Fighting Academy by Fire of Hearts (Closed)

Hayley looked back down, feeling more and more ashamed. She also felt happy as well. Vash was a good person and being around him made her smile. Maybe it was because he was so amusing and not afraid to say what he felt. Hayley wished she could do that. Maybe she would one day. She laughed shaking her head.


"Maybe. I guess it's a little personal why I feel this way. Maybe I just got a damsel in distress complex," she said, smiling a little. "I like being saved by handsome men. I tend to be a good kidnapee. Maybe it's my special talent."


Hayley just shook her head, wondering what was wrong with her. She could only imagine what Vash must think of her. The shy, meek Hayley who always had to be saved. What must anyone think of her? Not that Hayley cared. She didn't care what others thought about how she acted. Even if she was weak, at least she never tried to please people. Not if she didn't want to that is.


"People have been leaving notes on you door? What do they say?" Hayley smiled shyly. "Are they love notes," she teased softly. She then nodded. "We probably should. You best walk me to my room or I might get captured or attacked. It seems to be my unlucky habit here."


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"Yes but you didn't have to say anything. Although I can only imagine if someone else was here to listen." Lekki grinned wide at the thought of Riff just talking suddenly and scaring some random student, not that would actually happen. She tapped a finger against her chin, feeling like she should share something with the man. But what?


"Well you know I am half-demon. It surprises a lot of people. They don't believe it sometimes. I've meet other half-breeds and I wouldn't believe it either. Cheery Lekki can't be half-demon. She's far too nice and put together as they would say. But it is how it is." Lekki just shrugged. She sure she wasn't alone in her personality despite her race. But from the half-demons she had seen, she surely was a bit different from them. "I'd rather have fun then fight really. Being happy is more important than being strong for me. It was an important lesson I was taught as a kid.


"Now you are surely wondering where I am going with this right?" Lekki smiled at Riff as if she knew a big secret. "I have a step-father, step-brother and a half-brother. My mother married when I was pretty young. I never knew the demon who had seduced her and who's blood I share. Except I think I met him once. I remember having a horrible nightmare as a child. Some...thing was at my window. I was so curious as a kid and I followed it out of the house, down the block and would have probably out of town. But it stopped in an alley. Some man was there or I think it was. He said I had potential and he wanted to take me away before I lost it.


"I don't remember most of what happened after that. Some of my childhood is a bit blurry. I think it was my father trying to corrupt me though. I never talk about it because it didn't happen. But I always wondered what if."


Lekki then shrugged again as if it was no big deal. "And there is my story."


 
"Well, who is the student specifically?" Faith pushed, not liking the vagueness of Steve's reply. "I probably teach her, and if not, I would like to know who to be looking out for."


She frowned at his description of the ten year old girl, the sister of Nick and Deathwish. Privately her own thoughts are already very pessimistic about the outcome of this particular child. If she has an evil aura about her at ten and cannot be controlled, what makes him think that she could, especially if the girl is also a vampire? Faith and vampires have never mixed well in the past, even in teh case of the few who were briefly her friends, and so for now Faith makes no commitment.


"I'll see if I can do anything." This is hardly a promise, so she moves on to the next part of his warning to her- the part about the apparently supremely strong vampire. This too she shows no reaction to, only nodding.


"What's his name?" is the only thing she asks.


As she walks away she is thinking about Raina, knowing that soon, both she and Faye will need to be spoken with. Not only because of this vampire guy, who Faith isn't yet worried about, without any further information, but also about what has occurred with them previously.


*


*Time skip


The day of Flower's birthday is also the day that Faith has decided is the time to speak with Raina, if Raina will allow it. She waits until class has let out before pulling Faye aside and gesturing to Raina as well to wait. To Faye she says, "I'd like to see you in about twenty minutes in my office, please." To Raina, she simply tells her, "And you, wait here. We've got things to discuss."


Well this might be an interesting conversation. She wonders what Izzy would make of the girl, of both of them, really, if she were to enter this conversation. So far Izzy had kept mostly to herself, adjusting to this new if temporary home, but Faith would LOVE to see the sparks fly between her and these kids, whenever it might finally occur.
 
