Coven: Rising from the Ashes discussion

Orlaith after the pitying performance at dwelling class she wanted to smack her own head against a brick wall, not that they hadn't done it already. She was battered and bruised and considering the teacher kept having her participate purely to try and draw her magic out by force it didn't help, especially as she had Julian watching. After a small visit to the nurse and an awkward silent walk down the hall they reached the patio over looking the pool. It was one of the best places for peace, aside from the library. Taking a seat she sighed, licking at her split lip. "Sorry about that, not one of my best days. But don't worry, I'm just bad a dwelling that is all." She attempted a smile but hissed when it hurt to do so, trying to put a good spin on things. It probably wasn't the best idea to bring him along to witness that. With shaky fingers she tried to pour some healing potion into a shot glass. The girls had gone for her today, especially considering who she arrived with. "Would you mind I might spill it." She asked him.

Julian frowns takingthe potiona nd glass and setting it on the other side of hima s they sat with their feet int he pool. "Let me try something else." He says plainly taking her hands into his own and closing his eyes. Within second a bright glowing light grew between them and each cut and bruise and sore on her seemed to vanish nd within second Julian opens his eyes as a small streak of grey goes through his hari, he smile slihglty as it fades abck to normal. "Just something I've picked up." He smirks kindly. Having no idea what it was that he just did but heal her as he would call it and taking in the soul energy of the pain creating temporary age. It actually had a name at the academy for witches and few ever had the power to possess it apart formthe supreme.

Orlaith went for the potion but when he took her hand and started healing her she nearly pulled away in shock. What he did was not good, well it was but not for him. Even though she was healed it made her worry to see the grey streak in his hair. She gently reached up to trace the strand. "Oh Julian... Thank you, but... " Her eyes full of worry. "Please don't use that spell again. It is dangerous if used incorrectly. It is very lovely that you healed me, but until you gain a schedule I wouldn't use any spell except for your air currents." She told him, squeezing his hand. "It is a strong spell that uses the souls energy to heal and much more, you just drained some of your energy to do that." She murmured, pressing her fingers to her lips. "Be very careful. I have a feeling you have stronger magic in you than I assumed." She told him with a small smile, unsure if that was good or bad. "But I am sorry you had to witness that. Dwelling isn't normally that brutal."

Julian smirks, "That...that was nothing...I did it once to my brother Antonio when I was little and he got hurt. I waited until he was asleep...but earlier this morning when your brother woke up I apparently managed to send myself to hell. Never doing that again." He smirks lightly. As the strand of silver hair vanished he seemed full of energy again..."I have an idea...why don't we go for a swim since no one else is out here it will be just me and you hanging out in the pool." He offers changingthe subject as she stated such seriousness.

Orlaith's eyes widened, there was no mistake the guy was a lot more powerful than she had originally realized. The fact he could conjure something as major as that as a kid was a feat in itself. In fact it worried her to think about what kind of harm he'd bestowed upon himself by doing such a thing. Vitum Vitalas was nothing to sniff at. She winced when he mentioned hell. One dangerous spell after another and one strong magic spell after another. She'd be the one taking over her brothers role at this rate. It might be a good thing he had to stay with her for the day. "Nice try." Her smile returned via the distraction. "Even I can't skip class." She chuckled, getting up, a little wobbly as she did so, offering her hand after to help him up. "We have history next. And it's not your usual history, after that it is potions and then lunch." She smiled. "Come on we will be late."

Julian take sher hand and hurries with her back inside. "This palce really isn't so bad once oyu get used to it. I kind of like it." He smiles kindly. "What sort of History class is it?" He asks curiously like a child asking a million questions was what he actually flt like though.

Orlaith giggled at how cutely eager he was, like a pup on a mission. "Love the enthusiasm. Teachers are going to love you." She smiled, leading him down a long corridor, thankfully no one was around. "Well history here is all about Voodoo's Witches and hunters and how we used to be like and what certain witches did back in the day. It also teaches us about the truth of the witch trials and burnings and basically everything up to our rescent history." She told him. "You'll love potions class after though, gets messy though." She chuckled as they rounded a corner. "You can't ever get bored around here that is for sure. Last week someone's potion exploded."

Julan randomly got a thought of Seamus Finnigan having a potion blow up in his face or a feather from harry Potter movies. He laguhs lightly, "That would be fun..." He smirks already palnning a nice school prank. "Alright, but honestly While I was in chemistry at the highschool here I failed miserably at the work, but when asked how to make a crystal or freeze something I could easily mix the right chemicals for it." He smirks have a small gift for potionmaking not really a power, but a simply nack of interest.

