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Caroline Forbes ([personal profile] vampireboulevard) wrote in [community profile] self_inflictedexhile2019-09-26 08:46 pm

tvd / nysm } { the salvatore school for the young and gifted



Nestled just on the outskirts of the tiny town of Mystic Falls, Virginia is the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted. As far as most of the town is concerned, the school is exactly how it's marketed - a boarding school for rich and gifted students - but a few are aware of it's real origins.

A school for young supernatural students, so that they can grow up somewhere where they didn't have to hide.

The headmaster is actually much older than she looks, having not aged a day since she was seventeen, but she's learned to dress herself up to fit the part. Her long hair is swept up into an elegant twist, her pant suit is perfect and polished, and her makeup is appropriately adult. Still, there's not a lot that can hide the youthfulness of her features no matter how hard she tries.

She's standing at the front of the school, watching as the car pulls up in front before flashing the man who arrives a bright smile and wave. Once he emerges from the car, she waves and makes her way closer to shake his hand.

"Mr. Rhodes. Welcome to the Salvatore School."
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[personal profile] onebehind 2019-10-05 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
To say that Dylan has mixed feelings on being here is an understatement.

On one hand, through centuries of careful breeding and ritual and so on, the wolves of the Eye of Horus are not entirely the same as your average werewolf. He actually does have an allergy to silver, for one, and his bite is contagious, for another -- it's how he managed to bring the Horsemen in, despite none of them, except Jack, being werewolves to start. Not to mention the fact that, as far as the first change goes, they don't actually have to kill anyone, to trigger it -- though that's a secret they guard fiercely. Your first change happens, if you were born into it, when you hit puberty, or if you were bitten, on your first full moon after. Even if it's not the case anymore, his hands were clean, when this all started for him.

On the other, though, the pack mentality most other werewolves have is still going strong in the Eye, and -- fuck, the kids here are just kids, and probably don't understand a whole lot of what's happening to them, or are having trouble dealing with the aggression that comes with all of this, or whatever. The list goes on, really, and he feels the need to be here, to try and help, and so here he is.

On the other other, he hates leaving the Horsemen alone, never mind the fact that they can take care of themselves, and really, he can see them whenever he feels like. He hates leaving his day job at the FBI, where Fuller is still learning to deal with all this shit, because oh, yes, he bit him, too, the whole thing a mutual decision, after Fuller found out what he was, to give him a little extra survivability, when he, personally, has been shot twice in the last few months. He hates the fact that, while he has arrangements made for nights of the full moon, he probably won't be able to join the Horsemen there, because what kind of teacher would he be, if he fucked off, when the kids probably need him the most. He hates that there are fucking vampires here. He --

-- well, you get the picture.

Regardless, however, he manages to summon up a smile of his own as he gets out of the car, and moves to meet her halfway, taking her hand in his for the shake, once they're face to face.

"Dylan," he corrects as he steps back. "And yeah, thanks." It looks more like a summer camp, here, than his mental image of a 'boarding school', but he's not going to tell her as much.
Edited 2019-10-05 19:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] onebehind 2019-10-08 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds good," Dylan agrees, gesturing for her to lead the way.

A snort follows, at the idea that she's been having a hard time getting any werewolves to come in, and while he doesn't comment beyond that -- well, it's really not hard to tell that he's not surprised. He might not be here, himself, if the Eye hadn't already looked into this place and assured him that, despite being run by a vampire, it was safe. He mutters an apology as they continue on.

"How many kids you got, total?" he wonders, after a beat. Whether he's just talking about the werewolves, here, or the entirety of the student population is up for debate. She can answers however she likes.
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[personal profile] onebehind 2019-10-15 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your guys and my guys haven't exactly had the best track record together," Dylan says by way of agreement. And despite not being the same as every other werewolf here, werewolves in general are still his guys, if only because, "I think we share a common ancestor, somewhere."