Steve looks at Faith. "Draco...the legendary science Vampire. His cruel experiments are only to empower him. Flower must not fall into his hands....not because of her rank...because of her power. Flower used her light once before to kill him. even though she doesn't remember but Flower can unleash shear pure light to kill any vampire or demon. If he grabs ahold of it...there's no telling what he will do. Flower's power was unstable when she was younger but now he can and will try to use it." (Time skip for steve.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Zelda was walking around. She stretched out her arms and yawned deeply. She hadn't seen much of Kesson and was starting to get a bit worried. She had kept his secret so close not even James knows. She looked around and then crossed her arms. "Hmm." She said and then pushed her hair back. "Where did he go?"
 
(Okay, I guess not . . . (ㅍ_ㅍ))


Vash pulled a face when Hayley suggested that her talent was being a damsel in distress. That . . . wasn't a very cool talent. t wasn't very useful either but he probably shouldn't say that to her face . . . "I guess . . . uh . . . but let's find you another one as well. No one likes a one trick pony, right?" He laughed when Hayley mentioned being saved by handsome men. "That's refreshingly girly. If it were Mel, she'd kill the bad guys and then kick the prince's a** for being late."


He thought about what the notes had said. Most were scribbled so they were hard to read. "No, not love notes. They say the same things as all the letters we get. "Demons" "Go Die" "God will punish you" Although there were some that suggested that Riff and I were butt buddies." Vash cringed at the thought. He liked girls. He liked Mel. How could they even say something as scary as that.


The white haired demon jumped onto hid feet and got onto one knee. He held out his hand to Hayley like a prince would to tease her a bit. He didn't really know any princes that acted like the fairy tale ones so he just went by how Riff acted. "Well, princess Hayley, allow me to escort you to your living quarters." After walking the shifter to her room, he went to his own. Riff was working on something at his desk, smiling like an idiot. Vash was curious about what it was about but he was too sleepy and went straight to bed.


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Riff listened intently to Lekki's story just as she did his. When she spoke of her biological father and her nightmare. "Well, I could somewhat tell that you had some demon blood. Maybe because I'm a demon now as well. It doesn't really surprise me. Again that's probably due to my own situation. I mean I know that demons are supposed to be violent but Vash and I are demons. And we aren't exactly like that, are we? Although we were both originally human so that might have something to do with it."


He thought about what Lekki's dream could've meant. "I'm not sure what to say about that. None of us had every experienced something like that. But I'm sure that if he is indeed trying to corrupt you, he's going to have a hard time." He looked up at the clock on the wall and noticed how late it was getting. "I'm sorry miss Lekki but I should probably be going. Do you need an escort to your room?"


