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 "Have you seen Lyra?" Valkyrie looked up from her study books. They were books on astrology, books Orion was familiar with. She brushed some of her inky black hair out of her face and leaned back in her seat at the cafeteria table. "What do you mean? Have you not seen her today?" There was instant concern in her face as she spoke, and Orion was already sorry he'd asked. The way Valkyrie pushed away her textbooks and was already looking around displayed the perfect reasoning as to why he hadn't wanted to bother her, but was glad she would take him seriously. "I, uh... no. I can't find her." For some reason this didn't seem to surprise Valk

Shaya and Orion bumped into each other a couple of times in the arena's waiting rooms before their battles in previous rounds. They would chat about meaningless things and meaningful things: how Shaya's pups were doing, who they were facing next, any gossip or tips they heard through the grapevine, and words of encouragement. It was strange to break this ritual now, having to wait in separate rooms in anticipation of seeing each other on the battlefield. Orion didn't like it, actually. He preferred the smiling face of the blonde vampire because despite sometimes being wrought with worries, she was such an energy booster. Orion prided himself

"One, two, swing." Hunter had her palms raised, and Orion's fists were colliding with them in rhythmic fashion. On the 'swing', the idea was for him to perform an uppercut, a rounded punch, or a roundhouse kick. Why Hunter wasn't wearing protective gear against these hits was beyond Orion's guts to ask, but she seemed to be faring well. He had to remember that not only was she a warrior, but also his guardian spirit. And dead, too. That probably had a factor in it. The hits kept coming. Orion's leg came rushing around and smashed into Hunter's side. She seemed unfazed. "You really think you can hit a Draculea like that?" It wasn't so much of

He didn't want to be here. For so many reasons, Orion didn't want to be here. He knew that Hunter knew he was here, and she was arguing against what he was trying to do, saying it wouldn't help his morale and that he should be focusing on sleep. He could hear her bickering spirit across the planes of existence loud and clear. But he also didn't want to be here because it was late, because he was tired, because... ...because a part of him didn't feel like he needed to apologize. But then again, that was why the other part of him had brought him here. With that thought in mind Orion scowled at himself and kicked a 'knock knock' sound into Val

The poor orchids that resided on one of Jasper's side tables seemed to not be doing too well. Despite Jasper's best efforts to water them and nurture them, the petals were wilting and the leaves seemed dry. While the professor was not unfamiliar to gardening and could likely source the problem with some time and effort, he was far too lazy to consider it. If no improvement would be seen by the weekend, the purple flower would find itself at Glitch's doorstep. Jasper would be more than willing to confide in the virus for assistance as the professor of Elementalism. However, there was also the new professor to reckon with - the professor of Her

The opponent before Orion was like something out of a fairytale gone wrong. Picturesque of a voodoo doll in their appearance, yet looming much taller than Orion was comfortable with, Stiches Patchwork was six feet and eight inches of different fabrics mashed together with some form of magical needle and thread. Seeing the weaving of stitches around every seam, including the eye sockets, made Orion very uneasy. This individual was not someone Orion wanted to know the backstory of. He wondered what exactly Stitches was capable of. Even standing across the arena from him didn't help the wariness that built up in Orion's chest. But was this all

Waking up in the medical tent was unfortunately not unfamiliar to Orion. Sometimes he was even unfortunate enough to recall the trip getting there, albeit in faded, murky, and often rushed bursts of memory. Today was no different. The astral mage woke up slowly, as if being pulled from a dream. His body felt heavy and sore all over, and hot - way too hot. What, was he under three duvets in here? It was never this hot in the medical tent. As Orion blinked his brown eyes awake though, he understood. Layers upon layers of gauze and bandages covered every inch of the young man's body - there was not an inch of his tanned skin to be seen amidst t