Enchanted Academy for the Magically Gifted [REVAMPING] discussion
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Dec 24, 2015 10:00AM
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Harmonia rolled her shoulders back and stretched, before smiling at the both of them and said, "Well it's a simple game for us to know each other. We start with ten fingers held out, then we take turns saying something about ourselves, and if the others feel like they cannot relate to that, they have to cover one finger, so it becomes 9, 8, 7 and so on. The person who gets to zero fingers first have to do something, like it doesn't necessarily have to be bad. You guys understand?" She hoped they understood, it was quite weird for her to speak what she thought, because it sounded way better in her head.
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"Yeah, we could do it over lunch or something, like there are a few cool places around town and we can head back to the school later on?" Harmonia suggested, her eyes twinkling at the thought that people actually understood what she was suggesting. She waved her hands once more, and the books that were wrongly placed by people rearranged themselves in the correct order. "There, sorry, have a bit of neatness problem," Harmonia blushed.
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(( Smiles can you post at the coffee shop? ^^ ))
A dark warlock past the open window that displayed the old bookstore's dusty books. Cain glanced in as he walked by seeing a few people but one particularly caught his eyes. The one with the spell book in her hand had him interested. "Well this ought to be fun."
Cain watched as she shuffled through a shelf of books. With a slight flick of his finger the shelf tilted. Making all the books loudly clatter to the floor.Cain returned the shelf to it's original position then took a seat at a little table in front of a coffee shop across the street. Perfect view of the troubles and mischievous he caused.
"Now darling, that is not fair to use magic and counter my own." Snickered the dark warlock who now had a fresh cup of coffee in his hand. Cain looked around trying to find another way to mess with the white witch. He watched for a while until he was a man with coffee leave the shop and head to the book store. They seemed to be a worker which was perfect. Cain watched as the man placed his coffee on the counter then proceeded behind the cash register. Now all Cain had to do was wait. If there is one dominant trait he had acquired through meddling it was patience.
As Cain waited he bothered other people. He watched as slowly people started to quarrel due to his works. The warlock had finished his coffee and stared at the empty cup with a pout. Cain looked back to the window and watched his little pawn continue with her day. If she stayed on one page too long he flipped the page hoping she'd get annoyed with it eventually.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye. Cain then noticed the worker get up coffee in hand and head to the white witch's aisle. "Oh I no longer have to wait." As the worker walked by the girl Cain took the coffee and poured it on her. "Ouch! That still looks hot." He chuckled getting up from his seat and cleaning up after himself. In the bookstore the worker apologized over and over to the drenched witch.
Cain watched as she headed to the bathroom. He took the chance to walk into the bookstore. The dark warlock picked up the books she had now covered in coffee. The worker was cleaning up his coffee mess. "You shouldn't bring beverages into the bookstore." The warlock pointed to the sign then paid the man for the witch's books. Cain placed them in his bag and moved to a different part of the store. So he was interested in what she was looking for.
Cain looked at her then gave an almost evil smile. "Oh were they? Well I just paid for them so I think they are mine now. Yeah...that's how it works." He said telling himself the last part as a way of mocking her. Cain looked the witch up an down with his dark blue eyes. She was a lot prettier close up. Maybe...they could make a trade.
Cain was absolutely cracking up in his mind but on the outside he acted as if he didn't know what they were. "No I don't but hey I'll give you the books if you do me a favor." Cain leaned down his face close to hers. A sly smile appeared on his lips. "All you have to do is give me a kiss. Simple right." The dark warlock had this all played out. There was a strategy for every answer she would give. That was Cain's thing. To play every possible scenario out.
Cain quit laughing in his mind and started to grumble yet he played it cool. "Ow! That hurt my ego darling. Then I guess you can't have the books." The warlock placed them in his bag and gave her a goodbye smirk. "Last chance. I've got places to be." Cain ran a hand through his black hair a habit of his.
Cain smirked and grabbed the white witches hand. He barely moved his finger and everyone around the stopped moving. The dark warlock whispered gently in her ear. "I'm Cain Velez by the way, darling." Pulling her flush against him ideas formed in his head. Ways of teasing her just a little more. It was enjoyable seeing her act all frustrated when things weren't going her way.
The dark warlock chuckled softly at her observation. "Well you got me there. Your a witch though so it balances out." Cain took a finger and wrapped a wet strand of her hair around his finger. "About those books and that kiss. It's the only way you're getting them." He laid his head against a shelf of books. Cain didn't mind waiting for his darling to kiss him. Her scent and touch were enough to make him content.
