pencil stealer

AMARA DESCHAMPS - 36 - MASTER TRICKSTER - ART HISTORY "I'm the best thief in the business, not the most famous. Need to watch my step to keep it that way."

[bettyxxcooper]

Hannah had found herself awake in the night, unable to sleep from an over crowded mind. It was storming outside, and it reminded her of bad memories. Finding a bowl of grapes, she brought them over to the counter and sat down, scrolling through her phone on her social media.

[amaradeschamps]

The smell caught her almost as soon as she had rounded the corner. Like a cat that caught the sight of catnip, she made a sudden tilt of her head, before rounding towards the bowl with impossible speed and silence. Quick fingers plucked a few grapes into her mouth.

“These are good grapes,” she added, breaking the silence with a mouthful of them.

[emmarosario-deactivated20151015]

In light of getting involved with people, Emma found herself participating in a game with a group of students. Only problem was that every round of the game resulted in Emma losing and she drank a little too much in the process. Then came the time when the odds were finally in her favour and she shot up from the ground in pure intoxicated happiness, “Gané!” She squealed, “I won, I won!” Spinning around, the clumsy girl grasped onto the first person she could reach to stop herself from toppling over. “Whoops! Lo siento, amigo/a! Did you hear? I won!”

[emmarosario-deactivated20151015]

[amaradeschamps]

Seeing how excited the student was, Amara instinctively flailed her arms around and released an excitable ‘weeee!’ But then when she realized that she had no idea what had just happened, paused, stopped, and blinked slowly. “Wait, what did you just win?”

[tricksterstouch-blog-blog]

Raven started, realizing immediately that the person she just sassed was, in fact, her mentor. Oops. Torn between apologizing and glaring at her for a tease that she knew she deserved, Raven simply rolled her eyes. An amused smile lit her face, matching Amara’s. 

“Peachy.” she said flatly. “I’ve had no less than six people demand proof that I’m actually who I say, and not Jasmine Wilkinson trying to lay low. It’s amazing how many people have no idea who she is or what she looks like.”

[amaradeschamps]

“Or maybe she looks a lot like you,” Amara nodded, doing a whimsical little tilt of her head as she looked closer at her protégé’s face. She craned her neck as she leaned forward to get a better look, as if making sure that Raven Not Jasmine was who she claimed she was.

“In fact, I’m not so sure you’re not this Jasmine girl,” she let out a small pout, “Do you have any proof that you are who you say you are?”

[celestialcharlottezhu]

“Sure. Someone should. But they’ve still got a few years till that. Or well decades or something. I dun’ know, I can’t predict the future.” With that she let out a huff of air as she once more got back onto the ground. “We’re forgetting the point! I need to get my controller so I can beat some high school boy who thinks girls can’t play games and then show you what video games are!”

[amaradeschamps]

“Some high school boy?” Amara blinked, looking around confused as if she could simply turn around and find him sitting behind her. “Where is this high school boy and why are you involved?”

[celestialcharlottezhu]

“I don’t know. I’m not a mechanical engineer, or game designer or whatever. But don’t knock it till you try it. They’re still a whole lot of fun.”

[amaradeschamps]

“Well someone should fix it,” she scoffed, “Because that sounds like it would be pretty boring.”

[celestialcharlottezhu]

Charlie shrugged. “Because the technology is not quite there. But they’re working on making more interactive games in the future, I guess.”

[amaradeschamps]

“Why not?” she shook her head grimly, “That doesn’t sound very fun.”

[celestialcharlottezhu]

“Are you-” Charlie cut herself off. It was clear that Amara was serious. She didn’t know why a controller was needed. That was just so strange to the kitsune. “The controller is what controls the character in the game. So it is essential in order to play any video games.”

[amaradeschamps]

She shook her head slowly at the idea, “Now why would they make such an overwhelming restriction?”

[tricksterstouch-blog-blog]

“Before you ask, my name is Raven, not Jasmine. No, I’m not the missing girl, and yeah, I’m on the lookout for her too.” Raven quipped all of this at the person who had approached her with a curious air. She hadn’t even looked at their face, too focused on the bit of lace in her hands that she was attempting to embroider a specific design on with her powers.

[amaradeschamps]

“Oh,” the professor glanced her way and nodded slowly, pretending not to recognize her. “I see. So how are you, Raven Not Jasmine?”

[celestialcharlottezhu]

At the words Amara uttered, Charlie’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you serious?” For a moment she just stood there. “I’d love to! Let’s go now! Are you free to go now? I think I am. Shit- wait. The controller!” Suddenly, the kitsune paused again looking around. “I need that thing.” Charlie spoke in a hushed tone as if the controller would run away if it heard her.

[amaradeschamps]

She blinked as she slowly tried to comprehend, scratching at her head when the thought seemed a bit alien. “Why do you need a controller?”

[celestialcharlottezhu]

“Is- Is that a serious question?” Charlotte tilted her head to the side. “I mean even if we are ‘supernatural-ish’ beings, there’s still a limit on what we can do. Virtual games can transport you to another world, like in a movie only better and interactive, or let you do things that normally would put you in jail or get you killed. There are no limits in a virtual game.”

[amaradeschamps]

She tapped a pensive finger against her chin. “No limits, you say?” It was hard to imagine what she was referring to, as Amara had never felt that the non-virtual world had a ton of limits either. With surprising eagerness, she uttered, “You should show me one of these games!”

[potionsandfire-deactivated20150]

“While I appreciate the sentiment, I’m quite comfortable fearing fire.”

[amaradeschamps]

“But why?” she shook her head, “Why would you want to fear something?”

[vince-sullivan]

“Oh, don’t you dare.” He chuckles lowly. “This is one my favourite sweaters. If it goes missing I can guarantee you, all hell will loose.”

[amaradeschamps]

“I’ve always wanted to see what hell looks like, “ she nodded firmly. “I hear there’s a lot going on there.”

[amaradeschamps]

thaiis-a:

“Of course you don’t know—you haven’t seen her in the first place!” exclaims the werewolf as stares at the older woman with disbelief. She bit her lip wondering if she should admit to Amara about her pet even though there are strict rules to not have them within castle grounds. Taking a deep breath, she decides to fill her in knowing that Amara wasn’t like any of the other fauculty memembers who do follow the rules. “Lorenzia is my pet dog…Have you seen her?” she asks with a hopeful tone.

“Pet dog,” she muses, staring off into the distance as she wonders openly, apparently completely oblivious that they were not supposed to be kept as pets at the castle. Dogs were always fun, especially when they were around Amara. “What does your dog look like?”

[vince-sullivan]

“You underestimate my vengeful anger.” He talks in a way that sounds like a joke, but his look might be serious even though he is smiling. “We’ll see about that.”

[amaradeschamps]

“Hoho,” she giggles and rubs her hands together, “I love a good challenge.”

[potionsandfire-deactivated20150]

“Fire it uhm…” Ephra paused smiling awkwardly a bit, “It makes me nervous.”

[amaradeschamps]

“Nonsense!” She made a flippant wave of her hand, “I can teach you to not fear fire.”

[vince-sullivan]

…Vince does not like how she is eyeing his sweater. He squints at her dubiously. “Ms. Deschamps, if my sweater ever goes missing, I’m coming after you.”

[amaradeschamps]

“No you won’t!” she said defiantly, bouncing briefly onto tiptoe.

[thaiis-a]

“Oh my God! Shit! Shit! Shit! Has anyone seen Lorenzia?!”

[amaradeschamps]

“No...” Amara looked, tilting her head, “Who’s Lorenzia?”