XI. Free Rein [Friday 14th, Evening]

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XI. Free Rein [Friday 14th, Evening] Dec 15, 2012 4:13:31 GMT -5

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Post by jer on Dec 15, 2012 4:13:31 GMT -5

19:34:06 [Cas] With the Hex grounds as their empire, there were many places the terrible quadrumvirate could meet without the prying eyes and eavesdropping ears of the faculty or other students. Many days, it was simply to enjoy some actual relaxation. Other days, it was because their subject matter might require the extra security and caution of a quiet location. Today, it was in the attic of one of many spires. The spiral staircase’s stone bricks and walls echoed noise so readily, it was a great early warning system for anyone who sought to keep some things private… or just generally disliked being snuck upon. Cassidy was one of many who frequented the attics – but certainly not the one who used them the most in his circle of close friends – and ascended the final few steps with his eyes focused expectantly ahead of him for when he reached his destination.

19:52:45 [Brice] The attics were usually a reasonable place for Brice to practice his music. It was, after durusball, an activity from the school he didn’t mind participating in. If anything, the only grating fact about music was his apparent obligation to taking a class for it. Worse still was his obligation to learn “dance” while in Bewitchment. He did not think he needed to be a good dancer, or even an adequate dancer since his skills did not exist heavily in the world of physical expression. His expression came through the strings of his violin, cello, or guitar; his talents floated through the air with the notes slung by the horse hair bow sliding across the strings of his Stradivarius violin. At current, it was the instrument he chose to practice, fingers sliding up and down the slender neck of the wood bodied instrument as his other hand blurred from the speed and intensity of his playing. He stopped in the very middle of a note when he heard the footsteps presaging Cassidy’s arrival. “Hey,” came his insouciant greeting, attention returning to his violin though it was now divided in half so that Cassidy was afforded some attention. "Whare's the rest o'the gang?"

20:40:43 Lachlan passed a look towards Jeremy with a stone cold silence; after their conversation the previous night, Lachlan found himself unable to truly speak to his roommate. They walked side-by-side, both headed towards the same destination—the attic—though in truth, Lachlan wanted to be anywhere but with Jeremy. He let out an exaggerated sigh and folded his arms across his chest, as the two began to make their way up the stairs. “Why wouldn’ ye tell me ye wanted to do some’tin like dhat?” the direct question cut the silence like a razorblade, with it, his attitude oozed off in blatant force. The Manxman rolled his eyes and looked ahead, “Nev’a moyn’…not like it matt’tahs anyway, ye already tuck ye chahn’ss an’ ran with it” he said. The entrance to the attic soon came into view and the healer could not have been anymore happy to end a conversation with the one that had up until this point, been his best friend out of the group. In truth, Lachlan could not have imagined ever being this upset with the West Countryman, but he felt like the other had left him out to dry and looking rather stupid. Lachlan adjusted his blue and yellow scarf before he readied himself to enter the attic; however first he cast one last look at Jeremy and with it a “Feck you….” fell from his lips.

20:51:54 [Jer] The last day of classes: done. With midterms behind and so much more ahead, the seer ought to be in the highest of spirits. However, not all is well for the hapless teen, not even for a lad who should be feeling on top of the world. Tethered, his head kept from ever floating too high, he's been thoroughly reminded of his place and his priorities in life. With a gross efficiency, Lachlan has essentially shut him down - every daggered glance scaring his sights aside, every word like a hard shove against the spire wall. By the time they reach their destination and the final sentence falls, the country boy is rendered into a shadow of crystalline shame, frozen in place and without the conscious will to trudge any farther. "Lach..." His voice and gaze are finally mustered to lift; and yet, too little and too late, their recipient is already curtly away to join the fold of friends. For the moment, Jer just wants to keep generally where he is, shifting only a step more to brace shoulder against the frame.

21:04:29 [Emri] Familiarity of the school ran deep through the upperclassmen. It didn't require much conscious effort to recognize when their voices had rounded the corner, with Emri himself following shortly thereafter. Similarly he was careful to express a restraint of his steps, readjusting his route at every threat of a creak through the increasingly weakening floorboards the farther he ascended through Hex. The threat of the Seer's precognitivity doesn't seem to pass his mind as he lingers near the entrance of the meeting, lending an ear to an offered words between the Accents, and an odd smile peels itself free as he realizes the small argument between the two friends.

21:20:08 Cas offered a shrug for the Siren’s question when he entered the attic and headed straight for a window to sit himself down and start patting himself down for this evening’s festivities. An understated flask is the first item to come out of his hoodie (since he’d shed his uniform after classes). An apple soon followed and both items were set on the windowsill along with their keeper. The shifter accented Lachlan and Jer’s arrival with unscrewing the top of his flask and letting the cap clang on the body. “And te meeting is called.” Cassidy lifted the flask up in a false cheer and tipped it to his lips for a swig before offering it to the open attic – and, more importantly – any of its inhabitants while he picked up his apple for a subtle chaser.

21:26:58 [Brice] The evidence of a brawl he’d been in existed on his face; unhealed, his eyes had entered the first stages of bruising with the dark purple of broken and busted blood vessels coloring his right eye, while his bottom lips remained pink and just coming down from its swelling, with a cut close to the corner of his lip standing out as the most red thing on his mouth. He’d cleaned himself up well enough, and had avoided questions of “what happened” by explaining that he’d either fallen down a flight of stairs, or taken a durusball to the face. He reassured teachers, staff, and other students that he would eventually visit the infirmary and get his wounds and visible scars healed, though up until now the thought hadn’t occurred to him. It was after seeing Cassidy and seeing firsthand the work he’d done to the other’s face that he was reminded of his own facial decorations. Luckily Lachlan arrived, who had all the necessary skills to heal them both up, which Brice would ask him to do once he was done scrutinizing the expression on the healer’s face, and the intense air extending palpably between him and the uncharacteristically reserved Seer. “Alright?” His greeting to the two was, in this context, just as much a greeting as it was a question to the two’s disposition. It doesn’t take him long, however, to put things together, and after looking at Lachlan again, he casts Jeremy a knowing look; a glance that says he is fully aware of what is finally transpiring between the two. That in mind, his violin playing is ended, and he rises to approach Cassidy and the offered flask. “I’ll take some. We’ll need it.”

21:57:25 Lachlan had paid no mind to the calling of his name by the other, instead he continued up into the attic. Upon his entrance he was offered liquor, to which the Manxman proudly took ahold of and downed a good taste. He clenched his eyes tightly together for a moment and winced. “Whoo…” he said too aloud. Next his attention came to fall upon the wounds of Brice and Cassidy, the healer shook his head and then offered “Ye two need te do some’tin about dhose knicks what not….” Lachlan approached Brice first, his hand hovered over one of his black eyes. A golden lip appeared around the healers hand and within moments, the black eyes would disappear; Lachlan continued his healing touch, allowing for any other damage done to be healed. With Brice out of the way, Lachlan focused his attention towards Cassidy, “Yur next….” he motioned for Cassidy to come closer.

22:20:10 [Jer] By a cruel circumstance of the present, Jeremy is too deeply entrenched in his own situation to see five seconds beyond it, causing an acute narrowing of his normally expansive visions. In fact, he's become so resoundly stunted and closed off that nigh a single prediction can dare approach. Like sparrows caught in a storm, such things will only alight and land once his mind has settled of its tumult. That said, it's by Brice's unsure greeting that his gaze is actually pulled to the interior of the room (and he sees the battle wounds on the Crux duo's faces). "Bloody 'ell," he voices, touched with rushed consternation. Unfortunately his appraisal of the pair will inevitably snag on the siren's finite look; and in catching that split second of a read, his own sights falter elsewhere. "W... What'd you lot get mixed in?" he then recovers, directing the question to the unobtrusive Cassidy instead while Lachlan is busy tending. Regardless of whether his ginger curiosity is answered or abandoned, he nudges away from where he'd stood and reaches out for the flask that's going around. It won't be enough between the four of them, not even for one of them alone, but a swig or two will serve better than nothing. "Brice," he begins as his tone lends a somber mood. "Things are movin. I 'ave a room... an others are startin'a care bout the murders."

22:35:32 [Emri] With an awareness that is likely clouded by the brief achievement of managing his secrecy thus far, Emri dares closer to the edge that he's taken refuge behind, farthest from the totality of the group. As moments pass during which the four of them can talk and ideally grow more comfortable, the fifth-year dares a peek at them—Brice and Cas most notably (he already knew Jer and Lachlan were there.) In this position he's careful to watch them and draw back from the voyeurism should any of them glance his way, silently etching a proverbial pad of notes. He had first wanted to ask Jer a question or two, but it seemed the Seer had more to him than simple visions.

