Octavia's Bow

"Well, I could always serve the tradition fare of my people," Sam says spookily, "Liquor with a drop of Nightshade, and a bubbley cauldron of eye of newt among other nefarious oddities." She waggled her fingers spookily and laughed, "Ohhhh, that was stupid." "You can eat whatever you'd like for all I care. You could wait until the sun peaks to eat dinner so that your eggs may see the sun. I don't know why. In my opinion, the moon is far prettier and doesn't burn your eyes out for looking at it. But, I am obviously biased. So.... whatever."

*Puts away Math textbook for a moment* Sure. In all honesty I haven't had time yet to really read them. They're all in a g-doc, but it's easy to swap.

It's 9:57? Feels like six... It must be dark outside. I wish I could go out there now.... Sam sighs and looks towards Masun, "For the record, I'm all for it. My only question is how your going to go about it. AREA has been fight my nocturnalization since I walked through the door. They've gone so far as giving me a door guard who drags me out of bed. Not really something I see them dropping soon. Not unless it was absolutely necassary."

A last second redirection of a moonfire blast froze the wall before she broke her own door down from her bed. "I want to sleep d*mnit! Why can't they ever respect THAT I NEED SLEEP?!?" She thrashed around in her bed for a bit before finally rolling out of it. Now, she looked especially frazzled. Giggling a bit to herself, she walks into her bathroom. Well, if hey want be bone tired, I'll give them bone tired. 3 minutes of make up later gave her the perfect balance of eye shadow to make her look goth. This, followed by the black pair of sweat pants, and the MCR T her parents had sent in their 'care package' a month earlier made her look just like the teens on TV. Gah, this is edgy. The only thing I could do to make this worse is die my hair some obscure color... like purple. No. Nonono. She sighs internally and splashes water on her face. A quick minute later, and some make up removal, she was instead suited up in a plain white t-shirt, and some baggy grey sweatpants. Taking a last-minute look at her stars to raise her spirits, she attempted what her mother would call a 'brave face' and walked her tired behind to the sparring ring. At this point, it was about like being pulled outa bed at midnight. She grabbed some soda outa the fridge on the way to said sparring area. This sh*t's gunna start becoming a signature if they keep waking me up like this, she thinks, downing half the can. A short orientation with a map on the wall later, and she found herself arriving. With a look of distaste, she peered through the door window. Steeling her nerves for the known butt-kicking coming, and the probable hours of nursing wounds afterwards, she opens the door and trys to find a shady corner to blend with. Of course, the grey sweatpants and white shirt wouldn't hide her as well as her former attire, but it might work out in her favor. Sipping her can, she tries not to just emanate her tiredness and general bad mood. How am I supposed to channel positive energy when I'm constantly lacking energy. You wouldn't ask Merlin to destroy an army after just climbing Mt. Everest and then deflecting a meteor. She begins t lose herself in reflection over her previous requisition. ​Why can't I become nocturnal? Because some leading psychologist believes humans are naturally diurnal? He's not a Lunar Mage. My culture barely limps on in it's patchworks and loose translations. We have good reason to suspect nocturnality as probable. I am tied to my element anyway. I am the most powerful I can be in the middle of the night. With a full moon if you'd like to be technical, but that shouldn't detract from the point. And the best response they give me is f you I said so? F them! Bloody energies take them, blast it. They are less than human. The whole time, her aura builds steadily and steadily, until she finally notices and dissipates it. Needless to say, she's not in the greatest of moods right now.