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𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 ： 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 ： 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞/𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Listening to the students through the grapevine of gossip, yelling, and fighting throughout the day has led the bodyguard back into the circle of extroverted students who explained far too quickly what the commotion was about. Usually, the sight of the Diasomnia outfit would give the masses pause from dragging him anywhere, but spirits were far too high to dampen the moods in the crowd.

Boots and sneakers squeaked on the polished wood of Sam's store, and Silver can barely believe he's in a fray like this again. The students piling the counters and the shelves were not as bad as the New Years sale, but if some of the tomes quality was to be assessed properly, items today were of high value and very sought after.

Not because of much you can resell一unless you get something as durable as a book or as fine as a locket一but because of the holiday you the people at the gates had gushed about as Silver wondered who his coffee run had been prematurely halted.

"Sam's got the best Valentine's Day gifts on the day itself, you can't go wrong spending a bit!" ： "I got a girlfriend back home, and you can't tell me something from Sam's won't amaze her." ： "Oh, your from Diasomnia too! Quick, help us hold our place for the Valentine's sale."

If this wasn't familiar, Silver might not have been so suspicious of his fellow Diasomnia members dragging him into line. Asking them upfront what this was about had bolstered no real clues except the obvious, so he had to ask the more blunt question on his mind.

"What is... Valentine's Day?"

If Silver being one of Malleus's personal guards hadn't killed the atmosphere, it seems that this question had. First, in was like they hadn't processed what he had said in their jolly mood. Secondly, followed the down turning if smiles and confusion set in. If Silver wasn't serious about not knowing, he wouldn't have felt awkward for hushing for jolly talk.

Silver crossed his arms and awaited the answer from someone, because he honestly didn't know. Another human holiday he hadn't properly been taught about was not new to him, but it was indeed strange he hadn't heard anything before the big day itself. Don't these things take planning and time?

"Sir... You really don't know?" A freshman he recognizes asks him with indignation.

Silver answers with honesty and a flat tone. "Yes. I don't recall hearing anything about this before today, much less anytime yesterday. When was this set-up?"

"Sir, it was set-up yesterday for pre-orders or special persons. Today is for the whole student body to just shop." The freshman continues, still being aghast that Silver was out of the loop.

A slightly older Diasomnia student steps in for Silver, and to his credit, he does look as shocked anymore after connecting something in his head. "It's only natural that Silver wouldn't know about Valentine's Day, or the sale yesterday. He's not from the central grasslands or the Queendom of Roses, so it's natural he probably hasn't heard of it on a regular bases... or at all, really."

"But, why wouldn't he know about the sale or the promotional material?" The freshman asks before Silver can inquire the same thing.

It was quickly answered with a small wince of the upperclassmen. "Silver fell asleep before clubs even began, and some Diasomnia members had to take him from class because of how heavy he was sleeping. I hear Silver didn't wake up till after the Sports Club helped San decorate and pass fliers out, around dinner."

Silver felt his throat tighten and his jaw clench at the explanation of his passing out yesterday, and couldn't refute the claim at all. He had seemed to have a gap in his memory where he couldn't remember his last class, or clubs, and hoped it had been the side effect of a shorter, rougher nap. No. It had been the doing of a dizzy spell so harsh it knocked him out for three hours, and through getting carried. Silver could recall dinner clearly, but nothing about Crewel's final period. Not again.

"Oh." Answers the freshman, and the skittish sophomore beside him helps them push forward in the line to keep their spots.

The silence was thick between the Diasomnia students until the upperclassmen finally came back to the topic Silver had wanted to discuss previously. Apparently the Queen of Hearts used the day to celebrate her husband and loving marriage, and genuinely spread the cheer all around the cities nearest the Kingdom for one day only. Another upperclassmen of Diasomnia, a silent and large type, also brings up another myth of the Goddess of Love, born from the Isles worshipped near the Underworld. Apparently, thus Cupid was a distributor of affection by forceful means and weapons.

Silver was lost the second more then one myth lead to a controversy of the past, but ultimately he settled for at least understanding the central meaning of this Valentine's Day...