22:45:46 Brice appreciated both alcohol and healing, finding that the warmth of one followed very nicely with the warmth and respite of the other. Alcoholism wasn’t something that the siren saw in his future, but even at his age he could appreciate the merits of alcohol. Among those merits, the numbing and desensitizing effect were particularly useful, leaving Brice capable of more effectively delivering an apathetic disposition to most of whatever topics occurred in the span of the attic discussion. The first inquiry directed at him as to the origin of his wounds receives such a dispassionate response. “Nothin’,” he says with detached concern, as if it were a rehearsed reaction to the same question, “me an’ Cas jus’ solved a few problems.” The amendment to his statement is genuine but purposefully lacking in details, serving as the only deviation from his prepared story. His interest is more effectively garnered by the news the seer presents next. “Is tha’ right,” he mused, eyes quickly shifting off towards the entrance before catching a shadow disappearing behind a corner. He frowns and narrows his eyes at the area before lifting a hand and turning his wrist in circles, signaling Jeremy to stop. His chest rose with expanding lungs as a breath was taken. “Strangers shouldn’ ‘ide,” he said, words and breath colored with the allure only a Siren could produce, “come out an’ say hi.” He beckoned whoever hid (Emri) from their concealed space, using the basic acoustics of his voice to reveal their guest.

23:17:28 [Lachlan] All of the healing out of the way, the healer pulled his hands away from the Cassidy and sheathed them in his pockets. Instead of joining in on the conversation, the Manxman sat silently with a less than happy expression painted about his features. The more times he heard about Jeremy’s plans for the future the unhappy about it all Lachlan became. The day that he thought would never happen was now before him—and stung like no other. Lachlan’s attention was pulled away, however by Brice’s siren’s call echoing throughout the room. He focused his attention in the direction of Emri, his eyes squinted in order to see. Who would follow them up to the attic? Lachlan then removed his hands from his pockets and prepared himself for any impending actions he may have to take, namely the casting of a warding spell.

23:41:57 [Emri] For a moment all seems well as the group of them continue about their business, conversing of a room. That is, until Emri catches wind of Brice's words and quite literally freezes in his spot, legs poised to make a wild dash for the exit. But there's a deathly familiar lure to the Siren's words—one that had been practiced, yet not fully implemented. There was a tug in each of the directions, but ultimately it would come down to his own choosing. He eventually steps out from the shadow he had managed to unsuccessfully sneak into, boasting a smile that reeks of a false confidence while his hand has dug its ways into the depths of his pant-pocket, fumbling with the tool that very well may save him. After all, his encounter with Lachlan had been brief and dangerous, and Emri assumed him and the Seer weren't on as good of terms as they had started; it was only natural that the remaining two held him in a bad light. "Don't want no trouble," is all he initially offers the lot of them.

23:51:00 [Jer] By the signal's ready behest, the seer cuts off in the midst of his propensed divulgence. Vaguely-puzzled sights are set upon the siren first before he sends his attention striking to the entrance, already halfway full of chagrin for not having known any better. However, when the face of the 'stranger' comes into view, recognition isn't the only sentiment that floods those grey-blue pools. "Emri?" he utters in disbelief - before taking a sudden dive into anger. "Ya bloody idiot!" Unexpectedly hoisting a tone that's more of a castigation than anything else, he hurriedly shoves the flask into the nearest person's hand and goes for the fire mage. With a gait of purposeful strides rather than an explosive sprint, he doesn't appear to be cocking back any punches or offensive measures of the like. But, assuming he hasn't a reason to stop before reaching him, Jer will grab a fistful each of the older teen's shirt and shove him back against the spire wall. "What'd you 'ave ta follow me fer?" he hisses in that same tilted diction. "What do you want?"

23:52:04 [Brice] The appearance or lack thereof would determine to what extent Brice turned the juice up on his abilities. Weak minded individuals, who made up the bulk of the student body, usually bent to the simplest of manipulations, though there were the sparse few individuals, teachers included, who required a large chunk of Brice’s focus and power. He, admittedly, wasn’t expecting to have to try very hard. He was pleased to find that his efforts were successful, and Emri, a student actually in the same year as him, emerged from obscurity and presented himself with a smile on his face. Brice smirked, boasting no false confidence. He was completely sure in his ability. “Who wants trouble,” he inquired, continuing to work his magic to greater effect. His words, themselves, boasted no outwardly apparent difference in nature than if he were speaking regularly, hence the danger of sirens…or, at the very least, hence the danger of Brice. It was hard to tell when he was manipulating you, either because he’d barely done anything before you were seeing things that weren’t there, or because he’d make you forget the second he was done. In this case, it didn’t seem like he was exerting effort at all. “No one’s gonna ‘urt you,” he continued, shrugging, “and yoo don’ wanna ‘urt us.” It was the combination of his statements that empowered his abilities; reassuring the mage that he wouldn’t be harmed hopefully reduced his desire to hurt them. It was the strong effect of a siren to lull people into states of comfort; into places of calm, and security. For the time being, that security wasn’t false. Brice had no particular interest in inflicting harm right now; not when his mind was already flipping through ways he could bend this situation in his favor. Jeremy's clearly hostile disposition doesn't necessarily threaten to undo what Brice has set up and put in motion, but it certainly isn't constructive, prompting the Crux siren to lift a hand in the seer's direction and still him “What can we ‘elp yoo with, aye?” Far more amiable.

00:25:47 [Emri] Jer's reaction is truthfully unexpected, and he's unprepared to defend against the sudden hostility as he's pushed back along the floor, feet clumsily stepping back alongside one another before he's finally found the solidity of the wall. It’s a surprising comfort, but there's still a hostility to deal with. "I wanted to talk to you," he begins at Jer, soon turning his attention back to Brice. There's a possible ignorance, but Siren or not there wouldn't have been any resistance to the mage. He's entirely aware of the odds at which were against him; it was undeniably better for him to just roll with whatever the lot of them were about to throw his way. "Like I said," he begins to continue on, braving to push Jer aside had Brice's gesture shooed the Seer aside, "I was comin' to meet him when I saw 'im and..." he isn't entirely sure what to call Lachlan, so a simple gesture suffices. "and 'im comin' up here. It didn't take much to figure out that something was going on—I wanted to know what." It’s a simple, easy confession. But he hadn't dared mention why he was coming to see the oracle.

00:38:38 Jer doesn't appear completely defanged by the elemental's excuse, entreating or not. Under different circumstances, the scenario could have played as a mirror opposite to this; but given so many subtle fragments leading up to now, the seemingly unfounded confrontation had sprouted. Regardless, it's too late. He was too late. The siren's hook is vast preparing to pierce back out the metaphorical cheek and, as he unquestionably loosens and forsakes his hard grip on their intruder, the best he can do now is detach from previous cares and open his mind's eye. Thus relegated and resigned, he steps back (helped by the warding nudge aside) and soon uses the threshold's frame as his shoulder's support. Like this, he'll clog the only sane way in or out of the room (and afford himself the quickest exit should he need it). All this being true, it is of small note that the seer has grown curious in the wake of the confession: talk about what? Yet more presently important is where Brice goes from here.

01:08:49 Brice listens intently to Emri’s explanation, keeping only marginal attention on Jeremy to make sure he doesn’t charge their guest again. He is, otherwise, regulating his powers while allowing what little amount of alcohol he consumed to course through his system, warming up his veins and keeping him, for all intents and purposes, calm. Not that he needs the help. “Nothin’ ‘appenin’ hare, mate. Jus’ a couple o’friends chattin’ an’ shootin’ tha breeze.” His lie is nigh impossible to see through with his powers kicking in again to add to their credibility, not that Emri had much to work with on the contrary. Perhaps, however, he’d heard the first parts of Jeremy’s briefing? If he had, then that wasn’t really a problem. So other students knew that there was another group of kids not believing everything that authority had to tell them… who cares? The only thing that might prove problematic is the knowledge that Jeremy was bringing what he learned to them, which may result in him being…ousted from the group. That couldn’t happen, and so Brice settled on fixing that issue. “Hey, why don’ you ‘ave a drink with oos? We ware jus’ about to hear what Jeremy had to say about the murders in the school. Maybe what you ‘ave to ask Jer coincides, aye?” He steps forward and offers Emri the flask previously shoved into his hand as a sign of good faith. He even shakes it to show that there is still some good stuff in there. Brice was trying to be nice and make a friend.

