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Andromeda Fae Bearie

Andee smiled wickedly. She was up for helping with the plan. She picked up her strawberry milk and opened it, fiddling with the plastic tab she pulled away from it. Hmmm, great idea. Andee was all up for the acting part. "Sounds like a plan. However...we need to fine tune the details..." She trailed off as she noticed that Sierra's attention had drifted. Andee, being naturally curious, turned her head to look for the distraction. Ah, Marcel, the Devil. Andee was curious about that.

At the moment, there were now more pressing issues than Sierra's relations with Marcel. So, instead of asking any stupid question about if Sierra liked Marcel or not, she waited for Sierra's attention to turn back to her, and Polly's predicament. Andee took a bite of her once forgotten burger while she waited. While she chewed, she examined Sierra's facial expression. She seemed amused, then it switched to a bit concerned. Obviously the Queen was lost in her own thoughts at the moment.

She didn't have to wait long, really, for Sierra to snap back to reality. She swallowed what she had bitten off, and spoke. "It's great, but I think we need to fine tune before we can act on it. There is another issue we need to resolve as well....Those blasted shoes. I came up with a plan as I was working angrily in shop class. It might actually work better than the pixie dust..." She stated proudly, eager for Sierra to ask what the new and improved idea was. Andee took another bite of her yummy burger and swallowed it before taking a drink of the awesome strawberry milk.

Stetson Schraeder

The King of Thieves



It was difficult for the King of Thieves to calm down after all the adrenaline that had started pumping as he smashed Aladdin. His breathing was hard, and his heart was thumping. He felt amazing, as he always did after a good fight. He felt like he could do anything right now.

Her small hand in his slowly started to bring him back down to Earth. Her words, especially, made him realize how he must appear right now. He stopped walking and took a deep breath, calming himself down and closing his eyes. "I'm..." He had been about to say sorry, but he didn't for two reasons. First, because it was not in his character to do so, but also because he truly wasn't, and he knew it. He had greatly enjoyed hurting the boy for his actions.

"I wish you hadn't seen that," he said, honestly this time. "It was...rather gruesome, wasn't it?" He scratched his head, though he refused to let his growing unease show. She asked why? Why did it happen? Schraeder couldn't understand why she didn't want this. Andy had basically molested her in the forest, and promised that he would try to rape her in the night. Just the thought of it made Schraeder's hands tighten into fists.

"I did it for you," he said, raising a hand to stop her from objecting. "I know you didn't want that. But I did it because if I didn't, a monster like him wouldn't think anything of doing what he did again. He might do something worse next time, and I just...I want to be there to protect you." Though he didn't blush, Schraeder couldn't make himself look her in the eyes as he said it.

ooooooooooooo S i e r r a

oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l

Sierra nodded at the mention of fine tuning. She was sure between the two of them that they could come up with a quick and easy excuse for blackmailing a doctor. She tilted her head slightly as Andee excited spoke of her shoe obstacle. She would have asked the fairy about it, but Marcel sat at the table at that particular moment. Now Sierra would have to subtly tell the girl not to talk to Marcel about her feet. The queen didn't want to worry her closest friend over something as trivial as her feet.

If she had to sacrifice walking for getting out of this so called academy, she'd eagerly make that trade. She'd sue them for child endangerment and abuse after escaping Ever After for her revenge.

"I'd certainly be interested in your new invention for shop class. Why don't we continue that discussion after dinner tonight in my room? I don't think our new companion would enjoy listening to girl talk." She looked calmly at Andee as though they hadn't been previously talking about blackmail and torture. She hoped that Andee could take a hint. If Marcel knew the state of her feet...it would not end well.

Then she looked at Marcel with a half smile. Her eyes had darkened to hazel - more green than brown, but it had been there. "Marcel, allow me to introduce you to Andee Bearie who is otherwise known as Tinkerbell." From there Marcel could deduce that Andee was a neutral character. "Andee, this is Marcel Cassilen perhaps better known as the Devil." She was pretty sure Marcel had never met Andee, but didn't know if Andee knew of him.