Even if they're older as a group, on the whole, the Eye haven't always been werewolves. They were witches, first, and what happened to them was meant to be a curse, too, even if they've evolved beyond it, more or less. For the most part, even if changing is the worst pain he could possibly imagine, even if he'll never go to a fancy dinner party, because silver, it's seen as a gift, now, offered as one. He wouldn't have bitten Fuller, if it wasn't, not to mention the kids.

"But yeah," he continues, irregardless and after a beat, "we're a step or two removed from the standard." He wonders, briefly, who's been talking and why. He has visions of, if not Caroline specifically, then some vampire, somewhere, capturing one of them and torturing them for information. He tries to put that out of mind, tries to tell himself that whoever she touched base with, to get him here in the first place, probably filled her in on a little, but he doesn't quite manage.

He manages to keep himself from shaking his head before he asks, "How much do you know about my pack?" He's not going to give away all of their secrets, if he doesn't have to.
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[personal profile] onebehind 2019-10-26 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"It was genetic in my case, too," Dylan tells her, almost absently. "My old man was a werewolf."

And what a clusterfuck his childhood had been, as a result -- especially considering the fact that, while he wasn't exactly an orphan, his father died before he could explain things to him, and his mother had no idea what to do with him, beyond stay away on nights of the full moon. She'd known what Lionel was, yes, but she'd been human, herself. He would have killed for someone to help him through this shit when he was a kid; again, he wants to be that someone, for these kids, now.

"But yeah, my bite passes the curse along," he finishes.

A pause follows, as they reach the gym and he takes a moment to look over the kids. When his eyes fall on the one student sitting by himself, he nods to him, asks, "What's his story?"
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[personal profile] onebehind 2019-10-26 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Dylan gives all of his attention to Rafael, one corner of his mouth ticking upwards into a tentative smile as he makes eye contact. A nod follows, then he turns back to Caroline, the smile fading as something sympathetic creeps in behind his eyes.

"I got ... five kids, at home." He uses the term 'kids' loosely, includes both Merritt and Fuller in that number, despite the fact that they're grown men. They're also new to being werewolves and they're his, even if they're not his, so they count. "One of 'em was in the system, too. Two of the others ... " Probably should have been, given how abusive Daniel's parents were and how neglectful Henley's were.

He shakes his head faintly before he continues, "I know how rough it can be." A beat. "And I know, personally, how much it sucks, losing your friends." Considering his mother cut him off from all of his father's friends, from other werewolves. He wonders how much different his life would have been, if he'd had them to help. "But, at the risk of sounding like one've those self-help motivational posters, it gets better."

He'll find his family, his pack. Dylan did.
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[personal profile] onebehind 2019-11-05 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Dylan looks briefly satisfied by Rafael's reaction, as minute as it was, that monologue more for his benefit than Caroline's. It fades into something more neutral again, as they continue on, and persists, even when Hope's name is dropped into the conversation, though at that point, it's more poker face than anything else. Yes, he knows who the Mikaelsons are, and -- well, like everything else, he's of two minds on the subject.

On one hand, she's a fucking Mikaelson. On the other, children shall not be put to death because of their father's and all that. Hope's just a kid, and being here, being socialized away from her family, she might not end up as batshit insane as her father was. She might end up being a real force for good, in what's, yes, a confusing time for her and her peers, so he's trying to reserve judgement. For now.

That in mind, he tells her, "Yeah, she found a werewolf to teach here." And a witch, too, maybe, considering he smells like magic, too. It's faint, strange somehow, the Eye only having managed to reclaim a fraction of their talent beyond the curse, but it's there. He, too, had more than one aspect of the supernatural to deal with, growing up.

Regardless, after a beat, he sticks out a hand. "Nice to meet you."
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[personal profile] onebehind 2019-11-19 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Dylan isn't particularly thrilled by how dismissive she was of him, by how she refused to respond to anything he said or, hell, even address him at all. It doesn't nothing to strengthen his opinion of her or her bloodline, and once she's out of earshot, he lets his practiced neutrality dissolve into something much more sour, and grumbles, "Sweet kid."

