There is something comforting being in my own modern world. Well in a facsimile or illusion, a fantasy or dream, of my modern world.
Waking up in a small apartment of some sort, or a dorm? I’m not entirely sure. Makes it a very odd morning, but it is something that can be explained. But people who know me when I don’t know them. No, that can’t be easily explained.
Magic. That is also not easily explained.
Monster, even less so.
Ill spare you the details of a weeklong breakdown of personality and reality. The truth is quite disgustingly simple. And honestly that makes it worse.
I am a student of New York’s Academy of Magic. Magic college. Fuck.
I did hope it would just be New York Hogwarts but nope, somehow even more deadly than that.
And something even worse, I think I’m a spy in this school and no normal student.
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When I woke up, I have some basic foundations of knowledge, and a terrifying amount of missing knowledge.
I know I have a series of fake identities, most of which look nothing like. Hidden both in my dorm and drop sites throughout New York.
Also hidden in most drop sites, or hideouts. I don’t really know what you would call the variety of hiding places if have as. But in most of them I also have various security cards and banks of passwords and usernames, some for the academy, and others for various business throughout the city.
The main three I have been for the academy, and two organizations, one a company called Vera, and another for a guild. A group or something called the guild.
My identity as a school student is called Leo Vander. Not the worst fake name.
What is the worst is what I don’t know. Or don’t remember. I don’t think this me, looking in the mirror I don’t believe that is my face. I am sure I had a past that didn’t involve magic or all this spy bullshit, but I have no memory of it. Just a feeling that this is all new or different.
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All I have are memories, or not really memories, more like muscle memoires of what I should be doing, where I should go. Apparently, school starts tomorrow, so glad the week I took being a maniac in my dorm didn’t get in the way of school.
I . . .
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I don’t know why I am relieved it didn’t get in the way of school. That I am sure is a uh, don’t want to call them muscle memoires. So, I’m just going to call them Leo memories. Do my best to keep this shit straight in my head.
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Ok let’s gather things and head out, thinking about My real memories or Leo’s memories is nauseating I’m going to walk around this damn campus.
Well, the campus looks nice ill give it that. All old gothic architecture, with large banners of at first, I thought sports teams but no, those banners are all orbs, wands and staffs. Really showing of a magical reality now.
Standing and looking at all the banners draped over the large arches that make the courtyard feel like a living advertisement for magic I get a league hand clasped over my shoulder.
I naturally freak the fuck out.
Jumping out of the hand I look back and see a young college student looking at me bemused.
“Bill” I say.
WHAT THE FUCK
WHY DO I KNOW HIS NAME
“Sup Leo, you turn into a hermit” he said. “Hermit”
“Yeah man, aint seen you in a week, and you aint responded to a single text, even tried calling you a couple times. You weren’t at your room either.”
When I got a message, I freaked a little and threw the phone into the wall as hard as I could. And when he knocked, I just hid and pretended to not be there.
“Been busy and sick, what you and Sara been up to.”
Who is SARA?
“Nothing much, she wanted to join or look at a couple of clubs know, see if we all could line up times and join as one.”
“ So were essentially a happy meal than.”
“Hermit meal if were counting you L.”
L a nickname, great
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Dragging me over towards a kitchen, cafeteria setup I am sat down next to Bill and face I ascribe the name Sara. Short blonde quite a counter to Bill who is big with blackish hair, with bits of white dye highlighting random sections of it. Me being brownish hair and in the middle of the two them. Of course, my hair color is fake.
I don’t know why I know my hair is a fake color.
That brief insight of a Leo memory makes me shiver.
“You’re not still sick are you” Sara looks at me giving me a once over and seeing If I look healthy.
“No just cold, I am allowed to shiver when it is cold.”
“Never said you couldn’t” she responds.
After a brief second when sights and begins a long torrent of information. Well information on clubs. Of which, there. Are. A. Lot.
Focused spells and focused minds
Tennis
Soccer
Abjuration acrobatics
Etc. . .
She turns into a club zombie rambling endlessly at me with club names and members. But at some point, she mentions one in particular. The club of basic magical research.
I need to get in that club.
“What about the research one then” I say. “It has a fairly lenient schedule, and who knows might be fairly fun.”
Both of them tilt their heads at me.
“Sure, why not”
“ok”
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Well, it seems I have a club now. Back in my dorm I prepare and study for the upcoming days and sign myself up as a member of the magical research club.
Looking online the club has now 5 official members. Me, Bill, Sara, and two others. A girl with square glasses, and an athletic girl with long blonde hair.
Her brother is the one I need.
Uhm, ok Leo memory, I’m just going to follow these memories and hopefully figure out, I don’t know, something, anything about what is going on.
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Few hours later I am reading a series of books, just to get a better sense of, well, a better sense of reality. As much as I can get of one.
Then suddenly another Leo Memory breaks my idle reading.
Get the bag, meet Vera contact, Hunt troublemaker.
Uhm
What the fuck
Ok. OK. Ok.
So, I need to get some bag, meet a person and uhm, hunt a person? Thing? I’m not entirely sure.
Well, If I want some information, any information, I guess I should follow this.