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It's a bright New England winter day. Xan and Leo have elected to take the tunnels from Poe dorm to the Powers Theory classroom, because regardless of their Exemplar ratings, they're still from California and it's eight degrees out. And the tunnels have central heating. Glorious, glorious central heating.
In the middle of an extended diatribe against artificial turf, Xan opens the door to Schuester Hall, which is... not the door to Schuester Hall.
Xan peers at it. "Are we being pranked or something? Has someone not been informed that I piss napalm?"
"You bleed napalm," notes Leo. "If you were pissing it we'd have a medical issue on our hands. Somebody could've thrown up an illusion, but I don't really see the point of replacing Schuester with... a bar? With some chick inside? Like, what, we're going to whip out our fake IDs and get in trouble? But Mom always says that if you can't see the point of a trap then whoever set it is smarter than you are. Let's go down the hall and take the south door."
"Jesus Christ," Xan mutters, hauling Leo in by the arm. "Let's avoid the cool-as-shit magic bar, he says. You're such a fucking girl."
Leo makes a noise of protest. "I'm working on that! And I object to your manhandling!"
"Shut up."
"Okay."
They behold the bar. It's a very nice bar. It has a window to some exploding stars. "Huh. I'm... pretty sure that's magic of some kind," notes Leo.
"So am I, dipshit, we're both wizards."
"Just making conversation."
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hemomancer
Leo makes a shrill little noise of pain, doubles over, and claps a hand to his neck. "Ow, fuck! Okay, done here! Tapping out! Sky, help?"
The angel walks into the ring, pries Leo's fingers away, and pokes the afflicted area. "You got his cranial nerve pretty bad, plus a good chunk of the nastier muscle groups. He probably couldn't move his head without crying for a week if I wasn't here. Nice work." A faint golden glow materializes around its hands, flowing into Leo's bruised skin and slowly fading the angry color back into his usual skin tone.
"Good game," Leo contributes, still bent. "But next time can Xan get the shit beat out of him instead?"
The angel walks into the ring, pries Leo's fingers away, and pokes the afflicted area. "You got his cranial nerve pretty bad, plus a good chunk of the nastier muscle groups. He probably couldn't move his head without crying for a week if I wasn't here. Nice work." A faint golden glow materializes around its hands, flowing into Leo's bruised skin and slowly fading the angry color back into his usual skin tone.
"Good game," Leo contributes, still bent. "But next time can Xan get the shit beat out of him instead?"
stonedtimewitch
"Thank you for the fight," Damara says in her sweetest possible voice with an overly polite bow. She walks over to the refreshments table again. Her headache is almost completely gone and sugary juices will probably take care of the rest.
"[Enjoy the show, teacher?]"
"[Enjoy the show, teacher?]"
stonedtimewitch
"[My mom and an asshole who wore too much white,]" Damara says. attempting to sound nonchalant. "[Its a long shitty story, there is much better pillow talk about me to be had.]"
the-possibility-of-change
"...Sorry, then."
With a small flare of light, a cookie floats up to his mouth. He absently takes a bite, leaving it hanging by his face.
With a small flare of light, a cookie floats up to his mouth. He absently takes a bite, leaving it hanging by his face.
stonedtimewitch
Damara starts laughing, "[You are adorable when you are apologetic, give me a cookie and I'll accept you apology.]"
the-possibility-of-change
"[Your forgiveness is cheap. These're just Goodkind Mills crap.]"
He floats her a sugar cookie.
He floats her a sugar cookie.
stonedtimewitch
"[I am a slut for many things, most of all sugar and chocolate.]" She snatches it out of the air and scarfs it down. She suddenly wonders if this universe has magical dentistry, she will have to ask later. "[So do I get another match? I like making boys tired and sweaty before knocking them to the ground.]"
the-possibility-of-change
"[I'll probably put you up against Sky. It's not actually holding a grudge against you anymore or whatever that was about, but it's a speedster, so we might as well test your top speed against its. Fair warning, though: it might break your arm. Beware of wings.]"
stonedtimewitch
"[If I am allowed my powers then speed doesn't matter, otherwise it is free to kick my ass and heal me after.]" Damara takes out a maroon ribbon from her pocket and ties back her hair. She is taking this one more seriously. "[Thanks for the advice and the cookie, maybe I'll tease you less but you would have to have less cute reactions first.]"
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