To share a gift from the heart so someone knows you've appreciated their efforts in your life.

The freshman almost wanted to correct him, but his upperclassmen shook their heads and made motions of axing their necks. It was best to just leave Silver be, especially since they lost him after discussing a holiday policy change from a nation Silver didn't live in. At least they had a determined soldier on their side, ready with a plan for his time in the store, and they all waited for the line to decrease.

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An hour and a half of waiting, and barely twenty minutes to find gifts as fast as he could, and it still wasn't enough for what he had planned. Silver, left arm carrying all his merchandise and items he had acquired, had never seen a time so short outside of New Years Sales. He always forgets that in the moment, he does not enjoy the hassle, but for some reason the thrill doesn't deter him from a later perspective. He guesses that's why shopping was mentioned as an addiction by Crewel once...

As he heads back through the campus and onto the track to Diasomnia, he couldn't avoid the ironic nature of this college. Hearts... being given away through thoughts or actions or gifts... in a school so unlike Royal Sword, it almost made Silver wonder how universal joy was...

Later, he thinks, you have gifts to wrap.

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"I know it isn't much, but I could only think of this when getting you a gift for this Valentine's Day." Silver had brought the gift for you with him all day just in-case he'd have a faithful run-in sooner or later. And just his luck, he can give his gift without the hassle of further chase (he hopes).

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Going up to the door left Silver with a feeling of depletion under each step of the stone below his boots. At the start of this, the lack of noise gave way to tinnitus in his ear and the lack of wind left all he could see almost in an uncanny valley, but he'd never felt this out of it before now. Castles have tunnels, windows, loopholes, meurtrière, and more to let wind and noise come through.

Because of the lack of proper environmental noise, the resonation he hears inside his ear is minimal as it nearly flattens to the door. Good. He starts knocking with a hearty rap of his first joint knuckles, creating a sharp and piercing noise. 

"Castles from a certain generation hold a smaller door for common use, for guards and servants to pass through. If we find it, we could potentially break the hinges with magic," Silver says, while moving against the dull wood door. 

Team one: Operation CastleGate

It felt like hours of stumbling along gripping his shoulder in pain while getting more and more annoyed. Maybe it was the lack of colour, Maybe it was how utterly generic fantasy this castle was or the fact the group found themselves at a castle door tasked to open an escape route for the other teams that had him getting angrier by each slow minute.

For now there were no guards here but none of them could be certain for how long. Chewing his lip in irritation he looked round to see if there was an obvious switch or something.

"We could just burn it down? Who cares about their shitty gate?" He scoffed, offering no helpful advice. 

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By the time the world stopped spinning in washes of pearl and snow white from ebony and slate black, Silver had to drop to his knees for a second's rest as Rove fell over as well alongside him. The toss he had suffered had taken the wind out of him, and looking up into the new environment had Silver dusting himself off to finally stand again. 

The ghost lady aside, the old-fashioned area around them had lanterns above doors, flames unmoving from what Silver could guess, and giant metal designs for their doors. Old-fashioned, for sure. The architecture could have been mistaken for preserved history, but he knows better. His head was still spinning from hitting cement before transport. 

"A town. A ghost's town." The pun was lost on Silver as he spoke, stepping forward once towards the town. "The locals—do we talk to them or move forward?"

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Continued from here @crossedtheline @silverknightpiece @thecoachman _____ The world blurred as the group was pulled from the cemetery. A mixture of monochrome and lights till it melted into a grey generic fantasy land and Rove spent a moment to wonder if he was in one of Idia's vr worlds.

Grasping his shoulder that was still bleeding he stared round in confusion he hadn't heard the tink tink of the can falling from Luciano's hand onto the floor till her stepped on it and instinctively felt his body fly forward as it rolled under his foot and he slammed into the grey dirt below with a hearty thump.

"....ow..." He wheezed in pain looking up to see one Ghostly maiden giving him some bombastic side eye and scoffing. Groaning as pain shot through his shoulder he tried to sit up dirt on his face. “I hate this….”

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一 continued from this here!

