Opening Ceremony!

[principalmouse]

Who: Everybody!
What: Opening Ceremony! Say hi to all your new friends! It's a meet 'n' greet!
When: OPENING DAY!
Where: Just inside the Academic Building
Warnings: None yet. Yet.
[In a wide open hall with banners and a various sundry of celebratory items, the headmaster's rousing speech begins to come to a close.]

In short, you all are here to save our world! There is a threat out there that we must face, but we cannot face it alone. [His demeanor is pleasant, but thinly veiled. His stress is evident in his words, but he is attempting to stay cheerful.] We must do our best to watch over our friends and family and neighbors, no matter who they may be.

We are all responsible for one another. [He lets the silence hang for a moment before letting off and overly cheerful--] HaHa! [Was that a bit forced? Or was it just me?]

Well, guys, it’s time for me t’go, got lotsa stuff to take care of bein’ headmaster and all. But please, get to know one another, go check out classes, and find out where you live on campus! [He gestures to various sections of the room, all labeled with bright colored papers and text.]

I’ll see y’around!

[And with that, the headmaster is off! No, seriously. Watch him go, he’s movin’ fast for such a short guy.]

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Aisling | OTA

[aislingoftheforest]

[The talking mouse is a surprise, but only because of how big he is, and that all these others can understand him.

Save the world? Aisling is mostly concerned with her forest, honestly. ...And wherever her best friend is. And Kells a little, because her best friend's uncle is in there--but that's in her forest anyway, so anything that saves her forest will probably help save the village.

She's less than enthused about classes, too, although--maybe you have to read well to be able to beat the Mist? She knew that a Book was supposed to turn darkness into light, so maybe that had to do with the reading and not just the art?

She leaves the building as soon as she's able. She tries to ignore everyone around her and turns to scramble directly up the side of the building. She has a map, she knows the place she's supposed to stay is nearby, but she's also worked out the word "garden" on it. That seems much more appealing. Maybe she can see it from the roof.]

[runawayroyal]

[On her way to Hoover Hall, coincidence -or perhaps fate- places its hand. In awe of the strange architecture, Jasmine has been carefully examining the buildings as she walks.

However, the form of a young girl so high up strikes panic through her.]

Are you all right?

[She calls up to the young girl, ready to spring into action and sprint up to the floor with the window nearest to the white haired lass.]

[aislingoftheforest]

[Aisling glances down at the call, but she doesn't answer until she finds an open window. In a feat of bizarre acrobatics, she actually turns herself around and swings from the side so she lands, sitting, upon the ledge.]


I'm fine. I have good balance. [And some magic to back it up.]

[runawayroyal]

How...?

How are you doing that?

[Though the question is laden with curiosity, her concern hasn't faded. Not yet.]

Perhaps you could come down here and show me?

[aislingoftheforest]

Why? I'm sure you can't do it. [After a pause, she scrambles down anyway, leaping when she's about a story from the ground to land on all fours. She doesn't bother standing after. Instead she sort of--crawls over the ground on all fours in a way that humans shouldn't be able to.]

[runawayroyal]

[Cute factor is gone.

Though Jasmine would usually admire that fiery personality if she were but a third party, experiencing head-on isn't so pleasant.]

...What are you?

[That certainly isn't natural, and it leaves the princess feeling far more than unsettled.]

[aislingoftheforest]

Some call me a faerie-- [She stops in front of Jasmine and ends up in a crouch, still looking right up.] --or a forest spirit. You can't learn how to climb like me, you're a human.

Tell me where the gardens are. [Yeah she sounds kind of demanding now.]

[runawayroyal]

And you could say "please".

[Though there's some wariness on Jasmine's part -she's never seen a faerie, much less had any experience with any supernatural beings- she isn't about to be walked over.]

Perhaps if you do, I will guide you to the gardens.

[aislingoftheforest]

[Mid-crouch, Aisling just...stops.

Nobody, not when she was the Princess, not when she was alone, not when she'd met Brendan, has ever asked her to say please.]

...What?

[Then she stands fully, putting her hands on her hips.]

Why should I say please to you?

[barelyknow]

[M.K. had popped outside for a bit of fresh air. Meeting new people was good and all, but it was exhausting too. Sighing, she stretched, her head tilting upward. It was only then that she saw the figuring up so high. She let out a startled cry.]

Woah! Woah, hey! What are you doing up there!?