Orlaith chuckled and shook her head at the image of him and his mischievous little games in chemistry. "Well before you design any pranks that might go array I should tell you that potions is more about herbology. Plants." She told him "Yes you mix liquids with them and test certain plants but it's normal just distilled plant juices. So it's not exactly like chemistry. It just so happened that when cooking a potion the student didn't realise it was flammable." She smiled as they neared history class. "Here we are. Don't worry if you hear thing you think don't make sense or if something sounds familiar but wrong. It's just humans have gotten a whiff of our history but only through their minds and gossip mostly. Oh and if you have questions don't be afraid to ask teachers love it." She lead him into the class room for the second lesson of the day. Now books and facts she could excel in.

Julian seemed to be shot down at each thought of fun, did the pool jsut exist for the appearance? Was potions class really just a botany class? Julian was having high hopes, but became unsure quickly. He walsk in and sets right beside Orla. He had no booka dn not pen for notes. The teacher didn't look much older than him. he was a storng looking young man and rather handsome, but not very old.

(( skip?))

((?Yep))

(( unless you had something in mind? ))

((Well I was going to make another character who tuahgt history... but he cna be sued in here later on.))

(( oh so do you wanna wait until you've made him? ))

((Would that be okay with you?))

((I mean we can just keep going if you would like and bring him in later.))

(( well I don't mind waiting but I don't know what to do with them next. Also I was thinking maybe you could make a lesson topic for any who feel they do want to play out a lesson to move their plot along but not actually make classes ? ))

((No problem like a pure classroom where kids are actually taught realyl any subject that's cool that way they can like have a divided week. and times. Age groups form so and so have this time for this class and age gorups fo so and so have this time for this class, I could make like maybe two ro three topics like that and state which classes are goign to be taught int hose rooms at whcih times incase people want to do that. Also gives the kids less of a feel of being in school and more like beign homeschooled))

(( uh well you can do that if you want. But I just meant maybe you could make a classroom topic that states if anyone wishes to Rp a lesson please do so here, just give them a list of what kind of lessons might go on in the school. That way it's just one topic and it does revolve around the classes ))

(9Yeah that could work, sorry I keep thinking ont he edges of things asif we actually had mroe active members lol Okay I'll do it.))

Cameron walks outside after the History lesson trying to get some peace and quite. He then noticed Julian the boy who had walked in with Orlaith. "Oh, hello there...fantastic job on the study of magic test Orlaith, few passed it...and even on guess work Julian you seemed to know quite a bit on the German and French Inquisitions of the witchtrials." He compliments them.

Julian looked half inshock..."Oh, um thanks....I guess. I studied the same thing at my highschool before transferring here."

Orlaith stopped in her tracks upon leaving the class, hearing a compliment from her teacher. She gave a bright smile, pleased with herself for even getting such a high score. Not that she couldn't before but it was better than last time. "Thank you Mr. Gämperle that's very nice of you to say." She smiled at Julian glad he was already on the right track and seemed brighter than she realized. She gave Julian a little nudge. "See not so bad smart guy." She chuckled as Julian gained a little pink tint that crossed his cheeks. "Come on we best get to potions class." She looked at Cameron. "Can't wait for the next riveting session Mr. Gämperle, have a nice day." She told him, beckoning Julian to follow.

Julian was seemingly dazed still looking at the attractive guy. "um, yeah thanks..." Julian smiles nervously. Cameron returns his charming smirk. "I look forward to seeing you both for our next lesson a heads up we will be studying ancient witchcraft." He nods his fair well before his eyes seem to grow unfocused and dilated. Goosebumps creep over his arms and in seconds his body crumples jerking all over as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Julian leans down frowning, "Orla...somethings happening." He says frightened to death as t wondering if he ahd done something to case this. He was in a complete state of panic. "What's happening?!" He says turning pale and frightened.

Orlaith heard the panicked voice of Julian behind her, turning to see Cameron on the floor. She had been here long enough to know what was happening and why and how to help until the nurse got here. She flew to the floor, immediately lifting Cameron's head into her lap. "Julian....Julian!" She ordered his attention, seeing that he was panicked. It must be his first time. "I need you to help me roll him onto his side so that he doesn't swallow his tongue." She ordered. "Quickly." She told him, helping to heave Cameron onto his side. Once he was in the primal position and knew it was safe enough she barked at a nearby student who was gawking to get the nurse. He wouldn't be in any danger now but it was best to be on the safe side just in case. "Julian I need you to try and keep him still so he doesn't hurt himself." She calmly tried to get Julian to focus, snapping her fingers. "Just try and keep him as still as possible until the nurse gets here." She murmured. "He'll be fine I promise." She reassured him, gently brushing Cameron's hair away from his forehead, feeling his skin was a little hot and clammy but that was to be expected. She took her jacket off and dropped it over him so he didn't get cold.

