Dreadlords An Academy Haunted

[Chasmine]

OOC - This will be a rolling cameo thread that takes place about the Academy grounds and will cover various little happenings and hauntings provided by Chasmine. It is not specifically meant for longer scenes, but short and quick events or interactions. I will tag characters for happenings specific to them. You don't have to reply, but feel free! Academy characters may also enter for an opportunity to experience their own short Chas-Haunting.


Upon arriving to her office one morning only a few days after her interaction with the ghost in the wood, Everleigh Ebersol finds a small leaf from the sapling on her desk.

Salak discovers a teabag in the pocket of his robes that he is most certain he did not put there himself. It is fresh and fragrant - the very same mix he enjoyed in Chasmine Grey's room.

Around the castle, it is noted by many that candles have begun to go missing. It becomes difficult to find fresh sticks - curious, considering the Academy is always in good supply.

Books long astray from the library are also going missing from those presently using them ... finding themselves returned to their proper place on the shelf where they belong.

A cat is frequently heard meowing in the lower levels, but no one has been able to find it.

 

[Everleigh Ebersol]

After her meeting with Chasmine, Everleigh had been having nightmares of being burned alive. Every morning she would wake up slick and wet, covered in sweat, eyes wide and blurry, nerves tingling and sensitive. She knew it was only just dreams caused by stress and anxieties.

The dreams were easy to disregard.

What wasn’t easy to ignore was the leaf on her desk days after seeing Chasmine. She recognized it, her memory easily placing it to belong to the sapling. For a moment, her stomach turned into a empty pit and her heart seemed to drop. Was it Marianne Goetsch? Another mind game to say “caught you, foolish girl”? Tentatively, she reached out, picking up the leaf, every muscle taut and mind preparing for the worst.

 

[Salak]

"Well,"
Salak turned the familiar teabag over I his hands again. Smelled it to confirm what he already suspected. It was indeed the blend he had enjoyed in the tower with Chasmine Grey. Alone in his room he had only noticed it as he was preparing for the day ahead of him.
"Isn't that curious!"
The ghost had moved it into his pocket somehow, or enlisted an agent to do so but that seemed unlikely.

The ramifications of this simple gift, if it was a gift and not some form of message/invitation, was perhaps more significant than many others might realise.
If Chasmine was able to overcome her ectomorphic forms physical limitations then...

Chasmine

 

[Chasmine]

Should Sable Pembroke make another return to his old dorm, a small pinecone crafted into the shape of a bear would greet him on the empty desk. Carefully cut and crudely carved sticks made its legs. A halved acorn its maw.

In Kristen Pirian's dorm another pinecone friend, this time like that of a sun (or perhaps a flower, depending on how she interpreted it). Dried leaves radiated out from a fat and squat cone. It smelled faintly of lavendar.

Thraah would find a small hairclip with a pressed pink flower adornment on her nightstand.

 

[Thraah]

Thraah woke in her small and cramped cell. No windows, only enough room to fit her cot and a small dresser. More of a closet than a full room. Narrow and dark.
She flicked her thumb up and it lit like tinder lighting the room some. She rolled herself up to a sit and scratched the sleep from her eyes.
That was when she saw it.
It was small and pink and silly and nice.
Thraah had own only one nice thing before and thanks to SOMEONE at the Dance it was now a hanging frame of charred fabric on the back of her door. She waved her hand and the unlit candles that had been worked into the rough stonework of her walls all lit up in sequence.
Snuffing out her thumb she picked up the pink flowered hairpin and examined it.
Idly she checked her door, it was still locked and the key unmoved from the hook by the door. Her feet plodded on the bare stone of her floor as she walked over to her dresser over which hung a large shard of mirrored glass. She combed her hair with the old brush her mother had given her which was missing most of its teeth by now and fastened the hairpin on.
It stood out certainly but that wasn't really the point.
Who left it?
Why?
She didn't know, couldn't know at the time but all the same she whispered.
"Thank you!"
It didn't replace her dress but it was something and that was more than she often got.

 

[Kristen Pirian]

Kristen paused upon entering her dorm room and spotting the strange sight of the pinecone perched on her desk, right next her copy of The Romance of House Black (she had in recent times been prompted to give the book another read...for the fifth time now). She glanced in puzzlement around her room, as if the answer to this conundrum could yet be found somewhere within.

Did she leave her window open? Was this a prank by Kor, mayhap, a strange delivery from one of his birds? It seemed...unlikely? She and Kor didn't really know each other that well, either for good or for ill, and one of those would be necessary for this, she felt.

She certainly didn't get drunk, like what happened in that regrettable incident in Vel Yuna. Such would have made for an easy explanation, but it simply was not the case. Sleepwalking? Kristen had heard of this. She didn't think she, personally, had any instances of it, and it just seemed unlikely that she could rise in some dreamlike state, go out clad in but her evening gown, find some fallen pinecone within the Academy grounds and spare all the time necessary to decorate it so, return and place it on her desk, all without being detected by someone. Surely she would have known about it. Proctor Magomo absolutely would have had some choice words for her.

Nothing in her imagination, whether plausible or far-fetched, seemed to adequately explain how a queerly adorned pinecone somehow landed itself upon her desk. In the end, Kristen could only chalk it up to one of life's mysteries, and she resolved to dispose of the pinecone from her room the next day.

Chasmine