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adurimus‌:

AGGIE LIKED BEST TO BE ALONE, IT was just how she’d trained herself to be. she was used to it. sharing a dorm room was already proving challenging. this ? absolutely impossible. ❝ if someone offed themselves and we’re stuck here like rats, who’s to say someone else isn’t going to top themselves off? ❞ if she could’ve in that moment, maybe she would’ve. over two thousand years down the drain. it still sounded better than being locked in this room. ❝ i mean, we’re in a room filled with chemicals. this is definitely not a place someone should be confined. ❞ she wasn’t even in the mood to cause trouble. worse off, she still couldn’t find her ring. ❝ gods, this is ridiculous waste of time. ❞ depending on how long they were stuck, some of them were going to have to eat.

"From my understanding it wasn't quite that simple." Alder was trying, honestly, to address the situation in what he assumed was a reasonable way for someone on his own side of it. Though he was deeply regretting the fact that people thought he had any idea at all how to do that. He was a far better encouraging presence than he was one steady under pressure, but obviously he had to be at the time. "I'm sure nothing is going to happen in here, staff wouldn't allow anyone to get hurt," he pointed out, even the words felt a little less certain when a murder had already been accomplished. 

Yes, well, that aside, Alder cleared his throat and tried to urge the frustrated woman to calm a bit with what was so far little luck. 

"It really is for the sake of safety." Which felt like a broken record by then and Alder was aware, yes, that the diversity of the school made for some complications when it came to small spaces and confinement. He offered up a fairly convincing smile, hopefully. "It won't be long, best to just try to find something distracting for the moment until the lock-down is over. It’s safe here, one time I accidentally knocked down an entire shelf of chemicals and, well, there was a small fire, but everyone came out alright. Oh, aside from a few tables, and the floor, it really was a mess. But, we’ll be fine so long as we avoid things, ah, like that..” 

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adurimus‌:

SHE WAS STILL GETTING USED TO the place and they were already throwing insanity at her like this? ❝ what the fuck is going on? ❞ she’d only gone to the room to check and see if she’d dropped a ring there. she wasn’t expecting to get locked in. ❝ can one of you idiots tell me what is going on? ❞ she looked toward the staff in the room. ❝ i mean know it’s a big assumption to assume any of you have any qualification for being here but i’m desperate. ❞

It was entirely understandable that people were stressed, the anxiety was practically strong enough to sense in the air, and Alder didn't like it. He wasn't big on the idea of supposedly being one of the people in some degree of control of the situation, as much as anyone could be when locked in a room, but he certainly wasn't going to let anyone panic if it could be avoided. Not just from the standpoint of being part of the staff, he just didn't like to see people so upset. 

He wasn't fully sure what was going on, being that his phone very rarely worked he didn't have the direct line of communication many did but by that point there had already been discussion of the death. It didn't seem very reassuring to say it though. "Right now there's nothing we can do but wait, just to be on the safe side." Which didn't answer the question, no, and his hesitance was obvious when he did. "There was a death on campus, it's best not to be wandering around."

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gldcnsins‌:

for someone who was constantly on guard, damian found himself very distracted in the past few hours. the anniversary of his mother’s death rolled around as it did every year, bringing with it a heavy burden of thought to sit on his shoulders. in an attempt to not hurt anyone as he distanced himself, he cancelled his classes for the day, mainly staying in his office to grieve and grade assignments in peace. he wound up in the courtyard outside his office when he finally decided to take a break for fresh air. 

the voice didn’t startle him (few things ever did), but he didn’t expect anyone to be out at that particular time, as it was an hour in which most classes were in session. he took a step to the side without hesitating, though he glanced down at alder with more concern than curiosity. 

“sorry, ah—…” his brow furrowed as his eyes fell on the plant in alder’s lap, the green pot around it and the wilting leaves looking familiar. “is that my plant?”

That was an unfortunate issue that often resulted from his choices to liberate the miserable and otherwise dejected among the local fauna; funny how it was that some people weren't so pleased with his efforts. But they were clearly terrible parents if they couldn't look after the poor things, even though he tried not to judge he certainly could at least step in now and then as a friendly gesture, couldn't he? 

"Well, yes, it's very possible." Alder nodded with only a hint of hesitation to the gesture, he wasn't sure how how kindly the, technically, stealing of the plant was going to be taken and sometimes the answer was not well at all. "It wasn't feeling very well." 

The ends justified the means? Perhaps? At any rate he was already set to the idea of helping the pitiful creature regain the lively glow healthy plants enjoyed, so he did hope it wasn't about to be a complicated conversation. "I think it's mostly the sunlight, you know, they get awfully tired without it." Not that he was blaming anyone, not directly at least.