((OMG he knows something about a seizure...lol...I ha to go through a training course for all sorts of that stuff when I was being certified for a lifeguard.))

Julian snapped to attention taking off his own jacket and throwing it over him gently and grabbing hold of his arms and legs. The nurse quickly runs out having the position given the gift of being a healer. She unfortunately could do nothing to counteract what was happening given it was his uncontrolled power of retrocognition. Julian frowns still looking pale with a natural blush in his cheeks he looked rather cute.

(( Lol cool ))

Orlaith continues to watch Cameron, checking his pulse occasionally to see if it was at least steady and not rising. She didn't like to see him in distress and she didn't like the fact that they couldn't do anything to help him in someway. She saw the look on Julian's face, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "It's ok, he'll be fine, we just need to keep an eye on him. Once he recovers the nurse can check him over just in case. Don't worry, this happens to him often." She murmured, looking back down at Cameron with slight concern. You could never tell how long one of his seizures would be and even then it was stressful to watch. "Um Julian, if you could, could you get some water for Mr. Gämperle? He'll need it when he regains consciousness."

Julian nods rushing back into the house to the kitchens. It had only been a few minutes of the seizure beore Cameorn at alst just froze completely no longer seaty, but his heart rate had spiked beyond a healthy point and his skin was no longer clammy but instead cold as ice, which was not normal with a heart rate as high as his. Cameron jumps up on his feet looking in near shock as if nothing had entirely happened fromt he point hs eyes went wide, "Where did Julian go? "He asked casually looking around.

Julian rushes back with the glass of water..."Ihave the water. He says appearing that in his rush of running back he had spilled over half of the glass.

Cameorn nods in thanks simply taking the glss and downing what small bit of liquid remained. "Thank you...sorry about all that...I hate it when that happens...Seeing into history is a lot mre different than talking about it." He tries joking.

Orlaith's worry spike that was until he startled her to death, making her heart stop for a moment as she looked up at him from her seated position. She got up and picked up the jackets that were now crumpled on the floor, handing Julian his jacket back. She brushed herself off and straightened herself out. "Well you gave us a little bit of a scare there, Mr. Gämperle." She barely gave a smile. "I would suggest you at least let the nurse check you over just in case. I don't want to think you aren't in prime health." She takes his hand for a moment and checks his pulse before nodding letting him go. "Well at least your pulse is normal and your are no longer hot and clammy." She told him, looking to Julian. "I hope what you learnt was fascinating. But in the meantime... We should get going. Potions class is nearly half way through." She looked to Cameron. "Hope you feel better, see you soon Mr. Gämperle." She attempted a half smile.

Cameron nods a thanks to her as the nurse frantically moves arund him checking him thourghly. "Please stop calling my 'Mr. Gämperle', Orlaith, You are older than me and I'm pretty sure my first name is Cameron." He infoms her with nod, "Have good day...I'm fine, lady get off." He says to he nurse pushing back form her.

Julian waves, "By, Cameron...see you round." He says following Orla.

Orlaith rolled her eyes and shook her head. He'd asked her to call him Cameron before and so far she had only called him by his last name. It seemed disrespectful to call a teacher by their first name even if she was older. "Yes yes ok Mr. Gämperle. I'll try and use your first name next time." She waved him good bye and escorted Julian to potions class. She wondered what he had seen in the moments of his seizure, but didn't have the heart to be nosy, even though it bugged her to ask. Maybe he'd teach them about what he saw in their next class, maybe, possibly.... Hopefully.

(( what should we do now skip or end? ))

((Skip if you like we can go to Julian's dorm now.))

(( hmm but what are we going to Rp there? I haven't got any ideas at the moment ))

((yeah IKR IDK what to d now wit them...they could skip school again...I mean what if Orlaith said she ahd Julians back and it would just be a quick trip and no one would have to know??? Start a bit of drama possibly.))

(( nah she might sneak out herself but because of Mathew she wouldn't dare break Julian out. Unless you want to end it here until with think of something? ))

((that's fine too))

(( okie dokie ))

Making it to the pool julian looked at Myles frowning, "I know what your saying, Myles, but I cnahandle myself. Really. I jsut lose control sometimes. I won't have the chance to live ebcuase we both know i'm burning in three days. I can't eat or sleep...but I knwo I can at least try and make things right beofr ei go. I'll admit everything to my brothers, except the location fo the school. I cna't see harm beign done here, but I know what eneds to eb done, Myles. Just worry about Orlaith for now and stop takign into consideration a lsot cuase." He syas almsot coldly.

