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undergrounds2015-07-15 11:04 pm
divinerighttorule) wrote in undergrounds2015-07-15 11:04 pm
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A Darker Dream (OPEN)
1) No remorse and no shame
Out on the town, Azula looks perfectly sweet. Thigh high, slim cut boots with 'tattered' jean shorts, a black tank top underneath, and a loose white shirt over it. At her side was a black fabric handbag to hold her phone and wallet and everything. She has her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.
She looks like a typical tourist, cellphone in hand and taking pictures, especially of famous landmarks. She's here, after all, to take in the culture. So, at first, that means sightseeing.
It's a full day for her, riding buses and taking tours. She takes a couple of light meals in a few places a phone app recommends and stops for coffee more than once, trying to get a sense of the 'local flavor.'
2) Fire, fury and flame
At night, Azula is a different creature all together. She's dressed for clubbing, and for all the innocence she displayed during the day... she shows just that much against it at night. Now, it's all about finding the local hot spots.
She looks young, and nearly every place checks her ID, but she is technically of legal drinking age. She even has the right years officially on everything to make it clear. Which, well. It contradicts what she usually tells people, but if something's forbidden, then young people will lie to get it. Being under drinking age but having an ID that says she isn't? Not a problem.
Between a few of the bars, she takes her own personal shortcuts. Others, though, she walks to, letting herself see the views of London that only come at night.
3) Cause the devil's to blame
The Other Realm is familiar. Still different. Which is, perhaps, the most interesting thing she's learned all day. She knows the feel of it, but the look is different. Still, it's as close to home as she'll be getting for a long while.
So she might as well say hello to those she's going to be imposing on for a time.
In the Other Realm, she makes no pretense of modern clothing. Instead, she wears something far more ornate, a red and gold hanfu with a train that trails behind her as she walks, prim and poised, through the hall of the Seelie king and queen. Her hair, likewise, is loose, hanging down her back. They aren't holding court yet, no, so she can walk among the finery of the Seelie court, understand where she is.
And, she hopes, find a few of her brethern to better understand the players of the games going on in the mortal world.
4) And the angels proclaim
"Poor little things," Azula coos while standing in front of an exhibit in the London Zoo. The birds really are beautiful creatures, but there's no fun to be had in hunting them while they have nowhere to run. Even the aviary has that drawback. The birds wild in London are too small to provide any real sense of sport. They're quick little creatures, but they have no real majesty to any of them.
She could track down a heron. That's certainly on her to-do list. And, well, no one would miss a swan or two. Still, she likes to see the exotic ones. Likes to imagine being able to follow them, flicking between both worlds to really catch them. The mere thought is exhilarating. And makes her want prey. Something to stalk and trap, to watch writhe in her grasp.
Well... There are plenty of mortals around. They might make interesting sport.
5) It's a dangerous game
Her research about the strange happenings with not being able to open and close doors everywhere she wants to go points Azula to one place: Redbright Institute.
The clothes she wears are, in her opinion, 'hyper modern.' They are what she expects everyone thinks a modern teenager looks like. And a fair amount do. With tight pants, laced up boots, a loose t-shirt, and a weathered-looking jacket, she looks like she could have stepped out of a teen fashion magazine.
She enters the campus somewhat carefully, but the wards only contain her magic related to the Other Realm. They don't prohibit her presence entirely. It's interesting, this school. Dangerous, especially given the assorted witches who seem focused on driving out the fae, but interesting. That's why she's looking like a student. Or a prospective student. Just to walk around the campus. Get a feel for the place and the people in it.
6) Wildcard!
Choose your own adventure!
Out on the town, Azula looks perfectly sweet. Thigh high, slim cut boots with 'tattered' jean shorts, a black tank top underneath, and a loose white shirt over it. At her side was a black fabric handbag to hold her phone and wallet and everything. She has her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.
She looks like a typical tourist, cellphone in hand and taking pictures, especially of famous landmarks. She's here, after all, to take in the culture. So, at first, that means sightseeing.
It's a full day for her, riding buses and taking tours. She takes a couple of light meals in a few places a phone app recommends and stops for coffee more than once, trying to get a sense of the 'local flavor.'