01:29:33 [Emri] Though entirely convinced of their meeting being nothing but innocent, Emri's previous knowledge of Jer's words outweigh the strength of the Siren he had begun to exude. But now there's a noticeable ease to the fifth-year, and he accepts the offered flask far too hastily than he had normally. "I doubt it," he idly remarks about Jer, "Doubt he can even see what I need 'im to." The observation is brushed aside with a swig of the liquor. He doesn't particularly express an urge to ask the Seer of his inquiry that moment, but was Emri even aware of the Siren's influence as of late? Not likely. Knowledge of the race could only go so far in defending against their ability—the rest came down to Brice's power, and Emri's will; unfortunately, they weren't matching up as well as he would have hoped. Lingering between the exit (which Jer had blocked) and the rest of the fellows, he remained silent, allowing the Seer to take back the conversation of murder. Unaware of the strings in play, or not — he's smart enough to bite his curious tongue and ask him of the room, and what exactly was moving.

01:40:54 Jer tenses up, a direct result of Brice's cooperative suggestion striking his brain. The things he could tell, would have told the crew, are quite possibly all the wrong things that he doesn't want to utter in front of Emri. By his own plans, said tidbits of info either come later or not at all. Will he need to rework? Possibly not, not as his evasive instincts begin to gear and ready for the occasion. So he relaxes again, and his soft-featured gaze is sent to resettle on their inquisitive fire mage. "Can't know till ya try me," he offers, his pride as a seer admittedly a bit bruised beneath the surface. Opting to abdicate his stoic expression, he eases on a more smoothed look of convivial interest. And yet, even to that, there courses a thin sliver of cheeky knowing in his smile. "Or mayb' we should be askin you, then?" he voices, crossing his arms. The foot closer to the wall is lifted too, just the toe of it made to touch the floor now. "'Ow'd the midnight meetin go? Catch the killer?"

Last Edit: Dec 26, 2012 2:01:37 GMT -5 by Mila

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XI. Free Rein [Friday 14th, Evening] Dec 16, 2012 5:37:37 GMT -5

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Post by xander on Dec 16, 2012 5:37:37 GMT -5

Calyope - Was there anything better in life than a steaming cup of hot cocoa? Well, lots of things. Sex, booze, boys, swimming, singing. But for now, this was heaven on earth. She'd found a bench and taken up chilling, literally, on it. Ankles crossed and tucked under the bench. She sipped the drink slowly, enjoying the warmth, relishing in the delights of it. She needed to go do her homework, but she was content in the coolair, watching the snow fall about her. She'd let her hair down and it was flowing curly around her shoulders.She pulled her coat around her and took another sip and a long sigh. She thought another moment. There was a Ball huh? Perhaps she should rustle up a male partner, or a date in general. But part of her wanted to stay far awhile from it. Sheknew, deep within her, it would bring her Siren out, full tilt, and she din't know if she could handle that.

Trix - As, what delights the Fae felt this day as she meandered through the hallway toward the outdoors. There was certainly something definitively different about the girl as she move, a light in her step, a smile ever present upon her elegant face. Blond curls danced around her features, hair abound in it’s natural wildness gathered around her face, framing it like an aura of light, while deep blue hues stared ahead, her sights and such readily given to those who passed her by. Adorned in her navy coat with the crest upon the chest, she manoeuvred in a manner that was decisive, one foot after the other as she exited outside. Classes were done for the day, and the night spanned ahead of her. Friday night which meant lights out was much later than during the week. Her thoughts dallied on previous events, and ever so often, she’d allow a soft chuckle to flow from her lips, before spinning around in a pivot motion before moving forward again. Trix was, in all ways a happy Fae, there was naught pulling her down and her confidence was beginning to grow. Step by step, each baby distance would pull her toward the woman she would one day be, alive and free by binds she’d always held herself within. Studies were at always in her mind, but the needlessly wasting of time on numbers and words seemed almost insignificant to the girl now. Before long, she was outside in the courtyard, her gaze falling upon Calyope as the girl say. She knew the girl from her classes, being they were in the same year. They shared many things together and over the time they had spoken and become closer. Trix would say they were acquaintances, but she was shy of other people and tended not to get to close to others for fear of being hurt. However, that was changing as of late and thus the Fae Mage trundled her way toward the Siren, waving an hello due process as she broached the distance. “Hey Calyope! How are you!?” She questioned curiously, with a sincerity to her words. “What you thinking about you? You seem so lost in thought!”

Calyope was lost in thought and song. Granted she was ina different lyrical way than the way she'd been singing to the injured Syd, the Healing James and the water mage Lilia. She was lost in song about being a good girl. She was singing super softly, as if only to herself. 'The dress is Chanel The shoes YSL The bag is Dior Agent Provocateur My address today, LA by the way Above Sunset Strip, the hills all the way My rings are by Webster It makes the heads twirl They all say, "Darling, what did you do for those pearls?" What?! I am a good girl ! The age I adore, the day oh no more Breakfast Polo Launch and pools at the shore ' She brought her head up as a voice caught her attention, drawing her from the cavity where her brain resided. She grinned wide and dusted off the bench beside her, offering it to the Fae. "Hey Trix. Caly works, ya know." She smiled. "I'm pretty good. Just practicing a set of Burlesque songs." She grinned impishly. "BUrlesque is a great work out, If you haven't tried it. " She rose and offered a wide smile. "It makes me feel elecctric." Caly rose and gavea stretch and looked over Trix with a wide grin. "You look good. YOulook happy, glowing even."

20:43:32 Trix had never thought much of Burlesque before. It wasn’t something that Trix would think of. Of course she knew of it. Read of it, but it didn’t really ring a bell with her in terms of singing and how it could be a work out. But, she didn’t want to act as if she was dumb in front of Caly and nodded, shaking her head with a smile. “I bet it is..” The words were out, she quite imagined it would be, so she wasn’t necessarily lying. A blush formed upon her cheeks however when Caly noticed her demeanour, and rose over the smooth ivory column of her neck. “Oh, thank you.. I feel good.” She commented in return, her gaze lingering on the woman. “I guess you could say I’m in a good mood overall. It’s almost Christmas which is my favourite time of year.” There was decidedly peaceful tone to the woman. “Are you going home for Christmas or staying here?” Trix answered, moving closer so she could sit down too.

Jake had certainly fell out of the right side of bed this morning. For once his dreams were sweet, no longer haunted by twisted nightmares he had come to expect, it seemed even the ghouls of the night needed their rest. A decent nights sleep was not all that the young wolf had been gifted with, as it was the last day of classes for the semester, with all assignments barely scraping the deadline, not even the flood of holiday projects and papers could dampen his spirits. Jake had luckily only been graced with a single free period this Friday, and for some it would be a blessing, for the Were it was a curse. Cutting wood in the outskirts of the forest, under the watchful eye of the crotchety groundskeeper, a chilling wind tickled his skin with each swing. The chore on most days had been a pain in the ass, today he met each swing with an out of tune whistle. His attempts at making conversation with the groundskeeper were always hastily cut off with a curt. “Less talking, more chopping.” And chop he certainly did. The hour had flown by as quickly as it had come, eager to leave the miserable duty and embrace the likely merry company of those within the Institute’s walls. Faces both familiar and unknown littered the halls and corridors, but none were of those he sought. Jake aside from classes had seen little of those he gladly called friends. It did not take long to find the comforting company of his usual crowd. “Here comes trouble. And where’ve you been hiding? Crying ‘cause you don’t have a date?” Charlie announced upon Jake’s arrival. With a playful punch to his arm, he retorted. “I already have a date actually.“ Smiling smugly, he sank into one of the cushiony armchairs of the lounge, illuminated by the fireplace, the small group chatting idly around it. “Oh yeah? And who is this unlucky lady? Better not be your sister mate, that would just be sad.” The banter had earned laughter from the group, only to falter at the nonchalant response of the wolf. “It’s not my sister, she already has a date so I guess you were too slow on that one Charlie. I am actually taking Lara Locke.“ Sniggers and smirks were exchanged when a younger lad questioned. “How did you get her to go with you? Isn’t that the girl who apparently killed someone?” Propping his legs up on the arm of his chair, his back resting against the opposite he replied. “The very same. We are going together, she just doesn’t know it yet.“ His mischievous trademark grin was met with raucous laughter and a cushion being frown at Jake for keeping the group in such suspense.

