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(Broken Glass 1.3)
The Academy of Magic's dining hall was hard to miss, seeing as it was within the tower at the center of the academy, far eclipsing the five towers on the perimeter. Taylor couldn't make out many details on the upper levels, but she was sure they were extravagant.
Really extravagant. At least as extravagant as the massive double doors that led into the hall itself.
She and Louise weren't the first students to get there, but they were far from the last. Not
everyone else could casually fly around, after all.
Inside, three long tables stretched out, parallel with each other and with the walls of the room. On one side, the students were just a little shorter on average, and wore brown cloaks. On the other, a little taller, and wearing purple cloaks. Those students filtering in to the middle table, where Louise and Taylor were, wore black cloaks.
"Different classes?" she asked, gesturing to either side when Louise looked up at the question, confusion quickly giving way to understanding on the shorter girl's face.
"First years on the left, third years on the right. Second years in the middle," Louise answered.
Taylor nodded, glancing upwards towards… those were probably teachers on the level above them. And then, looking further to either side….
"And what are those?" she asked, pointing at the objects in question. Nestled into the alcoves that lined the walls were… sculptures. She couldn't make out the details from here, but they seemed… lifelike. Which was almost as unsettling as the fact that she somehow got that impression without being able to actually see that much. (Some kind of 'magical' effect?) At least they weren't life-sized, despite being in recesses that could probably fit actual humans, much less life-sized human statues.
"Alviss," Louise answered. A proper noun. Huh.
"They're creeping me out, like they're going to come to life when the sun comes down."
Louise gave her an odd look.
"...was that a lucky guess, or did someone tip you off?"
"What, they do come to life?"
"Well, yeah."
Taylor immediately drove her face into her gloved hands, and never mind how rough those gloves were. They helped muffle her wordless moan of utter despair. (And exasperation, and incredulity, but mostly despair.)
The pink-haired girl let out a sigh. "Dinner should be over before then."
Taylor nodded, even as she walked to the table and took a seat for herself.
"What are you doing?" Louise asked, sounding incredulous.
"I'm sitting." Really, what was wrong with that?
"You're sitting before I do? You haven't even pulled out my chair!"
Oh, that was what she expected? Meh. Taylor ignored her.
"Familiar!" Louise wailed, stomping up behind her. "I
know you can hear me!"
"I can hear you just fine," Taylor replied without turning her head. "I just don't feel particularly obligated to follow your commands."
Taylor was… a little relieved about that, honestly. Even though it wasn't rational. 'Master', as used in the cape sense in English, was a far cry from 'Master', the word the healer used to describe Louise's relationship to Taylor in Tristanian.
"I'll… if you keep being disobedient, I won't feed you!"
"I'm... sure I could figure something out."
"I…."
People were staring. Some of them were smirking, laughing at Taylor and Louise.
No, not at both of them
.
At
Louise, and Louise alone.
"Familiar. ...no,
Taylor," Louise hissed, voice low, so quiet it was almost a whisper.
"Please."
The strained pleading reminded Taylor of nothing more than herself.
Ah, hell.
Taylor reached out with a leg and shoved the chair next to her away from the table.
Louise slid into it so hastily that Taylor thought the girl would fall off. Luckily, she didn't.
Then Taylor looked in front of her. At the actual food.
Oh.
Oh.
Roasted chicken, fancy pie shaped like fish, entire baskets of fruit…
It was ridiculously elaborate, and it certainly explained the pleasant smell.
"That's a noble's meal."
Taylor blinked, turned her head towards Louise. "And?"
Louise pursed her lips. "...w-well. Since you can obviously do some kind of magic, I can treat you like a noble. So… I'll allow you to have it."
Taylor turned back to the food.
"At least wait for the prayer, though!"
...Well, she'd been meaning to find some quiet time to experiment with her powers. This was as good a chance as any. Taylor closed her eyes, and focused inwards.
Except… inwards wasn't the right word. It wasn't something inside her mind. Nor was it outwards, something outside her body. It…
was her body. Even though it wasn't. Reaching out with muscles, limbs she didn't have, Taylor brushed nonexistent fingers over what she could feel with her power.
Vague blurs of - she briefly cracked an eye open, matching the location of those blurs to what she could see. Silverware. Forks and spoons.
She didn't need to look to know that the table knives were knives, at least. The grips were slippery. She heard fleeting murmurs of their names.
She could feel the little wooden sticks most of the students and teachers carried, many still filtering into their seats, but those were slippery, too. And not just because of how polished and straight they were. Not just because of a sense of vagueness, like with the knives. They didn't feel quite
right.