2) Fire, fury and flame
At night, Azula is a different creature all together. She's dressed for clubbing, and for all the innocence she displayed during the day... she shows just that much against it at night. Now, it's all about finding the local hot spots.
She looks young, and nearly every place checks her ID, but she is technically of legal drinking age. She even has the right years officially on everything to make it clear. Which, well. It contradicts what she usually tells people, but if something's forbidden, then young people will lie to get it. Being under drinking age but having an ID that says she isn't? Not a problem.
Between a few of the bars, she takes her own personal shortcuts. Others, though, she walks to, letting herself see the views of London that only come at night.
3) Cause the devil's to blame
The Other Realm is familiar. Still different. Which is, perhaps, the most interesting thing she's learned all day. She knows the feel of it, but the look is different. Still, it's as close to home as she'll be getting for a long while.
So she might as well say hello to those she's going to be imposing on for a time.
In the Other Realm, she makes no pretense of modern clothing. Instead, she wears something far more ornate, a red and gold hanfu with a train that trails behind her as she walks, prim and poised, through the hall of the Seelie king and queen. Her hair, likewise, is loose, hanging down her back. They aren't holding court yet, no, so she can walk among the finery of the Seelie court, understand where she is.
And, she hopes, find a few of her brethern to better understand the players of the games going on in the mortal world.
4) And the angels proclaim
"Poor little things," Azula coos while standing in front of an exhibit in the London Zoo. The birds really are beautiful creatures, but there's no fun to be had in hunting them while they have nowhere to run. Even the aviary has that drawback. The birds wild in London are too small to provide any real sense of sport. They're quick little creatures, but they have no real majesty to any of them.
She could track down a heron. That's certainly on her to-do list. And, well, no one would miss a swan or two. Still, she likes to see the exotic ones. Likes to imagine being able to follow them, flicking between both worlds to really catch them. The mere thought is exhilarating. And makes her want prey. Something to stalk and trap, to watch writhe in her grasp.
Well... There are plenty of mortals around. They might make interesting sport.
5) It's a dangerous game
Her research about the strange happenings with not being able to open and close doors everywhere she wants to go points Azula to one place: Redbright Institute.
The clothes she wears are, in her opinion, 'hyper modern.' They are what she expects everyone thinks a modern teenager looks like. And a fair amount do. With tight pants, laced up boots, a loose t-shirt, and a weathered-looking jacket, she looks like she could have stepped out of a teen fashion magazine.
She enters the campus somewhat carefully, but the wards only contain her magic related to the Other Realm. They don't prohibit her presence entirely. It's interesting, this school. Dangerous, especially given the assorted witches who seem focused on driving out the fae, but interesting. That's why she's looking like a student. Or a prospective student. Just to walk around the campus. Get a feel for the place and the people in it.
6) Wildcard!
Choose your own adventure!
[ 5 ]
Some of the students who took up boarding in Redbright and/or simply were milling about in the hallways are talking to each other and gossiping about this or that during a break between classes. Clara had just followed them out of the classroom, phasing through the closed door, to make sure they weren't causing mischief due to one of people in the group being a known prankster. She won't let him put silly putty on the ceiling on her watch. Again.
Judging by how the students seem to practically ignore the older lady hovering close to them, it seems that none of them can spot her. She doesn't seem to mind, more than happy to observe the students interacting with each other until she notices a newcomer with them.
Just in time for one of the students to notice Azula too.
"Hello there!" The oldest girl among the students, a pretty young thing with brilliant red hair and bright blue eyes, smiled happily at the sight of Azula. "Sorry if it seemed like we were ignoring you there for a second. I was just talking to some of groupmates about a project of ours but anyways! Are you new here?"
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"I'm not a student here," Azula says. She can't lie, can't pretend she already goes here. But that doesn't mean she has to tell the whole truth either. "I wanted to see the campus for myself."
The implication of being a prospective student is completely allowed. Even as she talks to them, though, her eyes occassionally flick to the spirit. To those who can't see her, it's no different than someone looking around. Nothing rude, no. Just curiosity. But someone who could see the ghost would know Azula was looking right at her, and her expression indicates she's trying to decide what she thinks.
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Huh. Clara looks around her just to make sure there's no one else the newcomer could be looking at like that but nope. It seems to be her.
... Is there something on her face?