After complying to whatever Lekki had wanted, Riff disappeared into his room. He smiled brightly, knowing exactly what he was going to prepare for Mel.


~~~ December 20th ~~~


By the time Vash opened his eyes, he could already see Riff standing before the mirror straightening the tie on one of his many butler suits. Did the boy ever wear anything else? Vash had seen his closet. He knew Mel bought the blond casual wear so it wasn't a situation of him simply not having anything to wear. He sat up in his bed and rubbed the last remains of sleep from his eyes. "Dude, I've been wanting to ask you this for the longest time but what's with all the suits? Some sort of fetish or something?"


Riff turned to look at Vash and only chuckled a bit. "No, nothing like that. It's just . . . every princess needs a butler, right? And this is my way of letting her know that I am always serving her." He remembered when he first donned the suit when he was 15, only after he grew out of his rebellious phase. The reminiscing smile on his face faded quickly though. During the past few weeks, Mel continued to ignore him, even banning him from entering her room. He was putting all his hopes into his gift for her and was only a little bit away from actually praying that it would work.


Vash came out of their shared bathroom, brushing his teeth. His eyes fell to Riff's desk to the flowers the blond had been working on relentlessly for the past few weeks. A line of transparent lilies and a large matching ring. Glass? No, ice. Was Riff going to make a bouquet or something? Did the dedicated little butler have a crush on some girl in the castle? "What are the flowers for, Riff?" he said, wanting to poke fun at the calmer boy. "Are those for a special little lady in the Academy? Has our little Riff finally got a little girlfriend?"


Riff looked at Vash with a genuinely confused look. "No. These are for Mel. Lilies are her favorite flowers." Vash spit out the contents of his mouth, spraying the minty foam everywhere. Flowers? For Mel? Did Riff like Mel? Was the butler trying to one up the boy? "For Mel? Why?" "Because her birthday's coming up." Again, a mist of foam escaped Vash's mouth. "Her birthday?! When?!" "The 24th." "T-that's in four days! Why didn't you tell me?!" "Oh, that's right. You don't know. But it's okay. Mel doesn't really like her birthday. I just give her presents because I want to."


Vash began to panic. He had four days to find her a present. Oh God, what would she like? A llama? No, too mainstream. He began running around the room in a panic. Riff watched as his roommate sped around the room like a headless chicken. "Um . . . Vash? I understand that we didn't tell you about Mel's birthday but shouldn't you have been working on a gift anyway? For Christmas?" (I know we're going to skip the whole Christmas thing.)


The white haired demon froze for a bit before slamming his head into the wall. Of course. @#$%ing Christmas! He forgot about that too! AJSJIASSJGRUG!!!!


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The high hiss of the tea kettle brought Mel out of her thoughts. She got off the stone chair, still broken from the confrontation with the other students, and went over to the small electric kettle on the table. When she got her powers back, there was going to be some major redecorating going on. Of course that is if she decided to stay. She stood on her tip toes to try to reach the kettle. During the past few weeks, she had gotten used to moving in her doll body and she even retrained herself in the use of her weapons. But no amount of training could help her get used to this inconvenient height. She wasn't tall at all in her old body but this was just ridiculous.


Her fingers brushed the handle of the kettle and tipped the whole thing over, spilling boiling water all over her. Mel sighed. Great. Now she had to put up another pot for her morning tea. She stared down at her lifeless hands. Steam floated up from all over her but she still felt nothing. One thing she learned was that she couldn't feel anything in her new body. No pain or wounds. But also no warmth or touch. To her, everything seemed . . . cold. It was a bit unsettling. And lonely.


She heard the click of the door as Vash walked in. He rushed over when he saw her wet from head to toe. The white haired boy tried to wipe the doll off with a towel but burned himself when he touched her. Mel grabbed the towel from him and started doing it herself. "You know. If you want tea I could make it."


The doll looked up at him with cold eyes. "If I let you do it, it'd taste like rat p*ss." "Hey! I know I'm not the best cook-" "You're the worst." "Let me finish next time! Anyways, if you're such a gourmet why not let Riff do it?" Mel stayed quiet, only staring at the floor. "No." Vash looked at Mel with a rather sad face. It was rather obvious that she missed Riff as much as he missed her. He never did learn what the two were fighting about. Both parties were keeping their lips zipped and it annoyed him a bit. "Look, I don't know what this fight is about but can't you just forgive him already? He is really hurt by the way you-" "No!" "Well, can you at least tell me what you're fighting about?" "Get out." "What?" At this point, Mel seemed to be glaring at him. "I said Get Out!"


Not wishing to end up in the same situation as Riff, Vash did as she said. It didn't feel good to retreat like that but if she were to shun him as well, there'd be no one to help her. He let out a heavy sigh.


~~~~~


An hour later, Mel was sitting on the window sill playing a ukelele. Normally playing music or dancing helped to calm her down but this time it wasn't working. Maybe it was because she was playing this damn ukelele. It wasn't really the ukelele's fault. It was the fact that it was the only thing she could @#$%ing play. Because her body didn't actually breathe, she couldn't play the flute or trumpet. And her small stature made it difficult to play the piano or bass guitar. Hell, even her violin was too big for her! So she was stuck with strumming the ukelele as if it were a guitar. And there weren't many songs she could play on the damn thing.


One student was unfortunate to try to poke fun at her, asking her if she was practicing to be one of those dancing hula girls you put on a car dashboard. Mel glared at the guy and without a word hitting him in the head with the instrument before going back to strumming. The boy went off with his buddies but not without shouting something about her paying for this later. She ignored it though and began to play one of the few songs she knew on the damn thing and began singing along


My heart is sinking as I'm lifted ~


Up above the clouds away from you ~


And I can't believe I'm leaving ~


Oh, I don't know, know, know what I'm gonna do ~ (Simple Plan-Summer Paradise)


It was a summer song of course and didn't fit with the current season but what Christmas song or winter song could you play on a @#$%ing ukelele?
 
