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You aren't sure how you landed here, or even where here is. But here you are. Some new place. Or maybe... maybe it is familiar. Maybe not. So... where are you?



AURADON



Welcome to Auradon! You have woken up in the perfectly manicured grass before a large castle. You're not the only one! if you follow the path to the Castle you'll discover it is the dorm for a large school attached at the back. Everything is amazing and elegant. There is a wing of rooms that are meant for girls, which are generally full of pink and white and sparkles and lace and frills. Very few of the doors are locked, but a lot of them are filled with personal belongings, like these were someone's rooms.

The rooms meant for boys are much the same, though they are more blue and green and flannel. But again, most of the doors are unlocked, even though the rooms look lived in.

On both sides, the rooms each have two beds, and two of everything.

The grounds themselves are well kept and neat with flowers and bushes and lots of places for sitting on the grass to enjoy the sun or share a picnic.

What is missing - in the dorms, on the grounds, in the perfectly clean classrooms are... people. The only people around are those who seem like you, newly arrived and confused.

And then, rushing right at you, are animals. Birds and rabbits and stray cats and dogs!




The Isle

You are in a graveyard. an old poorly cared for graveyard littered with trash. Old crushed cups and molded fruit cores. The whole place had an air of neglects with weeds springing up around what at first seemed to be tomb stones...

But a closer look might make one question them. For these were not tomb stones at all. There were no graves and what was carved into them wasn't names of the dearly departed, but rather sayings exulting evil. Celebrating it. These my dears, were doom stones.

But if the graveyard wasn't a graveyard, then what was the mausoleum that lorded over it all? Going inside would reveal it to be one of the most depressing suffocating horror houses of all - a high school. A poorly kept high school with drafty classrooms, a basement that stunk of mold and chemicals, and trash and graffiti everywhere. Many lockers are dented from the inside out, like something had been trying to escape. But it was eerily quiet now.

Some doors are locked. Most are not. But everything is just in a state of disrepair. One door has a giant spider guarding it, but everything else seems... deserted. Like this school had been abandoned long ago. With even the lights flickering, the whole thing feels almost haunted.

But if you try to use any magic or powers to light the way you might just find the scariest thing of all...

NO MAGIC WORKS HERE!

Welcome to the Isle of the Lost, explore if you dare....





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starprofessor: (hand on cheek)
From: [personal profile] starprofessor
"So this is another school," Byleth said without much intonation, as she turned to look at the other young woman.

"I don't suppose this is a military academy," she remarked looking at the lacy blankets, as an expression of fondness flickered across her features. "Although, I can think of several of my students who would love those."
mal_contented: (Amused)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
"No, though I think a number of the students have training of that sort." She had training too, but for the other side.
starprofessor: (neutral)
From: [personal profile] starprofessor
"Oh. Is this an Academy of Sorcery?"

Byleth had been told before that she had resting demon face. She hoped that her "unexpressiveness" wasn't too unsettling for her conversation companion.

"I'm a professor at the Officer's Academy at Garreg Mach. Or I was. Before the war. I was in charge of the Blue Lions House. Things are...complicated at the moment."

A pause and a blink. "I'm Byleth. Byleth Eisner."
mal_contented: (Eye roll)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
"Actually, it is mostly a school for goodness. Or well, for kids who are already good. FG thinks that the true magic is in education," she rolled her eyes as she spoke, "and the kingdom wanted to focus on something other than war. For lots of reasons."

"But hey, good to have a teacher around here, I guess. What subject did you teach? And I'm Mal." No last name, at least none that she was offering.
starprofessor: (hand on cheek)
From: [personal profile] starprofessor
"Military strategy. Weapons. How not to die in battle."

Byleth looked thoughtful. "When you say Kingdom...you don't mean Faerghus, I suppose. And it seems odd to only teach people viewed as 'good'. Foolish even."
mal_contented: (So what then?)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
"I mean Auradon. And you wouldn't be the only one here with opinions on that topic. But things are changing. Slowly, carefully. I mean, the VKs get taught too, just... not here. Even on the Isle, anyone who wants an education can have one. But it is only really mandatory out here."
starprofessor: (hand on cheek)
From: [personal profile] starprofessor
"I have never heard of Auradon." Then again, there were many things and places Jeralt had never told her about growing up.

"Do you know what's happened to my sword?"
mal_contented: (Gesture)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
"Absolutely no clue," she said honestly. "But when I first was dragged between worlds, a lot of things I had with me vanished. Including," she said dryly," The vespa I had been riding on when I crashed into the world."
starprofessor: (oh)
From: [personal profile] starprofessor
"What is a vespa?"

But the more important issue: "If someone else tries to use my sword, they will be transformed into a beast. Only someone with a compatible crest can wield it. If it is with my students...all will be well. But, if it came here, I fear for the safety of whomever picks it up."
mal_contented: (Say that Again?)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
"It is a vehicle. Like a motorcycle or a car for one or..." she groaned and rubbed her face. "Magical horse. It was like a magical horse."

Then she shook her head. "When I was dragged around worlds, as soon as I returned I was right where and how I had left, with no memory of having been gone."
starprofessor: (hand on cheek)
From: [personal profile] starprofessor
"It's a machine?" Byleth's lips twitched into a small smile. The news that the Sword of the Creator was safe, was enough to make her relax a little.

"I can understand the concept."
mal_contented: (Amused thought)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
"Oh thank fair Godmother. I think if Ben heard me calling my vespa a magical horse, he might never stop laughing at me," she muttered. "Yes, it is a machine."
starprofessor: (Default)
From: [personal profile] starprofessor
"We have machines, although not for transportation. We have pegasus, wyvern, and horses."
mal_contented: (Jaw drop)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
"You.... ride... what are basically... wanna be dragons?" she asked, jaw dropping open slightly. "And they don't, I don't know, eat you for the insult?"
starprofessor: (Default)
From: [personal profile] starprofessor
"No, but, the pegasus have injured males who try to ride them....and a few who just came too close for their liking."
mal_contented: (Pursed)
From: [personal profile] mal_contented
"Smart horses," she said with a teasing smirk.

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