Fantasy Hawthorne Academy

[cojemo]

Mars shielded his eyes from the sudden burst of light made from the now unsealed exit. As they ascended, he took a deep breath, relieved that he was finally getting out of that death pit and that he would actually be able to do something. Things seemed to have calmed down up above, but he wouldn't know until he saw. As their elevator came to a halt at the desired destination, he stood himself up, brushing off the dirt that was covering his clothes and hair. The classroom was a mess, with desk strewn about like they were sheets of paper. Luckily they got out in time or the two of them may have been a part of the carnage.


There was something that was much stranger than the destruction caused by the storm, though, and that was that everything seemed much warmer, plus the fact a storm of that magnitude ended so quickly. Shedding his winter coat and second shirt, he instinctively reached into his pocket so he could text the others for information, quickly remembering that his phone was smashed during the debacle. Whatever happened was definitely not normal, and he doubted it was even over. Why would it be so warm during the winter otherwise? Mars leaned against one of the broken desks, composing himself so he could think clearly again. "That was something else, that's for sure. Glad we made it out of that alive." He reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of water, taking a quick sip and extending the bottle to Lyra before continuing, "Our first course of action should be checking in on the others to see how they fared. We were below surface most of the time, so we couldn't see exactly what happened. Is your phone still functioning, because mine's broken."

 

[Queen Rai]

~Lyra~

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"That was something else, that's for sure. Glad we made it out of that alive."





Lyra turned back towards Mars as he took a swig from a water bottle that had probably been tucked away in his bag. The girl gratefully took it when he offered it to her, and she gulped down what was left. She looked at the empty bottle, and for a split second started towards where the trash can used to be. . .and then looking at how everything was practically destroyed, she just set it on the floor.


"Our first course of action should be checking in on the others to see how they fared. We were below surface most of the time, so we couldn't see exactly what happened. Is your phone still functioning, because mine's broken."


Lyra blinked, scanning the floor for her bag. It was laying on the floor, only a few feet from her. She crouched down and unzipped the bag, and pulled out her phone. She was happy to see that it was undamaged, but that happiness didn't last very long.


"No signal." she muttered, handing it to Mars. "That storm really screwed things up. . .come on, we'd better hurry to the dorms. Cylva and Gwen might be hurt."

 

[AshenLily]

"You know.. Nevermind. I've seen enough movies to realize that that might be bad..."


Cylva nodded in agreement, watching as the tar-like substance rained from the sky. "W-what is it..?" She reached her hand out, and caught a few drops, grimacing at the odd texture, and quickly releasing the few drops she'd caught. She heard voices, as other students came out of the hiding places they'd found throughout the campus. The school looked like an entirely different place, after the devastation the storm had wrought. Quickly, she realized that they had no idea where any of their other friends were, if any of them were even still alive... "Nevermind what it is, we've got to find the others!"


Cylva paused momentarily, as the crystal seemingly absorbed back into her skin. "Mars and Lyra! Where were they when you sent them that last text? Do you know?" She quickly grabbed her own phone. Seeing that she had no service, she cursed loudly, slamming her fist into the wall in anger. Ouch. Oooooh, that hurt. Really bad... Fairly certain that her index finger was broken, she sighed, and gingerly lowered her hand to her side. That was incredibly stupid. She held her hand awkwardly, and tried not to show the pain on her face, hoping Gwen hadn't seen the unnecessary display of anger.


Gritting her teeth, she continued. "We'd better try to find Mars and Lyra. I really hope they're alright--" her voice caught in her throat, as the weight of the situation they were in finally hit her. Well, what situation were they in? The storm had torn through Hawthorne, and vanished as quickly as it had come. And now it was warm? UGH. What's going on here? All Cylva knew was that the possibility of death hadn't been unrealistic in that storm. If she hadn't been there, would Gwen have been alright? The only reason Cylva had been was because of her powers. Gwen's, though they were quite powerful, might not have been as helpful in that particular situation.


What if I hadn't been there...? Would Gwen be gone? What the hell is going on?? "We really need to find them. What if something happened, Gwen--?" Again, her voice caught, as she choked out a small sob. Though her and Lyra weren't the best of friends, they were rather close. In addition to that, the concept of death scared Cylva. The only thing that scared her more than death, was the thought of someone she cared for dying... which, again, was a possibility that was all too real at this moment. She took a deep breath, and managed to compose herself. Though she was admittedly terrified, there wasn't any reason to scare Gwen, as well.