(We're waiting on people. We still need to let Raina get a proper goodbye with her mom and sister and all.)
 
(I want to include everyone so yeah Even Mel would be invited so Flower can say sorry but since she's still in doll form it would be ok if she said no lol. I will post shortly but I have to do a few things in my other role play.)


(Oh and there are no longer spies on Mel.)
 
(Sorry. Really busy…school and all. - _ -‘ And my other role play tends to take much of my time because of so many role players signing up.)


Flower pushed her hair back. She looked around the Key Holder Crystal castle. She took a deep breath and then put her sword in its sheath. She looked at her outfit. She would have to change out of this after her performance. She walked into the hall where they were having the party. Flower looked around and then looked at her father. He was sitting down with her mother beside her and her sister beside her mother. She looked around the white ballroom. It was beautiful with a balcony and a garden outside. She looked at the challenger and then smirked. Deathwish was standing there. She was going to fight him for the start of the celebration. She looked at him and then looked around to see who all made it. She wanted to keep her eye on Jace if he decided to come as well.


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(Flower's armor)
 
Faith is unsure of what is expected of her, exactly, with this party and this meeting, but as she has been invited, and it seems necessary to keep civil relationships with the others of influence in the academy as much as possible, she has agreed to attend, as long as Macal will accompany her. Unsure if she's supposed to be dressed formally or not, she wore her usual choice of a plain tank top, simply replacing her usual black leather pants or jeans with black dressier pants in case it's supposed to be a nicer occasion. She has left Liza with Sheena and has left an open invitation for Izzy to join if she would like; it seems a decent opportunity to introduce her to others for the first time, if Izzy feels up to it.


Linking her arm through her husband's, Faith glances up at him as they enter the castle, walking along the hallways looking around herself for the party. Somehow she doesn't think this will be the kind of party where it's considered acceptable for her to dance Faith-ishly or draw considerable attention to herself, which to Faith, isn't that much of a party at all. Tilting her head up to whisper at him, she says, "She's not old enough to drink yet, right? Bummer."
 
(I'm going to apologize in advance if this is offensive. Mel is very . . . full of hate.)


Honestly, when Mel first read the over-glorified piece of paper that invited her of all people to the birthday celebrating of the key-holder queen, she wanted to rip the thing to shreds and then spit on the remains. Although due to her current condition, the production of such, of any, bodily fluids was nonexistent. But when she gripped at that the invite, ready to tear it apart, she found herself a bit hesitant. It was the first time she had been invited anywhere and though she would never admit it, she was a bit shocked and . . . happy. During the first years of her life, Mel had never been allowed outside that room. And even after she escaped her personal prison, people were not exactly welcoming her with open arms.


Still, it was for a party for . . . Flower. After all that had happened after she entered the academy and even some of the things that occurred before, the princess was not Mel's favorite person. In fact, her as well as the entire Moon family were very high up on her hate list, right above the overly happy five year old and below that winged wh*re. What was the purpose of even inviting her to the stupid party? Did Flower wish to shove her loving family into Mel's face? Flaunt off something else that apparently reinforced the idea that the high and mighty key-holder princess was above the hated princess of Lucifer?