From where he was thrown back—even if he was on his way back to his fellow students sides—he could see the child off into the fog but lost sight of her first. He looked at his teammates and shook off his uniform from the dirt where he landed.

"I do not feel in the best of shape. My upper back took my fall." He doesn't lie about hurting, it would be counterintuitive. He calmly continues, "But we can talk later; she has given up reprieve. We must find her."

A few careful steps forward have him moving first. Reaching into the fog and taking hold of the closest, he could feel his fingers gliding over crumbling cement as he leaned over… for nothing to show up. The empty space has Silver looking back at his team with a shake of his head.

"Nothing here. Try another, but be careful, everyone." 

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Rove had a point but the way he made his point made Jinx get second hand embarrassment. Still though, he wouldn’t complain about going down instead of up.

The graveyard, while a change of scenery, was an unwelcome surprise. Why would the ghost realm have a graveyard anyway? It’s not like you could die twice. Suddenly, there was giggling a few rows over and Jinx felt a chill down his spine.

“Did you guys hear that?” Of course they did, “… Are we seriously about to check on some creepy laughter in a ghost cemetery?”

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一 last part here.

Silver can see Jinx get pushed back and out of the position he had taken just behind him. It was lucky that Silver hadn't jumped in the beginning, with how far out he had started. He unclipped his baton from his belt and took aim with his shards of ice just behind the ghastly child, taking a shot at her zooming back.

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬: 𝟎.𝟓 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞.

The shards of ice hit, but the distance and aim were off. And moved; she really could. The ghost seemed to pivot on the spot and flail her way to Silver. 

𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬: 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝟐 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 (⅗).

He did not expect to have his baton slammed back into his chest with the weight of a collision he didn't expect. He could feel his teeth rattle, and he was sent a few feet back into a large tombstone. He coughs and braces against it. 

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Rove had a point but the way he made his point made Jinx get second hand embarrassment. Still though, he wouldn’t complain about going down instead of up.

The graveyard, while a change of scenery, was an unwelcome surprise. Why would the ghost realm have a graveyard anyway? It’s not like you could die twice. Suddenly, there was giggling a few rows over and Jinx felt a chill down his spine.

“Did you guys hear that?” Of course they did, “… Are we seriously about to check on some creepy laughter in a ghost cemetery?”

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Going down the stairs and taking the platform of graves, considering what's happened so far at school already, Silver takes a few steps into the fog bound world, but does not pass where his teammates would believe he's leaving. 

The graves are not what you'd want to see, but it's some form of civilization. Perhaps the ghosts kept them here because it was their own belongings, or perhaps it was a cruel joke that they slept there. The haunted sounds carried over to him, and Silver turned back to his team.

"A likely conclusion is that it's an apparition, especially where we reside now. If we need to, I volunteer to step forward and ask whatever we need." Silver did not care to take another step for emphasis, already willing to go ahead. "But is everyone alright with that?" 

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Rove had a point but the way he made his point made Jinx get second hand embarrassment. Still though, he wouldn’t complain about going down instead of up.

The graveyard, while a change of scenery, was an unwelcome surprise. Why would the ghost realm have a graveyard anyway? It’s not like you could die twice. Suddenly, there was giggling a few rows over and Jinx felt a chill down his spine.

“Did you guys hear that?” Of course they did, “… Are we seriously about to check on some creepy laughter in a ghost cemetery?”

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The silence was palpable between the two at the table, but Silver couldn't tell where it was from. The smile on his father's face and the slight shake of his teacup as his shoulders bounced told Silver he found this amusing, as he's laughed in Silver's face before for things Silver can't understand, but Malleus did not look any better than before.

The silence was thicker.

Silver did not know what he could say next to change anything, and his face was drained of his smile. The scissors in his hand were still held tight, and Silver used his free hand to run through his choppy bangs. They did feel right, so what he wanted didn't fail. And yet…

"Mall-iz…" The boy knows better than to yell when standing next to someone, but his voice cracks as he pulls himself back into his seat. Once he gets there, the scissors are placed on the table next to the tea sets he couldn't pick up. "Did it work?"

If it did, why did your face look so sour? 

