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The occult club is still a work in progress, but that just means Clamor has a lot to do to help prepare everything. After class when he's not occupied with tutoring he can frequently be found in his homeroom or by his locker, sorting through various bottled herbs and crystals or collecting items from the cultists. He can also be found flipping through his personal spellbook, bookmarking pages to come back to later...

Or, you know, actually doing magic, because that's something he can suddenly do again. Not that his brand of spellcasting is the most obvious, per se—there might be some kind of magical glow coming from his hands, but he otherwise looks like he's just handling ordinary objects or drawing intricate circles on things—but it's been awhile since he's been able to use magic, so he might be showing off just a tad. Like, he didn't need to enchant one of the janitor's brooms so it could float and clean up messes all on its own, but he did that anyway and he's very proud of himself. Try not to get in the way if you see him taking it for a test run, it still needs a bit of tweaking to discern between "mess" and "thing/person that happens to be on the floor".

At some point in the month, he'll be in class 1-B putting some fancy spell circles inside a familiar cardboard box that still has "baby jail" lovingly written on the front... don't worry about it.

[Lucifer has ~~some~~ ~~extremely homosexual~~ interest in Clamor due to the fact that he's ~~cute~~ a mage, and in Lucifer's experience, mages are either the worst kinds of people or the best. He has so many tales about all of the horrible witches he's met over the years, but anyway...

Clamor doesn't exactly seem the type to either a) stalk Lucifer for a pact or b) be weirdly emotionally manipulative about pacts, and truth be told he's always been nosey about others. Whether it be due to the fact that they have magic that's either interesting or dangerous, or due to them possessing intelligence that he doesn't have already, or even due to seeing them as competition, Lucifer has a keen fascination with people. Which means, of course, that his first order of business has been regularly checking in on his magical companion, and the second...]

Do you have a free hour or two?

[...is currently pulling Clamor aside after the end of an occult club meeting so that they can talk spells without any of the nosey young kids overhearing.]

[they've just barely gotten the occult club off the ground and he's already starting to feel like he's back to tutoring at Seven Tower... next he'll be grading magic papers deep into the night...

but they're not quite there yet, and instead he's allowing himself to be dragged out of the room by his demonic co-teacher. uhh??]

I... I suppose so. [wait, this is probably club related. for a second there he almost thought he was... nevermind] I didn't have anything planned, so right now is fine. What did you need?

Yes, actually.

["Pulling aside" is quite literal with Lucifer, who can be pushy at the best of times, including now.]

Frankly, as much as you are an expert at protective magics, your spells take too long to set up to be effective in a pinch. Which, given the nature of the place we're in, isn't exactly to your benefit unless you plan to live your life in a chalk diagram.

[He's just assuming Clamor can't do things on the fly, anyway.]

More to the point, I'm offering to teach you some hexes. Little things like binding someone to the floor in case they come after you or cursing them to move slowly, things of that nature. What do you say?

[He knows it's not meant to put him down, but it still stings to hear his magic being criticized so bluntly. He was at the top of his class, he knows he can do better—]

That's the whole point of having a spellbook, isn't it? And it's not like I need a circle on hand for everything, I'm not some greenhorn first year. I've even done casting without hands before! Do you know how hard it is to focus a barrier without a real body? It's even worse when you can barely see what's going on, I basically had to guess for every step and I still nailed it. I doubt even my professor could've managed that...

[The bristling doesn't last long, at least, before he deflates again with an irritated sigh. He can absolutely do better than what he's shown, and he wants to, but... there's no point in making it a pride thing. This is outside of his control.]

Truthfully... I'm still not back to full strength. Activating magic this simple shouldn't be so draining. If my manaflow is the problem, I don't know if I would fair any better with hexes.

[but he's not saying no, either. he likes learning about new types of magic, so why would he? even if he was never really good with those kinds of spells... it wouldn't hurt to try something new.]

Are you actually intending to flip through a spellbook while running for your life?