The doll then thought back to that night when Flower's little dog had told her about how sorry the princess apparently was. Thinking more into it than necessary, Mel balled the paper into a tight wad and threw it into the corner of the room. The thought of Flower inviting Mel to her party because she felt bad for the doll made Mel fume in anger. She was no person's pity case!


~~~~~


And yet she was still here. At the key-holder's crystal castle. With walls and scenery so clean and pristine that they only served to remind Mel of how twisted her own "castle" was. Red dress standing out against the white walls of the hall as she stood in the corner by herself, Mel was starting to regret not bringing someone else with her. But Vash was no good in fancy social events and Riff . . . well Mel was not on speaking terms with him. Still, if it would get her away from the social awkwardness she felt at this moment, Mel might've been willing to forgive him for the night.


Mel watched as the other guests all mingled amongst themselves. Talking. Laughing. Watching them all have fun only strengthened the belief that she was different than them. Them who were all able to find at least one other person to love them. Families. Friends. Lovers. For the longest time, Mel had convinced herself that she didn't need any of that because she had Riff and Vash. But lately, she wasn't too sure. Her eyes followed the happy faces of the people there, hating each and every one of them for being able to do so.


Despite not carrying the function of breathing and the vast space of the room, the doll couldn't help but feel suffocated by everyone there. God, why did she even come?
 
Hunter was in dog form keeping close to the ground and growling at anyone who came to close, only because she didn't want to get trampled. Sky was on her back, the large bird lazily dozing as she ignored the loud laughs and giggles around her. Hunter found her way surprisingly to Mel. “I would have guessed you wouldn’t have come. Darn now I owe Sky a big fat rabbit.” Hunter said and then looked as the bird flapped her wings in delight. “Why do you have to always be right…you can’t even talk!” Hunter groaned and then looked at Mel.


Sky peaked Hunter’s head in annoyance. The bird always hated it when Hunter mentioned the ‘can’t talk’ situation. Sky was a very smart bird…but unlike other birds she hated, she could not copy human vocal patterns. She can merely understand most of it like a dog or a cat that learn certain commands or words; however her vocab on humans was far superior. Not to mention her understanding into humans or humanoids (Vampires and lycans or others that take a human form.) was almost amazing. Flower once said that Sky’s eyes could see directly into a person’s soul.


Hunter growled at Sky and then looked at Mel. “You seem a bit uncomfortable. Why not follow me to a less crowded area huh?” She asked and then turned her head pointed to the small cleared area. Hunter hoped Mel would come. She seemed pretty alone at the moment and would like to keep her company.


Ben looked over the crowd. He watched as Faith and Macal came in. He took a deep breath and then looked to the others. There were two others who seemed to be miserable here….to be expected of course. Nick and Deathwish were drawling in quite the stares. The vampire princes would be unexpected guests. Ben, still having a slight grudge against Nick for courting his beloved Kira, he chuckled at the sight of Nick’s obvious misery. Nick looked like he had a dark cloud around him and Nick’s face just made Ben laugh with victory against his enemy.


Kira rolled her eyes at her husband. “You are childish Ben.” She said and then smiled as Ben laughed. Kira looked at Faith, having not met the women, training her daughter, Kira stood up. Ben slowly stood up as well following his wife to the two.


Deathwish watching his brother and him being stared at in the most threatening ways he soon backed into the crowd and seemingly disappearing. Deathwish watched Flower come in but for now she seemed to be bombarded with guests surrounding her. He slowly moved through the crowd trying to keep all eyes off of him. However Key holders could sense his ora of death, from which his blood coffin caused to surround him.
 
Faith, noticing Deathwish and Nick's expressions, elbows Macal lightly, nodding towards them without a lot of subtlety. "What's their problem? Didn't they get the memo about this being a party? Or do they prefer, like, coffin orgies or something? What do vampires do for fun anyway, Angel definitely never knew how to get down..."


As Kira and Ben came forward, Faith nudged Macal again to pay attention, realizing that they were the king and queen, Flower's parents, or at least she thought they were. She drew herself up to her full height and let her face become slightly guarded, but civil as she nodded towards them, extending a hand.


"Hi, I'm Faith Cord, this is my husband Macal."
 
Mel threw a glance over at Hunter and Sky. Well she did wish for company. Now if only she wished for company she wanted. "I believe your princess requested my presence so here I am. It doesn't mean I wanted to be here. Anyway, isn't it rather rude to place bets on other people's lives?" Her eyes went back to watching the crowd as the two pets began bickering. She wasn't interested in petty fights, especially when they had nothing to do with her.