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There is something altogether hideous in growing up, Malleus has decided.

It didn't used to be that way- when he was smaller, more hidden away from the world than even now, he was able to play and spend most of his hours in the cottage. The palace was a place of occasional, prolonged staring contests with his grandmother in which neither spoke until she nodded and he was allowed to leave.

These days, it felt he was there nearly every waking moment. He had begun to become 'involved' politically.

He'd not had much choice in the manner, as he was no longer knee high to Lilia and considered a 'proper teenager' at this point. Naturally, to his own annoyance, people had become interested in meeting and rubbing elbows with him in hopes of pushing their own interests forward.

So, as Silver had surmised, his hair seemed permanently slicked back.

Before the awful blunt-cut mullet Lilia just gave him, that is. He's actually positive he can't turn up at home like this and needs to go into hiding for several months.

Mally-iz!

He's brought out of his post-spit take reverie by that familiar little voice, clear as a bell.

Great seven, look how they massacred my boy.

If Malleus' awful blunt bangs were a misdemeanor, these safety-scissored swings at Silver's were a felony. Lilia looks far too delighted and amused by the turn of events for his taste.

" . . .We match. "

He tries to sound enthusiastic, but he's suddenly overtaken by the need to lie on the floor and play dead in hopes it becomes less humiliating.

This endeavor wasn't supposed to garner casualties, good gods.

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Rove's observations get to his turn, and after a pregnant pause, Silver pieces together information that he could remember. "Doors that lead you to separate locations. The main gate sends you back to square one once you hop it. The environment turns into your worst nightmare before your eyes. Doors that shouldn't exist appear before you and tempt you inside." He lists this off, "I've noticed all these things, yet no entities have been encountered outside of my time with Kalim. It didn't even kill the grass it trod upon."

Though the grass outside hadn't died due to the upcoming winter, Silver wonders now if the entire campus is in an isolated state. Time has been manipulated, but can a state of decay be maintained? For now, they'll need to move on. 

He whispers to himself, "... going down would put us at a disadvantage with the stairs to our backs…" 

Blinding white turns to grey as the temperature drops. For a moment it feels like he’s sinking through water till eyes flutter open to monochrome and the soft clutter of his feet landing on wood?Marbel? He wasn’t sure. He shuddered as the chill seeped into his clothing as he pulled out the mirror from his chest pouch to call through only to frown deeply as he received nothing back. Great a dud… Looking round he saw none of his team around. Alone, he clutched his jacket around him to try and comfort his stress as he started ascending the stairs calling out for anyone who could be near. As he turned one spiral he caught sight of someone ahead of him. Picking up pace into a run he gripped the side rail breath panting. “H-HEY!” He called out hoping the person ahead of him was another student. ~~~ @crossedtheline @silverknightpiece @thecoachman

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Silver had approached the Savanaclaw student with most of his intentions leaning on the competitiveness of its members. He knows that he can't turn to just any student for training if he actually wants to push his limits, and he doesn't want to rely on Sebek for all his physical or magical exercises. His fellow countryman had better things to do than appease his apprehension from sitting around at any time, coming when Silver asked. The theories and whispers all around, the years of bullying he sees in the rowdiest students. It was getting to Silver even though he tried to talk out his anxiety.

It seems only fitting to take on a student known well around campus who is seen jogging religiously every morning and is part of the Track and Field Club on campus. That'd at least get Silver back on his feet before he took to asking his own clubmates for help.

In the comfortable and fitting PE uniform, Silver forgoes strapping his wand to him and keeps it behind with his other equipment in his gym bag. The baton was far from what he'd need in a footrace. And assessing the course they had set up, he meets Jack on the path, starting with listening to the underclassman's statement. And finds it fair. He asked for this chase, and Jack can set the rules as he sees fit... within reason.

"Of course. On three. My mark?" Silver faces the line where they'd begin and keeps Jack in civil conversation range. His antsy nature does not negate the possibility that he might fall asleep against his will, and he doesn't want to fall into Jack. If he could avoid it. "And again, I can not thank you enough for agreeing to this, Jack." 