There were a few small blades she could feel above her. Daggers, stilettos. They sung to her as her fingers ran over their cold steel edges, but… judging by how they rested, they were probably sitting in more paranoid teacher's pockets, or strapped to their bodies. She didn't want to play with them.
Some of the teachers apparently carried staves, and
one had a long, thin sword with an ornate guard. A
rapier, her power told her, or at least that was the best English translation. Oddly enough, her power
also informed her that it was made of 'enchanted steel', whispered of the subtle powers-based reinforcement running through its length.
There was a very…
interesting staff approaching--
Someone slid into the seat opposite Louise, and Taylor's eyes shot open.
"Aren't you a little late, Kirche?" Louise growled, eyes fixated on the newcomer.
"I was simply occupied with some of the
finer things in life. Not that you'd know anything about that, would you, Zero?~"
Taylor immediately concluded that this girl was trouble. Judging by her tone, Louise agreed completely and then some.
Tall, by the local standards, though Taylor was probably still a little taller. Dusky skin, though Taylor couldn't say if it was naturally that shade or if 'Kirche' was just
very well tanned. Flaming red hair, just as bright as Louise's own pink, but done more messily, with bangs hanging over one crimson eye. The top two buttons on the girl's blouse were undone, exposing a sizeable amount of frankly unnatural cleavage. It was almost enough to draw Taylor's eye away from the face, a smirking face radiating vague, threatening smugness.
"Shut up."
Kirche ignored Louise's complaint completely, focusing her attention instead on Taylor. "And is this your familiar? So it really is a human!"
Taylor grit her teeth.
"Yes,
she is human, von Zerbst."
Kirche seemed to marvel at that simple fact, before turning her voice back towards Louise.
"You know, I wouldn't ever believe that, if it wasn't right there in front of me! It's amazing that she's a human… though, forgive me for not realizing it was a
she. It was hard to tell, you know? Those clothes might be appropriate for a servant, but no self-respecting woman of status would ever dress like that."
Taylor shrank back into her seat.
Kirche continued before Louise could interject, this time. Her fiery eyes swiveled back towards Taylor, and she spoke with disturbing cheer. Vicious cheer. "So!
I am Kirche Augusta Frederica von Anhalt Zerbst. Or Kirche the Ardent, if you prefer. A pleasure to meet you, and what's
your name?"
Taylor stared silently. She… wasn't sure where this was going. Maybe if she just-
"Well?" Kirche pressed.
Nevermind that, then. Taylor had no choice but to speak.
"...Taylor," she mumbled.
"Taylor," Kirche echoed, still smiling. "It's an interesting name. Just Taylor?"
She glanced aside. Thought about saying nothing. Kirche continued to stare expectantly.
Taylor took a breath. Put in more confidence than she really felt. "...Hebert. Taylor Hebert."
"Well then! As I said, it's a pleasure to meet you, Taylor Hebert," the redhead purred, leaning forward as she spoke. "And what brings you to our fine establishment of arcane learning, hmmm?"
Taylor found herself leaning away from Kirche's intent gaze. Her lips suddenly didn't seem to work. She wasn't sure if she wanted them to.
Something must have betrayed her answer, because Kirche continued a moment later. "Ah, I understand. I'm truly sorry," she didn't sound sorry, or at least not
that sorry, "for the inconvenience our dear Louise has caused you with her latest misfire."
Taylor wasn't sure if she ought to breathe out a sigh of relief. She knew a scathing remark when she heard one, even if it wasn't directed at her. Maybe… maybe Kirche would focus on the other girl and leave her alone?
Louise, for her part, shot up out of her seat in the time it took Taylor to think about that. "'Misfire'?!" she growled, face red with anger. "I'll have you know, the professors agree that the spell was completely successful, so you can-"
"Shhh. Prayer."
A new voice cut Louise off, calmly and quietly. It belonged to… Taylor raised an eyebrow. A blue-haired, glasses-wearing girl (at least this world had glasses), who slipped into the seat next to Kirche even as she spoke. (Would she be a … bluenette? Ugh,
no.)
She also had a staff. A very interesting staff.
A staff that Taylor could wait a moment to examine, as a hush fell over the room.
As one, the students closed their eyes, tilted their heads down, and chanted, the harmonious sound of a prayer echoing through the hall. Louise even recovered quickly enough to join them, sheepishly sinking back into her seat.
"
Oh, Great Founder Brimir, and our lady, the Queen, we thank you for this humble meal that you have graciously provided us this evening."
...there was nothing humble about this meal, but Taylor supposed that it wasn't the prayer's fault. Probably.
After a moment of silence, the students opened their eyes and dug in to their meals.