[aislingoftheforest]

[Aisling doesn't answer until she's completely at the roof, where she swings up and perches on the very edge. She calls down:] I'm looking for a place to stay.

[barelyknow]

[She cups her hand around her mouth for emphasis.]

You know, I'm pretty sure they already assigned us rooms. I don't think you'll find them up there, though.

[aislingoftheforest]

I don't want a room! [She lets out a huff and then starts scaling down the wall again. She doesn't see anything from there. As soon as she's only a story up, she jumps to the ground and crouches.]

I don't need one. I don't like walls. I'm going to stay in the boh-tan-ickal gardens.

[barelyknow]

[M.K. watches the descent, rather impressed. It looked like something the Leafmen might have done.]

The botanical gardens? Did you live somewhere like that before?

[aislingoftheforest]

Yes. My forest. I'm from Ireland. [With that, she starts marching off, not waiting for a response.]

[barelyknow]

[M.K. stumbles a bit, but follows after her.]

Your forest? What do you mean?

[aislingoftheforest]

I mean what I mean. My forest. Nobody else's, except the animals. [Hey look, the art building.]

[shepherdofthefrost]

[ Jack doesn't see a lot of people around with his shade of hair who aren't somehow also magic. Granted, he doesn't see a lot of people around with his shade of hair anyway, so, you know. Curiosity abounds.

He waits until she's climbed to the top of the roof - where he's currently sitting, by the by, as casually as though he belongs there and it's perfectly normal - before he speaks up to get her attention. ]

You seem a little lost. Last I checked the sidewalks were all on the ground.

[aislingoftheforest]

[Aisling glances up from the edge and freezes--pun not intended.

Your hair. Your hair is short, but it's white and you're young--you're like her you're like her you're like--

--and then her eyes settle on eyes that are blue, not green. Not like hers.

Her face flashes from shock to hope to pain, and then settles into a half-scowl. She looks almost hurt. Because it's totally your fault you remind her of her people, yep.]

I don't care. I know where I am and what I'm looking for.

[shepherdofthefrost]

[ He doesn't really understand why she's looking at him like that, and her expression changes so rapidly that if he'd blinked he would have missed it. But the face she settles on - that one he recognizes, if only because he knows it's a face he's probably worn too many times before to count.

He's not exactly sure how to ask, but he scoots over a little closer on the rooftop, not to be deterred. ]

Okay, well, maybe - maybe I could help you find it?

[ He pauses for a beat. Okay, deep breath, shoot: ]

...Are you okay? Because you seem a little...upset. Was it something I said?

[aislingoftheforest]

[Thump. She drops to the edge of the roof, legs dangling freely, still looking angry.]

...The gardens. I'm going to live there. I can find them on my own.

[For a moment, she debates with herself over just jumping down and not answering. She doesn't care about being rude--but then she'll be pestered about it.] You aren't who--what I thought you were.

[shepherdofthefrost]

[ Jack shrugs. ]

I could tell you where the gardens are, but since you insist, I won't.

[ He still doesn't really...get it. He hasn't ever gotten that kind of reaction from anybody that he didn't understand why, and he's still curious, so he slides down to the edge of the roof to sit next to her, dangling his legs over the edge as well. ]

Does it have anything to do with...uh... [ He points to his hair, and then to hers. ] With this?

[aislingoftheforest]

I can find them on my own.

[She jumps up when he sits, but she doesn't leave. Instead she just balances on the edge, arms crossed.]

...Yes.

[Aisling doesn't want to hope. She glances at his eyes again.] Have you ever heard of the Tuatha de Danann? Could you be one of them?

[shepherdofthefrost]

[ Jack regrets that he never learned much about other spirits and creatures of myth that lived in the world - all he knew was what little bits of knowledge he'd picked up over the years from experience. And even though she probably isn't a child, the same way he isn't a teenager, he hates to disappoint her. He meets her eyes for a second, and then looks down, ashamed. ]

I wish I could say yes, I really do, but I've never heard of them and I'm not one. I'm sorry. I'm just...a kid who used to be human, and got turned into something else. [ He pauses for a long moment, then looks back up at her. ] Is that what you are?

[aislingoftheforest]

You were human? I didn't know that anyone could change that.

[And suddenly she feels a little bit bad.]

It's alright. They've been gone for a long, long time. Far longer than you've lived, if you look anything like your human-age.

[She whispers.]...I'm the last.