[ NRC ] [ TAG ]  -  Recreate a ghost chase. Sender chases the receiver around to help them practice escaping from an enemy. ((Silver chases in good faith! 🤙))

AGREED UPON BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM,  he was unsure of what to anticipate from a member of diasomnia  —  well aware that they were the  only  other dormitory that could give savanaclaw issue in a  spelldrive  tournament.   though,  whether that was as a  collective,  or merely because they possessed the super - player,   malleus draconia,  he was unable to witness first - hand.    whether or not he was a suitable  partner  for training,  jack wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to make an effort.   their headmaster was being  incredibly vague  on what was to come  —  but many students were  getting antsy,   creating ideas of their own;  it was falling to  chaos  very quickly,   a mess of  theories  being tossed around.   without one  sole  leader,  everyone was prone to their own beliefs.  if one thing was  consistent  between each of these conspiracies:   ghosts,   a prime cause for the disorder. 

“ i’ll run on  three.  whenever  you’re  ready.  ”  silver insisted that  he  would be the one to chase.   hoping that he wouldn’t leave his upperclassman in the dust,   he waited for him to be ready before he would take off running.   they had placed a  handful  of obstacles in the way prior to setting up the start,  hoping it would serve as a  realistic challenge.    with plenty of practice jumping over hurdles for the track team,   but jumping a desk  —  there was few situations where it was  appropriate  to play around like that.   supposing that this was one of them,   they made sure to push quite a bit of ramshackle’s unused furniture in their path.  

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Having been a part of the group from the start, Silver had watched the situation behind him happen with careful eyes. Nothing came from behind the final student and Silver was grateful the hypertension in Rove seemed to be from relief then fear of chase. The stairwell was seemingly empty with either a phantom draft or Silver's ears ringing from their transportation method. 

Silver, standing closest to Luciano, looks from the scene and onto the staircase upwards from where they all had landed. His face was discontent from finding out their communications had all but shut down. But he wasn't going to dwell on that part after it became fate they'd be stranded together. 

"Finding others in a place we know nothing of is more trouble than help." The thought of running around reminds him of Sebek, and danger. "We should explore our options within reason. I'm sorry to say."

Blinding white turns to grey as the temperature drops. For a moment it feels like he’s sinking through water till eyes flutter open to monochrome and the soft clutter of his feet landing on wood?Marbel? He wasn’t sure. He shuddered as the chill seeped into his clothing as he pulled out the mirror from his chest pouch to call through only to frown deeply as he received nothing back. Great a dud… Looking round he saw none of his team around. Alone, he clutched his jacket around him to try and comfort his stress as he started ascending the stairs calling out for anyone who could be near. As he turned one spiral he caught sight of someone ahead of him. Picking up pace into a run he gripped the side rail breath panting. “H-HEY!” He called out hoping the person ahead of him was another student. ~~~ @crossedtheline @silverknightpiece @thecoachman

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Baby don't cry...

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best (saddest most terrible most gut-wrenching) vignette in the game

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一 continues from here!

Silver pulls himself from the slightly kneeling position from where he checked the grass, and he tries to be there for Kalim without saying much while he talks. He's glad that Kalim has always been honest with him and puts his hand on the other's shoulder as he speaks his mind. The other sophomore shares a look not unlike the times he's doubted himself or had second thoughts, and now seems like another time. 

Silver listens to Kalim as the usually chipper student shows a dejected side of himself that Silver can recognize. It's not often that Silver gets to see many students be honest with him outside of Kalim, Rook, or Malleus about what was an issue to them. He can remember being honest with many people and only later realizing he might have made a bit of a fool of himself, but he'd never regret it. And he'd never get angry or upset, only slightly embarrassed after realizing what their stares meant.

And while Silver may know what it's like to have something greater to aspire to and to have others rely on you, he does not have the responsibility that Kalim has over a mass of students. Malleus does.  Silver can only empathize with Kalim's words since he has yet to have such a responsibility over the masses. 