Cylva stood a bit taller, and forced a smile, trying to make light of the situation. "After all, we can't have Lyra dying on us, now can we?" Oh, GOD. That's NOT funny. At all. She grimaced at the bad joke. "I mean... I'm sure they're alright. Where should we start?"


@Kriyze


@Rai\-Chan

 

[GreatWest]

~Rafaela~

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Raph noticed how distraught Geno looked, and the way he looked at her... It was almost creepy. But then he hugged her and everything was alright.


"Eu estou bem."





Rafaela couldn't be more relieved, and she showed it by closing her eyes and her stance slightly relaxing on his arms. She wanted to ask if he had been studying Portuguese, but now was not the time. And it suddenly didn't mattered because, once the metal sphere was gone, she finally saw the condition of the Academy.


It was horrible.


Chairs and tables lay destroyed on the floor. The windows were gone. There was...blood. Oh my god. Blood. And the rain was black. Jesus, what the hell was going on?


"All the buildings.. The trees.. Formerly so beau-... Pretty. All destroyed."


Raph simply nodded. She couldn't form straight words at the moment, it was even harder than trying to breath evenly. But then, Geno started to chuckle. She thought he was going to do some sarcastic regards to their situation, but that didn't happen. Instead, he kept chuckling and chuckling and chuckling and suddenly stopped. Okay, now it was clear that something was wrong, or Geno had some sick humor that Raph hadn't noticed until now. And then he turned to her.


"Where's that talking coming from?"


"...What?" Was everything she managed to say before Geno started to walk around the room. Something was wrong, this wasn't like Geno at all.


"Raph, where's that sound coming from?"





The brunette walked towards Geno and tried to stop him by putting a hand on his shoulder. She gently squeezed it, as if saying "it's alright.".


"Geno. What sound?" Her voice was full of concern. The only sound that she heard was the sound of the rain, nothing more. Not even the students... Well, that was concerning. But Geno was of the matter right now, she didn't know what she would do if she lost him somehow. "Geno. Dear. Are you really okay?"


@Kriyze

 

[Akihito]

Aleks opened his mouth to speak when Kahra fell to the ground, unconscious. He scrambled toward her to hold her.


"Kahra?! Kahra!" He cried, panicking.


Isaak stopped him and leaned in close to Kahra's chest.


"She's fine. I heard she was sick and I doubt this helped it much. She's tired and worn out. More so than any of us. Let's find the teachers and get her to a safer place."


Aleks calmed down and nodded. He gently whispered Kahra and picked her up, holding her like a newborn baby with expert care. He looked around protectively, ready to spring into action if anything came up. Isaak eyed Emma (@Britt\-21 ) awkwardly but ended the air bubble. Isaak headed out of the near completely destroyed building, hoping to see any other signs of life.


"Hello? Is anyone still alive?" Isaak called out. He muttered to himself. "Bugger this.. I do hope Lyra is..."


Aleks followed him, gesturing to Emma to follow as well, while still holding Kahra and murmuring to her softly.

 

[Britt-21]

Emma Farris

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Emma was shocked when this kahra girl fell. But it turns out she was sick in the first place and the storm possibly made her stress out and knock her out cold. Her eyes looked towards Isaak and noticed his expression. He didnt seem comfortable with her around but she didnt talk about it. He did end the bubble though and went off to see if there was other people around. Only for Emma to follow Aleks out as well, "Woah..." she said, looking around "I'm going to have to see if I could find anyone.."

 

[Queen Rai]

~Kahra~

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"Kahra?! Kahra!"


That was the last thing Kahra heard before she completely blacked out. Typically, this would be the point where any normal person would have a profound, deep, emotional dream about something that would change their life forever. . .but not Kahra. The delusion that came next just left the girl feeling really weird about herself.





A white room. No furniture, no windows, and no doors. This is what Kahra saw. Looking down, she could see that she was wearing nothing but a simple white tee-shirt that went all the way down to her mid-thighs. Looking around, the girl noticed that behind her was standing another girl. The girl appeared to be about Kahra's age. She had long, wavy hair that was the color of a beautiful sunset, and her eyes were a memorizing amber. Tilting her head, Kahra said, "Um. . .hi there."





She was answered by silence. The girl just stared at her, though there was a strange sadness in her eyes. Kahra cleared her throat, and tried again by saying, "W-what's your name?"





Silence. Kahra sucked in her cheeks, and then reached towards the girl. Just as Kahra was about to touch her shoulder, the girl vanished in a plume of black spiders. Kahra let out a terrified shriek as she stumbled back. Of course, the girl was overcome with shock as she backed right into something. Turning around, Kahra saw a table. It hadn't been there before, had it? Without taking much time to think about it, the girl hoisted herself up onto the table to escape the spiders.





