[A beautiful white and gold unicorn stands guard over a disheveled and rotund human man as the surf gently washes in and out around their feet. She lips at his limp hair and puffs warm breaths against his cheek. This is all well and good and honestly quite adorable, but Maurice is not in the headspace to think about that right now.]
[Maurice Hutch, up until just a few moments ago, was a vampire on the run from his problems. He'd only recently learned about the world of the supernatural after getting dumped head-first into it. Getting turned behind a gas station can really put a damper on your year--especially when you find out that the other resident vampires that you also didn't now about are not thrilled with your sudden appearance. But all that's a confusing blur for him now. He just stands, his arms wrapped around himself, and shivers as a real actual unicorn presses her muzzle against his face.]
Y-y-you keep saying that but s-some how I don't believe you. N-no offence.
[He hasn't felt the cold in months. Even if that beautiful mermaid (???) lady helped him not freeze to death in the bay, the breeze off the water and his wet clothes are still making him shake. He takes a little solace in noticing others in the same boat. Where was this? The last time his life got weird at least he got to go home to his own bed at night. But at least...here, he had a heartbeat. He could feel it rushing in his ears.]
[Movement catches his attention and he looks up to see one of his fellow castaways passing by. He opens his mouth to speak but swiftly shuts it. He's too shy to say anything.]
[Thankfully, his familiar is there. The unicorn calls out in a bell-like voice.]
Ahoy there! Excuse me, dear! I believe my charge was about to ask you som--MMPH!
[Maurice suddenly overcomes his nerves and claps both hands over the unicorn's mouth.]
NO I WASN'T NEVERMIND!
The Red Spring
[After a night's rest and getting his feet back under him, Maurice's nerves have turned to jittery excitement. He was going to save this world! He was going to learn magic! He never had to bite anyone ever again.]
[But what if he was bad at magic? Oh, God.]
[Maurice's familiar followed him patiently from workshop to workshop as he tried to discover his gift. At first he thinks maybe it's Animal Magic but quickly realizes that everyone else can understand his unicorn partner as plainly as he does. He spends an hour trying to light a candle by snapping his fingers and gives himself a headache trying to move a stone with his mind.]
[It is as he sits on a bench near the obstacle coarse and tries to nurse his headache that he discovers it. Maurice rubs his temples and sighs, sorely wishing his headache would go away so he could focus. Suddenly, he feels something. The sensation reminds him of planting his hands (and tongue) against the staticky screen of an old television as a kid. The tingling feeling spreads across his temples and though he cannot see it yet, the area is glowing softly. Then, the light travels from the aching sides of his face and up through his hands, dissipating along with the pain.]
Wuh--wh. Woah. Oh. Oh, man! Oh my God! Aha-ha! Yes!
[He lets out a whoop, startling his familiar who has dozed off in the grass nearby. When the unicorn looks up she sees her charge darting off across the training grounds. Maurice has been watching the others try and discover their powers with no shortage of mishaps.]
[This time, he's going to be there. This time, he's going to do good. He makes a b-line for the nearest magic-user who has suffered any kind of injury.]
Maurice Hutch | OC | +healing magic
There, there, you'll be right as rain in no time.
[A beautiful white and gold unicorn stands guard over a disheveled and rotund human man as the surf gently washes in and out around their feet. She lips at his limp hair and puffs warm breaths against his cheek. This is all well and good and honestly quite adorable, but Maurice is not in the headspace to think about that right now.]
[Maurice Hutch, up until just a few moments ago, was a vampire on the run from his problems. He'd only recently learned about the world of the supernatural after getting dumped head-first into it. Getting turned behind a gas station can really put a damper on your year--especially when you find out that the other resident vampires that you also didn't now about are not thrilled with your sudden appearance. But all that's a confusing blur for him now. He just stands, his arms wrapped around himself, and shivers as a real actual unicorn presses her muzzle against his face.]
Y-y-you keep saying that but s-some how I don't believe you. N-no offence.
[He hasn't felt the cold in months. Even if that beautiful mermaid (???) lady helped him not freeze to death in the bay, the breeze off the water and his wet clothes are still making him shake. He takes a little solace in noticing others in the same boat. Where was this? The last time his life got weird at least he got to go home to his own bed at night. But at least...here, he had a heartbeat. He could feel it rushing in his ears.]
[Movement catches his attention and he looks up to see one of his fellow castaways passing by. He opens his mouth to speak but swiftly shuts it. He's too shy to say anything.]
[Thankfully, his familiar is there. The unicorn calls out in a bell-like voice.]
Ahoy there! Excuse me, dear! I believe my charge was about to ask you som--MMPH!
[Maurice suddenly overcomes his nerves and claps both hands over the unicorn's mouth.]
NO I WASN'T NEVERMIND!
The Red Spring
[After a night's rest and getting his feet back under him, Maurice's nerves have turned to jittery excitement. He was going to save this world! He was going to learn magic! He never had to bite anyone ever again.]
[But what if he was bad at magic? Oh, God.]
[Maurice's familiar followed him patiently from workshop to workshop as he tried to discover his gift. At first he thinks maybe it's Animal Magic but quickly realizes that everyone else can understand his unicorn partner as plainly as he does. He spends an hour trying to light a candle by snapping his fingers and gives himself a headache trying to move a stone with his mind.]
[It is as he sits on a bench near the obstacle coarse and tries to nurse his headache that he discovers it. Maurice rubs his temples and sighs, sorely wishing his headache would go away so he could focus. Suddenly, he feels something. The sensation reminds him of planting his hands (and tongue) against the staticky screen of an old television as a kid. The tingling feeling spreads across his temples and though he cannot see it yet, the area is glowing softly. Then, the light travels from the aching sides of his face and up through his hands, dissipating along with the pain.]
Wuh--wh. Woah. Oh. Oh, man! Oh my God! Aha-ha! Yes!
[He lets out a whoop, startling his familiar who has dozed off in the grass nearby. When the unicorn looks up she sees her charge darting off across the training grounds. Maurice has been watching the others try and discover their powers with no shortage of mishaps.]
[This time, he's going to be there. This time, he's going to do good. He makes a b-line for the nearest magic-user who has suffered any kind of injury.]
H-hey! Hey, you okay?