"The students at Scarabia strike me as very keen-eyed students who, yes, may hold deep opinions, but they aren't ones to take half measures. Much less in trust or who they hold accountable." Silver can still remember the strain he felt among the Scarabian students toward Jamil while in class, and especially how they acted toward Kalim during that time. "I can't say anything about how they view your response to this, but I know you'll do everything you can for them. Dorm leaders hold a strength no other students have, even if it may not be magical."

"Your students, outside of Diasomnia students, panic the least from what I've seen."

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Silver hadn't known that his head had hit the desk, as he and Kalim had just been catching up. He had been talking about... oh, about the recent strangeness across campus. He can remember they had discussed the cafeteria before he started to feel foggy, and he was out like a light. It was fast, with the light behind his eyes not setting into black just yet as he heard his classmate become animated beside him.

Silver gives a start as Kalim grabs his hand and tugs him out of the classroom in his dazed state, but Silver quickly comes back to himself as he realizes who he's with. Kalim doesn't grab Silver when he's asleep for nothing, and the smile soothes his worries for now. "No. No, I'm fine.  I only feel a bit cold."  With the adrenaline in his veins, he's unsure why his skin feels so chilly...

Silver was just behind his friend upon their stopping and was still hand in hand with his classmate as he walked beside them.  From where they were in the atriums and the many open windows, Silver could see nothing even as his eyes scanned at a snail's pace for the second time.  "I apologize, Kalim; I don't see anything suspicious." Nothing across the space looked particularly out of place. 

"Did you get to see it?" 

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一 continues from here!

He can hear the people around them whispering to some degree, but it was not unlike the students watching the sparring he has early in the morning at Diasomnia. More in number, more in variety, and more in jeers—but it's not something he hasn't had before. It's just background noise to Silver, as he keeps his pen pointed to the sky and as close as possible to his chest. 

With his watching and judging senses, he manages to cast a shield of light that keeps an opaque look with a shine of yellow. A swipe with his pen had it cast before him, and the grass below him was the farthest he was affected. Barely did it register that he could hear the more rowdy students begin to cheer and boo, and he only briefly wondered if his friend was taking this to heart. Rove was a person inside their own head and had a very warm heart, so Silver opted to keep the whispers in the background to monitor them. 

"On me."  Silver warns as he notices that Rove has already set out to cast a shield, and he finishes with, "Brace." 

With a wave of his hand, he dissipated the shield, and he primed the pen to point at Rove with a charge at the top of its golden emblems. The magic forms into light magic, and he shoots it off with a form that does not break formation, but he notices he had been processing the whispers he noticed. 

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Flora, Light, and Water. For now, Silver had set himself up to practice those in a loop with Rove as well as practice his deflecting magic on anything except Fire and Lightning, as those would cause damage to the ground or nearby students. Practicing his shields could be saved for later if Rove wished to go to a playing field with fewer people about so casually... but after the magic of his latest water spell went through Rover's defenses, he kept his stance across from the other. Silver was positively inclined to Rove so he knew the other could take the spell level he had set, but the coughing was an unfortunate learning opportunity一

一if his father's early lessons were anything to go by. 

He knows Rove well enough at this point, and the prickly words were not unlike someone he knows well, but he does take notice of his training partner's anger at the situation. The snickering of those students gave a hint as to perhaps why, if Rove's words were only the half of it.

Silver may be set where he stands, but he does drop the spell-casting position he stands in for a more casual one for conversation. He had seen the wavering in the magic, even if briefly. "I wish I could apologize for dowsing you, but that is a natural consequence of your spell not holding. Defending against ghosts can deter possession, and if dousing you means strengthening this training…" He leaves the ending unsaid and as impassive as most of what he says. He meant for it to be inspirational or profound, but alas, it came out dull. "But, if you wish to stop, I understand."

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一 continues from here with @fel-mi-er

The ramshackle room that Silver used was one on the front side of the building, with a window facing the front pathway, but luckily it had been a bit of a corner room. The front of Ramshackle has a lot of unused space because of the rigidity of its blocked design from the outside to the inside wall. From what Silver could tell, the walls were thicker than the floors, and it would take a lot of force for noise to travel through them. Sebek's yelling for Silver to wake up when he couldn't bring all of his clocks to Ramshackle had proven that his neighbors at least only heard one third of the ruckus. Thank whatever was watching over him for sparing him the embarrassment of involving students in his problems with waking up. 