The girl tried to scream for Aleks as the eight-legged insects began to crawl up onto the table, but nothing came out. She frantically swatted at the spiders as they crawled onto her legs, but she wasn't fast enough. In a matter of seconds, she was absolutely blanketed by the bugs. No matter how many times the girl tried to scream, nothing came out.





"Do you want to know something?"





Kahra looked up to see the girl. She had a kind, calm expression.





"Spiders hate peppermint."





And just like that, Kahra woke up. Her eyes flickered open, but she didn't seem to have the strength to move. She could feel someone carrying her. . .someone familiar. It took her eyes a moment to adjust, but Kahra soon realized it was Aleks.


"Did you know that spiders hate peppermint?" she smiled.

 

[cojemo]

"No signal. That storm really screwed things up. . .come on, we'd better hurry to the dorms. Cylva and Gwen might be hurt."





Mars nodded as he took hold of Lyra's phone for whatever reason. Did she want him to make sure it wasn't working or something, because it wasn't a difficult thing to figure out. Handing it back to her after taking a quick look to satisfy her possible curiosity, he took a quick glance out the window. There seemed to be some black substance falling from the sky, and on top of that he couldn't see anyone he would count as important enough to confront. Bending back down to pick up his coat, he draped it over his head like a child would with their blanket when cold. " Makes sense, though keep your eyes peeled in case they retreated somewhere farther... or if their corpses are lying about anywhere." He'd decided that it was a good time to be more real about the situation, his face becoming serious. No reason to be hopelessly optimistic.


"Anyways, we should probably cover ourselves from this... black sludge. We don't know if this stuff has any poisonous properties or will lead to long term problems. Let's go." Starting off out of the classroom with his bag over his shoulder and coat covering him, he turned back to face Lyra, a more cheery expression on as he said, "You know I love you, right?" He didn't know why, but he felt that he should mention that anyways, even though the time in the tunnel should have made that clear.


Making his way through the halls, The amount of carnage became much more clear to him. Doors were ripped off their hinges, there were the occasional students leaning against a wall in pain. It reminded him of something the news channel would show after a hurricane or tornado ravaged a town, except he was right in the middle of it and able to see the results first hand. Luckily he and Lyra didn't need to experience whatever these kids did. Their condition didn't concern him at the moment though, as all he cared about was reaching people he actually knew and gathering some solid information on what happened.


After a bit of walking, he noticed both Maria and Luke outside, the latter seemingly very injured. Luckily two of the people he found rather interesting had survived, though why they were just standing outside was beyond him. Wasn't it obvious this stuff may not be safe? He turned to Lyra and said, "Cylva and Gwen shouldn't be far off. I'm going to see if those two are okay and get them inside. see if you can find the others while I'm busy." With that, he made his way over to the two, not paying attention to his surroundings, black rain sliding off his coat. He gave a simple wave while still holding onto his protection, addressing Maria more so than Luke. "Glad to see you two made it out of this thing alive. Care to tell me exactly what happened inside?"





@Haruhi Suzumiya


@Larry

 

[Akihito]

"You should probably stay with us Emma. That is until we find more of our classmates." Aleks suggested as they followed Isaak as he searched the school which looked like Dorothy's house from Wizard of Oz.


Kahra began to wake up and she smiled at him, saying queerly "Did you know that spiders hate peppermint?"


Aleks had no idea what that meant but he smiled at her and hugged her fiercely.


"You gave me such a scare! Just rest now I'll hold you for a bit. Three reasons: 1. You passed out and I'm NOT letting you walk on your own until I know you're much better. 2. This gives me the ability to be able to cuddle you nonstop. And 3. You look cute like this."

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Maria Scarlette





"Glad to see you two made it out of this thing alive." Maria heard Mars' familiar voice nearby. She looked up at Mars with a look of slight shock on her face. "Mars! Wait, alive?" Maria tilted her head in a way that seemed to ooze curiosity in its expression. She walked forward toward Mars. "So this is serious - Really serious. Is everyone all right? Is anybody hurt?" Worry filled Maria's tone, as if she felt responsible for everyone, like she should have been doing something worthwhile like looking for other people and ensuring they were all right instead of only worrying about herself. "Mars... Lyra's OK, right?"