Jer - "S'lot she doesn't know." The seer, who is indeed out of sorts but nowhere near as badly as he will be later on tonight, abruptly announces his presence with a sentence equal parts terse and nebulous. Of course, his words aren't beyond the readily available truth. Lara isn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box, as it were. "A moment?" he asks of his athletic housemate, rooting the question closer to a friendly suggestion as he shortly cants his head aside, implying the decided need for the upperclassman to get up out of his cozy chair and walk with him a while. Currently looming only a foot behind Jake's head and towards the chair's backing, he's nevertheless unassumingly harmless, hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks and all.

Chase` 's day had been unusual. He hadn't been his usual charming, flirtatious self. He had hardly spoke all day, only speaking to answer direct questions. He had even been withdrawn from Mila, his best friend. No doubt she was feeling hurt by his lack of enthusiasm or his usual playfulness. Either that for she didn't care anymore. He hadn't been attending the popular crowd's illicit activities. The only time she'd really seen him or been in close proximity to him was their shared classes. He had been staring into the fire that people had been sitting around for an hour. His gaze was haunting, as if he were looking through them toward the flickering fire. But as Jake entered the room he was diverted. He looked at the guy as he joined his firned by the fire. Chase was sitting in a plush armchair, his legs hanging over one arm of the chair, his back against the other. He had never sat so still in his life. Nor for so long. He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head at the banter between Jake and Charlie. He knew that Jake's sister attended Hex, but Chase's assessment of the girl was that she wasn't his type. At all. However, Jake might have noticed the Earth Mage's odd behavior of late and his conspicuous absences from the Cool Kid Club's events. But should the werewolf look his way, he'd get an upnod and a grin from Chase, "I dunno about that dude. The Locke girl might just be smart enough to stay away from you. I get the feeling she might not want to be just another notch on your belt, brah."

Calyope would offer a smile and a soft shake of her head. "Nah, Mum and Dad are off on some cruise on the coast of Greece. I'm here for the holidays. Not that it's a bad thing. " She added and watched the blush. Oh-oh. What had made the fae so happy. It had to be more than the holidays. She offered another smile. "It's good you are happy. Happy suits you." She finished her drink and dusted off her shoulders of the snow. "What about you, Miss Tricksy Trix? Any big plans for Christmas, or will I see that grin gracing the halls?" She'd cant her head to the side and let a slow mischievious grin cross her face. "Or can I conjole you into running through the schoool singing Christmas carols wiht me?"

Trix felt strangely on the spot, but didn’t say anything to begin with. There were secrets the girl had, but no one had made it that close to the Fae’s heart, save a few. A relative few that could be named on two fingers. Her gaze however remained as it was, her eyes surveying around the area with an interest as to who or what may be around at this point. “As always I’m staying here. My Father can’t handle Christmas that well. If I go, it just reminds him of my mum.” She gave, the answer was just as much as she’d say to anyone. It simply was things as they were. Her father, stricken by grief had never had time for Trix once he was on his own. She’d lost the love of her Mother and her Father when her Mum had died. It was just how things were for the Fae. “’Though I’m happy to stay here. Christmas here isn’t so bad. It’s nice and quiet.” Of course, this year would be a little different as she had Jeremy in her life. She hoped to have a better Christmas than others. “As for singing, I’m not sure I could help much. I don’t sing much! And I might frighten you away.” The girl smiled convincingly. Of course her voice was much akin to an angel but it didn’t have the pull or sway a Siren’s voice would.

Coreii - Ah, she loved Fridays. Half days for her, morning classes till 12 and then it was back to bed. She didn’t have a room-mate, which was super lucky; her Fridays consisted of stripping to underwear and sleeping on top of her bedding since it was just too damn hot in her room. Two radiators, why?! But, she wasn’t complaining this season; the winter was a great season but she preferred it without the diamond-nipple coldness. With her alarm going off, the Hound lifted her head with a grumble and mutter of, what, who and where. To finally register the noise in her sensitive ears. Rolling over and itching at her hip to lower back, the Were slowly pushed herself to sit up and stretch arms above her head. Aaah. Jesus lord. Ruffling her hair, the female moved to climb off her bed and kneel beside her bed, suitcase tugged open to rummage through for her clothing. Flicking her lip-rings and checking her tongue-bar was still in place, he’d itch at her cheek to then rub at her eyes. Ugh, she needed to do her make-up again. Rolling on her floor, struggling to tug up her pale blue tights, she’d sit up once she got them into place. Black vest next, followed by an off-the-shoulder dress that ended mid-thigh. Fabulous. With denim shorts tucked underneath, he fixed on her blue doc martins, silver studs along the material near her ankles. Wonderful. Make-up was net, mostly eye-make-up and a bit of lipstick but she knew what made a Whore look like a whore and Punk look like a Punk. Less is more, right? Grinning; he’d grab up her wolf-ear fluffy hat to tug on followed by her leather half jacket before he yanked her song-bag onto a shoulder and skateboard under the other. Heading out her room, she looked both ways before running off down the hall; the stairs were her target, wishing to get outside as soon as possible. She wanted to go right near the Loch, it was perfect place to sit and think.

Jake - When Jake felt good, he liked others around him to feel the same way. The natural ability to walk into a room and bring all eyes on himself, an infectious charisma emanating from his presence. It was both a gift and a curse. Spreading smiles when he is happy but when the shit hit the fan and he is upset, so will be those that are around him. It was a wonder the boy wasn’t a siren, certainly seeming the type. Upon his arrival into the lounge, the banter had ensued and it didn’t take long for the conversation to drift into his favour, amused grins on every face, except one. Eventually the earth mage had also succumbed to smirking but something seemed absent, as if he was holding back. Jake being the detective he fancied himself to be, a regular Sherlock Holmes, he set a goal to enquire. “Stay away from me? You should know by now that I like a challenge.“ Ulterior motives hid behind his pursuit of the Magnus Pyro, with Brax having lost sight of his date on the night, Jake hoped to one up the Shifter, along with keeping himself rightly distracted, attention liable to wander on the night of the ball. A vaguely familiar voice behind him had earned an interested raised brow. “Sure, I can spare a minute or two.” Reluctantly sitting up from the armchair, with a stretch he made to walk beside his housemate, that after they were stopped by Charlie. “No kissing you two.” Making a face with puckered lips, word of a playful hug at their last meeting certainly got around fast, the rumour mill of Hex never missing a trick. “Keep making that face and you will be making it with broken teeth.“ His threat had not been unkind, just boisterous exchange between close friends. Before leaving the comfort of the group, Jake turned to Chase and asked. “You coming along? Wouldn’t be nice of me to leave you with these bastards.“ He joked but, the conflict with Emri had reached Jake’s ears and caution took precedence over youthful arrogance. “So what’s up? I don’t do autographs.“ Always playing, never missing the opportunity to make a joke or flatter himself. Whichever came first.

Calyope - "BAh. Bah, bah. It's Christmas. Everyone will sing." She grinned. The way Trix spoke of her father it seemed a bit sad. She reached a hand out, laid her hand on Trix's and merely let a few little words of White Christmas slip past her lips. Almost as if she was trying to comfort a saddened friend in the only way she could. A Song. She stopped after a bar or two and grinned, almost sheepishly. "Sorry, habit. I see a friend with anyhurt, I compulsively need to cheer them up." She grinned and offered an arm. "Care to join me in a cheery little jaunt for more cocoa? " She couldn't think of anything better to ask. She was in a goodmood, and being silly. YEt her thoughts would slip to her housemate. She'd have to check on Syd later. She let her dark eyes look back to Trix then around the area."Or if you have any idea as to what 2 6th years can get them selves into. I'm all ears."

Trix - Caly was asking the wrong person for extra curricular activities. Trix wasn’t one to bend the rules or go beyond them. Of course she knew of one secret, but it wasn’t hers to tell. She’d given it away as a Christmas gift and Trix remained tight lipped on such a thing. “Thank you for the song. But really, it doesn’t make me sad. I don’t hold anything against my Dad. It’s just the way things are.” She smiled with that glamorous smile that danced across her features, her eyes alight with the very flame within them that had been light for a day or so. She was missing Jeremy already, although she knew he had things to do. People to see. Visions to have. She couldn’t wait for the Ball for it meant he’d be with her the whole night and that was something she longed for again. Of course, being her first, it was much different for her than it likely was for him. “I can do that, I’m sure. Though, it would be fun to do something different. It’s Friday night. Usually I’m inside reading heh. I wish I had more to offer you.”