Taylor was among them, tearing off a piece of chicken and biting into - mmm. When was the last time she'd had meat this good? Years ago, probably, if ever. It was certainly far better than anything her dad knew how to make. If this was what nobles regularly ate, she could definitely get used to it.
Taylor devoured her food with relish.
So much relish, apparently, that it got someone's attention.
"Hey, who let a servant eat at a nobles' table?" someone commented. A student, a few seats over. Taylor squinted, got a better look at him.
"She's my familiar, not a servant," Louise declared. She spoke imperiously, but her impotent anger showed through in her voice.
"Really? I find that hard to believe, Zero!" the somewhat chubby boy insisted.
"Seriously, Malicorne?! You were
there!"
"So?! It's not like anyone could recognize anything under all that filth!"
"Fine then, Common Cold! Here's another question: How many servants can afford glasses?!"
"I didn't see any glasses and I don't see any now- wait, C-common Cold?!" Malicorne sputtered as what Louise had said caught up to him.
"Had glasses," the blue-haired girl cut in, louder than before but still calm and collected. "Broken."
The boy blinked. Then shook his head. "Glasses or no glasses, I still don't buy it. It's not like the Zero doesn't have funds to purchase a prop if she needs one, right?"
"There's an easy way to be sure," Kirche cut in, a twinkle in her eyes. "You could just look at her familiar runes."
Taylor blinked. Louise's eyes widened.
"I
really don't think that's a good idea," Louise said.
"Of course she'd object," Malicorne said. He was acting serious, but Taylor heard the smile in his voice. "Flashing those fake runes might have tricked the crowd, but the Zero's parlor tricks won't withstand close scrutiny from a
real mage. Why, Kirche, I think that's a wonderful idea."
Kirche's smile widened.
Taylor looked towards Louise… who had completely flipped her expression, any hesitation vanishing beneath a sea of indignation. "
Fine, then. Familiar. Do it."
Taylor hesitated.
This was blatantly a trap. But she couldn't see a way out of it.
Slowly, she lifted her trembling left hand, turned it so the back faced Malicorne, and pulled her glove off.
All but one person in that direction looked away almost instantly.
"What in Brimir's name even is that?!" someone yelped.
"A parlor trick, apparently?" Taylor said, managing to keep her voice mostly dry as she looked towards Malicorne. Or at least in his general direction. He was the only one looking back, after all, his eyes wide and fixated on her hand.
His eyelid twitched.
Then he covered his eyes, letting out pitiful little moans.
"Oh jeez- Founder what the hell was that - how does that even - I think I'm going to be sick-"
Taylor averted her eyes, focusing on her palm as she hastily pushed the glove back on.
She heard someone protest from Malicorne's general direction, to which Kirche of all people cheerfully responded with, "He did ask for it! Whose fault is it that he couldn't handle it, mm?"
Wait, what?
"Y-you traitorous- oh God I need to go!"
The boy leaped out of his seat and darted off at startling speed, rushing straight past bewildered students and out of the hall. Taylor thought she heard distant retching shortly thereafter.
Their portion of the table was silent, for a moment. Then Kirche giggled.
"Well, I'd say that ended well, wouldn't you agree?" she quipped, smiling.
Something finally clicked in Taylor's head. This had been a trap alright, just… not for her. Kirche had
used her to hurt someone.
It was a strange thought. It certainly wasn't a happy one.
Next to Taylor, Louise cradled her head in her hands.
"Kirche, could you
not use my familiar to make people sick?"
"It's not my fault he walked right into it, Louise," the redhead said with what might have been all the smugness in the entire world.
"...even so. Obviously it's rude, but more than that, it's undignified, even by your standards," Louise groaned.
Kirche laughed, shorter and sharper this time. "But it's fitting, isn't it, Zero? You summoned your familiar out of trash, and she made Malicorne throw up," the redhead taunted. "Maybe you've discovered the element of vomit! Have you ever tried casting a queasiness spell?"
Louise grit her teeth, ground her foot against the floor, while Taylor stared blankly towards Kirche. She'd been reminded of…
that more than enough already, but at this point, there wasn't much Kirche could say to make it worse.
"Like I said, perfectly fitting. The zero-class mage gets a zero-class famili--"
And then, suddenly, the blue-haired girl interrupted. Quietly, maybe even more quietly than before, but firmly.
"Dangerous."
Taylor blinked, turned to look at her. Louise and Kirche did much the same, as did another few students who must have overheard.
"Tabitha?" Kirche asked. (Ah, so that was her name.)
Tabitha nodded. "Dangerous," she repeated. "Disarmed entire courtyard, while in shock and likely using magic for first time, possibly unconsciously."