Maria started to think about whether or not she could help anyone if she had to. She could heal and produce a small gaseous shield, about the size of an average buckler, which took away about a month of her lifespan, though it could take a fair amount of hits, which she thought could make it worth it. She could make weapons, which took away half a year for each one, but weapons wouldn't help at all for healing, would they? Now that she was thinking about it... I should be healing Luke, shouldn't I? "Sorry, I should probably be healing Luke," Maria explained. "We can talk - If you want, of course - While I do that." At that Maria turned around to face Luke again. "Luke, you're hurt. I can heal you if you need it - Where should I start? Even if it's just a little fatigue you're facing, I want to help." Maria gave Luke a warm smile. Luke felt almost like a brother and they had only been friends for a few months. How had they gotten so close so quickly?

@Larry

@cojemo​

 

[Queen Rai]

~Kahra~

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Kahra let out a small groan as he held her even tighter. She felt a pang of guilt as she realized how much she'd worried him. Then again, that was something she seemed to do often. Aleksander had always been a very protective, and not over just Kahra, but over all of his friends. . .and anyone in general. Kahra was an accident-prone fool who was always getting herself in trouble somehow. . .


Honestly, them being together was just a recipe for disaster.


"I'm sorry I scared you. . ." she said sheepishly. She found herself squirming slightly, as it wasn't nearly as cold as it had been before the storm. Most of the snow had been blown away or melted by the warm air. "And one, I don't think I could walk if I wanted to. . .I'm really tired. Two, I'm good with non-stop cuddles, and 3--wait, c-cute?"


A light blush danced on the girl's cheeks, adding a bit of color to her paled face. She glanced away from him and stuck out her bottom lip, saying, "It amazes me what you find cute, Aleksander."


She sniffled, and then let out a single, dry cough. She shakily tugged at her collar, and said, "Aleks, would you mind helping me get out of this coat? I'm wearing a tank-top beneath my turtleneck as well, so can you just. . .you know. . .give me a hand?"

~Lyra~

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" Makes sense, though keep your eyes peeled in case they retreated somewhere farther... or if their corpses are lying about anywhere."


Lyra frowned. She didn't like thinking about her classmates, who she'd been brushing shoulders with not even three hours earlier, being dead. The girl pulled off her gloves, and then reached off to take off her hat, not realizing it had been blown off her head by the wind. She dropped her hand, and then put the gloves in her bag before slinging it over her shoulder.


"Anyways, we should probably cover ourselves from this... black sludge. We don't know if this stuff has any poisonous properties or will lead to long term problems. Let's go."


Lyra nodded, and was about to start towards what was the door, when Mars spoke again.


"You know I love you, right?"


Lyra felt her heart flutter as she heard the words. turning back towards Mars, she smiled, saying, "I know. . .I love you, too, my Mars."


As the two walked out of the classroom, Lyra did her best to stay calm at seeing everything in such ruin. Whenever they would pass by a student, whether they were confused or injured, Lyra would stop and make sure they were alright. She'd urge them to follow her. . .hopefully, Giovia would be outside an ready to heal. . .though Lyra couldn't be sure if the professor even survived the whole ordeal.


"Cylva and Gwen shouldn't be far off. I'm going to see if those two are okay and get them inside. see if you can find the others while I'm busy."


Lyra nodded, and immediately continued on to the dorms. She frantically looked around for her friends, silently praying that they were alright. Two female students. . .injured. . .neither of them were the droids people she was looking for. She thought about calling out for them, but quickly decided against it.


After what seemed like ages, she finally spotted them, seemingly unharmed. Of course, the girl ended up breaking into a run towards them, calling their names, her voice giving away the fact that she was about to burst out crying. She slung on arm around Gwen, and the other around Cylva, pulling them both into an intense hug.


"You're both alive! I-I was so scared!" she stuttered. When she pulled back and frowned and squeaked, "NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!"


Of course it wasn't their fault, though.

 

[Holo]

Anthony was still fighting to free his chair and could hear a few conversations starting and could feel his back bleeding. "Stupid chair getting stuck and dropping me." He was getting so frustrated that he thought his head was gonna burst.


"Ugh why does everything I make seem to screw up." Anthony was starting to get the wheelchair free when a wheel broke off. "O OF COURSE THE WHEEL ISN'T SECURED PROPERLY WHAT'S NEXT IS THE SEAT GONNA RIP?" Anthony was hurting anf furious by this point so he wasn't yelling but ge wasn't quiet either.


He laid down again and started trying to focus again but frankly it was a little too hard at the moment.

