but a bit worried|Tags; Orion

A sigh escaped from Bluebell's lips as she leaned back to look at Orion's ceiling "Nightmares, huh?" looking over her shoulder at Orion she smiled villainously. Her eyes watched him playfully. "Want me to brew you up a potion?" She asked him jokingly. Anyone who knew Bluebell knew she couldn't cook anything to save her life. This included potions. Every time she tried to make something it was always deadly and bubbling green. The other Witches used to tease her, which of course bothered her but by now she learned to just laugh along.

Ophelia|Council|Witch|Mood; Intrigued| Tags; -

Twisting her finger through her curly and tangled mess called hair, Orphelia 's eyes moved side to side quickly as she read a spell book. She had been clearing out the attic when she stumbled upon an old shelf filled with different spell books. She figured no one had bothered with if for years because it had a pound of dust weighing down on the books but her need to quench her curiosity to the better of her as she cleaned up the shelf and all the books upon it. Picking the seemingly most interesting one she left with it in her hand. "Poisons and Mishaps" was written in gold flowing cursive letters on the inside of the cover. Orphelia was never really intrigued in poisons instead she found her intrest in charms and curses but knowing a little about the deadly things never hurt anyone, maybe it'll save her someday? Now she sat in the library open to all. Laying down on a black leather chaise longue she took a break to look away from the tiny black letters and looked outside of the large stain glassed window, a rainbow of lights landing on her face as she laid her head down. Once again she had read through the night.

[livingvirus.exe]

Tags ; Antony

Sargent once again cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his feet around. "No, it's fine." He insisted, it was his fault, after all. He was sleeping in the halls. "And... I dunno. It's just comfortable, and I like watching the people." He answered, glancing up at Antony, who was at least three, four inches taller than him. He struggled for something to say, awkwardness once again settling over him. "I.. uh, I'm Sargent." He stuck his hand out to shake.