@OmnipotentOnion it hath been many a day since we’ve privately rped, so don’t make fun of me if i’m rustier than something that’s rusty
With tired eyes, she blinked slowly as she slid out of bed before adjusting her consciousness via her ability, and she quickly became awake and alert. Now fully aware, she turned on her bedroom lights and dressed in her typical attire, which was practically a uniform. Then, she breezed through the rest of her morning, consisting of brushing and tying her hair into a half-ponytail, eating a small bowl of breakfast, grabbing her bag, and heading downstairs to leave.
Greeted with a post-it note on the counter, Areum was greeted with the conclusion that she’d be walking to school. Clicking her tongue in annoyance, she huffed before slipping her shoes on and stepped outside.
The walk to school was calm and uneventful, albeit that Areum nearly had to raise the alertness of a reckless man who was boasting about his abilities on the side of the street. When Areum stepped into the tall, modern school, she smiled securely and began her route to her homeroom. The layout of the building was somewhat twisted, But Areum had made a point of memorizing it within the first two days of school. The pretty girl soon arrived in her classroom - a comfortable and monotonous room. There were a few other students scattered quietly among desks that paid attention to their phones. Areum glanced at the clock before setting her bag down on a desk in the very front. She, too, pulled her phone out from her bag quickly to check the time. 7:36. School would begin in 24 minutes. Promptly, Areum put her phone away and instead pulled a book out, raising her own awareness with a few blinks in order to pay attention to the words she read.
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In a popular and bustling city, a sorcerous academy is set. Quite famous for its promising reputation of alumni, many long to be accepted in such a prestigious school. See, in being accepted to Ambrose Academy, you are almost guaranteed to have complete control over your power; with the right teaching, much more is possible. This ‘magical’ school is located in a rather metropolitan city by the name of Bristlecone.X
Areum Cricket woke at 6:15 in the morning. It was the beginning of her second week at Ambrose Academy, and she was beyond ready for the next few years she’d be attending said school.With tired eyes, she blinked slowly as she slid out of bed before adjusting her consciousness via her ability, and she quickly became awake and alert. Now fully aware, she turned on her bedroom lights and dressed in her typical attire, which was practically a uniform. Then, she breezed through the rest of her morning, consisting of brushing and tying her hair into a half-ponytail, eating a small bowl of breakfast, grabbing her bag, and heading downstairs to leave.
Greeted with a post-it note on the counter, Areum was greeted with the conclusion that she’d be walking to school. Clicking her tongue in annoyance, she huffed before slipping her shoes on and stepped outside.
The walk to school was calm and uneventful, albeit that Areum nearly had to raise the alertness of a reckless man who was boasting about his abilities on the side of the street. When Areum stepped into the tall, modern school, she smiled securely and began her route to her homeroom. The layout of the building was somewhat twisted, But Areum had made a point of memorizing it within the first two days of school. The pretty girl soon arrived in her classroom - a comfortable and monotonous room. There were a few other students scattered quietly among desks that paid attention to their phones. Areum glanced at the clock before setting her bag down on a desk in the very front. She, too, pulled her phone out from her bag quickly to check the time. 7:36. School would begin in 24 minutes. Promptly, Areum put her phone away and instead pulled a book out, raising her own awareness with a few blinks in order to pay attention to the words she read.
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