Myles didn't know how to get though to this kid it was almost painful to think about and it was pissing him off. "Julian I don't think you understand what means a hunter will go to to get information out of someone. They will send someone insane if it means getting information, be it family or some stranger. You will regret going home and you will regret not fighting for your life and if you are in such a hopeless state to do both then I suppose it's ok to let the whole school go down along with me and Orlaith. So thanks for mass murdering us all. You'll probably doing worse than what they did in the witch trials in the 16 hundreds."

Julian frowns, "Myles...I promise it won't turn out like that...I will go insane before I tell them any information in regards to this coven or any of my friends. I know my brothers and they won't be like that. Damian, Antonio, and Ezequiel have spent over half of their lives taking care of me the hardest thing for any of them would be to allow harm to befall me. If one is a hunter the others will protect me." He explains knowing he holds the advantage. Myles was just too concerned over the things that could go wrong. "Trust me it isn't like Murphy's Law...I don't think much of anything else bad can go wrong in my life." He admits giving a reassuring smile.

((gtg goodnight...sleep well...and enjoy your Easter Holiday.))

(( you too ))

Myles couldn't believe how naive this guy was. A hunter was bred to take down a witch, if they are up against humans it's like putting a cat in a cage with a ball of yarn. It was suicide. But the name Damian triggered a memory and he grabbed Julian by the shoulders. "Did you say Damian?" He asked, eyes wide in possible realisation. He started rattling off a description of what Damian looked like and hoped to god he was right. He remembered when they met, they had introduced each other and then just now he'd seen him at the hunters base. It couldn't be a coincidence. If he was right he could stop Julian from getting burned.

Julian pushes out of Myles grip, "Watch it man...and yeah...I siad Damian. Why do you ask? "He was clueless right now. He especially enver ebleived Damian the guy who works day and ngiht to keep the hosuehold up would ever have tiem to be a hunter. He was mroe than clueless clearly and Myles was scarign him.

Myles sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Yes, we've established that, I mean, does Damian look like how I just described a moment ago? I think I've met him and I'd like to make sure." He told him, attempting to remain as calm as he could. If he was right this could change a hell of a lot. "You know, brown hair, brown eyes, roughly 6', around 170 to 180lbs and is fit with a bit of tan to him?" He asked, repeating the description so Julian would know what he meant. Please be right.

Julian tried so hard to push Myles description off but the guy persued still yet. "Myles, that could describe a number of guys in the south or from California. Brown hair and eyes is pretty common and there are alot fo heavy muscular built tan guys wlaking around...okay...Let's jsut say my brother looks like a more masculine form and older form of myself. He hodls the mroe manly attributes Ic learly lack. He adds. "Why do you ahve to worry abotu meeting my brother in a previous encounter?"

Myles gritted his teeth in irritation. This boy was not exactly trying when he was trying to help him. Running a hand through his hair he sighed. "Yes, yes but I'm not talking about just any guy." He muttered, looking Julian over as he remembered what Damian. He could see the resemblance now. How could he have been so blind? "Because he is the key to you being burned in three days or not." He told him. "I know which one of you is the hunter and if we can just make a case then you won't be burned in three days. Got it."

Julian looks at him oddly..."Are you implying my brother Damian is a hunter?" He almost looked amused compared to his most recent morbid appearance. "Myles, I appreciate the consideration, but by knowing which of my brothers is a hunter seems to give no case at all, given ther would be roof against me using my powers infront of one of them and therefore giving more reaosn to kill me." He admits rather seriously now. "I am willing to listen, but I hope this doesn't wend badly."

Myles sighed and rubbed his eyes in frustration. "Damian is the hunter. He tried to shoot me not an hour ago. You know the guy you just healed, Lukas, he was tortured by your brother and some of the people he works with." He told him. "If I can get this information to one of the council members or to Cordelia there is a chance Damian will trump priority over your burning. Because a hunter is far more dangerous than a witch. And you were planning to go home. If he even finds out where this place is no one is safe. Not even Cordelia. Even Mathew can't argue with that."

Julian nods lightly, "Well, should I at least go home? I mean...I only have three days till death and now your telling me Damian is a hutner. If his existence is going to threaten your lives can't you deal with him after i'm gone, because honestly i don't see myself allowing anyone to kill my brother, no matter what he is. The same way you won't let anyone harm Orla even though she holds no true contorl over her pwoers and can cause harm to toehrs.' Julian explains clearly jsut as stubborn as Myles.

Myles gritted his teeth. "No you can't go home. He will kill you after he tortures you into giving up information. Not only that but that have ways of breaking your mind. If you go home and even suspects you of being a warlock you and everyone here is done for." He sighs. "Look if I could I would protect everyone, but I can't and I know that it is either one man dies or a whole mass of people. Women, children... Parents... I can't let that happen. I have to weigh what is better. I have to tell the others and then we can discuss what happens, if possible he might not die."