Authors Note
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This is those we've met so far's first impression of Estelle / Ophelia , and their suspicions, opinions, and feelings about her.
Theres a secret code hidden in here... its easy to find, but can you decode it and piece it together?
Hehehehe
Me writing the perspectives : "This makes me feel narcissistic"
My friend/ Self proclaimed but not actually my editor : "At this point Im going to write descriptions of Ophelia because this is the third time I've had to tell you to edit out you projecting your self deprecation."
Also , Day 1 = Orientation, and Day 2 is Mine day!
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Impudence
Blueish grey eyes scanned the halls of Heartstabyl as he made his way to the hedgehog pens.
Who did that girl think she was? Disturbing his schedule by 3 whole hours! Worse, she had the gall to make sarcastic and insultive remarks towards not only the housewardens, but the Headmage himself!
To boot, she blatantly ignored him when she was told to stand , yet listened to the Scarabia Housewarden of all people?!
Not to mention second-handily insulting his geographical knowledge? Purposeful or not, it angered him greatly.
Should he ever cross paths with her again, he would certainly give her the talking to of a lifetime, then never interact with her again, unless, seven forbid , it was necessary.
Stomping through the curving halls of Heartstabyl to the garden pens,
the housewarden carefully held the hedgehogs that had been bestowed to him that morning by some unknown force placing them in his crown:
a large Plum and Magenta striped one, with a cat eared top hat made from cotton, and
a small Brown and blue one, with distinctive Green eyes.
Eyes that reminded him of those he had seen in his many dreams of combat, a strategist floating above, incased in a bubble as she lead them to victory.
In these dreams, the only constant he could ever find was himself, somehow only barred to using fire magic, a preposterous and insulting notion if he ever heard of one.
He would fight alongside the most odd assortment of students, some he didn't even recognize. Draconia was a common one, Al-Asim too, aswell as the Leeches, to his dismay.
On occasion, some would appear in odd attire he had never seen before.
The enemy was always silhouetted, some more humanoids then others. No matter their size, the girl in the bubble somehow managed to lead them to victory, yet..
He swore some of those many silhouettes had been his own.
Seven save the Queen, those dreams were madness, a detestable distraction to his studies and nothing more. Why was he connecting such things to a small animal now under his care?
As he tried to pet it, the brown and blue hedgehog hid behind the larger purple one, slightly shaking at the sight of his hand.
Hmph, why was it scared of him?
He wasn't some tyrant after its head!
(Day 1)
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Cryptic and Suspicious.
Making his way back to Heartstabyl after the newly formed groups first, soon to be many
"we didn't die, hurray!" dinners, Ace spiraled slightly about what she had said at the door as he explored the darkened halls of his new dorm.
"You'll know when you know"? Was she serious?
For someone trying to deny the seer allegations, that is the worst possible thing to say.
Though it wasn't his business (mostly), he couldn't help but be nosey.
What the hell was she? The cryptic statements, fae charm, and take out of the inky-monster-thing they had faced kept him wanting to know more about what she was hiding.
Guessing off the blue tablet she had, she knew atleast someone in Ignihyde, and the weird gift thing from the Scarabia Vice Housewarden?
Coincidence? Ace thought not.
Opening the nearest door, he had successfully located the kitchen, and made a beeline for the fridge.
8 different types of pie? Who needs that many pies? 3 strawberry tarts too? Did they have a baker on steroids in this dorm?
With this many desserts, nobody would notice if just one slice of tart went missing, right?
(Day 2)
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Kind
Laying down on his new dormroom, which he had discovered he shared with Ace, (Yippee....)
The bluette held his mothers baseball cap, she had gifted him it when he was little, close, processing everything that had happened today.
He never thought he'd be apart of something so.....ugh, he didn't know a fancy or perfect word to explain the feeling. Adventurous? Stupid? Chaotic?
Though he hated to admit it, it may have been the funnest day he'd had with friends in a very long time, even if they almost died and had to walk through the leftovers of a ancient(ish) massacre and fight a huge...uh...whatever that was.
