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Doctor Facilier went around to find the new students. To them, he introduced himself.

"Well hello there, I am Doctor Facilier, headmaster of this fine school. I wanted to personally welcome you and show you where the classes are. If you have any questions, my door is always open. Except when it is closed. Then it is only open if you are a deft enough hand with a lock pick... Now, who exactly did you say you are again...?"

However if he spotted anyone who had been around for a while there might be a not so friendly reminder to get to class. As though classes had been running on anything that resembled a schedule. At all. But not too harsh, not yet. After all, he could use some of these kids still. And a few of them even had his eye as especially useful. So he was a little softer with Emporio and Louie.

Edited 2023-10-06 06:08 (UTC)

One teacher had not needed reminding. As he always was, Professor Yen Sid was in his class room, ready and willing to teach. That classroom was one of the science labs down in the basement. In between students, he was experimenting with using the various recently acquired fish and gator byproducts. But his classroom door was always wide open, and he was very willing to be disturbed by those with an eager mind.

Lady Tremaine, called once more to work, reluctantly left her teacher's quarters and came out to a classroom with a broken door. The desks were all fitted with cauldrons, though some were in better shape than others. None were in shape that could be called good. The chairs were, of course, worse.

"Come in, come in," she snapped. "No dawdling. Evil does not dawdle. We might tarry, we might pause before we strike, but we do not hide and we do not cower. Take a seat and we'll begin."

The doorway to her classroom was open. Just as well, really. The smell from the fish oil she was using in her most recent skin care regimen really could use an airing out anyway. Besides, the lighting was better in here.

Anyone entering her class would find her posing dramatically before a mirror, making duck lips at it.

"Oh right, students. Didn't anyone ever tell you it is selfish and rude to be late to class?" Of course, if they point out that they weren't late, she might just send them away until they are.

All the extra activity in the school once again chased Xion outside. She was mostly skulking around in the shadows in the lee of the building, trying hard not to be seen. She would have just... slept... if there was somewhere safe to do it.

For once, not because she was breaking, but because... it would be that much less time she was terrified.

Though all this hiding out did give her more time than was probably healthy to dwell on that weird bad dream she had had. Well, most of it had been bad. Seeing Axel wasn't bad at all. Except that he hadn't been here when she woke up.

Xion shuddered, hunching in on herself. Then she made the choice and when she thought no one was looking ran for the shore. Maybe... maybe she could see him coming. He said he was coming... right? So he'd be here... right?

She stood on the beach, statue still staring out at the barrier.

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School? Seriously? Oh, sorry, but it seems like she left her school uniform at home. Oh well, she'll just have to cut...

Utau perched on one of the doomstones, feet against the graven words as she looked out over the thorn walls, hair blowing back in the wind.

She'd raided the lockers that the headmaster had warned people away from before her arrival and now her outfit was darker than when she arrived. The black and purple leather jacket was most of that, though she had also found a thick pair of black boots. She'd have preferred the pumps she found, even though they were blue, but her feet didn't fit.

She had a different look to her than she did when she arrived. Some of the softness that she had just recently rediscovered was fading, a sharpness was returning to her purple eyes.

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"Not a bad look, kid."

Morgana was casually sitting on the banister to stairs, ready to slide down when Utau came closer. Honestly, Morgana never wanted normal entrances, why start now?

"I was thinking of playing hooky myself, but it looks like this is the only place to get a decent roof over our heads."

[ Yeah, no. Morgana had dropped out of school years ago, and she hadn't made any plans to start lessons up again. The only reason she was even in the building was because it was the only place to actually live in, ridiculous as the idea was. Still, they couldn't force her to take classes, and she had better things to do with her time.

So she decided to take over one of the rooms and use it as a temporary sound-stage. Practice made perfect, and Morgana wouldn't settle for anything less for her performances. Archie the spider kept themselves busy by making cobwebs in a corner, and the bats Eek and Squeak were quietly grooving to Morgana's beats as they hung upside-down from the ceiling. Time for rehearsal - out in the hallway, anyone could hear her singing and playing her guitar. ]

I'm gonna cast a spell on you,
You're gonna do what I want you to!
Mix it up here in my little bowl,
Say a few words and you'll lose control!

Morgana was not a student. It was time to make that perfectly clear. Sure, the guy had killer fashion sense, but that didn't mean she was going to listen.

"Morgana McCawber. But you don't need to remember to check my attendance - I'm only here because this place isn't exactly giving me the VIP treatment I deserve. I'm an adult, I've got a career, I've learned all I need to - but as long you as guys don't try to educate me, I won't try to eradicate you. Live and let live. We good?"

She finished with two snaps of her hands. We better be good.

Morgana did walk past Tremaine... but didn't acknowledge she was there. No, she was way more interested in the cauldrons. She didn't plan on learning anything from this lady, she knew plenty. Instead, she knelt down to examine one of the cauldrons at all angles, talking to herself - or maybe to the little bats and spider in her hair.

"Hmmm... old-school, but it'll do. Not that I bet this place has much in the way of decent ingredients. Bet it can't even make a proper fog." She clicked her tongue in disapproval.

She glanced over. "I think I'd rather freeze. Some old hag in there was trying to tell me she was going to teach me how to be more evil." She tossed a pig tail over one shoulder, disgusted.

"Cheire, this is a school. We don't want you here any more than you want to be here. But here we all are. Now out there," he pointed towards the barrier with his cane, "Out there is a better place. Food, warmth, freedom. Magic." He made a magician’s pass with his free hand showing a spread of cards. All slight of hand, but still impressive looking, generally. "But they also have rules." He made his face. "Rules they base everything on."