Taylor's eyes widened.
"No wands, no spells. No spells, instant defeat."
The blue-haired girl nodded again, returning to her food.
Things got pretty quiet after that. Louise's eyes were wide, though Taylor couldn't tell what that meant. Kirche looked… thoughtful, almost? The other students flanking them seemed split between watching her with wary gazes and pretending she didn't exist.
Dangerous, Tabitha had said, and no one had disagreed. Taylor… Taylor wasn't sure how to feel about that. She wasn't even sure how she was
supposed to feel about that.
Knowing that these people needed implements to use their powers was… helpful. Something to keep in mind, at least.
Since no one was talking, Taylor got back to her meal, moving on to the fruit. As did most of the students, sooner or later. Louise eventually joined in as well, but it was a good long while before she finally picked up her silverware.
With no conversation to listen to, Taylor turned the rest of her attention to Tabitha. Not to Tabitha herself, exactly—though she could swear the blue-haired girl was staring at her from time to time—but to Tabitha's staff.
Interesting seemed to be something of an understatement.
Hundreds of years old, her power whispered as her not-fingers ran over the ancient, crooked wood.
Harvested from the core of an enchanted tree, then layered with further enchantments and reinforcements. Oversized for current user; length suggests it was made to the specifications of someone between six to twelve inches taller than Tabitha. Overall durability comparable to forged steel, sufficient for blocking or deflecting sword strikes.
That was… certainly something.
That wasn't normal, was it? No, it wasn't. As far as Taylor could tell, none of the other weapons were like this.
Who
was this girl?
Taylor probably wouldn't bring it up in a place like this, anyways. She didn't really get a chance, as someone finally broke the silence.
'Someone' was Kirche, because apparently the universe wasn't done tormenting Taylor.
"So, Taylor. I have to ask: why are you sticking with the Zero? A being of your power could do so much better. I mean, I wouldn't ask a normal familiar that question, since the ritual binds familiar to Master. But in Louise's case, the ritual seems to have granted her
zero control."
The redhead looked just as smug as she had before. Louise was fuming, answering before Taylor could decide on what, if anything, she wanted to say.
"You talk about control, but where's your
self-control? Is there any male in the Academy you haven't slept with yet, you Germanian whore?"
Kirche laughed a haughty, smirking laugh. "If you want to talk about that, then by all means, feel free. But we both know they come to me, not the other way around. Regardless of my exploits or your lack thereof, though, I asked your familiar a question, and I want her to answer it. Or are you afraid of hearing what she has to say?" she taunted.
Louise started to say something, cut herself off, sputtered. Kirche ignored her, turning her eyes straight to Taylor.
Taylor stared back. Her fingers twitched gently.
"Don't be shy," the redhead cooed, as if encouraging her to introduce herself to the class.
This was familiar. A redhead sounding almost genuine.
Taylor glanced away. Looked down.
There was still some food on her plate. Might as well have some. Give herself an excuse to think.
She took a bite, had some water to wash it down.
When Taylor looked up from the food, Kirche was still watching her. Louise, too.
Luckily, Taylor had an answer. She spoke slowly, carefully.
"Louise brought me here. Would someone else have a better shot at sending me back?"
Louise blinked. Kirche raised an eyebrow.
"Would sending you home be a suitable price to buy your services, then? If not as a familiar, perhaps something more like a mercenary," the redhead suggested, leaning forward over the table.
Taylor hadn't thought about it like that. But….
...after a moment of hesitation, she agreed. "Yeah, I guess so."
She certainly wouldn't work for someone like Kirche for anything less.
The redhead closed her eyes, hummed in thought.
Eventually, Louise spoke, her voice shaky. Taylor couldn't fathom what emotions were running through the pink-haired girl's mind.
"...that's an impossible price."
Kirche opened her eyes, focused back on Taylor. "Oh? I suppose that means your home isn't within walking distance."
A pregnant pause fell over them.
Taylor didn't answer. At least, not at first. But even she couldn't bear the weight of their expectant gazes forever.
"...another world," she murmured, so quiet they could barely hear.
Hear, however, they did. Kirche let out a low whistle, and even Tabitha looked up from her food.
"Hmm." Kirche smiled. "You've certainly summoned an interesting familiar, Zero."
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A/N: This one was a bit later than I would have liked, mostly due to repeated edits to pin down characterizations. Kirche is not Ambiguously Dark-Skinned Emma, and Locker Taylor is not Warlord Taylor or even Start of Canon Taylor. Nonetheless, I'm happy enough with the final result, but feel free to point out any typos or the like.