When she heard Hunter invite her to a more vacant area, Mel didn't even bother looking back in the dog's direction. "I don't need any help, especially from people I don't really know. I'll be fine here." Her eyes continued to travel across the room until they caught sight of the birthday girl. She scowled and looked away only to see the vampire twins. Her eyes narrowed in disgust. The two were more people high up on her hate list. Ranked fourth actually. She didn't feel like talking to any of them since she still never forgave the three of them. They didn't exactly apologize like the others involved with the incident that turned her into a doll.


Mel turned to Hunter. "On second thought, I'd like some fresh air. I can't really breathe but it should still help a bit. Can you point me to the nearest door outside?"


(Again, I'm sorry for Mel.)
 
Kira was first to shake their hands. (Kira and Flower look very much alike.) Kira looked at Nick and Deathwish. "I knew Nick a long time ago. He knows how to have fun but really....do you expect the kindest of glances to the vampire king's sons at a key holder party? A little revenge on my husband’s part. Oh and sorry. Key holder hearing, with the marble walls it really makes things a bit hard not to listen." She slightly covered her ears. It was almost painful with all the voices.


Ben put a hand on Kira’s shoulder. He looked at Faith and Macal. “Yes well….I have my reasons.” He chuckled at Nick’s misery. Kira rolled her eyes. “Nick and I dated a long time ago and my childish husband has had a grudge against him for years to come.” Kira said and then sighed. “If I knew it would work against me I wouldn’t have dated so much.” She said and Ben turned and smirked. Kira couldn’t see it but Faith and macal could.


Ben cleared his throat. “Right then enough about my evil plans, as I understand it You and Faith are taking an active role in keeping the school calm? As I understand it, it is very difficult to keep every powerful being there in line. That is my school but being away for so long….I guest respect for the king has been limited.” He said rubbing the side of his head. “You get killed once by a vampire king….who not only threatened my Kira but played dirty doing it.” He mumbled. “That how all the good guys die but no one ever respects the dead.” He continued to mumble.


Flower walked up behind her. “Then maybe I could join you?” She asked. The people who had swarmed her were grouped together in terror of Flower’s sister Sarah who was holding up her fist and staring at them like she was blood thirsty. Flower was glad to be out….but not so happy her sister was turned into the bad guy. “I want to apologies in fact. But not here….It’s a little too noisy…” She said rubbing her pointy ears.
 
"Dating broody vamps...been there, done that, ended up with a pile of ashes for my trouble..." Faith shrugged, rolling her eyes.


Faith had tuned out most of what Ben said except the phrase "evil plans," which distracted her enough to keep her from being able to focus well on anything else. Exchanging a glance with Macal, she frowned, her eyes moving to meet Kira's, then she looked back at Ben again. "Say what? What plans?"


Sara then attracts her attention as well, and her eyes narrow further. "What the hell is she doing?"


Back at the castle, Liza is very much irritated that Faith has not allowed her to go to the party with the others. She chooses to show this by gathering every stuffed animal she can, lining them all up in a row outside in the hallway, dressed in fancy clothes and party hats Liza has designed herself out of paper, and announcing at the top of her voice, "It is Greeny Big Horn's birthday and EVERYONE IS INVITED EXCEPT MY MAMA AND MY DADDY! That is right. EVERYONE! Come to Greeny Big Horn's birthday!!!"
 
Ben looks at Faith and then raises an eyebrow. “So serious Ms. Cord, suspicion doesn’t suit you.” He said and then shifted his weight. “I merely met my little revenge on Nick. He looks pretty miserable. Sarah….” He looks at her. “…is scaring away the guests so Flower isn’t crowded and suffocated by her loving fans.” He said not to happy with her lack of humor and suspicion at what was attempting to be a joke. He looked at Macal to see if he had a brighter mood.
 
(Sorry for the late reply. It . . . took me a while to see that Flower was talking to Mel . . . Maybe should've dropped a name or something, I thought she was talking to Faith which was weird I guess because I'm not too sure what Flower was going to *apologize about. Also I've noticed this for a while but isn't it "aura" not "ora"? Also, I apologize for the excessive swearing.)


"Just @#$ing great," Mel muttered under her breath when Flower appeared. She turned to the birthday girl. "No offense princess but you're not exactly the person I want to see most right now. For God's sake, I'd rather be talking to a mime. At least he'd know to shut up." The doll began walking away from the keyholder and her pets. She didn't care that she had no idea where she was going. She just wanted to get away from them.