He slid around to her other side, cards gone, leaning on his staff towards her. "If we want to get out there, Cheire, we have to show them we can play by rules." Or fake it.

"And rules say if you're in a school... you're a student or a teacher. What do you think a pretty thing like you has to teach the students here about how to be evil?"

"This is not potions class. That's the old troll in the basement. This is evil enrichment class. Now take a seat so we can begin," the woman snapped. "You're not much, but I'm used to working with less."

That actually made her laugh - or, given she was a villain, perhaps "cackle" was the better term?

"And I thought the teachers I had growing up were batty!" There were a few squeaks of protest coming from her hair, her bats disapproving of the language. "Oh, babies, you know what I mean... But the point is, if nobody here has power, than that means neither do they, and they can't tell us what to do."

"Rules?" She scoffed, tossing hair over her shoulder. "I've been yanked from my home and forced into a game I never wanted to play, and I'm expected to 'prove myself'? If anything, they're the ones who ought to prove themselves to me - why I should trust them when this is their fault to begin with?"

Besides, "trust" was a fleeting and fragile thing, as she'd learned so harshly. One wrong move and it was shattered over the most innocuous of things.

"I'm ever so sorry I don't fit into your neat little categories... but a few card tricks and a decent sense of fashion won't change my mind."

Morgana tried to wave away the older woman with a hand, making it clear she wasn't up for conversation or learning. "It's not the worst venue I've ever played, but it's definitely close... we'll have to experiment plenty before a decent concert is even close to ready. Then again, maybe the grime and filth could be part of the show? Giving it a 'rise from the grave' theme? Hmmm..."

Shoo-shoo. Go away. Talk to the hand.

She gave her an odd look, frowning a bit. "The most evil people I know have no magic of their own. And I don't see anything here to stop someone from using some of their kinds of power. Not having magic doesn't mean we're free." That last sentence sounded almost haunted, her eyes looking out past Morgana, past the Isle, past this whole world.

He laughed. "Then stay here and rot alone, if you want. But those of us willing to at least pretend to play by their rules have a chance to get out of here. But if you enjoy this prison so much, be my guest. Feel free to remain." A dark smile as he turned and headed back into the school unless she stopped him.

"Do you think I am impressed, child?" she sneered. "Do not think that being rude to me is enough to qualify as evil. You have yet to impress me in the slightest. Do not think you can succeed in this world as a villian without the guidance of those who have come before."

"Hm, true... one of the most painful things done to me was by mere mortals." Not that she was going to elaborate, but she wasn't going to dwell on it either. She hopped off the banister.

"But it doesn't mean we're prisoners, either. You just have to remember who is ACTUALLY on our side. And it's not a bunch of old hacks who took one look at us and think they had us memorized."

She playfully grinned, showing off her fangs. "You think I would let anyone pick off my rival before she had a chance to really impress me?"

Yes, Utau would be under Morgana's protection. But of course, if she said that, no doubt the younger girl would automatically reject it.

Morgana clicked her tongue. She didn't like that feeling, that somehow he'd won despite her refusing to play.

"... One question, king of spades." If he was keen on cards, then that's how she'd call him.

Morgana was silent for a while, closing her eyes, hand on her beak...

... And then she gasped.

"That's it! A whole theme of rising from your grave! Abandoning your old self! Taking on a new life! It's perfect! We can have gravestones for each member of the band, and there in the middle, a coffin, from which I emerge! No, no, I BLAST the lid off!" She giddily clapped at her marvelous idea, and then began to scour the desks trying to find pen and paper. "Oooh, I need to write this down! I can just FEEL the lyrics pouring in!"

So, yeah, still ignoring Tremaine. But now she was moving so fast that her familiars - twin bats and a spider - rolled out of her hair and onto the desk. The bats sheepishly waved hello to Tremaine, as if to say, That's, uh... that's how she is. Sorry. The spider just rolled its eyes.

She snorted. "On our side? Look around. People like you and me? We have no one. All I see is a bunch of people who at best don't care. The others? Want to use or mold us. We're as much prisoners here as" she started to say something but cut herself off and corrected "as if there were bars on the walls. This may be larger than a cell, but it is still a trap. We're still stuck. And I highly doubt anyone is coming to save us," she added, bitterly.

It had all been for nothing. If this was just going to happen anyway, she should have stayed evil. She lost everything. Even the one thing she had been given when she changed sides - hope. Even that had been stolen in this horrible place.

And she knew it was no less than she deserved, but if being good meant suffering this to atone, she'd rather go back to being evil. So what if her actual heart had run away from her. It wasn't like she had them here either.

"A tip, Cheire," he said, tipping his hat as he spoke. "I am the one and only Doctor Facilier. Head Master of the School, but most around these parts just call me the... Shadow Man. But since I like the idea of adding king of spades to my moniker, you have my attention."

Lady Tremaine pursed her lips with disgust and picked up the spider by one of its legs, holding it up. "You consider these viable familiars? You are a disgrace to all things evil," she said, clearly about to throw the spider over her shoulder.

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NPC - Professor Yen Sid

NPC - Lady Tremaine

NPC - Mother Gothel

Xion | Kingdom Hearts | CW: Angst | OTA

Utau Hoshina | Shugo Chara | OTA | Angst = yes.

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Morgana McCawber | Ducktales 2017 | OTA

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