 

[Larry]

Despite losing quite the amount of blood, the Irishman felt that he could live through all the pain. Such pain was a new sensation for him, very few times would he a person be lacerated like he was. Seeing that he could barely hold his own weight was a testament to that. Nonetheless, seeing that the others didn't come out as injured as him was a relief. Far from being intolerant to pain, the only thing he wanted to do was growl; that was his way of expressing his anguish. Pulling up what remained to be of his sleeves, Luke took a long, deliberate look at his arms. They were indeed heavily marked by cuts, blood still seeping from some of the wounds. A troublesome, uncomfortable stare it was but did he expect? Flawless skin after being nicked serrated glass time after time again? For the slits to heal immediately as if he had some sort of healing factor? Although such an ability would be unsurprisingly found among one of his, he imagined it would have been handy of he possessed it himself. But when you can become living darkness, you really wouldn't want to change it for anything. Well, maybe for a version that would actually work during day times, that would be handy.


Then there was the feeling of being hug/tackled from behind that didn't exactly help keep his equilibrium. It was Maria, a person that he thought of akin to being a sister they got along so well. Subconsciously, he hoped with all his heart that she would have made it out without a scratch; it looks like he took most of them for her. As if sensing his discomfort, she released him from her embrace and stepped away for a few moments. Although he didn't actually say it out loud, he appreciated the fact that she didn't hold him. He wouldn't want to bloody her clothes more so then he had already his. But even if he wished such a thing, there was no doubt in his mind that he got some of his bodily fluid on her, unfortunately. But when you tackle somebody that looks like a teenage, bloodied Michael Myers without the slashing tendencies, it left much to be desired. Slowly but surely, he eventually got to his feet, unfurling the watch from his wrist as he placed it in his pocket. Wouldn't want it getting even more battered, he thought as he swatted a few droplets of blood away from his crimson-coloured arms. He'll need a blood transfusion if he isn't too careful.


Very strange things Maria, very strange things, he mentally muttered as he turned to face her, a scratched, scarlet-splattered mask meeting the woman he was so friendly with.

"Sorry. Are you all right? What's going on?"
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"Well, some storm of hellish proportions decided to pay our beloved academy a visit," he growled, his deep-voice reverberating more bestially then normal, "But at least more of us survived, I'm glad you survived lass. What would I do without my best friend? Anyway, hugging me might be a bit of s bad idea, considering that I'm covered to toe in blood, plus I look like adolescent Jason Voorhees, so there's that too. You're not hurt are you? Any injuries?"

"Glad to see you two made it out of this thing alive. Care to tell me exactly what happened inside?"

​

"Mars," he began, walking up to the Treasurer, "Good to know the school's most prominent couple made it out okay."


(@Rai\-Chan)

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

--------------------------------------------- Gwendolyn Friar ---------------------------------------------

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"W-what is it..?" Gwen sent a look over to Cylva. "Don't touch it! What if it's poisonous!?" She didn't want Cylva to get hurt. "Nevermind what it is, we've got to find the others! Mars and Lyra! Where were they when you sent them that last text? Do you know?" Gwen thought back. They didn't actually say anything, they just asked where SHE was, and she didn't know where they usually hung out. She picked up her phone and looked at the message. No clue. "Yeah, I don't know-" She was cut off by a crashing sound. She looked at Cylva. "What did you just do?" She noticed her hiding her hand from her. "Cylva...!" "We'd better try to find Mars and Lyra. I really hope they're alright--.... We really need to find them. What if something happened, Gwen--? After all, we can't have Lyra dying on us, now can we? I mean... I'm sure they're alright. Where should we start?"


Gwen walked up to Cylva and hugged her. "Calm down. Stop trying to act so tough, we're all in this together. I'm sure they're fine, we just need to find th-" When you speak of the devil. A screaming madwoman came at them, and joined their group hug. "You're both alive! I-I was so scared!" Gwen finally cracked, and with tears in her eyes, she looked at Lyra. Despite the charade she put up, she was almost certain someone she cared for had died in that storm, and she was close to tears at all times. "NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!" "YOU NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN! I CAN'T JUST..." She didn't even know how she wanted to finish that sentence. She was just happy her friends were safe, it was just Calista left now. "Don't ever die.."