Now if Sierra could get away with not answering why she was in her gym clothes, skipping next class, and the fact that she was in possession of a cane, she would be very very surprised. She found that she could never outright lie to Marcel. Give a different reason to hide the real one? Sure. Boldly lie? Not at all. There was Tinkerbell to consider. If she were truly serious about helping Sierra's problem, she'd probably go to Sierra's friends (more like single friend) for more support. In order to keep the two people at the table occupied, she said, "Andee and I were just wondering on where her Peter Pan was. Did you perhaps see Pan on the way here?"

You need to pay attention Ephraim!

He heard his teacher's words just before he noticed the magical attack flying towards his skull. What is it this time? No change in temperature but there is a definite change in brightness... That means magefire. Ephraim thought this through in less than a second and spun to face the attack head-on. In this exercise, his teacher activated spell scrolls which would weave their offensive magic for him to respond to. Once he determines which spell was being cast, he has to cast the corresponding defensive spell to counter it. The only twist, he does it blindfolded.

To counter magefire (a heat-less green flame that acts like a very powerful corrosive when it touches organic material) Ephraim only needs to erect a simple mageshield. In this situation, the mageshield only has to hold out against the power stored in the scroll. In a real-life situation, it would be defending against the power of an actual sorcerer and Ephraim would never be able to keep the spell going. He quickly put his hands together and pushed out as if he were a mime in an invisible box. A translucent golden sphere appeared around him. Ephraim was rather bored at how easy this spell had been to counter--at least until his ears popped. Oww.. Wait, why is the air pressure changing?

Ephraim had no time to react as the spell's energy was redirected from magefire to the lightning spell. The charged bolt of electricity slammed right through his shield and threw him across the room into the unpadded wall. His teacher shook his head in anger. "I don't suppose it occurred to you that the sorcerer would have created a transition spell. You could have easily created a shield that would have prevented any spell if you had been paying attention earlier," he criticized. Ephraim sat up dazed; he had smacked his head pretty good on the wall but luckily, his amulet absorbed the actual spell so that it did not harm him. "You're one to talk," he mumbled. Ephraim really did not understand why the school didn't just have the actual sorcerer teach him magic instead of this oaf who couldn't even cast a spark. The a*****e was still rambling about Ephraim's incompetence when he shrugged on his backpack and headed towards the door.

"I'll see ya tomorrow teach," he said, waving without turning back to face his mentor. It had been Ephraim's idea to have these extra practices after class, and he certainly did not attend them to be ridiculed at every opportunity. He headed down the halls ignoring the teens--although perhaps some have actually become characters--around him. As a true neutral character compounded with his relatively unpopular story, he has a much easier time flowing between 'sides' of the moral compass than many other of his peers. He saw another neutral hanging out with some of the baddies. Well that's interesting now isn't it..

Andromeda Fae Bearie

Andee had smiled at Marcel as he shook her hand and took her apology for zoning out. For someone who was supposed to play the Devil, he didn't seem like a bad guy. That again would be the roles that they had be assigned. The thought of that was wiped from her mind as Polly came and sat down at their table.

What the heck? No, no, no, no, no! The way Polly was acting was making it seem like she was giving up. That's not what Pan would do! Seriously. Then the whole asking them to use male pronouns when referring to her. Like hell she would. If she had to talk to Polly, she'd call her Pan, but she wouldn't shorten the girl's name so it sounded like Paul, or call her a he. She was born a female, and that's how she should remain unless she herself, without any outside influence, wanted that to change. Andee fumed silently.

As she didn't have anything nice to say, Andee ate the rest of her burger in an unusual silence. It was unusual due to the fact that Andee loved to talk. The lack of doing so would probably attract notice from Polly or Sierra, but she could really care less. The sooner her and Sierra took care of that Doctor, the better. She'd like to see anyone try to stop her too. Andee had a wicked determination about her when she wanted something badly.

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[I feel kind of sad about this post. Like I could have done much better or improved it in some way. I have to admit that I truly didn't know what to say...]