Jer - Even with the localized cacophony from the durusballer's friends, not least of which includes the mended earth mage sitting somewhat apart from the rest, Jeremy stays steadfast to his course. His eyes remain on his prize. Thankfully - for this makes things far easier - said prize actually agrees to abandon his chair and indulge the offset seer. Thus with a contented patience, even in spite of Charlie's cheeky mockery, he awaits Jake to rise (and possibly Chase to follow). Additional company will provide a smidgeon of complication but nothing outside his ability, nothing intrusive enough to veer him from his purpose. So, with an amiability that belies his true feelings, they won't begin on their aimless path until all members are properly aboard. (Interestingly, Jer hadn't even considered the possibility that the werewolf might have invited the other along for the sake of backup.) "Haa," he fakes an airy chuckle as they drift from eavesdroppers. "Auways the comedian." Thinking this a good a spot as any within the talkative walls of Hex, he subtly flicks a glance this way and that, checking. "But, serious now," he begins, reaching out to his side and latching onto a bottom fistful of Jake's shirt, just below the final rib. If the rumor mills are truly in work, then this (and what's to come) aren't going to help. Pivoting on his hold like it's his anchor, he faces chest-to-chest with his quarry and places a hand on the shoulder of the same side held hostage. "Someday," he quietly says, hushing the word into the teen's ear, "someday soon... yer friends will know what ya did." His gaze, hot as a poker, glides cold to the other's neck. "Did under that full moon. An when they do, it won't be pretty... an it won't be forgivin." His voice, at least a warm breath up until this point, suddenly turns to a cool whisper. "They're gon'a rip you a-part." He pauses, and then steadily eases from his contact. "A word of advice, Jakey," he briefly swings closer to that ear. "Jus 'cause they're smilin, don mean they won't throw ya under the bus first chance they get." Sheathing his hands in his pockets, he resigns himself to the deserved consequences of his intrusive actions.

Calyope - "And I'm either in the pool or sitting in my room singing and dancing." She added as a counter to her fae cohort. "Im pretty much a homebody. Try to be alone. I mean I'm going with Coreii, a younger girl in my house to the ball." She wasn't about to say that Coreii was the best frend she had, but it was true. She halfhad wanted to go with a guy, but she'd never admit to being a bit to shy to flirt enough to get one to ask her. She let dark eyes look to the sky then back to the Fae. "We could always talk Yule Ball gowns?" She offered that as a common ground for a conversation.

Chase` shook his head again at Jake's response, "That might just be a challenge you fail dude." He glanced aside as Jer appeared. He knew of the Seer boy, but he'd never exchanged words with him. He listened to Jake's friends for a moment before Jake extended his offer to go with. His eyes moved to Charlie and the rest and he sighed a little, "I might as well. I've been sitting down for too long anyway." He twisted a little, sliding his legs off the arm of the chair and stood up. Dressed in his school uniform that was now a little rumpled from his long time spent in the chair. He stretched himself out and then followed Jer and Jake. He found it odd and mildly homoerotic when the Seer leaned in to whisper to Jake. And without the kind of hearing that werewolves possessed, his only caught snippets of what was being said. Like the words 'know', 'did', 'full moon'. He frowned as Jer settled back to hear what Jake had to say and, to be honest, he was wildly confused at this point. And so he slid his hands into his pants pockets to wait for Jake's business to be done. He turned and walked a little apart, though keeping and ear cocked to the conversation.

Coreii - Oh wow. She didn’t expect to see this as she came skating down one hall to the next. She thought on her way down that her Brother could read some of the Lyrics she wrote during music earlier and being that he was the only person she had a heart-to-heart connection too. But when she came around that corner; she spotted her brother and some other lads, she might know the names off but faces weren’t coming to her. She couldn’t hear their conversation but she was reading the air rather well. “My brother’s a homo… I can’t tell if I should overjoyed or crying in despair, because Mom will make me have the kids to further the generations.“ She uttered at the end of the hall, pushing off her left foot, the right on the board-of wheels, she’d ease herself over to look at Chase and then Jer. “Oh god, is this a love triangle? Brother! You’re a whore!“ Her hands lifted in the air, as if asking God, ‘Whhhhy’, but she soon cleaned her act up to salute to them both. “Mind if I steal my brother for a few minutes? Or, ya’ll gunna take a trip to the showers to play, ‘drop the soap’?“ Grin-grin.

Trix felt bad. There were things she wished she could share easily with the girl. It just wasn’t in Trix to do so. It wasn’t her nature to be so open with an other who hadn’t worked their way into Trix’s trust. At the talk of the ball though, she did lighten up, her face raising that flush once more as she felt suddenly at ease in some way. She wasn’t one to talk fashion, but she had something up her sleeve for the ball. A beautiful glamour to hopefully bring the light to someone’s eyes. “I’m the same way. I always have been since I arrived.” Most people knew Trix for her skills in academics. She was always top of her class, and had excelled in many areas that gave her a name for herself. She tutored and taught, helping with homework, enough to give her enough acquaintances. But she never had true friends she could relate to and open up with. Perhaps Caly could be one such friend. She just needed to relax more and allow the woman in. Trix didn’t even have a best friend who was a girl. “I’m going with Jeremy Parker, he’s from your house. 5Th year..” She admitted as much, and found her lips parting into a grin. The courtyard was ever cool, outdoors was just the area she needed to be. Trix always loving to be beyond the castle walls. “He’s one of my best friends..” She made it seem like she had many, but most people knew Trix stuck to herself for the most part. Probably even Caly. “What color are you wearing?” She asked, curiously. Her mind was still stuck on several dresses she’d created in her mind. Each time she came up with something different. It made it hard because she wanted to impress and very much so.

Calyope - 'Im going with 4th year Coreii Connolly. She's probably the best friend I have at Hex." She shrugged and thought a moment."I am being indecisive. It's either Black or Red.I'd go pink, but I doubt it'd look that great. What about you? How are you going to light yourself up even more?" She thought a moment. Jeremy Parker..She knew she'd heard the name, but good gracious was the woman bad with faces and the like. She made a mental note to pay better attention to her surroundings. She popped her neck a bit. "And Sky high heels and simple, yet, elegant jewelry. Coreii is dressing in a hamburger." She grinned. "Yes I said hamburger."

Jake - The trademark Connolly grin, always a sign that the boy’s thoughts were nothing short of mischievous was ever present. The corners of his mouth always curled readily into that all too familiar expression. The borderline smug smirk was almost always genuine, but there were times when a mask needed to be worn. One of those rare times were about to fall upon the resident playboy. Chase had decided to join the pair on the unexpected walk, curiosity was all that pulled the Were from his friends, like always it was about to get him into trouble. “Challenge accepted.“ Followed by a confident wink, it seemed Jake had an ace up his sleeve, apparently assured that the girl would accept. The trio moved out of the lounge with ease, whatever Jer wanted from the boy would have to wait until they were in a place suitable, Jake just simply looked to him with an expectant expression as they strolled. Turning down the near empty corridor, the group suddenly came to a halt. The embrace was unexpected, he made an attempt to move but then stopped when Jer blocked his path. The next few words which fell from the Tritus’ students mouth had surprisingly not changed the boy’s expression. He was still smiling. Why? Someone knew his secret, the death of a student, blood on his hands and he found joy in it? No, far from that. “Interesting opinion, I won’t fault you there but I think you might have the wrong guy.“ To both the new arrival Coreii and Chase, his response would mean nothing, but what was about to come next would be a certain surprise. “Chase, be a mate and keep my sister occupied. Jer and I need to have a little chat.“ The smile albeit faked was still present but his tone was more that of an order, than a request. Waiting on the pair if they did so to leave them for just the barest of moments, the smile fell, the usual warmth in his brown eyes had been replaced with the feral sulphuric yellow. Pushing the Tritus seer into the wall, a single muscled arm pressing against his throat, sharpened canines bared. “You know nothing.“ From the reaction he had urged from the boy said the exact opposite. Mind raced a mile a minute. What did Emri say, the guy was a seer? “You have it wrong, now you’re going to forget what you think you know, or I will reach down your throat and rip out your insides. Savvy?“ His tone venomous, the wolf was awake, the cheek to his past words long lost. The pressure of his arm had been both strong and the force as threatening as his words. Stepping back, releasing the boy upon the arrival of a few students. Jake’s eyes would revert back to that common soul filled brown and the smile returned. No doubt the Seer would have something to say, he just hoped his sister and friend were out of earshot, that was if they didn’t stick around for the show.