--------------------------------------------- Ambrogino Friar ---------------------------------------------

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The noise wouldn't stop. It was there. But where? He didn't know. He couldn't make out the words. He'd never wanted to hear what they were saying so badly ever before in his life. What were they saying!? He felt something on his shoulder and jumped. It was just Raph. Just Raph. "Geno. What sound?" She sounded concerned. But why? Why was she concerned? He only had to find the source of the sound! Other students! Maybe they needed help! "Geno. Dear. Are you really okay?" Something about the word 'dear' hit him hard. He stood completely still. Frozen. He just blinked, staring of into the nothingness for a couple of seconds. The sound wasn't as loud now. It just sounded like static. His vision blurred for half a second, and then returned to normal.


"Of course I'm.. Of c... Of course..." He sighed loudly. His mouth wasn't working, and his thoughts weren't clear. "Of. Course. I. Am. Fine. Of course I'm fine." He realized himself how unconvincing that must've sounded. "Must've been a rat, or something." He knew very well there were no rats at Hawthorne, and to be honest, that was the worst excuse ever. Raph could feel animals. He turned back to Raph. Suddenly everything seemed so bland and boring in comparison. This was why he liked Raph. So lively. Just like he could never be. He had to rip his eyes from her, and look at the boring world. Outside there were students now. He assumed that they'd found out that the rain must be safe.


"W-we should g-go and talk to the other st.. S-s.. Students. Over there." He pointed. He never stuttered. Every thought in his head felt incoherent, and seemed to have nothing to do with the last one what-so-ever.

 

[cojemo]

"So this is serious - Really serious. Is everyone all right? Is anybody hurt?"


Mars sighed, running his hand through his hair while still holding his coat above his head. From the sounds of it, Maria didn't get a good look at what happened, plus she sounded too concerned with the safety of everyone else. If things got worse, which he suspected they would, she would probably be a hindrance. He shuffled back and forth, eager to get everyone inside and gather more information. "Everyone is far from all right. I saw a few students huddled up in agony on my way here, a few of them motionless. There is a chance they may have just been unconscious, but it is safe to assume that there were a good amount of casualties." He spoke in a very collected, business-like tone, as if he was reading statistics from a teleprompter.


"Mars... Lyra's OK, right?"


He stifled a chuckle and smiled lightly. "Yeah, she's okay. Thanks for asking, though. The two of us ended up hiding out in a deep hole for the entirety of the storm, so we didn't experience the full force of it like most people probably did. Seems like we were lucky by the looks of it."


"Mars, Good to know the school's most prominent couple made it out okay."


Mars turned towards Luke as he approached him, keeping his smile present. "You should know by now one can't get rid of me that easily." Unlike Maria, Luke had obviously been in the storm and likely knew more about it. Mars found the shadow boy and his multiple personalities very interesting, mostly because the guy's other personalities weren't plain old nice guys. Straight up evil wasn't his thing either, but what could he do? Mars treated him like a friend, which he was to a point, but mostly thought of him as an interesting change from the norm. He glanced at the pair and nodded in the direction of the dorms, saying, "We should probably head inside, stay clear of this stuff falling from the sky. We don't know how dangerous this stuff could turn out to be, hence why I'm covering myself from it. We can heal up any wounds and get our facts straight once we're in the dorms."





@Haruhi Suzumiya


@Larry

 

[AshenLily]

"Calm down. Stop trying to act so tough, we're all in this together. I'm sure they're fine, we just need to find th-"


Cylva relaxed as Gwen embraced her. No matter what else happened, at least Gwen was safe. Smiling, Cylva enthusiastically returned her hug. "Sorry, Gwen. I just didn't wan-- LYRA!" Cylva squealed with delight as the other girl joined their hug, wrapping her arms tightly around both Gwen and Lyra. No matter what else happened, she took comfort in knowing at at least her two best friends had survived the storm.


"NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!"


"Lyra, I'm so sorry! I'm never, ever going to create a giant, hellish storm to rain black stuff from the sky, nearly destroy Hawthorne, and kill everyone here, ever again! I swear it!" Though Cylva was still terrified of whatever had just occurred, she felt as though at least a small amount of humor was appropriate for the situation. She released yet another sigh of relief as the embrace ended, and suddenly her thoughts turned to Lyra's boyfriend. Did something happen? Though Mars seemed like the type who could take care of himself, why would the two have split up so soon after the storm had ended? They'd been together when the storm had broken, hadn't they? She turned to Lyra once more. "Umm... Lyra? Is Mars...?" Her voice trailed off. She didn't want to ask if the girl's boyfriend was DEAD. Dead was such an ugly word. And, inept though Cylva was, when it came to social situations, she was pretty sure that asking if someone's significant other was dead, only a few minutes after they had passed was impolite.