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It was very troublesome really, his sympathies were fully fixed on the situation and his attention was directed at the spot in the grass before him as he carried on the conversation with what looked to be a rather shabby fern in a small pot that was occupying his lap. Perhaps sitting in the courtyard outside of the building wasn’t the best spot for such thing but the poor afflicted creature was in dire need of sunlight and a bit of encouragement after having been trapped in the dim lights of one of the other professors’ offices for far too long.  The pitiful thing had leaves that were browning at the end, how could anyone be so cruel? 

“Yes, well, you’ll  be perfectly fine in no time. I know it was nearly traumatic, all that time in the dark and hardly any water, some people simply don’t have the good sense to look after anything.” He ‘tsked and chatted on with the plant, trying to cheer the tiny bit of flora up enough to at least lift its’ leaves a bit higher. 

He only paused when the sunlight cut out with the cast of a shadow and he lifted his gaze and questioned politely. “Excuse me, could you move just a little to the side?” Sunlight was, of course, the entire reason for being out there. 

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☆ﾟ*・ﾟWoah is that Alder Forde ? I’ve heard they’re a fae working here as a History of the Fae professor. they came here because or a rather unfortunately misunderstand with a Nephilum and they’ve been working here for 8 years. As a 209 / 28 year-old, I’m sure they’re skilled. Someone told me they’re dramatic and scattered but i think they’re optimistic and earnest. I can’t help but think of cell phones that never work right, laughing at their own jokes when nobody else gets it, and drinking spiked coffee outside in the morning rain  when I look at them.

Alder is either very important in Avalon, or exceedingly not so and it all depends on who you ask about the matter. It's his family, really, that makes the difference. The only child of a trio who have so far not really discussed which of his mothers happens to be the biological one, and that is rather important since one of them is quite the well respected warrior and heroic figure so far as Nephilim go and the other is more the healer, homebody sort without much sway in the history of things. His father was never much extraordinary either way, aside from to Alder since he is his father. 

Plenty have tried to sort out which he is; simply a typical Fae with no more expectations for greatness than continuing to run the little bookstore and shop for arcane objects that his family owns or the powerful warrior just waiting for the moment to step into his power and take back up the mantle of his mother's purpose. Since none of the trio really think it all too important when it comes to their son's life it's an ongoing debate by outsiders but nothing Alder has ever worried much over because he loves all three of his parents and life growing up was rather comfortable. 

It was too comfortable actually, since Alder developed a habit of never wanting to leave the pleasant confines of home or the shop, happy to spend all his time digging through shelves and losing himself in the texts. Which really didn't suit his parents at all, the trio having had their own days of exploration out in the world they certainly didn't want their offspring to deny himself such things. 

They had to nearly shove him out the door shortly after his one hundred and thirty-sixth year because, honestly, it was well past time. There was all of Avalon to explore and of course the places where other races existed as well. But for someone like Alder, far more settled with his books and the company of people who didn't really mind his endless chattering it seemed very daunting a task. He failed to see what could be better than what he already knew he could gain by simply sticking close to home. There was obvious potential in his sharp intellect, he was adaptive, they assumed he would fair well enough.

Unfortunately there was less potential when it came to his actual social skills. He knew perfectly well about the politics and the manners of the higher classes, but applying that to himself was complicated. He had grown up under simple terms and some of the arguments of power and purpose outright perplexed him as to why they even mattered. Avalon was lovely, yes, but perhaps not the best place for him if everyone was holding their breath waiting to see what his linage would show. 

So off to the morals it was. 

They were far more interesting, such delightfully strange creatures, and Alder fell in love with their world and their ways. Simply living such short lives with such furious determination was exciting, their almost alien intensity in emotions was deeply endearing. It wasn't all great, no, a few times during his wandering through human history he saw the ugliness, the pain, and the brutality. There was always a better day though, waiting it out long enough, and that was the best thing about the realm outside of his own home; so much change and so many possibilities. He learned, he roamed, he had a wonderful time all in all. Alder had ever intention of sticking around even longer but he had a real talent for bad situations and even worse luck. If that could have been a magical power he had it in excess. 

A little mistake, the wrong person upset by his actions, and suddenly he was in far more trouble than he could talk his way out of. It didn't seem like things were going well for him at all, the threat of his freedom being revoked and the possibility of being banished to some loathsome dark corner of Avalon hanging over him Alder wasn't sure how to unravel the mess. 

Well, he had one idea, actually. 

