School Log!

[wise_maiden]

Who: OPEN! Anyone! Teachers, Students, anyone dropping in for the open classes, anyone at the battledome (from about 1-3 pm), newcomers with questions, etc!
What: Catchall school days
When: March! (You can vary the dates if you'd like, if you want something from last week or on the 17th and onward, it's fairly open there.)
(Classes run from 9 AM-roughly 2:30 PM, and the log can include before and after-school activities)
Where: School / Battle Dome
Summary: It's been a quiet few weeks in Luceti, but school is still in session!
Rating: A+



[For some sense of guidelines:

- Anyone joining for the first time is allowed to poke around and ask questions and (possibly) take or have handwaved taking a test so they can join in immediately!

- The playground is open for after school or lunch break interactions. The cafeteria is also open. Also, random classrooms are available for students wanting to use it for private tutoring/study hall sessions/club meetings whatnot.

- World Sharing and Magic lessons are held at the battle dome, so non-attendees can observe if they like.

- You're not limited to the headers! Just do what you want--these are just some suggestions as to what's going on, but they aren't the be-all-and-end-all of what can be played with! Chat with each other, set up things! It's meant to be for CR!]


As always, please add your character to the roster here and update if there are any changes! Also, students/magic class participants, please respond here when you have a chance! Thank you!

Comments

[untrueheart]

I still don't know if I'll stay.

[Actually, she doesn't know if there is such a thing as a trial period for classes. The small part of her that lives occasionally free of hangups about love and desire and whether she'll get what she wants is never free of the desire for approval, so if she starts this and doesn't excel...

Rue is not a fidgeter by nature. Instead, she looks down at the floor, hands half-folded in front of her.]

[selfhelp]

That's okay, too. It's an optional class, so if you're not comfortable with it, you don't have to come.

[He hesitates, then adds uncertainly,]

I did, for a while, and no one minded it. This is my first time back in months.

[untrueheart]

What kept you away for so long? You seem like you know what you're doing.

[selfhelp]

...I... had some bad experiences. My magic... it was used to hurt people. I was used.

[It's hard not to take all of the blame now, but he's been... trying. To get better at not doing that.]

I thought that if I just stopped using magic, I'd be... you know, safe. But that's not right. Not when it's a part of me.

[untrueheart]

[Rue doesn't notice her mouth drop open while he talks. Not when it's a part of me. She turns her head away then, half-hiding behind her hair. Moments when people could strike her heart with their words used to come up so infrequently...but here. Here they grace every single page of the story.

My magic was used to hurt people.

What would she be, without it? Human, ordinary, isn't that it? Her wings rise and flutter and she hates when they do that, when it feels like they act without her permission even though she's the nervous one. Suddenly she's aware of how long it's taking her to answer.]

You don't...seem like the kind of person that would happen to.

[Instant regret. That isn't at all what she should have said.]

[selfhelp]

[Maybe not. He's not angered by it, but he does frown tightly.]

You can tell just by talking to me for two minutes? That's impressive.

[And also inaccurate. If he hadn't been the kind of person it would happen to, it wouldn't have happened, would it?]

[untrueheart]

[It isn't impressive, she thinks, it's embarrassing. She looks it, too, blushing without permission and furious with herself because of it.]

That didn't sound the way I meant it. [In small, zigzagging steps, she is at least learning to admit when things haven't gone her way.]

[selfhelp]

...Mm.

[He figures she's telling the truth, but that doesn't mean her words didn't sting. He's quiet for a long moment, mulling it over.]

Bad things happen to good people sometimes. Here, back home, it doesn't matter- it happens everywhere. There's no magic shield that protects you from it.

[untrueheart]

[Most stories don't work that way, do they? Sure, awful things happen to people who don't deserve them, but they're meant to end well anyway. Happily ever after. Rue thinks of Mytho and of Duck - people who deserve the happy ending - and shakes her head.]

Maybe there should be.

[selfhelp]

...Maybe. I don't know. I'd only want that kind of thing if it could shield everyone... and that would be impossible.

[untrueheart]

You would want to protect terrible people from bad things happening to them?

[After her last verbal misstep, she carefully keeps accusation out of this one.]

[selfhelp]

If I can, yeah. I mean, I'd want to stop them if they're doing terrible things to other people, but I wouldn't want them to suffer, either. Terrible people can become good people if their situation changes.

[He's the son of two villains, after all. He'd know.]

[untrueheart]

[Yet again Rue finds her voice stepping outside her usual control:] How do you know about all of this?

[Because, of course, his words apply so well to her and to her life and, well, doesn't everything? It does when she's all tied up in the emotional state where her rejection and need for love share a bunk.]

[selfhelp]

[He's somewhat startled by that - her voice, and the words themselves - and leans back in surprise. Why...?]

Know what? I'm just sharing what I believe...

[Had those words hit a little too close to home?]

[untrueheart]

Oh.

[They hit so close they might as well crash on the couch. Rue looks away again, already berating herself for her utter failure to be anything other than confrontational and strange. Isn't it hard enough, to face "magic" and know her personal dark awful secret and try not to be that terrible person?]

That's noble of you.

[selfhelp]

[Hmm. Hmmmmm.]

...So... what happened with you, then?

[For her to react so strongly, it has to be personal.]

[untrueheart]

Nothing. Nothing happened. [She doesn't quite snap, because there is a bigger part of her than she wants to admit that reaches toward the question instead. This isn't the place, as much as maybe she wants to share - magic class isn't where she'll do it.] Even if it did- it's not important.

[selfhelp]

It sounds important.

[He's usually not inclined to pry much, but it really does sound like something she ought to be talking about.]

[untrueheart]

Nothing can be done about it now.

[She has to force the words out, throat closing and teeth half-clenched around them. What if their classmates hear and start to stare?

All at once she levels her gaze at him, still blushing.]

What if I told you I am that person?

[selfhelp]

[He's surprised; after the last reaction, he hadn't expected to get anything out of her.]

... "That person"?

[He's not sure exactly what she means, though he has suspicions. Better to be sure with this sort of thing.]

[untrueheart]

[Once she starts down the road, it's harder and harder to stop.]

A- A terrible one.

[selfhelp]

[...Ah. Geez.

Billy glances up - the class seems thoroughly distracted with whatever's being taught at the moment, and it's stuff he knows already, anyway. This is serious, that much is obvious, and it isn't really the place for it.]

...Hey, can we talk in the hall? It's kind of loud in here, and I don't want to start shouting at you over the noise.

[untrueheart]

[No no no no no.]

Won't someone notice? [But yes. Some piece of this older boy understands.]

[selfhelp]

[Probably more than she knows.]

Maybe. Does it matter?

[He stands, offering his hand out to her. Is this important enough that it doesn't matter?]

[untrueheart]

[He offered his hand.

Rue catches herself biting her lip, sees her hand reach for his without her permission, but with it, too, like it's the start or the end of a dance.

And she moves away from the chairs, to follow him.]