While she touches her face and looks at the window nearby to make sure she doesn't look too awful, Bianca looks excited at what she had just been told. She clasps her hands together and her smile is even "You mean like wanting a tour of the school? If you want then I'll be more than happy to help you out in that! It's a bit like my job here in the school considering my programs."
"Which is nearly all of them," mutters one of the boys next to her and Bianca elbows him hard before looking back at her with an apologetic look that clearly reads, Please don't mind him.
"I'm Bianca. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss."
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"Please," she says with a small smile, "call me Akane."
So many easy turns of phrase to get around revealing that it isn't her true name. Especially in this place, she has no intention of giving anyone any power over her.
"I'd love to know more about the school. Though I wouldn't want to keep you from anything."
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Not to be rude, she opts to show she sees her too by smiling at her and giving a little wave as a sign of greeting. "Hello there, miss Akane. I'm Clara. Most of them don't see me and I like to keep it that way. Makes my job here easier."
"Akane! What a beautiful name. I'll be more than happy to show you around the school so please don't worry about it. I was just talking to my friends over a project but that can wait." Bianca looks back at her friends with raised eyebrows while she packs her books away, the tomes clearly spellbooks for elements and potions. "Right you guys?"
The group with her give affirmatives that ranged in enthusiasm, knowing better than to get in the way when Bianca is in student council mode. That's enough for Bianca to walk over where Akane is, happy to show her around. "I always love to show off the gardens first here to people new here. It's where we grow some of herbs and plants needed for spells and charms and that means we have to make sure they're at their best."
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As useless as that would probably be.
Still, best not to burn any bridges until she determined how valuable they might be. So she'd play nice with the mortal. Besides, even a silly little witch might play a part in the much larger scheme of things. Pawns, after all, have their uses just as much as queens do. The use is simply different.
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A friend of hers elbows the other and they try not to laugh at Bianca's too peppy demeanour before a sour look at them. "Do you need directions to anywhere in particular at least? It's the least I can do for you, Akane."
"Somewhere far, far away from your friends is perhaps the best suggestion," Clara can't help remark in a deadpan way, giving a look of her very own to someone in particular. She sees you, silly putty terrorer. "I haven't forgotten what you did, Wayland, to the toilets and I think the same can be said to poor Mr. Jenkins."
Then something strange, in a way, happens. Bianca is quick to cover her mouth with a hand and a muffled sound is heard from her. A snort that she quickly transforms into a polite cough. To her friends they don't think much of it thanks to the current weather but anyone else would realise what the witch is trying to do: She's trying to keep herself from laughing at Clara's comment.
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A promise she was bound to keep, but it was an easy promise.
That Bianca can hear a ghost (and presumably see one as well) is interesting. Not entirely remarkable, but it marks her as someone worth more investigating. Mortals with the ability to contact ghosts? Are somewhat rare.
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"No problem!" Oh, Bianca. The perfect points over to the direction of the library, giving precise but simple directions to the room. "I can't wait to see you on Friday, Akane! Hope you have a good time here. See you!"
The girl gives one wave before she and her friends depart, the lively conversation resuming as they hurry off to wherever they were heading off too.
Except their spectral tagalong here after she weighs the pros and cons of leaving them be. Clara opts to stay behind and stay with Akane in the end. She smiles, a bit nervous, hoping she made a first good impression earlier. "Um. Hello there again?"
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Teen suicides in demanding schools were the cause of a great many ghosts. When there got to be too many for some to ignore, she slipped in and got rid of them. Still, they're interesting. All ghosts are.
Casually, she starts to walk toward the library. She has a feeling the ghost is going to follow.
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"The school--?" She takes a quick shortcut to catch up with Akane, going through a classroom and then some since she can't float like she used to back in the day. Clara pops up somewhat closer to the young girl as she answers, "Oh! I'm not from here. Haunting, I mean. My haunting grounds. That's somewhere else. I merely work here in Redbright is all."
There's a tone of pride in her voice when she says that, quite happy to be helping out in the school in her own ways.
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Still, she keeps walking. A calm, even pace. Like she owns the hallway even though she isn't even a student yet.
"What is it you do?"
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She likes to think she's a good fit for the work: Doesn't need to sleep, can be invisible from most people, and so on. "Most I do is patrolling and helping students, settled or potential, out when I can. Like you!"