For years Ennui University has served as a prestigious establishment to train and monitor Gifted youth for their future careers. But sinister histories lurk behind the tailored training and education of Ennui's students, and outside forces, with their own radical agendas, seek to harness the fantastic powers of the Gifteds within. When all is said and done, who is worthy of your trust and will you being willing to lay down your future, your life, for their cause?
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Post by Gabriel Carpenter-Tanaka on Nov 2, 2014 13:12:12 GMT 9.5
It was bright out and not a minute past noon, the wind worrying the grass and the dark cypresses rising above the stone wall around Ennui. Gabel chose to ignore all of this: the fair weather, the clusters of students peppering the lawns, and a duo if ravens startled by the young man's skulking and forced to take flight. In his peripherals one of them began to swell, the air rippling as heat rolled off its sleek feathers that slowly stiffened into knobbed, iridescent spines-- but only for a second; as he turned his head to watch the transformation he saw only the bird getting farther away and higher above the earth.
The spiny, roiling creature remained hovering in the air where Gabel had first spotted it.
Ducking his head, he tried to ignore the apparition and quickened his step. He knew the mostly neglected "Museum" would be empty considering the conditions of the day and it had been, after all, his original intention to find solitude among the chronicles of Ennui's founding. At worst he'd encountered two or three of his more hormonal peers, and while he found p.d.a in its mildest forms revolting, Gabel was willing to trade that discomfort for otherwise quietude of the "Museum". The dust and the oddly staggered displays had a muffling quality. They were natural noise cancelers. And the soft lighting through the windows made it perfect to sleep.
As he slipped through the door the tiny bell above tinkled and he was tempted to look up but, remembering the last thing he'd seen in the air, kept his head down and made for the exhibit farthest away from the entrance.
"Anyone here?" he said, as loud as he needed and was satisfied with the silent reply.