[Lucifer gets the bristling, he does. He can tell he stepped on Clamor's toes a little bit, but he's too stubborn to relent at the same time. It's fair that Clamor can cast spells without hands, or focus on a barrier without having a true body, or can guess and get it right — but in Lucifer's honest opinion simple bragging rights don't save a person who is now just as killable as anyone else here.

It's hard to tell with him since he doesn't like to say it, but he cares for Clamor and dammit he's going to teach the man some magic, Demon King help them all.]

I've felt a similar phenomenon here as well, so I cannot fault you for that. However talented you may be, though, it would do you well to learn something new.

[Basically: I care for you, asshole, you're not allowed to die.

Which really does not come out that way.]

I do not believe for a single moment that you are incapable or otherwise, which is why I'm offering to teach you something new — despite the apparent issues with being weakened by this place — rather than summon something to follow you around at all hours of the day and guard over you that way.

[No Lucifer is absolutely not hinting at the fact he figured out he can summon things now what are you talking about?]

Please don't start another imp infestation. [he's assuming (hoping) that's a joke but seriously... too soon, man.]

I never said I wasn't interested, I'm just not sure if it'll make a difference. It would depend on how your hexes draw mana. Maybe if it's something simple...? Well, it wouldn't hurt to try.

We should go somewhere more private first. I'd hate to accidentally curse someone... [or like... intentionally curse someone... there is Another Reason why he's not sure how effective he'll be at hexes but look, he'll deal with that after they figure out if he can use them or not.]

Hello.

[ The sound of her heels clatter against the floor, each step drawing noise to sound her appearance. She comes into the room wearing her usual school uniform, the long skirt that starts at her waist line then reaches last her knees. However she is equipped with her favorite Hat, from Teyvat. It's purple color stick out but she rather misses wearing it, so she were dawned with it on this day. ]

Clamour is your name? I've been wanting to meet you myself.

[it's hard not to make a few small assumptions when someone walks up to you in a giant wizard hat. anyway,]

That would be me! [he's just reviewing something in his spellbook for later, so he doesn't mind the interruption. he shuts his book for now to address her properly.] Is this about the occult club? We're still getting everything together, but it's open to everyone who wants to learn or share what they know—as long as the material is appropriate, anyway.

He's a little more reclusive, after a run-in with one of the "flour babies"... at least it's a problem that he already knows is being dealt with. In the meantime Clamor keeps to himself, diligently attending his classes and spending most of his free time in his homeroom, still working on his various occult projects, still acting like his usual cheery self... maybe trying a little too hard to be cheery...

He avoids the library completely for the week. Sorry, Haruka.

Sleep, too, is something Clamor tries to just avoid. He's back to spending his midnights in the home ec wing, and this time he's experimenting with coffee instead of tea. Anything that can keep him awake for longer is worth a shot. He sits facing the door with his back to a wall, looking exhausted but determined to stay up until dawn.

At least his cup never seems to cool. Magic is pretty great for that.

Ventus-san! Where have you been!?

[ You know she's the youngest of their little sleeping group right. The youngest. But here she is at midnight, standing in the doorway to the home ec with her hair a mess and glaring at Clamor. Sara usually manages to look accomplished no matter what she's doing but now she just looks like a seventeen year old trying to maintain a responsible air.

Nevermind that she had a nightmare herself, dragging herself out from a pile of blankets to bite her knuckle to keep quiet. She noticed you weren't there Ventus-san, so she snuck out past Sidney to find you.

Just let her pretend to be responsible for a little bit, and bring you back to bed. ]

[we'll say it's slightly before midnight so they can talk without being muted... anyway. He's still in the process of figuring out the coffee machine when Sara decides to appear. He's startled for a moment, quickly smoothing over his expression with an anxious smile.]

O-oh! Sorry... did I wake you? [he only pretended to go to sleep before sneaking out... it's not like he has much luck sleeping lately anyway. he feels a little guilty, regardless, because she came all this way to find him...]

