[ Horse class. Caiman is dead-eyed and now loaded with way more horse knowledge than he ever even thought he needed in his garbage life. And now it's the end of it and he thinks he's supposed to pick which one is... better??? He stares down at his notes (he tried to be a good student) then across at Claude who is now government assigned his partner/group member/however way they're doing this stuff. ]
...A horse killed a guy last week, cars are better.
[ Sorry professor that's just how it is. She looks like she's about to have an aneurysm for some reason. Caiman just glances over at her with a grimace because he thinks she's WEIRD.
Right then, though, Claude will get a very strange memory. It's fuzzy and it's hard to make out, kind of like trying to see it through bloody water. Watching from a platform above, he sees a guy be accosted by someone much larger. He seems to be offering the first guy some kind of deal -- wristbands that will amplify his smoke production, make his magic stronger, but for a ridiculous price. Threatening him in turn when he refuses to pay that price. A fight breaks out, the first guy immediately retaliating with a stake in that teacher's wrist.
'You bastard...! I won't forgive you. I'll erase you with my magic...!'
Then he -- the one who probably is the owner of this memory -- makes his timely appearance. Except it's not Caiman...? It's someone else, but his features are hard to make out, even with all the black and the gas mask.
'I heard aaaaall of that. All of it!' he says, lazily as he hangs down from a vent. 'So it's you, who's been hurting people then making students disappear, huh? It's time to stop the dirty business, teacher!'
The 'teacher' snarls, and threatens to erase them both -- because ██████ has been a thorn in his side for too long, anyway. But he takes out a knife from his jacket, and before the teacher can shoot his magic at them -- in the blink of an eye, his arms are sliced up and in pieces. He falls to the ground, passing out from the shock. ██████ squats down beside him, sighing.
'Aw shit. What do we do? When he wakes up, we're totally gonna get expelled...'
[ He opens his mouth. And then abruptly closes it, if his mouth was a little bit bigger it could've made the crocodile bonk noise... but abruptly, he unlatches something from his belt.
Powers? I don't have powers, I'm just a human... guy...
[ His thought train slowing down, and even with his lizard head, it's plain that he's a shade paler. He's having a mild revelation but he's not sure he wants to think about it too hard. ]
[ Maybe a good thing, question mark. Throws dramatics in here, since Caiman makes it out the door and pretty much immediately keels over clutching his head in pain. ]
Ugh -- I don't [ Hell. ] I don't get it... who am I?
[ Aw geez. That's right, he never lore'd Claude (only vore'd...). ]
Being a Sorcerer isn't just about being able to use magic, it's a whole biological thing. They're a totally different race... apparently a bunch of you guys can just learn magic, but Magic Users can use 'em 'cause they have special organs to make smoke. Which is how magic happens.
[ For him it's kind of like the equivalent of finding out Darth Vader might be your dad. Or at least you maybe grew up on his ship idk how Star Wars works. ]
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WEEK 3, MONDAY - HORSE?
...A horse killed a guy last week, cars are better.
[ Sorry professor that's just how it is. She looks like she's about to have an aneurysm for some reason. Caiman just glances over at her with a grimace because he thinks she's WEIRD.
Right then, though, Claude will get a very strange memory. It's fuzzy and it's hard to make out, kind of like trying to see it through bloody water. Watching from a platform above, he sees a guy be accosted by someone much larger. He seems to be offering the first guy some kind of deal -- wristbands that will amplify his smoke production, make his magic stronger, but for a ridiculous price. Threatening him in turn when he refuses to pay that price. A fight breaks out, the first guy immediately retaliating with a stake in that teacher's wrist.
'You bastard...! I won't forgive you. I'll erase you with my magic...!'
Then he -- the one who probably is the owner of this memory -- makes his timely appearance. Except it's not Caiman...? It's someone else, but his features are hard to make out, even with all the black and the gas mask.
'I heard aaaaall of that. All of it!' he says, lazily as he hangs down from a vent. 'So it's you, who's been hurting people then making students disappear, huh? It's time to stop the dirty business, teacher!'
The 'teacher' snarls, and threatens to erase them both -- because ██████ has been a thorn in his side for too long, anyway. But he takes out a knife from his jacket, and before the teacher can shoot his magic at them -- in the blink of an eye, his arms are sliced up and in pieces. He falls to the ground, passing out from the shock. ██████ squats down beside him, sighing.
'Aw shit. What do we do? When he wakes up, we're totally gonna get expelled...'
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-- And then suddenly, like that, they're back. ]
...Whoa, what the hell was that?
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Claude just gapes at Caiman, mouth open. ]
What?!
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Caiman looks back at Claude with just as much surprise. His mouth is bigger, but only physically. ]
Wh -- what do you mean what?! I don't know either!
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[ Totally ignoring this class. ]
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It's -- er, I mean, but I don't -- [ Shit, how do words? ] But I don't remember that! I don't know who those people are...!
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It could be a memory you forgot.
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[ You can almost SEE the lightbulb go off physically over his head. ]
SHIT, I can use this! To find out who I was!
Uhh, damn, no way to record a memory like that, is there?!
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[ well... claude is already fuzzy on the details ]
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No! I'm not gonna forget when I get to remember -- uh, does it count as remembering if I don't exactly remember it...? Or, whatever!
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[ ??? ]
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A mask. ]
The guy... he was wearing this...
So does that mean...?
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Were you some kind of hero?
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Uh... [ Jeez, that's such a title to put on him. ] I don't think guys that maim and murder get to be called heroes?
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[ His thought train slowing down, and even with his lizard head, it's plain that he's a shade paler. He's having a mild revelation but he's not sure he wants to think about it too hard. ]
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[ Caiman? Caiman u ok? ]
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Was that a school for Sorcerers?
[ He is maybe not OK, ]
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Caiman, are you all right?
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[ Nope! Sorry, this class is ass anyway. Sorry Teach, he's leaving early. ]
No, I gotta go.
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[ He also doesn't care, and is following him out! ]
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Ugh -- I don't [ Hell. ] I don't get it... who am I?
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He doesn't touch him, but keeps careful watch in case he kneels over. ]
What's the matter? You knew that you didn't always have a lizard head, didn't you?
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I'm human...
So was I there was a student? A janitor? Who the hell was I? But I -- I shouldn't be at a school for Sorcerers...
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Being a Sorcerer isn't just about being able to use magic, it's a whole biological thing. They're a totally different race... apparently a bunch of you guys can just learn magic, but Magic Users can use 'em 'cause they have special organs to make smoke. Which is how magic happens.
[ For him it's kind of like the equivalent of finding out Darth Vader might be your dad. Or at least you maybe grew up on his ship idk how Star Wars works. ]
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