Fairytale. Thats the word.
Well , a modern fairytale.
He explored an abandoned mine with people (and a cat?) he just met, fought a monster, wished upon a Fae Charm.... Yeah, Fairytale was the right word...or maybe just the first chapter of one.
He twirled the cap on his finger. D.S No.8 , both and his mothers initials, with her old team number.
That girl..Ophelia .. she had saved him from being expelled and disappointing his mom again.
Whether she knew she had prevented that or not, he was going to do the best he could to show his gratitude for it if he could.
He wasn't smart like her, sure. Or sly like Ace, but if she needed help, he decided he was going to step in when the time came.
A loud clank and a scream cut his thoughts short
Wait..was that Ace screaming?
(Day 2)
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Hiding Something
He was damn sure of it
Not only had she managed to get Air-dropped into another dimension, she somehow earned a sliver of the Lizards favor in less then 18o minutes, a record if he'd ever heard of it.
The part that ticked him off was the scent change
Right after the Radish Sprout had said something, he felt a powerful aura of magic enter the room, and suddenly felt as if time had moved forward, had frozen, you get the idea.
But within the span of what should have been a few seconds, there was a new scent on her, one he didn't recognize, but could tell that whoever it belonged to was someone with unorthodoxly high levels of magic, and was a very big fan of cheesecake.
It wasn't his problem, but it nagged him like the sound of a circling fly.
How the hell had he missed someone coming into the orientation unannounced, and leaving without even a scent trail to follow?
Whatever, his main focus right now was figuring out where the shit Ruggie put his leftover steak.
If all 14 ounces were now located in the hyenas stomach, he should start preparing for one very pissed off lion tomorrow.
(Day 1)
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Diligent, a lover of the sea, and
a possibly very good employee
The necklaces she wore stood out to him immediately when he evaluated her appearance.
The first had a black string, and was laced with a small shell, a pearl white cowrie, if he wasn't mistaken. It was closer to her neck then the other, yet showed no signs of cracking or breaks.
She must keep it well maintained, or preserved it specially for keepsake.
The second was a chain necklace, with a thick silver dogtag engraved with a trident, it was an interesting combination. She definitely had quite a love for the oceanic, so she'd likely find no problems in working at the Lounge.
When she had been dropped in to the Mirror Chamber, he recognized the symptoms of nearing a panic attack slowly rising in her.
However, the housewarden of Scarabia had calmed her in only moments, and she returned the favor 10 fold, as he watched her rescue the heir from a large blast of fire, burning herself slightly in the process, then run off with him, likely leading him to safety.
A good trait to have in an employee of his: gratitude.
He also noticed she had decently well trained muscles, good for helping carry boxes of supplies, along with a conventionally pretty face, both useful things in his line of business, the latter especially in a school with teenagers.
Although an attractive face can be burden when it comes to those who lack the ability and common sense to control their damned hormones, especially the "completely" straight ones, As Shroud would say, the "overly Cis guys"
Why couldn't humans who could not control their desires just adapt to reproducing asexually? You could get potions for hormonal changes like that over the counter these days.
So, if she should work at the lounge, he would need to have someone guarding her at all times for that reason.
Jade or Floyd being his most reliable options. Although , Ravian was a good option too, but might lose his shit he had to work a shift with Floyd. He had a weird obsession with always being the most frightening on his shift, and Floyd far surpassed him in that factor.
Working with Oogustus and the triplets in the casino might be too much to ask of a newcomer.
He didn't want to traumatize them that much.
The Celphalo looked back at his tallies for how many students from each dorm had made deals with him today.
Heartstabyl : 7
Savanaclaw : 18
Octovielle: 23
Scarabia : 9
Pomfieore : 20
Ignihyde : 0
Diasomnia : 5
So far, this year seemed to have a large boost of business, thats very good news indeed.