He's just glad that he shares the higher floors, and whoever was below him didn't care so much. He would feel terrible. 

Silver sleeps on a higher floor than the base set of rooms, and thankfully the test he had used during the day to see how best to get back in was in his bag. That item is best left for them in its case.

With a slide of his window upwards and a pencil between the sill and the window to keep it open, he put his legs through the window and inched forward once. Seeing Epel down below, he quickly puts in the work to jump down as quietly as possible while still being close to him. 

"Epel." He called. "... Why do you have a stone?" 

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The small first wave of wind that had met them gave a wind chill barely below the freezing temperature for snow, and Silver can feel the Diasomnia Uniform chill on the top layer next to his neck and cheek from the frosty air. He couldn't feel the cold just yet and raised his free hand to keep his bangs from getting into his eyes. The rustling of leaves would have been deafening in this wind, but the gusts were already as loud as could be in their ears. 

Silver would have had a retort for his current partner if the next wave of wind hadn't hit him shortly before the biggest wave of it. "I believe it's coming from the一"

A brief flash of light in the night on his side of the thicket; Silver swung his baton in an upward arc just before he summoned an opaque yet foggy shield and braced his open hand against the back of it. The first layers of ice chunks let out loud shattering noises and pebbled on the ground below where they impacted his shield. His boots brace in the mud and thicket as the wind just becomes too much and takes him backward until he braces against a tree. Thorns and long grass drag and get torn by his boots from the ground, and he's thrown off their main path as he does so. He can see the light of whatever it was getting, but thankfully the tree stopped him. Cracks of magic and ice appear on his shield, but they disappear with the new wave. The shield was opaque simply to be intangible to the wind, and not shaken by any air resistance, but it does take solids quite well.

It kept up for barely a second, a second that felt like a minute, before he heard a command of some kind. A word, or perhaps something like a roar, he couldn't hear. 

The surface of the shield reflects a small bit of electricity, the cracks of a sandy orange magic sitting upon its front before dissipating like sand art in a wave of ocean water. The wind keeps up for barely a second more before it dissipates shortly, and he decides to drop the shield as the soft glow of a fairy drops into the bushes. He can hear the footsteps of his partner and decides to take his hand to help himself over the thicket back to the main clearing. 

"I'm alright, are you?"

"I was thrown into the thicket and left you alone." Silver rebounds quite well as he looks at the faint light before them. "The elemental fairies from off campus were aggressive like this to trespassers, but this fairy is on private property for Night Raven. What could have drawn it to attack students?" 

一 @zacaraya

Zacaraya hopped over a piece of thick vine effortlessly, eyes bright and alert within the darkness. “The vines were not this bad a few weeks ago. I have a spot nearby that I take naps in, which is now ruined and overrun with thorns…” he said, turning back to offer a hand to help Silver over the vine. Well, he probably didn’t need any help. Even though he looked somewhat fragile and dainty at first glance, Silver carried himself with purpose and confidence, and he probably had some muscles underneath that uniform, too. But, Zac liked to have the upper hand in any situation, including presenting himself as a leader to others. Zac smirked at Silver and kept his hand out, almost daring him to take it. Behind Zac’s shoulder in the distance, Silver would see a blue orb-shaped flicker of light in the air, zooming in between the tree trunks before disappearing deeper into the forest. The temperature surrounding them both plummeted, and Zac immediately recognised the feeling of dread wash over him. Their warm breaths were suddenly visible in the cold, and ice began to creep up the bark of nearby trees. Zacaraya’s smirk quickly vanished and was replaced with shocked wide, golden eyes. “Whatever it is, it’s close,” he whispered. He glanced around despite wanting to pull his jacket over his body some more to preserve warmth. “Do you see it?”

Silver could easily pull himself over the vines by himself, but the offered hand was quickly taken as Silver watches the other go up. In the brief few seconds before Silver takes the hand; Silver didn't feel any hesitation except the thought of doing it alone. He's by no means unable to climb the small incline, but Silver was also not above accepting help from anyone who offered. The fact Zacaraya had even given him a hand had even warmed Silver to the other, even just slightly for his prickliness earlier...

