Well, thankfully, Thanatos is somewhere else - because the door to their dormitories? Is locked. Locked and guarded by one (1) twenty-year-old Minato with headwings, dressed in a white shirt and white pants, face is a perfect mask of neutrality.

Magic users within a twenty-foot radius will sense a sphere of protective wards and very old magic, ( Read more... )

It's midnight, and most of the Mall is winding down; normally functioning humans usually go to sleep at this time. Normally functioning mortals as well. The moon hangs large and round, pale yellow filtering through windows and rooms ( Read more... )

[In the dorms? Spot one of these?]


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There's a small child - about five years of age - blue-haired, grey-eyed, white-winged at the temples, and more importantly, screaming at the top of his lungs - running across the corridors of the dormitory, down to the Mall ( Read more... )

Bad day? Perhaps. The night is young and the night is full and the night is bright acid-green outside your window, but you don't pay it any heed as you rest your weary head and close your eyes ( Read more... )