If he could get the girl to sign a contract, he could have triple the sales with just a single student having higher pay then those outside the Octotrio
He had some information if he wanted to achieve such a thing, so he might aswell get started on that.
(Day 1)
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A Familiar Faced Savior
Shining piles of jewels and gold slid around slightly as he continued his search for the perfect gift, a thank you for protecting him during the fiery chaos, and a "Welcome to the Housewarden club!" complementary gift.
When The Heir had laid eyes on her , he swore he'd seen her face somewhere before. Not at a banquet , at his home, or a party, but somewhere else he couldn't quite name. Like a dream, or a vision.
Though, the name "Estelle" came to mind when he tried to rack his brain for answers.
She had introduced herself as Ophelia, though,
so it might just be him thinking too much about it.
If It had been in a dream, he could check the sketchbook on his bedside bureau, which he used to sketch interesting or memorable things in his dreams.
He started doing this after hearing someone say that dreams can show you the future, or things you can't see consciously.
If he knew what was happening, or going to happen, he could be of more help to Jamil, to his family, and to his dormmates too. So he started sketching his dreams when he remembered then.
Finally, he had collected the items he was looking for, and while leaving the treasury, tripped on an old infamous relic, which he picked up and added to his tiny handpile with a smile.
Dashing down the hall, U-turning half way after realizing he was going in the wrong direction, he made it to his room, where an extremely pissed Jamil greeted him.
"What happened to "I'm going to bed"?
You know damn well you shouldn't be running around at night alone, especially in one of the treasuries. If a thief were to come here to rob you , you realize thats their first target, right?"
Placing his "small" tokens of gratitude in a neat blue box, the Vanilla haired boy sighed, having heard this speech all too many times.
"I know, I know. I just wanted to get something for the girl that saved me. She got burnt because she blocked the fire from hitting me, and she just got poofed into this world, theres no way she even could pay for new clothes if Mr. Crewel hadn't-"
"Fine, whatever. Just for the love of the Sorcerer, go to bed."
The door clicked softly, and he grabbed for his sketchbook, speaking to himself while searching through the pages for the one he thought it might be on.
"5? No... 8? Hmmm..this page is just 8 again, uh..9? Not here... Ah-Ha!"
The doodle on the 12th page was not all too clear, drawn with obviously freshly awoken weary eyes
The sketch was the girl he'd seen just this morning, holding a small phone with his likeness on its screen.
The perspective of the artist seemed to be just above the headboard of her bed, reaching out to the brunette through a semi- reflective surface, but accidentally getting their wrist stuck somehow.
In the second he found was on what seemed to be old ruin grounds, a large flaming beast stood infront of them, both Idia and Malleus flanked his sides, all three in their orientation robes, fighting for their lives.
She floated, encased in what looked like a bubble, above them, shouting at them to retreat.
That they were destined to lose.
Why was she so sure about that?
In the final one, he was pulling her through a mirror, a ton of ghost hands reaching out to her aswell, some having distinct features that reminded him of some schoolmates, like a deathly pale and calloused hand, right next to a small, robotic looking one. One that was gigantic, with sharp, talon like nails. And another that was definitely Jamils was right next to his own.
She had seemingly chosen his hand to drag her in, specifically him.
Hey, didn't something similar happen during her orientation? She was on the verge of a breakdown, and he had reached out to her, and she took his hand, just like in the dream.
Maybe this was something important after all! Like a prophetic vision!
Brimming with curiosity, Kalim returned to sketchbook to his bedstand, turned off the lights, and tucked in, restless with excitement.
He'd get to meet her for the first time outside of a crisis! Maybe she was meant to help him somehow, and thats what the dreams were telling him.
Well, he'd have to wait til tomorrow to find out.
(Day 2)
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Shy
Khnori placed his now empty delivery bag on his bed as some chipmunks and squirrels
he befriended that day helped him pack his school bag for the next day.
What was he forgetting again....Oh!
He was supposed to meet up with the Vice Housewarden when he returned!