Trix thought that Caly was joking and waited for the laugh to being, only it didn’t and Trix found herself slightly awkward at the situation. “Oh.. I see!” she commented to the burger dress, not sure exactly how to take it. “I suppose that would be pretty funny to see. She sounds like she has a good sense of humor.” Trix knew the last name Connelly. Knowing Jake who she had helped on several occasions with his studies and homework, she imagined this was his sister. Although she’d never met the girl per se. “It sounds delightful” Commented in regards to Caly’s dress options. “Black would be very suave, elegant and sophisticated. Red is very.. Flashy and.. Sexy.” The words left her mouth with a slight smile while she thought on her own dress choices. “I have two I’ve narrowed it down to, but both could be good in their own right, I suppose. But I’m not big on these things. I’ve not attended the Yule Ball before and this year was my first year attending the commencement ball.” she didn’t mention how she was stood up for it however. “Everyone pays so much attention to what girls wear. Why not what guys where?” As she imagined Jeremy dressed up - he already looked good now. How much better would he look in a suit?

Jer, who has since been able to toss Chase a certain flavor of a glance, practically goading him before abruptly softening to something pitiable, is then urged to return eyes to his original subject. After all, Jake was daring to refute a seer. "Cocky basterd," grins the Somerset native. But when his attention gets stolen by the true gaiety of a boisterous voice, those cloudy blues sail farther down the hall and meet the underclassman halfway. Cracking a smile more fit for a chuckle, he shrugs with a deliriously casual air and waves the siblings off. "Naww, m'finished with 'im anyw--" His joke of the same vein is inevitbaly cut short, dashed to dust as the older brother speaks up to the contrary. There's a definite atmosphere brewing now, growing ever thicker in the absence of outstanding company. Here comes what he'd resigned to. Feet forced to move and back hastily jammed against the stony wall, he hasn't a second to acclimate before that arm is bearing hard against his throat. "Jake," he strains to entreat the emerging wolf as he wrestles against the oppressive arm. Threat delivered, accompanying physical persuasion dropped only for the sake of appearances, the seer hunches over, one hand against the wall and the other at his abused neck, coughing. "F-fuckin idiot," he breathlessly retorts amid his parched choking. "An who ya thinks been keepin yer bloody secret??" Lifting the angle of his chin and just barely straightening, he imparts his gaze past his own mop of hair to regard his housemate. "Ya think I'm teasin fer a rile or somethin? Serious shit, this. I'm tryin ta warn ya. An b'fore ya get to thinkin I'm bein too charitable, m'only doin it fer the sake of durusball. Season's gon'a be bollocks ter bet on if yer dead."

Chase` glanced over as Coreii made her appearance. He shook his head, grinning slightly as the superpunk girl made her jokes about them. He threw a wink in her direction, "I'd be more likely to play a game of 'drop the soap' with you than your brother, baby. And God knows the only time I'd get anywhere near your vajay-jay is if I was wearing a hazmat suit, kay?" He did a little double take as Jake asked him to occupy his sister, "Dude. . . you cannot give me an opening like that." He moved away from Jake and Jer, giving them the space they apparently needed. He moved toward Coreii, grinning a little, "So who's the scumbag you're taking to the Yule Ball, Connolly? Or is it a girl this time?" He reached up to push his black curls from his face, , glancing over his shoulder to see Jake having shoved Jer up against the wall and, apparently, losing his temper. His brows knit. That was unlike him. As a sixth year, he should have been able to keep control no matter what happened.

Jake - To say the resident playboy was volatile would be an understatement. Usually keeping himself very calm and collected, it was unheard of that the boy held such a short fuse. The display of aggression was certainly rare, only a small handful had the displeasure of witnessing it in the past. Jer joining the unlucky ranks. The remark which followed upon Jake telling his friend to keep his sister occupied had merely brought more believability to the fake grin he held at the time. He had no qualms with Chase attempting to put the moves on his younger sibling, he knew that Coreii was more than capable of handling herself. Many had tried to reach her in the past, but soon they learn that the apple does not fall far from the tree, the she-wolf being just as bad, if not worse than her brother. The charade would not have been held up for much longer, attention returning to his housemate and the display of violence which shortly followed. Reaction had overtaken caution, Chase and Coreii hardly reaching the end of the corridor before Jake attacked. The threat had been met by the struggled passing of his own name past the Seer’s lips, letting him fall with the arrival of a potential audience. Brushing himself down, straightening his tie which seemed always eschew, he bent low to meet the eyes of the spluttering housemate. “You’re right, how rude of me.“ Helping Jer up, he brushed off his own uniform, sweeping away dust from his shoulders before Brown eyes met those of blue hue. “You best keep it up too. You see, I am the kinda guy who will kill the messenger. D’you know why? Because it sends a message.“ The excuse had been met with a raised brow, clearly he didn’t believe the boy but why should he, they barely knew one another. “Now how about you forget what happened here and remember.“ Jake running pinched fingers against his own lips as if fastening a zip. “Lips sealed.“ Neither would forget what had taken place, but if word got out about Jake’s dalliances on the full moon, there would be another student killer to worry about. He had a reputation to uphold.

Jer brusquely winds his own arm as he's being 'helped' up, eager to knock the athlete's hands off and away from him. Being no stranger to feigned civility himself, the younger wears a mild post-situational expression of distrust, contempt, and perhaps a speck of hurt too. What he's being submitted to now is a classic verbal shakedown (which is actually more generous a warning than he usually received growing up). Of course, the stakes are far greater here at Hex Institute, and stepping out of line like this is a first-class ticket to pain. He knows, he knew, that this laundry list item of a confrontation would send him scraping along a cliff's edge. But he couldn't avoid it, now could he? At least he's assured to live another day. "Yeah," he agrees, looking less rattled now but still of enough mind to placate the prodded beast. "S'rubbish, anyway. 'Ad the wrong guy. Sorry bout that..." Hand tracing the wall for the first initial steps, he slips from Jake's company as unoffensively as possible. Then, once out of arm's reach, he stuffs his hands in his pockets and walks off in hounded retreat, mindful to keep his head down... and his smirk quelled.

Chase` had looked back to see Jake disengaging from Jer, the two of them speaking for a moment, and then Jer was walking off. He turned toward Coreii, figuring she had first dibs on Jake, seeing as he was her brother, but she had vanished. Looks like she had found herself unarmed in their impromptu battle of wits! Guess that meant he wins. He'd move back up along the corridor toward Jake, looking after Jer, his hands in his pockets, "That guy just seems strange to me, man. Always like appearing out of nowhere and pulling people aside to whisper in their ears." He shook his head and lightly bumped his fist against Jake's shoulder, "What'd he want with you, anyway?" So far as Chase knew, there was little contact between Jer and Jake, but, well, when you've been here as long as Chase has, you know of just just about everyone. Could be the same between the pair. They were both Tritus after all. Maybe they hung out in the common room? Well, whatever it was, he had figured that Jake had had a reason for pulling him out of the lounge other than being some sort of contingency plan, so now all he could do was wait for it.

Jake was satisfied with the reaction, believing that the message of his own had sunk in. Being brushed off should be expected, after being threatened and manhandled by the Were must have been a serious blow to the Seer’s pride. “Not a problem, an easy mistake. I will probably see you in the common room.“ The faked friendly smile and accompanied words were a reminder. I know where you sleep. If word had got around of Jake’s full moon antics, he could easily get access to Jer, that was if faculty didn’t find him first. Upon the seer’s departure, making no effort to chase after him, he too turned and sought out more comfortable company. Lips held in a now much more genuine grin, he let out a short chuckle. “He isn’t so bad, he wanted relationship advice, the guy is sweet on a girl.“ The lie flowed easily, the wolf hidden once more, any signs of it’s brief appearance hastily hidden by the Jake Hex came to know and love. Gaze lingering upon the back of the Seer until he had left the corridor entirely, he returned his attention to Chase, seeing that his sister was not with him. “What happened to Coreii? Don’t tell me you scared her off, did you ask her to the ball or something?“ The playboy teased, stepping into the opposite exit of Jer’s. Assuming Chase would be accompanying him, he posed the question. “So did you decide on who you’re taking? Time is ticking.“ Tapping the imaginary non existent watch upon his wrist.

Chase` 's eyes grew wide as Jake lied about what had just happened between him and the Seer, "He asked for relationship adivce from you? That's like asking the Devil for advice on how to get into Heaven." He shook his head and turned with Jake to accompany the werewolf, then gave a sarcastic bark of laughter, "Me? Ask your sister to the ball? Be realistic bro. Totally not my type." And when the question came about who he was taking to the ball, he just lowered his head a little and shook it, his black curls bouncing off his cheekbone, "No one. Figured I'd either go stag or just not go at all. I was even thinking about going home for the holidays, but I haven't the past few years and it's my last year here. Plenty of Christmases and New Years' to come." He pulled his right hand from his pants pocket and slipped it into his vest for his pocket watch and checking the time. As he snapped the lid of the pocket watchclosed he ran his fingers over the worn engraving. He looked down at it consideringly, then reached for his inner power. He reached out with his mind to feel every las molecure of the metal cap and slowly he traced the lines of the images. He affected it at the molecular level to keep from making too many mistakes. And as his chestnut eyes watched, the engraving on the cap came back to life. He even went into the most minute details, meaning the leaves on the might oak, the jagged cliff face. Even the bark. All done within a matter of seconds. His secret santa project had done a great deal to further his knowledge.