She stopped in her steps though when Flower said she wished to apologized. Mel clenched her fist so hard a faint cracking could be heard from the material beginning to break. She was no person's pity case. With a quick turn, Mel was now glaring at Flower with so much murderous rage that it could practically seen. Mel was always able to hide many of her emotions and thoughts, but rage and hatred was one she never bothered to hide. And now both emotions were aimed toward the keyholder princess. She then began screaming at the birthday girl, not caring who heard or what kind of scene she was making.


"Now?! You want to apologize now?! Why not when you changed my own goddamn species so that your little lapdogs could kill me with justification?! Or anytime between then and now?! What? You think the whole world revolves around your own goddamn schedule?! Does the time stop for the beloved keyholder princess?! And you honestly think a pitiful invite to a pathetic party and a few pretty words would get you forgiven?! Sorry but the world doesn't run on the sugar and glitter you've obviously been huffing! @#$% you! It's been nearly two months, you don't get to apologize! So you can take those empty 'sorry's and shove them up your goddamn a** because I don't need that sh*t! So why don't you go cry to your little vampire bff's and talk about your weekend plans of labeling people as animals so you can hunt them while they go telling rape victims that it was their fault for being such teases!"


After blowing up in her face, Mel stormed off leaving Flower behind. She hated them. She hated them all. She continued running through hallways and rooms until she finally came outside to a garden. Or at least what seemed to be a garden. A gentle breeze blew her hair back though she still couldn't feel a thing. There was a fountain there. Walking over there, Mel sat on the ground balancing her elbows on the outer wall of the fountain. She dipped her fingers in the cold water though still unable to feel it and watched as the ripples distorted her reflection on the surface.


The silence of the place began getting to her. Staring at the reflection of this unfamiliar face of hers, she opened her mouth to produce a slow and soft song.


"Mirror, tell me something~


Tell me who's the loneliest of all~


Mirror, tell me something~


Tell me who the loneliest of all~


Fear of what's inside me~


Tell me can a heart be turned to stone~"


Soon she grew quiet again after a single verse, suddenly feeling sleepy. Growing sick of what she saw, Mel splashed the water off the fountain. She should probably be heading back now.


(Flower or whoever can find her. I don't care.)
 
Flower found her and then walked over. "You really think that I'd let you blow up like that without a response? That's called running away you know." She said and then walked over crossing her arms. "You protect those two who serve you right? Well I protect my friends. I'm sorry for making you a demon...but isn't that what you want to be? You walk around judging hating...that's fulfilling you title? That's why people don't like you. If you want to be alone that's fine...but being jealous of others and then hating them for it....won't give you what you want." She pulled out a staff and it changed to a scythe. "If you want to push everyone away fine....but if you want to change how people see you then you better stop acting like you're a sorry little victim with nothing but hate. I know you hate me and I know you hate everyone who is loved. But I didn't hunt you down. I will never hunt a human. You do have two people who really care about you. Not to mention...you're not the only one with a curse about them. Deathwish is always misunderstood, he knows what it's like for people to take one look at you and then hate you. I know what's it's like to be locked up and to be labeled." She put the scythe down in front of her. "You can use that to take a soul from a body." She said and then sighed. "I made it possible to kill you...and you may use that to kill me if you wish." She said and then looked her straight in the eye. "I've seen the worse the world has to offer. Sorry if I take joy in the best that this world has to offer. I've been through hell and back...I've seen people who are of the devil and I've suffered under them for years. I'm sorry I didn't look passed what has followed you since birth. Everything about me...has nothing to do with who you label me to be. Right now...you're no better then everyone who has despised you." She said to Mel. "That Scythe...changes to it's owner....so you will find it can fit you in this form. If you accept it...if not..,that's just fine with me."
 
"Holy shit," Faith's eyebrows rose as she sees Flower approach Mel. "I'm thinking this conversation about to happen? Ain't gonna go well."


She turns fully towards Mel and Flower, almost ignoring those she is with in her interest at what she is predicting will take place, and listens. She doesn't have to exactly strain to hear Mel's outburst, and Faith's face registers no surprise when Mel finally storms away outside of the hall. Faith hesitates, then, half happy for an excuse to go, half genuinely wanting to speak with the girl, turns towards Macal and the others, giving a slight incline of her head.


