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THE ANNIVERSARY

starring: Chloe Bennet as Thais Alves Michiel Huisman as Gerard Linden

"Parents aren’t usually thrilled to hear their daughter is romantically involved with a professor.”

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Welcome to Clearbrook Academy. Whether you’re a bender, faerie, kitsune, werewolf or witch, this is a place that you can call home. Hidden away from society, deep in the woods of Northern England.

We offer a curriculum unlike any other university. Not only will we teach you to perfect and master your gifts, but we’ll also prepare you for the real world. Because the real world isn’t easy for us — the supernaturally gifted.

Change is coming. 

The revolution begins here.

MAIN | PLOT | RULES | CHARACTERS | APPLY

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[amaradeschamps]

These hallways seem much too empty. Someone needs to come in here and vandalize them as soon as possible.  Thanks.

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masaccio | self para

So woefully underprotected. The Florence museum really should have invested in much better security—a few cameras, a single guard that lazily patrolled behind schedule, and a cheap laser tripwire that looked out of a 90s movie; it was almost insulting, both to the classic Masaccio and to the trickster's skills. The years have not been kind to Masaccio, as the famous early Renaissance painter had largely faded into public obscurity while later figures like da Vinci, Rafael, and Michelangelo had seen their stars soar.

But those fallen stars were some of the perfect theft targets. Their works were never the main attraction, but their rarity and historical significance meant that Amara never struggled to find an eager client on the black market. It also meant that their theft would be less publicized and the effort to find the culprit less fervorous; often Amara would be able to slip in and out with a nearly identical replacement before the clueless security had any idea what hit them.

Slipping into a museum was as much a dance as it was a crime. She had to glissade into camera blind spots, jeté into open floor, chassé between the infrared lasers that were supposedly invisible to human eyes. It was always cleaner this way—slipping and sliding with preternatural grace in between tight security—than it was to try to disable or tamper the security. The latter was also possible, but was always a less elegant solution. To Amara, rewriting the security tapes and disabling the lasers always felt a little like cheating, something vulgar and grotesque that left a bad taste in her mouth even if she enjoyed the fruits of her labor.

After a virtuoso display through the laser net, Amara waved her hand at the single lens camera transfixed on the Masaccio. A simple illsuion should do. Her gloved fingers reached for the golden frame, and with a deft touch popped the canvas out from behind the metal. She gently rolled the vellum into a black tube before slipping out a second canvas, a near perfect forgery, and pressed it into the frame.

As she turned to leave, the flashing of lights and the blaring of an alarm greeted her. The alarm must have tripped somewhere, likely silent at first and turning blatant after a short timer. She heard the heavy footsteps of an overweight security guard rounding the corner. A sheepish grin spread across thin lips, more annoyed that she had ruined a perfect performance than the added trouble of eluding alerted security. “Damn!”