Jake laughed freely at the mention of the boy giving away advice, with a twinkle in his eyes, equally as mischievous as his white toothed grin he replied. “Better the devil you know, than the one you don’t.“ How mysterious his words were, but they held so much truth it was damn near laughable. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise to Chase, the moniker of playboy did not just include getting into a girl’s panties, sometimes a finer touch, taste for the sweeter approach was needed. Jake just so happened to be skilled in such, a shame that was not the reason Jer wanted him. The response from the earth mage had brought rise to a new question, one filled with curiosity much akin to that which the wolf so easily fell to. “Oh? And what is your type?“ The two hadn’t really spoken as much alone, usually in large groups which meant he knew little of the Crux student. What better way to know a guy than to know just what gets his tail wagging. Their stroll held no particular destination, but from the route they had instinctively taken, it seemed the two were heading for the great hall. Students already flooding in for their evening meal. “You can’t miss out on the ball.“ Jake urged. “It should be…interesting.“ By now Chase would know that Jake was one of few who had taken part in the many pranks which riddled Hex’s walls, the candy cane’s being one of the most recent debacles.

Chase` laughed a little, knowing damn well that Jake had been involved in a number of the pranks around Hex. When he said that the ball would be interesting, he just couldn't help it. He shrugged, "I dunno. I'm just not feeling the holiday spirit I guess. Plus it doesn't help that the chick I wanted to ask already got herself a date." He slid his pocket watch back into his vest pocket and continued on with Jake. When the guy asked what his type was he couldn't help but grin, "My type? Well, no offense to your sister, dude, but I've gotta say no to the ink. And the hair? What a disaster. Give me a nice clean-skinned girl. I wouldn't mind one or two tats if she already had them. And brunette. Shoulder length or longer for me. The longer the better though. It's my weakness. Long-haired brunette with nice full lips. Gets me every time." He gave himself a little shake and then grinned at Jake. The guy was smart, so he'd know exactly who that sounded like. But still, he wanted to be honest. He wanted to be friends with the guy, even though Jake had broken his face during the candy cane incident. As Chase understood it, he'd deserved it.

Jake could tell that Chase was not in the spirit of the holidays, despite the cheer he had shown and joining in with the jokes from both earlier and now, something was wrong. Exactly what was soon revealed to him. One girl within their inner circle had stood out amongst the rest, description almost matching perfectly. “Well chin up, there are plenty of girls out there. You just need to pick one.“ Getting over a crush was hard, Jake knew, he was surviving one of his own. The words which next fell from his lips concerning his sister were followed by the obligatory “no offence.” Which meant no doubt, the words would be offensive. “Coreii would eat you up and sit you out mate, but she likes a bit more of a fight in her meals.“ He laughed, his words were not unkind, as playful as his nature. Taking a seat on the Tritus table, offering Chase to join him, he continued. “Just have a think about it, besides if you go stag, just prey on the dates of the other guys. It’s what I usually do, date or not.“ A cockiness to his smug grin, leaving his friendly attempts at urging the earth mage to join him at the dinner table.

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XI. Free Rein [Friday 14th, Evening] Dec 16, 2012 19:40:07 GMT -5

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14:05:51[Sydney] Had healed rather nicely thanks to the healer mage James who’d discovered her outside that fateful night where death had knocked at her door. The poor hawk she’d been was brutally shot down by several boys with catapults, leading the shifter to crash into the walls within the Courtyard. It had been a harrowing moment or so, unsure if she would even survive, but luckily a healer was out and about, readily available to fix her up, and fix her well. Since then Syd had stayed in bed, relaxing and getting the remnants of the paint from her form. She’d spent the day in classes and had survived and now classes were over, the girl was feeling somewhat freedom from the catastrophe that had occurred. Adorned in her uniform, the tartan skirt that sunk to her knees, socks that pulled upward with black shoes, shirt and tie, and blazer that fitted her snug form, the brunette was a striking figure of confidence as she oozed her way through the halls after the last class. The week was done and the weekend had begun. Tomorrow being the Yule Ball which she looked forward to, save the fact her date had disappeared since he asked her. Kyran, Captain of the Tritus team had been all for going with Syd, only since that time, he’d not been around - avoiding her for some reason. It left the girl with some serious questions and she didn’t expect him to show. Steps brought her toward the stairs and the door that lead outside. She paused momentarily thinking on what to do. Outside or toward the dining hall. Though it wasn’t quite supper yet. Deciding to get some fresh air, the uniform clad femme motioned toward the doors, pushing through then and heading into the courtyard. The air was cool and chill, but was refreshing all the same. If other’s were around, she appeared lost in thought.

14:26:08 [Aleister] "Oy!" Aleister jogged up beside Sydney. His tie was wadded up in his breast pocket and his shirt had been tucked into his underwear. "Ey! You, we know each ovver. We had that class? You know, wif the teacher, you know, whassface, who was always--" Aleister tucked his chin to his throat and rolled his eyes back in his head. "--Gnaanaanarrr! You know? Yea. That one. Anyways. I..." Aleister made a dramatic flourish about his temple. "... had a premonition. About us. You'n I." He pointed to her, himself, her again, and so forth, to reinforce the connection. "You'll be going to the ball wif me, on account of ma andsomeness." He propped his fists on his hips and stood nodding at her and grinning, pleased with the veracity of this statement.<e>

14:34:22 Sydney was caught unawares by the male who approached, her gaze lost in a myriad of thoughts when he first came upon her. The surprise registered on her face a moment later as hues came to land upon the male. “What? Huh?” She asked, somewhat taken back. She recognized him. She knew the male from around the school. Sydney made it a point to know everyone, especially those on the Durusball Teams. She was full fledged into sports and thus anyone else on the other teams, or her own would be well figured out as much as she could. It made the game easier knowing your friends and enemies. In this case they were on the same team, so knew each other from practise and the like. “Aleister? “ She spoke his name, the tone fluid and melodic as his name rolled from her lips. “Is that so? And what else did this premonition say exactly? “ Her lips curved into a light grin, sea-green hues peered within the depths of his own as she canted her head, allowing several strands of brunette to fall across her face.

14:45:28 [Aleister] "Yea! Aleister." He snapped his fingers and pointed the "double guns" at her with a grin. "Yep. 's me." He rattled on, blowing through the awkward space in conversation where he might be expected to say her name. "Wot did it say? Waaeeell..." Aleister cupped his chin and frowned skyward. "Seem to recall you wearing..." He closed his eyes and waved a hand over her. "... somefing... strappy, cut low in the..." He swept a U-shape with his finger in the direction of her cleavage. "... theee... cccollarbone region?" He glanced back up at her face with a hopeful grin.<e>

14:47:38 [Calyope] She'd left Trix in a state of glow and meandered off toward her own. Not really sure as to where she was heading, or what she was going to get into. Coreii was wearing the burger and Caly was still deciding between the strapless black dress, and the gorgeous red gown. She'd need to make her mind up soon. She found a song caressing her lips as she walked.. Gloved hands in her pocket and her coat secured around her, she had a sligth frown at the fact she was in uniform, a skirt at that, instead of comfy, warmer jeans. She let the song continue past her llips. Why was she singing some country song? Because it was damn catchy. 'All we do right is make love. We both know now that ain't enough. Ain’t gonna beg you to stay Ain't gotta ask you what's wrong Ain’t no reason running after something already gone Take off your leavin' dress Let’s do what we do best I guess everybody’s got their way of moving on Girl rest your head one more time in my bed Love me like you loved me when you loved me And you didn’t Have to try. Let's lay down tonight. And kiss tomorrowgoodbye." Add in the fact it was a song about sex and she was a siren, the words played out a lot more seductive than more than likley anticipated, however, she didn't much care. That song had been stuck in her head and it was in her best interest to sing it to get it out. Which, more than likely, would get some other random song stuck in her head. She was strangely ok with that thought though. She heard voice. One familiar, stronger, female and the other male. She couldn't place it. "Sydney!" She nearly ran toward the voice, a wide grin on her face, glad to see the woman up and about, and looing 200 % better than she had when theyd first met. "Good to see ya, girl. Oh, hello, you." She offered a wide grin to Aleister and hoped he didn't catch on she had no clue to who he was.

