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"How do we fall in love Faster than a bullet could hit ya? How do we fall apart-- Faster than a hair pin trigger? Shut your mouth & run me like a river!" Calla Grier || Howlett Hall Admin

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aster-reinhart:

“You’re very sure of yourself, Miss Grier. You also seem very sure that I can’t wrangle a way to give you detention for teasing me,” he joked, though was somewhat disappointed that he didn’t get to explain why plants were so great. “Very much, I get to help life progress and piss off the groundskeeper all in one.”

“ oh, i have no doubt that you could. i just doubt that you will. ” she followed it up with a laugh, quiet but pleased. she wore charming like it was made for her, like it was a second skin. “ well i’m all for helping life and pissing people off. so please, continue. ” 

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aster-reinhart:

“Are you doubting the importance of plant life or do you just think I’m a massive dork?” He asked. “Because it’s almost always one or the other.” Aster had spent a larger amount of time then he’d care to admit defending plants, they couldn’t defend themselves after all, and would spare no hesitation in repeating his usual drivel. 

“ oh i don’t just think you’re a massive dork, mr. reinhart. i know. ” which, y’know, might be a bit rude. but it’s also true. not that she can talk, given the amount of time they both spend with their heads shoved deep in their respective hobbies. life choices. trying to make the world a better place and all that. she shrugs. “ are you at least enjoying yourself? ” 

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bcstivn:

“i like it. gives me an excuse to blood bend some people. sometimes i tell them that i would drain their blood if they didn’t hurry up.” bas joked, smiling at the other softly. “you’re right.. we’re all still hormonal at this point, except some of the oldies, they couldn’t give two damns about us youngin’s and our hormones.”

calla snorts, the sound loud and accosting. drain their blood. just dramatic enough that the kids might listen, on account of their wild thoughts and... well. teenage insanity. she rubs her hands together, looks at the chipped paint of her nails. “ us youngin’s, huh? ”

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bcstivn:

the blonde weaved across the hallways of the institute, attempting to facilitate the change of classes for the high school students. “alright, babies. get to your class now, no loitering, and JEEZ— at least try and make room for the phoenix force. shameful.” he stated in a loud voice, utilizing his blood bending to break apart two students making out. rolling his eyes, bas continued his rounds until every student in sight was safely in a class room. “why is that always exhausting?” he muttered to himself as he leaned on the nearest pillar, taking a deep breath.

“ because they’re hormonal. and nothing tops that. ” there were plenty of things that topped hormones, but in a boarding school when your beau was just a few corridors down? well. it was harder to fight the urge. no parents, no threat of grounding... she cocked her head, leaning against a pillar across from him. “ why do you volunteer for it? ”

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aster-reinhart:

The idea of trimming hedges to Aster was absolutely stupid. They would continue to grow back, they would always go back, and so Aster didn’t understand why people were content chasing themselves in circles. And if you thought the look of hedges were so unsightly then why would you grow them on your grounds? He often asked himself these questions, and often chose to rebel by picking one perfectly trimmed shrubbery and making it grow all out of shape, as he was doing now as he felt someone walk up behind him. “Plant life should be able to grow freely and as it wishes, don’t you think?”

calla had no particular inclination to plants. she’d never had much of a green thumb or felt inclined to trying. they were beautiful, though, in every form. and often therapeutic. or at least that’s what the studies said. tending for something living gave a sense of responsbility as well as the reminder that something was dependent on your life other than you--anyway. 

“ if you say so. ” she smiled wryly. 

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hello hello! i’m thea, i’m 22, in EST. and this is my lovely treasure calla! info under the cut!

//: SHAY MITCHELL, 29, cis-female, she/her //: CALLA GRIER is hard at work in the halls of Xavier’s Institute for Higher Learning. the HOWLETT HALL ADMIN has been at the school for TEN YEARS and has earned a reputation for being COMPASSIONATE and OVERLY INQUISITIVE. what else could you expect from someone with DREAM WALKING & MEMORY RETENTION? only time will tell if they join the revolution.

i. how did your character end up at xavier’s? at eighteen, calla made the decision to go of her own volition. tired of not being able to completely control her own mutations, and seeking out help, she found herself on xavier’s doorstep. she was only there a few years before things became precarious. she left, with a few others, and set out on her own path until the dust cleared and the war was over. and as tensions cooled to a sub-zero icy detriment, she found her way back, a stronger and more self-assured woman with an inclination to helping the next generation of the mutant future.