"Uh, nice to meet you and all, but that's my student out there, and I'm guessing I should try to head stuff off before it starts...so...see you..."


Heading outside, shivering slightly as the cold air hits her bare shoulders, Faith walks alongside the path to the mountain that Mel has taken. She hasn't talked with her alone very often in the past month, and she genuinely is curious as to how the girl is getting along. "Not good" appears to be the answer, but Faith also suspects she is one of the few people Mel doesn't absolutely hate, so maybe she can have some influence.


But when she sees Flower in the distance approaching her, Faith stops and shakes her head, exhaling. Yep, this was gonna be another fight.


"Should I get out a ref whistle, girls?" she calls as she walks up to them.


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Still spreading out in the hallway, Liza decides, due to little reaction from other students, that she clearly hasn't advertised her party enough. Returning to her bedroom, she drags out another several armloads of stuffed animals and lines them up alongside the wall and all through the hallway so anyone walking by would trip over them easily. Then she exits the hallway entirely, returning with a huge stack of markers, and gets to work busily writing on the wall. "CUM @ PARTEE GRENY BIG HORN IS HEER AND ITS FUN RIT HEER!!!"


"There," she says, satisfied with her work as she steps back to admire it. "I just oughtta get balloons now. Only I can't blow them up good."


(Um so who is actually left in this rp? Fire, me, dreams, Macal? Legend quit and Joboz has been gone a month...[MENTION=1908]Izabella Mochizuki[/MENTION] is still trying to finish her thread for our private before she can come in now, unless she wants to come over early...she can see Liza playing maybe, or Sheena?)
 
(The further adventures of Ty and Z. lol) *Z wandering the halls looking for his brother comes across Liza's little display but what draws his attention the most is the writing, he didn't know it was ok to write on walls, a big green sharpie appears in his hand and he begins to draw a picture a bad picture of his twin brother and writes under it 3 times bigger than what Liza wrote."Ty Iz Stoopbid" Suddenly he heards someone coming down the hall and jumps in among Liza's stuff animals. Ty now looking for his brother comes across the hall with the same scene exception of the slam at him in big green letters. Knowing that it was Z that wrote it, a blue sharpie appears in his hand and he writes" Z gots smelli feetz!" Ty thinks he hears someone coming and jumps in among Liza's stuffed animals*
 
(lol I wondered where they went!)


Liza, delighted to have people join her little party, gives a clap of excitement when Ty shows up. When Z joins them as well, scattering her stuffed animals, she turns a little more scowly in her temperament, however.


"Hey! You guys are gonna hurt my friends! Be careful, you're gonna squish 'em with your feet and stuff!"


She picked up one of her bears and brushed him off, giving him a consoling pat as she looked up at Ty and Z, still scolding them. "You guys haven't been here in FOREVER! I think it's been a MONTH even! That's not nice. Good friends don't just leave and come back for the parties. No cake for you right now I don't think. And it is pink with speckles and yummy."


There is no cake, of course, because this party is wholly imaginary. And it's actually been more like a year since the twins showed up, but Liza's sense of time is not exactly normal. Turning back to her stuffed triceratop, the guest of honor, she says to him, "He thinks you guys oughtta tell him happy birthday."
 
*Each twin stands up, they're both steaming over what the other wrote about them, and had no idea the other was still around until Liza's bust them. Z points his marker at his brother and shouts at him and suddenly realizes what he's doing and tries to hide it behind his back.* YOU'RE STOOPID MY FEETZ DON'T STINK! *Ty not quite as childish as his twin, calmly steps up to his brother and flicks him on the nose, if either were normal kids it would have just stung a little but Ty is not normal, at the moment he's the human incarnation of Macal's Guardian Hound with at least 10 times more centuries older than Macal. So when he flicks his brother on the nose a loud sonic boom fills the hallway, surprisingly it does no damage to the hall. Z grabs his nose and starts jumping up and down.* OUCHIE OUCHIE WHY DID YOU DO THAT! YOU STOOPID!
 
Liza doesn't flinch at the noise, just standing there with her hands on her hips, stuffed animals hanging from each hand as she faces them. "You didn't even answer me. You haven't even been playing with me none. How come? You guys are silly. You shouldn't oughtta go off and not play with me no more. I don't not any friends who are little here except Mabel and she's dead so she don't even come no more."


When Ty flicks Z, Liza just looks at him curiously. "You're being silly, Z. That didn't even hurt I bet. See?" To demonstrate, she flicked him too, also pretty hard. "You aren't even bleeding."
 
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