14:58:15 [Sydney] It was enough for Syd to have been asked by Kryan who’d since disappeared. Only now to be asked by another fellow team-mate who couldn’t seem to recall her name, let alone who she was. Her brows were arched with an intrepid glare while she watched the male beside her. Was this something she was destined for? An image he’d had for her going to the ball with him? Was it fate? Because she couldn’t see how she’d handle such a male if that was true. What would entirely possess her to say yes to this boy? He was handsome in his own right, but the overall attraction seemed to be lacking for Syd. There was just no impact for her, no.. gut feeling in this case. “I can’t see how that would be…” Trying to decipher the so called vision he’d had. “I think maybe you were wrong in what you say?” She spoke her mind, trying to figure out the situation that lay before her. “Why do would you want to go to the ball with me?” The question was offered, but luckily a voice echoed in her mind as she turned slightly watching Caly closing in at the two. She gave a wave, her hand raised with a smile on her face toward her fellow housemate. “Hey Caloypie.” Being they were same House, it was likely that Aleister and Caly would know each other two, seeing as they were in the same year, so Syd didn’t bother with introductions. “We were just talking about the ball…”

15:09:58 [Aleister] "Oy! Cal-oypie, how's it?" Aleister hadn't a clue who she was either, but he didn't let little details like that derail him. He put an arm around Sydney's shoulders and tucked her close. "Yea! I woss telling Sydney here about me premonition that I'd be taking her to the ball. Don't you fink we'll be a lovely couple? Me in me best suit, just like Danny Craig in the Bond films, and Sydney ere in somefing slinky like that chick from Alias. Cant'cha see it?"<e>

15:15:45 [Calyope] That warranted an eye roll from the Siren and she shook her head. "I think Sydney would make you look better. But She should go with me and Cor. So she doesn't have to deal with gropey mcgroperstein." She sent a wink to Syd. "Anywho and whatsit, doesn't matter I'm taking a 4th year girl as my date. She's dressing a hamburger. Trust me, its adorable. THough I'm stuck sdeciding bewteen black and red. " She let out a little sigh and then laughed. 'I may end up going as a cupcake. Totally." She offered Sydney a look as if asking if she needed a hand getting Aleister to remove his hands from her.

15:23:54 Sydney felt his arms around her as she stiffened to the touch. Sydney wasn’t use to such contact. It wasn’t something she actively sought. She focused on the game, her studies and what needed to be done. The day Kyran had near kissed her had been a tumultuous moment that found her near lost for what to do. This now, was just as awkward for her, suddenly feeling some kind of personal affront to the male beside her. Her breathing quickened, her heart pounded - He was a Seer. He’d had a view of her being with him. How could that not be true and yet she couldn’t figure out how she could be. (She had no idea he could be lying). No idea he’d be making this us. Her eyes landed on Calyope with some sense of hope the woman had. “Well, I already have a date..” She blurted, letting it be known she was taken for the dance. So what if he hadn’t shown up since asking her. Sydney herself had two choices of dress. One red and one silver - it was a toss up as to which one she’d wear too. “A cupcake? Why would you say that, Caly?”

15:33:51 [Aleister] "Gropey Mc--Ey now!" Aleister took Sydney by the shoulders and shoved her out in front of him. "I barely touched er! Er fertile valley is still pristine and untrampled! Unless it isn't." He tugged her back and dropped his head level with hers and peeked over her shoulder for a glimpse of her face. "You can tell me if it isn't. Noo judgement. Noo such thing as a slag in me book." Aleister's ADHD might be bad normally, but the girls had positively sent him whirling. "You're goan be a cupcake? WE'RE AVING A FOOD TEEMED BALL? WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME?"<e> It's

15:42:06 [Calyope] "A cupcake, cause Cor is going as a hamburger. I mean seriosuly adorable." She looked back to Aleister and merely slipped between him and Sydney, Nudging her new friend out of the way. "Easy there, lover boy. She's on the Durusball team and can and most likely would kick your handsome ass." Oh-oh, here comes the charm. "Now, Sydney's said she has a date. Now then." She looked up at Sydney, with a grin and a wink and looked back to Aleister. His name finally registering with her memory. He was in her year and classes and house. 'Aleister." She let the call of her blood lace through his name, nearly purring it. She thought a moment and didn't know if she extend the offer to him or if it would make him cockier. But he seemed to be making Syd uncomfortable. She'd take the bullet this time. "HOw about you go with me and Coreii, darling?"

15:50:48 Sydney could take Aleister -- though she was taken of guard and the whole situation on it’s own lended itself to be something of a trick. Or a joke. As Caly stepped forth, Syndey would tugged away from Aleister’s grip, pulling forward. Her body disconnecting from the grip, her eyes widened further as heard his words about her fertile valley. The cheeks flushed, while she spun around to face him. “How dare you!” she voiced in a hard manner his way, though stepped aside when Caly stepped further within, then asked him to join her and Coreii to the ball. Oh what a twisting turning strange event that was happening. Syd was relieved in some part, but on the other hand, was the Seer using her? Had he made up this information, said something that wasn’t true? Fingers curled into fists as sea-green hues peered his way. “You were lying, weren’t you?. WEREN’T YOU!?”

16:02:16 [Aleister] Whatever argument that had been rising in Aleister evaporated. He sank into Sydney's words like a warm bath. "Mmmmmokay!" He grinned sleepily. "You'll be a cupcake, your friend'll be a burger, and I'll be the milkshake." Aleister's attention drifted off the girls as he contemplated this scene with a punch-drunk dopeyness. Sydney brought him back to the moment with her accusation. "Wot? Yea? So? You believe everyfing a wizard tells you?"<e>

16:09:48 [Calyope] Caly thought a moment and locked her dark eyes with Sydney's lovely sea-greens. 'Easy love. I bet he was just trying to use his 'abilities' to get himself a date. Trying to be suave and cocky. " She Winked at Sydney and let that charm ooze back out. "Now Aleister, tell Me and Syd here the truth and then we'll get you a nice chocoalte brown tuxedo. So you can match me and Coreii. But first tell me and Sydney your intentions with asking her out." She'd not used her abiliities this much ever and the past couple days she'd used her song and charm a lot.

16:21:17 Sydney held back her anger, which was quick to light with the right intentions, though in this case, she let out a soft sign, her eyes landing upon Caly, her lips parting into a soft smile. The situation was strand indeed and now, she didn’t believe everything a wizard told her, but a Seer - perhaps was different. “I’m wondering the same thing. What were your intentions?” She spoke in that soft fluid manner before she began to slowly step back. “Speak the truth and I won’t dock you one in the face.” (So ladylike indeed.) Though the woman did let out a bit of a laugh at the situation on the whole. “Caly, he’s all your’s Dear..” she smiled toward the girl, then began to move away, letting them talk the discussion of the ball between them. (AFK -- need to have a power nap)

16:32:18 [Aleister] "My 'tentions?" Aleister's eyelids drooped down. He brought them back up with an obvious struggle. "Same as every ovver bloke wot would ask er. Go to the ball, nibble some prawn cocktails, snog during a slow dance, then maybe get a bit of nip and an andy in the woods after?" Aleister finished the confession with a pumping motion over his groin, then lapsed into silence as he stared at Calyope's shoes and swayed in place. After a few seconds he seemed to remember that he'd been trying to charm them, and dragged his head up to give her a drunken grin. "I ave a premonition!" He waved his hand near his temple. "Of you and that ovver one, givin' me andies. 's'true. 's'magic."<e>

16:43:57 [Calyope] WIth a roll of the eyes at his remark , she lean in close, kiss his cheek and state, in that song like voice of hers. "Not if you were the last male in the world. I'd flip sides of the fence before I dare touch you like that. YOur magic, as you call it is nothing more than teenage boy hope. So so sorry, but you aren't getting any handies from me, Syd nor Cor. And keep acting like a dog, I'll spread word like wildfire through the school you make a lollipop stick look huge. Got it?" Oh, She was a mean one when she wanted to be and in this moment she half wanted to be. She never resorted to violence, no no, she relied on wit and her sweet little charms. WIth a grin She stood back. "Well, I need to go make a cupcake dress, bright pink cupcake to go with a hamburger and a milkshake." She winked at Syd. "Stay out of trouble, lovely."

XI. Free Rein [Friday 14th, Evening]

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