@Rai\-Chan


@Kriyze

 

[Queen Rai]

~Lyra~

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"Umm... Lyra? Is Mars...?"


Lyra opened her eyes and dropped her arms, saying, "Alive and well? Yeah. We were still in the history classroom when it started. . .thankfully, I was able to get us underground for the worst of the storm. We were lucky. I saw a bunch of students on the way here. . .just. . .drenched in blood."


The girl looked down at her feel, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt wash over her. People were out in the hallway, in classrooms. . .or even outside during the storm. In pain. Dying. And all Lyra could think about was Mars and herself. She couldn't sent him underground, and then gone out and do the same for other students. . .but no. She was too busy worrying about herself. And she called herself a good President?


"I should've tried getting to you guys." she muttered. "I'm sorry. . .but enough of that. We need to search the classrooms, dorms. . .people could be seriously hurt."

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Maria Scarlette





"Well, some storm of hellish proportions decided to pay our beloved academy a visit, but at least more of us survived, I'm glad you survived lass. What would I do without my best friend?"




Luke deserved a hug for that. Maria would make sure to give him a hug later, because if she gave Luke a best-friend-hug, she might break his arms.

"Anyway, hugging me might be a bit of s bad idea, considering that I'm covered to toe in blood, plus I look like adolescent Jason Voorhees, so there's that too. You're not hurt are you? Any injuries?" "I'm not hurt at all," Maria answered, "But you clearly are. I want to heal you, and whether you let me heal you willingly or with your limbs bound to desks, I don't care. Just tell me where it hurts and I'll get started, all right?" Maria wanted to smile, but she couldn't - She was too worried for comfort, and while she could handle some blood, she wasn't exactly sure where it was coming from. Or was it just dried?

"Everyone is far from all right. I saw a few students huddled up in agony on my way here, a few of them motionless. There is a chance they may have just been unconscious, but it is safe to assume that there were a good amount of casualties."

"Then what the hell are we doing here?" Maria shouted. "We need to help them, right?" Maria lowered her voice a bit, as she had lost herself a bit when she started talking. "We can't just sit here and do nothing, can we?" Something seemed condescending in Mars' tone, which Maria didn't like much, but she liked Mars a fair bit, so she could overlook things. So Lyra's OK, I hope, Maria thought. "Yeah, she's okay. Thanks for asking, though. The two of us ended up hiding out in a deep hole for the entirety of the storm, so we didn't experience the full force of it like most people probably did. Seems like we were lucky by the looks of it."




"A deep hole? Where did you-" Maria stopped. Mars' power can't do that, Maria thought, So Lyra's power is... A shovel?




"So you're here," Maria started. "Why wouldn't you want to be with Lyra? I would think you would want to keep her safe above all things," Maria explained, "But keep in mind that wasn't advice, that's just... For lack of a better word, just a thought."

@Larry

@cojemo​

 

[Larry]

"You should know by now one can't get rid of me that easily."


"We should probably head inside, stay clear of this stuff falling from the sky. We don't know how dangerous this stuff could turn out to be, hence why I'm covering myself from it. We can heal up any wounds and get our facts straight once we're in the dorms."





Mars had everyone's best interest at no doubt, especially the note about the black liquid descending from the sky piqued his interest to a certain degree. Well if it did turn out to be corrosive or poisonous, the effects weren't instantaneous which he was thankful for. But it did make one ponder the question; what did it do? Would the powers of those who make contact with the rain have their powers drained? A scary thought, considering the Irishman was playing the watery-darkness a few moments ago. Well if he did, there was bound to be a knife lying around somewhere. Being sneaky is always the best course of action, he thought with a nod of the head in concurrence with that statement. 'Lars' was far from being physically imposing but by the way he looked now, imposing wasn't the word he would use to describe himself. A maniac, would be the most appropriate thing to call himself. Now that he thought of it, what if his powers were already made ineffective? The only way to tell would be at nightfall which was a few hours away. The man in front of him was no doubt a meticulous, calculating man that new things were going to happen a few seconds before everybody else does. Luke knew that the lad in front was his intellectual superior but that didn't deter him from hoping that the rain had no adverse effects; although he doubted himself none the same.


"You have a good head on your shoulders there Mars," he said, straightening himself up as the blood all but dried around his body, "I might need to gather a few things from my room, specifically a makeshift weapon of sorts. My power won't be much for anyone around here at the moment so I'd like to have something to complete the look, as well as protecting myself of course!"


"I'm not hurt at all but you clearly are. I want to heal you, and whether you let me heal you willingly or with your limbs bound to desks, I don't care. Just tell me where it hurts and I'll get started, all right?"