ii. how does your character’s mutation affect their life? their relationships? her mutation is, when used poorly, extremely invasive. it cost her a lot of relationships as a teenager, when she wasn’t quite in control of it, or when her curiosity got the best of her. her family struggled with understanding how hard she fought to stay out of their dreams--that, until she got trained, it wasn’t an intentional invasion. the memory retention placed her in the Very Smart and Very Lazy category, as she never had to try to remember things in school. she’s extremely compassionate and wants to do the best by people, but can sometimes come across as a smart ass and know-it-all.

iii. tell us about something that impacted your character in a major way. she doesn’t forget anything. the good things, the bad things, the… mediocre. everything from the worst to the best days of her life are stuck in her brain forever--and she doesn’t have a cloud to upload them to. it all takes up so much space in her mind. the worst days in mutant history. the worst days in her own. few understand the fine balance between bad and good days than calla.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Calla has been working on dream therapy as a treatment for PTSD for (specifically) mutants that participated in the war. It’s in trial stages, and she doesn’t have a degree to back up her findings or theories, but she has been working with a few willing participants to try and help them regain some sense of themselves.

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jasper--king:

Since the accident at the bonfire, Jasper had been desperately trying to figure out as many as he could about his new way of life, books, charmed items, everything he needed to keep himself away from people for the times to come. Even if Iniko had made it pretty clear that they were at war and he couldn’t trust anyone, he didn’t want to hurt anyone again especially people that he knew from when he was a human, no matter what side they were, he was going to use his power only if people attacked him.

He was reading the book taking notes to notice the familiar faces, one that he wasn’t sure how to feel about, she reminded him that he was a monster and even if he had already excused  himself with Leon, he should thank her for coming not only to rescue her friend but him as well, yet he felt very ashamed about what happened, he offered her a seat “I wish we could have met in a better way. I should have come to thank you for stopping me back that day, I didn’t know what was going to happened that day when I came out to the bonfire, and the beast took over me, so thank you for stopping me.

That night had been a travesty of dramatic proportions, the first bad thing in a chain of events that seemed to span the entire celebration. More than anything, Krystal wanted to forget it and move on, to set aside the trauma and move on with her life. But she wasn’t sure that was possible, with the tension still drifting between Leon and herself. Within Iniko still on the island. With Jasper still an anomaly she couldn’t account for. 

The young witch listened carefully, tapping her nails against the table in a rhythmic, drumming motion. An absent habit. A way to concentrate. He was guilty. Felt guilty. Wanted things to be better. God, she did too. More than anything. Though she wasn’t sure she trusted him enough for that. “I didn’t do it for you.” A brutal truth, she sought to amend immediately. “We all do things we wish we hadn’t. The world keeps moving.” 

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jae-sungpark:

Jae-Sung had always stuck to the same routine, but that had been thrown out the window ever since he found himself face to face with So-Young. Maybe she had good intentions of watching over him, but now all he felt was paranoia at the thought of someone, regardless of it being his sister, watching his every move in town. It was why he had found himself in a restaurant he had no reason of being in.·

He was lost in thought when Krystal approached him. His gaze shifted towards her, unsure if he welcomed the distraction or felt too tense to even want company. It had been a while since he had last seen Krsytal though. There had been a few times during the time after Litha that he had been curious as to what she had been up to since they last spoke, but everything seemed trivial in comparison to seeing his sister after all this time.·

“Krystal,” he responded, acknowledging her presence.“Would you like to sit down?”

Maya would tell her it was a bad idea, and Maya was probably right. For all Bricket Wood’s flaws, they’d never attacked her. Never pushed back so fiercely that she felt the rejection of someone she’d come to consider a friend. They were safer than anyone else. A safe-haven she could find shelter in, like meditation and herbal tea and massages. Like peace, knee-deep in the darkness. She would listen to Maya tomorrow. 

“I would really like that.” She said softly, pulling the chair across from him out from the table and running her fingers along the arms as she sat down. Krystal looked everyone but at him, for a moment, pulse picking up just a hint. They’d ended on such an odd note, the last time they had seen each other. Distant, confused. “How have you been?” 