Cain wasn't altogether thrilled with the prospects of allowing the Fae to join his staff, there was far too much unpredictable to Alder's very nature but at the same time there was something very useful about his insight and the knowledge that seemed to come so easily to him. It really was uncanny how he knew so much, how much work he put into expanding that knowledge; because honestly at that point his freedom hinged on being useful enough. It's not an arrangement many care for, his grasp of a history he was not there for more than a tiny fraction of is obviously laughable and while most wouldn't question Cain they question Alder plenty. 

It doesn't matter though, fear is a great motivator and going back home really isn't in the cards any time soon if he has any say in it.

[Headcanons]

Alder is one of those far too bright and personable sorts, friendly to a fault and with the sort of eagerness that better suits a puppy than a person. His students tend to like him, though a few of them do try to test his good nature, and he enjoys very much being around them. Of course the awkward part is in that some of those students are closer to his own age than they are other staff members but that hardly matters, right?

Now the other staff tends to have varied opinions about how well he can do his job, especially since he is a bit distracted often, but Alder shoulders it with some humor. 

Speaking of humor, he likes to think himself reasonably funny. Not always the case, but he thinks so. There is something infectious about the effort though, he simply cannot stand to see people weary and there is apparently very few extremes he doesn't go to in order to cheer up the dreary sorts. 

Entirely unknown to him, because he doesn’t really care to know the truth, he is from a very impressive linage of warrior’s blood. His biological mother has earned a great deal of praise and respect for her role in history as a fighter and something of a captain in matters of war and Nephilim affairs. Alder doesn’t have much want to fight but the instincts are there, underused so far but that might have to chance in the future, if he can ever stomach the idea of fighting. 

As one would imagine, given his friendly outlook, Alder likes people very much. Maybe more than that he adores them, in no singular sense either. He was raised with a triad family and is himself polyamorous. He's had his share of lovers and friends with a physical connection, he values every one of them for what they brought into his life and how uniquely they influenced his life. Sometimes it gets a bit complicated, yes, but he has a difficult time thinking people aren't worth it. He tries to avoid such things with students of course, generally, because really he wants to stay as much under the radar as possible when it comes to Cain.

Sexuality is quite the open book with him, he certainly doesn’t limit himself to ideas of gender being a necessity for attraction, and while he is very respectful of the feelings involved he does have a very casual personal life. He’d an adventurous type, not really much in the way of dominating but he’s perfectly happy to see where things lead, flexible about such things even though his preference isn’t towards having to be the dominate one with men or women either way. He is rather flexible to suggestion of course and a bit addicted to new ideas so he does enjoy testing the waters so long as there’s not a danger of physical or emotional harm to anyone involved. 

Alder is entirely indulgent. Maybe it's part of his Fae genetics, or his time roaming the human realms, but he enjoys his vices very much. Anything with appeal, drinking, food, really good books and movies, even the occasional experimenting with drugs; life used to be overwhelming when he was forced to step out into it but since those days Alder has learned just how wonderful it all is.  

Though to a point he is bold but not overly brave. Emotional is a good word for it, his moods are scattered and vivid. Which makes the bad moments very bad, his lowers are a bit intense as well but he usually snaps out it pretty quickly. The problem comes in not being sure where to draw his own lines, throw himself into chaos for a purpose or follow logic and realize the dangers around him. It's never an even scale, or an easy one to navigate. 

Phones hate Alder. He has yet to own one that hasn't died a horrible death in some random way, shorted out or just exploded. It's practically a talent and if people are smart they know not to lend him their phones either because it takes him five minutes flat to destroy one without even meaning to. 

Fae are graceful and ethereal but Alder is a little less so. He's bound to trip over something during the course of the day, if not a slew of things, because he's not great at paying attention to what he's doing. He's clumsy, he has accepted this, is aware of it and has comes to terms with his lack of all that lofty, magical grace that most of his race seem to have in excess. 

Alder knows several languages, mostly because of his infatuation with books. He does actually have an impressive amount of knowledge but since leaving Avalon he's grown fond of human subjects as well. He enjoys a good text detailing the Fae Court affairs of the last century just as much as he's thrilled to get his hands on the newest edition of whatever human literature is on the best seller charts. Because of this he has stacks and stacks of books, comics and magazines around where he lives. It's a bit hard to navigate, actually, he understands his organization system but nobody else stands a chance of making sense of it.  

Along with his books and such Alder keeps plants, so many plants. Again, his Fae nature shows through and he is constantly rescuing plants around the campus that are abandoned or dying, whisking them away to home and helping them recover. He's very attached to them, often chats with them and reads to them as though they were his kids.