#accidentalphenom

[unwcvering]

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                  “1... 2... 3...” 

       It might have been juvenile to play hide and seek at their age, but after some lengthy persuasion and wearing him down, Flat had managed to do the unimaginable. Out in the snow, bundled from head to toe, Waver had hidden himself behind a tree to count to ten. To anyone observing, the two teenagers might have looked like they were in an ordinary game of hide and seek, but really, both of them had gathered enough snowballs to prepare for battle. All Waver had to do was give Flat a ten second start to hide, and then  — 

       “...10! Come out wherever you are, Flat!” Hopefully, that wouldn’t have been taken literally. Kinda of defeated the purpose of their ridiculous game, but maybe if it did end short then Waver could cozy up back in his dorm with some studying. 

[sofficecuore-blog]

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       It wasn’t the first time someone had made a remark about his bad eyesight, and if he were to base his assumptions on experience, it wouldn’t be the last. “Why would I have somethin’ like that?” He wasn’t particularly a magus, and if he had been by the literal definition, he wouldn’t have been a notable one needing Mystic Eye sealers. Part of him wanted to ask if Flat made this a regular thing to take what didn’t belong to him, but Corteo remained polite, wiping sweating hands on his slacks before stretching them out in hopes Flat would return his glasses in one piece. “They’re not something’ t’be playin’ with,” he explained, voice soft yet firm as he awkwardly kept holding out his hands, “I... um, can I have ‘em back? I don’t mind you bein’ curious, but... they’re important.”   

[pallidamcrs-blog]

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       Typical. Here he was making concerning noises, and Flat was worried about Father’s Day in regards to their professor. Svin might have seen Lord El-Melloi II as a figure of importance, someone that had aided him and shaped his life, but that felt a bit much to admit. “Don’t say it like that,” was shot back, brows slightly knitting together, “He’s not your father, Flat. He’s our professor... I doubt he would want to hear that anyway.”   

[sxjyou-archive]

@accidentalphenom || Starter Call

“I think I’ve heard of you.”

This boy was apparently a genius? Seemed odd to think, particularly given how different he seemed to be from those mages who believed themselves elite and elegant. The family itself had a reputation in the Clock Tower, even someone who had tried to abandon the mage lifestyle was aware of the rumours of this old lineage supposedly frozen in time. In the bad way, not in the ‘age of the gods magecraft’ way. 

“Do you...hear what they say about you?”

[avallcnis]

Creatures of Avalon did not so oft stray into this land; the air was thin in magic, the land rejecting with all it was the nature of anything other than ‘logic’. Not so oft, yet it did happen. There was one place where magic ran closer to the surface, where at times things slipped through the cracks and found their way across. That Mages in their infinite wisdom had opted to build upon said cracks only made it worse, creating bright beacons which attracted the fauna of his home like moths to the flame. Frustrating.

Clock Tower Merlin had no true interest in-- the mages of this era were, as a rule, crude and vulgar. Cruel at their worst, annoying at their best. His presence here was not through invite, rather it was.... well, technically it was breaking and entering though god forbid any attempted to halt him. He had been fortunate to be left alone for so long he things, barely a sigh escaping when youngster crosses path.

“Hello!.” Attention fleets from young man, looking about. “Have you seen anything--- hm, anything with horns running around? I seem to have lost something...”

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[beautivile]

@accidentalphenom Liked to go egg-hunting

Fran strode along with the blonde-haired boy beside her, adorning her bunny ears. She held her basket in one hand and Bridal Chest in the other, striding along. The monster would let him guide her to the place there were supposedly going to hunt eggs together.

[shimabara-saint-archived]

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“Suspicious gazes for those who’ve had an affiliation with the Holy Church is nothing new. You however I can’t seem to read.”

[disgracedname]

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“I must admit I’m a little ashamed for dropping contact for such an extended time,” Bianca confessed, the statement half-muffled by the teacup against her lips. “My studies have grown quite demanding, and I haven’t had much free time lately. I’m certain you understand.”