Thread: Nightmare Academy: Living Quarters

Who Raphael Mechoulam Species Human, Necromancer When Dusk Where Nightmare Academy Living Quarters Company Each Other, Jamie, Summer, Jinx, June, Jason, Raph Raph found his way through the halls, admiring the school along the way. It was large, open almost like some kind of resort that he had read about, if his family had vacationed and if they had not been tainted they might have come to a place like this. They had money, they just never spent much of it on anything outside of the old mansion that he grew up in. In some ways the dead had been useful, some spirits had come and through the remnants of their greed had invested the family money wisely, Raph did not want for that sort of security, not that the physical things were necessary. If it could not be carried, or fit in one of his pockets, he did not need it. Lighting a cigarette he followed the noise of the others into the Common Room. It was a wide space, sofas, tables, even a television and something that the others were holding as they sat together the usual banter filling the air with their own cadence of familiarity. Watching Jackson make a butterfly Raph stepped up behind the sofa where Professor Draven sat back, her body languidly spread across the cushions. A slight smile at the conjuring felt as if he was not alone, Raph inhaled the smoke, holding it within a moment as he let it be infused with the Eldritch power that leeched into the smoke. It was his mechanism, the smoke was a way of casting, the reason for his herbal mixes and the tobacco was all to summon the power and hold it. A deep exhale and his smoke trailed out, taking the form of a bird that swept easily around the butterfly, the smoke giving it a hazy outline. Animal spirits were easy, they were often everywhere and this one had been a bird. Raph summoned and one came, it would be easier if he knew what he might have summoned but for now it did not work that way. The bird was small, probably a sparrow in life, but it darted about the butterfly then rose and spun around the room. The smoke contained the wisp of soul that had been left of it, giving it form the bird spun about, wings beating in a further haze of movement as it wheeled about the room, the trails of smoke of the others, darting through to break the chimney wisps that rose until the bird came close to his hand and with a flick the smoke exploded in a silent puff the spirit released. Good Evening all, he said as he stepped around the sofa hesitating a moment then taking a sofa where none of them were and keeping a distance from the television and whatever the others were using. It looked electronic and the Eldritch powers did not like technology, Raph had a radio once, a small transistor radio when he was young. Picking it up he heard the few beats of music come from it like a magical thing, the excitement came over him in that short moment until the static and then the insides of it had smoked and melted. Since then Raph had avoided technical devices, only reading them in books. Glad to be included in the crowd, the most people he had seen in one room in years, he sat back easily as he puffed on his cigarette, the smoke like an old friend. Professor, he nodded in her direction respectfully in greeting, this is a very nice room, school. The bedroom is, ah, amazing, trying to find a less formal word and loosen up. Raph suspected that the rest of them were becoming infectious and he loosen up slightly. I thought I would miss my work table the most, but that one more than makes up for it. Is this where you come between classes, sitting back feeling himself relax more and more had the feeling, for once, that he belonged.