Well... I couldn't sleep, so I figured, why not stay up? I'll go back to bed later, I promise. [that's a lie, get his ass]

Sorry if I worried you... you should go back to sleep. [if Sidney woke up and both of them were missing, then they'd really be in trouble]

[ Halfway through this tag it will actually hit 12 and then they will have to finish arguing via charades ]

You're to quiet to do that. [ Ignoring his request that she leave (HAH!), Sara drags a stool out from under one of the home ex tables and sits, running a hand through her hair. ] I woke up on my own and I didn't see you.

[ Theres an unspoken, "I was worried" because it hasn't been that long since several people turned up dead. Maybe they found out who did it but... ]

Why can't you come back now?

[His smile is a little more strained as she drags the stool over. Well... here he is being a bad influence again, just letting all the kids stay up way past a reasonable bed time. It's not like he's actually gonna go back to bed at this point, though, so.

sigh. turning on whatever shitty 90s coffee machine they have in here, he'll only give her a cup if she asks for it.]

I was trying not to be bother... but thank you for thinking of me, Sara. I'll leave a note next time so you don't have to worry.

Sleep problems are practically the norm in Yogen. Clamor has never been the type to wake up screaming, but he still gets his fair share of nightmares. He's learned to cope with them, though—being close to someone else helps, even its embarrassing to ask, and until now that's been enough to keep him on a semi-regular sleep schedule...

But that strategy stops working when he can't feel. Something he probably should've thought of before, but it's a bit late for that now.

In his dreams he's dying again, unable to protect anyone, unable to even properly die as he slips back into that hellish nothingness... and like usual he startles awake next to Sidney, grasping for something solid and warm to ground him back to reality.

... but there's nothing there. he feels nothing, nothing, and the silence is deafening and the darkness weighs heavily on his meagre vision, pulling him back in, suffocating him

actually, he's just hyperventilating. He's barely aware of his own actions, half-convinced he's still asleep while another part of his brain thinks he's dying. Nails dig into his palms, his arms—possibly someone else's arm, sorry, he'll apologize for that later—but he still feels nothing except a cold numbness, and the terror that builds in his chest like it's about to explode.

His mouth is moving, but there's no sound at this hour of night, so everyone will just have to use their imagination for what Clamor's screaming sounds like.

Edited (i dont know what month it is) 2021-07-11 14:22 (UTC)

( the worst part is that sidney feels clamor moving as he wakes up- but he knows that the man can't feel anything. not him at his side, or the floor beneath them, or the wall sidney sits against, because the man won't lay down for some goddamn reason.

and he knows clamor doesn't feel him as he rushes to hold him against his chest, or how he pets his hair- it's instinctual, really. after a moment of fishing, sidney brings out a PDA, lets the screen light shine- try to catch clamor's attention this way, when touch and sound can't work.

as if he's not trying to speak quiet reassurances anyways. )

[moving shadows, a flash of light—nothing solid but it's still something, and he reaches for it out of desperation, the shape of a hand eclipsing the tiny rectangle of the PDA screen. he grasps it, trembling fingers brushing against Sidney's.

his hand he asserts to himself, adjusting his grip to let the light shine through again. he still has hands. he's still here, somewhere, existing in a physical space. one arm, one—no, two eyes, and the second arm must be on the other side of whatever he's pressed against. something prevents him from pulling away completely, a shadow brushing thin strands away from his eyes...

it still doesn't feel real, but he's... he's somewhere. he's with someone. his breathing remains erratic, but he's regained some control now, all of his attention focused solely on the tiny square of light while his vision tries to adjust.]

( sidney leaves the PDA on, lets the light shine beyond shielding it from noah- kid's sleeping soundly for once, he can't let this disturb him. after a long while, still holding clamor, he sets it down where clamor can see, and reaches into the desk nearby: his own, with a notebook and pen. writing in the dark is tough, but the light needs to stay where clamor can see it.

eventually, held up in the light, clamor might be able to see the notebook again! but the real question is if he'll register it right now. )

You are here, Clamor. Noah and Sara are close by. I'm here. We are in the classroom still.