She could have at least shaken his damn hand.
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[personal profile] onebehind 2019-12-08 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Moving to follow her, Dylan lets her get through the whole of the explanation before he blows out a breath, deflating a little. He's still not thrilled by Hope's treatment of him, or lack thereof, but, "One of the kids I got a home? Danny? He's -- well, I'm pretty sure no one's outright tried to kill him, but his home life, growing up, wasn't great."

Daniel's father might not have tried to kill him, but he sure wasn't far off, either. He doesn't envy Daniel that; he wishes he could have gotten to him sooner. He wishes he could have gotten to them all sooner, for all that their experiences pre-Horsemen sucked.

"He's kinda got the same thing going on," Dylan finishes. "Slow to trust, kind of a dick until you get to know him, that kinda thing." Hell, Daniel still wears his fast-talking brand of sarcasm as a kind of armor around them, even if he trusts them, even if they can all see past the bullshit, at this point. "So, yeah. I get it."

And he'll try and reserve judgement, even if his knee-jerk reaction is to bristle. Blame the fact that she's a Mikaelson -- or that, even with werewolf in the mix, she still smells so strongly of vampire.
Edited 2019-12-08 19:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] onebehind 2020-01-20 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Either that, or it's hard to learn how to trust people when they don't stick around long enough for you to be able to," he says by way of agreement. Again, yeah, he gets it. He'll try and be less bristly about the whole thing until he actually gets to know her, and depending that might not take too long, even if she doesn't warm up to him all that quickly. Daniel, for all his bullshit, has always been an exceptionally easy read, after all, and he's still dangerously good at reading people, even when they're not.

"She good with magic, though?" he asks after a beat, on a breath out and regardless of whether or not he thinks he already knows the answer to that one. It's as good a way as any to change the subject so they don't keep talking circles around Hope while not really changing the subject.
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[personal profile] onebehind 2020-04-04 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I might be able to come up with something," Dylan drawls, already thinking about it. His magic will never be as strong or as broad as Hope's, he thinks, for all that werewolves shouldn't even have magic and how hard-won the fight to steal their talents back was, but -- well, puzzles and tricks are kind of their thing, his thing. He'll come up with something to grab her attention and provide a challenge. He might even do it without it being obvious it's from him, like he did the Horsemen, so she doesn't immediately turn her nose up at it.

"Gimme some time with it," he finishes after a beat.
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[personal profile] onebehind 2020-04-18 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Taking a moment to consider that, Dylan shakes his head. He can't think of anything else he wants her to show him personally, and he really doesn't have any questions -- or, well, not specifically about the school, anyway. After wetting his lips with his tongue, he does start, "I think I'm on board, but ... you mind if I take a walk around on my own, first?"

He wants to see if there's any places he shouldn't be sticking his nose, and what happens when he does go there. He wants to see if there's something sinister here that he's not seeing and she's obviously not showing. He wants to talk to the rest of the faculty. He wants to eavesdrop on the kids a little more. Take your pick. He's still a cop, a Fed on top of being a werewolf. So sue him if he wants to clear a scene before he walks right on in.
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[personal profile] onebehind 2020-05-17 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll let you know," Dylan promises, nodding. "And I'll swing by, when I'm headed out, too." To give her his final decision on whether or not he's sold (though, like he said, he pretty much is), and to let her know he's leaving, so she doesn't wonder where he's gone or what he's getting up to, out of sight.

Either way, after a beat, he adds, "Thanks for the tour." And then he's turning away, heading at first aimlessly, then more purposefully back towards the classrooms. Maybe he'll talk to some of the other teachers here, see how much of the Kool-Aid they're drinking. That seems like a good place to start, he thinks.
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[personal profile] onebehind 2020-05-27 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
As luck (or the narration rolling dice behind the scenes) would have it, Dylan finds himself in the library. He pauses, just inside the doors, taking it in, comparing it to the archive the Eye keeps in London, and then continues on, keeping an eye out for signs of life. And just so he doesn't creep up on someone and scare the shit out of them, he calls, "Hello? Anybody home?"

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