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Recovery from an invasion the likes of Iniko’s took time. It took patience and the willingness to step back and intentionally set aside time for healing. It was more than just casually letting it happen, a sort of decisive self-attention that the young witch rarely paid herself. Meditation, herbal teas, even a trip to the sauna in the town over. And it had done her well. Krystal found herself lighter, by the time she returned to the town, driving back in just in time to grab lunch. 

She was, to her credit, cheerier than she had visibly been in days. Weeks, even. Her throat still clutched a little too tight when she smelt anything resembling a bonfire, and there was still a little kick in her head like she was waiting for the next bad thing to happen--but Krystal was used to her own peculiarities. They were an unfortunate part of her gift, and something she would just have to live with. 

Optimism was only mildly her strong suit. But she smiled, all the same, as she made her way into one of the town’s nicer family-own restaurants. Seeing a familiar face, she approached slowly. “Long time, no see.” 

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mayadhaas:

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Maya had ensured some time away from the strenuous exercises she imposed on Krystal in fear of another rebellious act from the young witch. With every week spent together, the brunette had begun to decipher her limitations. A healthy balance of focus on her power mixed with various activities that had no involvement with magic. It had worked thus far and they’d made great strides since the moment she had decided to invite Krystal along. Though, there was something that had been on Maya’s mind as of late that needed to be addressed. Rumours and something they’d briefly touched upon but hadn’t dared delve into immediately after the Litha Moon. 

Once they’d stopped at a small cafe to grab drinks and baked goods, Maya suggested they walk through a seemingly empty park. “I think it’s time we speak of what happened during the Litha Moon. I know we’ve touched on it, but with others around, it was safer not to get all the details immediately.” Her gaze lowered towards Krystal, tilting her head upwards slightly. “I’ve managed to put a few pieces together given that Leon is very much alive.” she paused, an air of disappointment evident in her stance and expression. “Tell me what happened.”

Krystal had known it was coming. The vague details she’d fed Maya would only last so long, and it was hardly fair to ask for her protection and trust if she wasn’t willing to offer the truth. Still, Maya was hard to predict, and the younger witch hardly had the emotional energy for this walk around the park, let alone fending off the disapproval of her mentor. She was already exhausted, already ragged around the edges. It toyed with her, harsh nips at her patience. 

“I saved his life, and I’m not sorry.” Though her voice wavered, it was no less true. Leon’s life wasn’t one Krystal considered sacrificial, and though she didn’t expect Maya to feel the same way, she didn’t know how else to approach it. “I felt it. Saw it. I--I was by myself. It was staggering. Intensely painful I haven’t felt like that since--”A pause, mouth clamping shut quickly. She couldn’t talk about Jackson. Not now. Not like this. “In a really long time. I. I don’t know, I looked for something. For any clue as to who it was, because it all felt so familiar and I--it was him. Figuring out where he was was easy enough, I got surroundings from the vision. It took everything I had, and he almost died. But I got there in time. And I saved him.” 

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soyoungparkx:

So-Young had always been a curious girl, even when she was still human.  So her curiosity was piqued when she noticed the girl’s movements.  She gave a small smile to try to hide any look of it on her face.  “What about you? Did you have fun during it?”

“I’m not a big fan of crowds.” A meager explanation, but the only one she had to offer. She just had to pray that the other woman didn’t notice the shadows under her eyes, the way her fingers still trembled. Not that she would be able to read into it, but still. Lack of attention was better. 

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❝ You want to be a mess, be a mess. I don’t care. I can take it. ❞

“You’ll delegate me to someone else. Maya, probably. Charles, if you’re pissed at him. I’ll be someone else’s problem, and you can just look the other way as I fall to shit.” Her voice was as cold as her eyes, arms crossed over her chest, face gaunt. Krystal was even starting to thin out in a way that began to border on unhealthy, her already small clothes starting to hang in all the wrong places. She already was a mess. 

Her lip caught in a snarl, fingers digging sharp lines into her palms as she leaned forward, defiant and uncaged. “I’m here because I’m useful to you. Because controlling the future is something you’re so desperate for that you can’t shake it. So now that I’ve proven I can do it, you’ll keep me at any cost. Even if that means I go insane.” There was something haunting in her tone, as she looked him over. “I told you before, I won’t be a pawn when it’s not mutually beneficial.”