As Silver braces his other hand onto the snags of the tree next to them, and his feet on top of the vine-like fence on the forest floor, he could see the whisp of light bobbing back and forth. Silver half hauled himself up when he saw the blue light bouncing like it hadn't a care in the world, before zipping off. If it had been surprised at being caught, it was gone before Silver could even guess. His shoulders tense, and when he gets fully onto the ground, he's already reaching for his holster for his pen.

The forest seems to quiet as they step into the offending zone of forest, and the chill does come from seemingly nowhere as they just stand there for long enough their breaths turn to clouds. Silver keeps himself measured as he answers back, "I saw it; a small whisp ducking behind you before launching itself into the forest. I take it you know more about it then your letting on?" He unstrapped the wand from it's leather holster, sliding it quickly into his hand, and readying the baton on the offending cold deep into the forest.

Silver's all-weather uniform doesn't give into the cold like his pale skin does, and the bite at his cheeks leaves his skin blotching from Jack Frost's nip, and as he sees Zacaraya pull his coat in closer, he tries to be civil as their breath clouds the frigid air. "If we need to, we can go back. If it wants this forest, we can hand it to the teacher's..." But a rumble stops him in his tracks, and a current of icy air nearly dislodging his garrison cap from his head.

[silverknightpiece]

Silver knows this door opens into the hallway, especially since its hinges and the door opening into the hall were different from the last time he saw it open, so he stood in front of it to potentially stop it from knocking either of them over by swinging. The door is unbearably light in weight because it doesn't fully fit the frame and seems to not even touch the floor fully. He really didn't want it to... attack again, if he has to be honest. 

"The forbidden section is what I called it."

"I have no idea if it's actually a storage closet, but with some of the material I saw, I don't believe it's anything I should have seen." Silver honestly answers as he thinks back to a map that had hung on a cork board with chipping and insect holes. "I've never seen this door behind the library before. Last time I checked, this was a matching mahogany door to the other library component rooms."

Rooms you reserve for projects or video recording are known for being quiet with not a lot of reverb and generally being useful. Silver had used one from this corridor once, but he's sure this light-colored door was not here originally… 

And before he could answer about the door's potential to swing open, it did just that. The door itself should have swung itself into Silver's boot, but it opened into the room and gently shook without a creak to its hinges. Which, now that he looked at it, were reversed. 

He turned to Ember as he took a step forward to place his foot into the room, bracing his boots just so they wouldn't swing. "It's been swinging crazily in the hall since before I entered it earlier. I think it led me to some useful maps on the wall, but I needed help. The books, I haven't tried them." 

continued from here with @threadedwheels

He has heard good things about Ember in turn, well, in Sebek's own way, which he's seen many times before. Silver had heard Sebek here and there, and seeing Ember around had not changed his mind about his fellow student from Diasomnia. He did hold Embers in good regards, and he's glad that he decided to ask the others for help because he might need it on the way back.

While Silver can claim he and his father spread out the most amongst their inner circle into the student body, he does thank his father for telling him his shortcomings with his tone and actually expressing what he wants. This school life will be a team effort, not unlike how he trained to sync so well next to Sebek, and their recent growing pit of circumstances has amplified this. He has begun this task with a mission in mind, which he shares with his companion. 

He looks back at his fellow student and answers him with an easy stride, waiting for the door to open before them, and he does note what Ember said before. "You've had an issue with the storage closets around campus after the ghosts appeared?" or at least the malicious ones. "I wish to look amongst the old storage for books out of use, collect anything we see, and mostly to get any information we might need from… the forbidden section."

Technically, the school had no forbidden section that the students could access to Silver's knowledge, but Silver had seen this door slam open and shut for a while now. The room beyond the door was heavy with reading material, with layers of dust, maps between pages so yellow they rivaled a dandelion, and some boxes he hadn't dared touch. After his discovery of the library-like closet, he had to get some help back to the dorm.  And here he was.