[he isn't letting that PDA out of his sight, so there's no need to worry about that. and he does, eventually, realize that it is a PDA—he's slowly piecing the situation back together, remembering where he is, or at least where he should be... it's too blurry to read the screen, but it does make him think—what time is it right now? it's dark, so it must be late. after midnight... there's no sound after midnight. and someone—Sidney?—is here. he must've fallen asleep. so it's a nightmare, and he's not dying, he just has to wake up

the light shifts, drawing Clamor's attention again. a notebook, fuzzy handwriting, the light that catches the edges of Sidney's features...

he has to squint to make out the words, but that's kind of grounding in its own way, really. his body is supposed to have shitty eyesight, so that just means he's... okay? probably? he touches his eye where his monocle would normally be, but... no, he wouldn't sleep with it on, but it should still be close by. on the desk?

it's such a simple, easy thing. he should be able to do it himself... but he looks to where he thinks the desk is, tries to get up, hesitates, looks back to Sidney instead. doesn't know what to say (not that anyone would hear), feels a wave of shame for being so useless right now, why does he still feel so afraid of nothing, what's wrong with him...?

rather than deal with any of these thoughts, he just leans back into Sidney and tries to pretend everything is fine. because everything is totally fine. he just has to keep telling himself that until it sounds convincing, then maybe he'll remember how to breathe normally again.]

( oh, right, the monocle. of course. sidney had even needed to get his own glasses- why wouldn't it be the same? quickly, he grabs the piece and after a moment of debate... he hands it over to clamor. because in all honesty, he has no idea how the fuck a monocle is put on or stays on.

he wishes he could do more- that touch would mean anything to clamor right now, that it wasn't so late that he couldn't speak. all he can do is stay close, stay visible. but... maybe? maybe something else could work. but not until clamor looks more at ease- or as much as he can in this situation.

instinctively, his hand rests on clamor's back, but he knows it's useless for anyone but himself specifically. and he's not the one who needs this sort of thing right now. )

[he was doing a piss poor job of hiding it, but he's still a little surprised when Sidney hands him the monocle. ah... well, at least he can use that to see properly. it's still too dark and he still has to squint, but he can read without giving himself a headache now. he takes it with a shaky hand, putting it carefully in place.

he's more awake now, mostly aware of the situation, and... still completely numb. is it too optimistic to keep hoping that's part of the dream? that it's just going to wear off if he waits long enough...?

but for now, he's... fine. close enough to fine. he feels embarrassed for making a scene, and maybe focusing on that will help him with calming down. he reaches for the notebook, scrawling out a reply in messy handwriting.]

Sorry. It was just a dream, I'm fine.

( sidney watches as the other shakes, as he tries to force himself to smile and hide his shame. about a nightmare, about being unable to feel anything at all- does he even feel the ground beneath them?

after a moment, sidney puts his hand over one of clamor's while the other can at least see, so he knows it's happening on some level, before sliding the notebook to himself to write- )

You have nothing to be sorry about. It's a terrible situation. But you're safe.

[he can't feel it, but... he can still appreciate it. the gesture is enough. he's here, he's real, and so is Sidney...

exhale, remember how to breathe. once he's accomplished that much, he moves to write another response.]

Thank you. Sorry I woke you up.

[... Sidney literally just said not to apologize, but y'know. habits.

he hesitates before writing one more line, a little more slowly and carefully than the last.]

Is Noah still asleep? [Don't tell him about this is implied, but. he hopes it comes across. especially now, when Noah has already had a rough month... he really doesn't need to be worrying about Clamor.]

You both apologize too much for things you shouldn't be sorry for.

( and the message is delivered with a flat look that dissolves back to concern and the concept of trying to beat away a sense of helplessness with a golf club. )

He is, yes. Sara, too.

( which, good. let the kids stay unmarred by this. they have their own things to shoulder. he can stay up with clamor, keep him calmed and distracted. he hopes that the flour children's curse isn't permanent. )

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