He decided he could trust his new fuzzy friends like always, and told them of it.
After a discussion entirely made of squeaks had been made, the second year student made his way to main room to meet with the Snake Charmer.
After discussing his experience, he made a discovery:
Apparently, he had misheard
"Try to see if she is moody" as
Suffice to say, Jamil was not amused to hear that:
A: Khnori hadn't even stayed for long enough to tell if she was moody or not in the first place.
B : She seemed extremely shy.
C : She already had a group of friends.
And D : Khnori had actually given her a hoodie without questioning it, and hadn't even shown Jamil what it looked like.
He had put in the the bag with the food and hadn't asked her to open it then and there
So he wasn't aware until far after he left if she even intended to use it, so Jamil couldn't "Salvage that part of the plan" , Whatever that meant.
He had made sure to wash the hoodie, even though he never wore it, left a nice note so that she'd know it was a gift, and even embroidered a small blue chipmunk and some acorns onto it for her.
However, it was one of Khnoris spares, so it might be a tad too big for her small figure.
Though, atleast she'd be warm, right?
Thats what's important to him.
Khnori just worried he hadn't made enough food.
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Keeping an eye on you
The Huntsman had not been far when a mass wave of magic paused all in its radius, including himself.
Having finished his duties, the ever-so curious blonde had decided to watch the orientation proceedings from a hidden shortcut in the
Mirror Chamber, one he had discovered in the library during his first semester.
In no way did he end up regretting it.
Watching the girl fall like a marionette, a small direbeast hybrid landing on her lap, was interesting in itself. Such a magnificently unusual way of entrance.
She had been shaking in a way he could easily imagine a small baby fox would if he cornered it.
His Hunting instincts immediately registered what he could interpret from whatever was unblocked by his view, attempting to catch her scent, as it might come in handy later.
Hibiscus, Blackberry, Cedar Wood & Brown Sugar, and just a final hint of Pumpkin.
Yet one not her own seemed to slightly linger with her, based on Crowleys statement that she had a run in with Malleus, it would he unsurprising if it was his :
Old Stone, Birch Wood, a Deep Rose, Lavender and Chamomile.
The small creature nestled in her arms reeked of flame, charcoal and gasoline.
Did his eyes deceive him, or was their flames sprouting from its ears?
Her eyes landed on him for a moment,
Jade Green on Emerald Green, and seemly registered that someone was hiding there, yet she was far too terrified to care or focus on such.
She had noticed him? The huntsman was only becoming curiouser and curiouser about this new arrival.
Rook watched with rapt intrigue as the orientation became more and more disastrous, like a modern beginning of a soap opera playing out before him, but right before her true homestead was likely to be revealed, a wave of magic passed him, and he saw a fleeting shadow pass by.
Oh how he wished he could follow it, but alas, that would have to wait, as he couldn't move a muscle.
After everything snapped back into normal speed, the huntsman noticed immediately her scent had changed, this time more deeply.
Cat Fur, Cheesecake, Willow and Oak wood, and just a hint of paint.
The blonde was instantly desperate to learn what had occurred.
Did someone pass him with such ease and commune with her somehow? No, he had seen little to no movement from the girl.
Due the depth of the scent, who or what had evaded him gave her a long hug, at minimum. she, or any normal person, would have noticed that instantly, yet she had not flinched or startled.
A small glimmer in her hair caught the hawks eyes, a purple shine hidden in chocolate brown waves and curls.
Glitter, that hadn't been there before.
Just then, everything went up in a circus like manner, the firestorm queued on, yet he chose to wait it out, now too fascinated with this hunt to leave just yet.
He witnessed her rescue the Asim heir from the fray, then dash off down a different corridor as the group began attempting to solve their
fire hazardous cat problem's.
Finally, all parties had departed, all too exhausted to clean up. How lucky for him!
Scanning to make sure everyone had left the hall, Rook inspected the floor throughly, scouring for any clues to what his eyes had been unable to witness.
Confetti? Glitter? Purple
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