Cain wasn't going to confess to anything like that. "It seems like you have been having a bad day darling." He looked at his watch and sighed. The warlock had class soon. Surely he could make up an excuse as to why he didn't show up. Would the teacher buy it though? Cain looked in deep thought then quickly turned his attention back to the witch. She had yet to tell him her name.
Cain leaned his head down his lips almost touching hers. "Your wish is my command." While he talked to her Cain's lips continually brushed against hers. With one last look in her eyes he merged his lips with hers. The dark warlock was surprised how soft they were. Maybe pursuing a white witch wasn't so bad.
Cain watched as her eyes slipped close and she kissed back willingly. The dark warlock's hand snuck behind her neck and gripped her soft locks gently. He worked his lips away from hers and trailed along her jawline down to the side of her neck. "The...books...are...yours..." He said between kisses until satisfied with her. Cain pulled away and smirked slyly. A dark red mark was present on the side of her neck. His hand hovered above the opening in the bag and instantly the books flew up into his hand. "One last thing before I hand them over. What's your name darling?"
Cain kept hold of her even though she had the books. "You're welcome. I do actually. Now about your name darling?" The dark warlock had seen her around in school. In fact he watched all the white witches and warlocks closely. They all annoyed him. Particularly the one that was in front of him. She always seemed happy and it made him irritated for some reason. Cain rewrapped her hair around his finger and awaited her answer.
Cain let his grip loosen and gave an impressed smile. "Sage. An herb used for spiritual cleansing and to ward off evil spirits. Or attract them." He chuckled before releasing his grip and allowing her to be free. A snap of his fingers made everyone go back to what they were doing like no time had past. "Strong and powerful, huh? Such nice compliments come those soft, little lips of yours." Cain didn't deny his strength or power. See his magic came from the ability to apply all sorts of subjects and mesh them together. His knowledge was vast and his bloodline long. It derived from the witches of the Salem witch trials. There were many witches and warlocks who had the same bloodline though. The human ended up killing more of their own than the witches at the time.
"It's a beautiful name." He said watching everyone move about. Outside he noticed a man talking to some girl. A pigeon pecked at the ground not far away. Nonchalantly he scratched the back of his head sending a spell that made the pigeon attack the man. Cain held back his snicker. "Well Sage I'll walk you back to the school if you are done here in town. Just in case there are some weird people out there. It's strictly for your protection." He said with a smile hoping she'd agree.
Cain took the money then immediately gave it back. "No you can have them for free. I got a kiss instead." He held the door open for her and as the made their way back he stopped the pigeon from attacking the man. Cain chuckled this time though then walked with her toward the school.
Cain looked at her and answered. "Ive gone to this school for a couple years. Three or so I guess." He answered her kicking at a rock. "What about you? How long have you gone here?" He hadn't paid attention to her throughout his school years.
Cain looked at her not liking how she was trying to get him to open up. "Don't worry I have noticed you. Your the happiest out of all the whites and it makes me sick." He stopped for a bit than continued. "But it's intriguing to watch you. What exactly do they say about me?" The dark warlock was aware that he was closed off even to other darks but he didn't like others. He preferred to preform magic on his own. Even in class he refused to participate because what was the good of being a dark warlock if everyone knew your best tricks?
The dark warlock looked down at her with a frown. "I wouldn't jump to that conclusion quite yet." He said to her then let his jaw drop at in disbelief. "I'm not the cockiest and the meanest. Im just...cocky and mean." Cain said seeing that they were getting closer to the school. As they walked he noticed a tiny black dot in the distance. "it couldn't be." He whispered in an almost inaudible tone. Cain smacked his forehead hoping it wasn't what he thought it was.
(We can move to somewhere inside the school.)
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Zmeyka entered the store and saw Arana engrossed in reading. A mischievous smile lit up his face. Slowly he creeper towards her. When he was just inches behind her he suddenly clutched her waist and said "Boo" softly in her ear. Then he gave a light chuckle.
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Zmey gave her a peck on the cheek and laughed. "What are you up to, my princess?" He asked taking one of her hands in his.
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Zmeyka took the book from her hands and pretended to inspect it. Then in a mock tone he said, "Well it is fascinating...I guess....but you know what's more interesting?"
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"Your expression after I do this!" Zmeyka suddenly tickled her waist playfully.
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Zmeyka smiled and picked her up, twirling her in the air, then he put her down. "So, how are you gorgeous?" He asked putting one of his hands on her cheek.
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"I'm in perfect form" He replied grinning widely. In actuality he had still not recovered from the pain that he had felt when he knew that he had been so close to losing control the previous night. Well, he wasn't going to tell her that.
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"I am okay. I promise." He said showing his best convincing expression. Then to change the subject he started looking around the store, "Would you happen to know where the mystery books section is?"
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