He couldn't help but smirk. The woman by the name of Maria apparently had healing abilities that he erstwhile hadn't heard of him. Maybe because he was so incessant in asking her questions all the time that he never actually got the opportunity to explain, that would be his excuse. Did she actually say she would force-heal? he thought as an invisible giggle emerged from the mouth of a mask-obscured face, finding her mother tendencies to be quite funny. There was no doubt in his mind that she was a great friend of his, the closest the thing to a sister he might ever have. And the fact that she made it out okay was a breath of fresh air in a time of extreme suffocation for him and everybody else. Now, the priority at the moment was to make sure that the buildings were searched for those who may have gone missing, injured or killed during the storm. The last thing he would ever associate with Hawthorne was a loss of life but seeing the full extent of what actually hit them, he wouldn't be surprised if somebody was at the mercy of Death's grip. There was a few things he needed to scavenge from his room or what remained of it. A new pair of clothes was a must but for insane reason...he liked the rough, ragged, war-torn survivor look as if he just trudged through a field of zombie's during an apocalypse; he just wouldn't admit it.


"I'll be fine," he growled, trying to show a display some masculinity, "I've stored up too much blood, now was a perfect time to let it out. Strange, one upon a time I didn't want to see a single spot of blood. Now, I wouldn't mind if I bled out completely. How strange is the world eh? How it changes us so discreetly. We should heed Mar's commands though, I'll be heading to the dorms to see if anybody is there. You can tag along if you feel like...I'll go as soon as I ready myself."


(@Kriyze, @Rai\-Chan. I don't think I could tag anymore people! Sorry about that guys.)

 

[Akihito]

[QUOTE="Rai-Chan]

~Kahra~

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Kahra let out a small groan as he held her even tighter. She felt a pang of guilt as she realized how much she'd worried him. Then again, that was something she seemed to do often. Aleksander had always been a very protective, and not over just Kahra, but over all of his friends. . .and anyone in general. Kahra was an accident-prone fool who was always getting herself in trouble somehow. . .


Honestly, them being together was just a recipe for disaster.


"I'm sorry I scared you. . ." she said sheepishly. She found herself squirming slightly, as it wasn't nearly as cold as it had been before the storm. Most of the snow had been blown away or melted by the warm air. "And one, I don't think I could walk if I wanted to. . .I'm really tired. Two, I'm good with non-stop cuddles, and 3--wait, c-cute?"


A light blush danced on the girl's cheeks, adding a bit of color to her paled face. She glanced away from him and stuck out her bottom lip, saying, "It amazes me what you find cute, Aleksander."


She sniffled, and then let out a single, dry cough. She shakily tugged at her collar, and said, "Aleks, would you mind helping me get out of this coat? I'm wearing a tank-top beneath my turtleneck as well, so can you just. . .you know. . .give me a hand?"

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[Queen Rai]

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~Timeskip~

~Time Skipped: Five Hours~

~Current Time: 9:30 p.m~


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All of the students, injured and uninjured alike, had made their way to the Main Hall upon the request of Headmistress Weatherstone. All of the broken glass, chairs, and other debris had been cleaned out by a few students with wind-based powers, as the hall would be serving as a sort of sanctuary for the time being. On the floor were cots, and on top of them were injured students. Giovia was going to each of them, healing the more serious wounds while Elsa bandaged the less serious ones. Kinya and Xavier were doing their best to keep everyone calm, though they couldn't really explain what had happened. Liam's main concern was Crysta, who was in more pain than anyone else. . .she just kept on screaming, "WHERE ARE WE? WHERE!?"


The somberness that loomed over Hawthorne was absolutely suffocating. Though most of the students had gotten away with only a few injuries that could be healed, some of them weren't so lucky. Broken legs, dislocated ribs, shattered arms, concussions, paralysis. . .and some of them weren't even that lucky. Some weren't even able to see the end of the storm before a shard of glass slashed their throats, or an incredible gust of wind sucked them up into the air and threw them down to their inevitable deaths. Some were never even recovered.


Kinya had already announced that for the time being, all students would stay in the main hall for the night, no exceptions, and that students with healing powers or skills would help Giovia and Elsa, that is, if they weren't injured themselves.




~Kahra~

Kahra was laying on one of the cots upon Aleksander's request, and Elsa was just finishing up cleaning the cut on her face. It stung, definitely, and Kahra couldn't help but wince every time the nurse dabbed at it with her cotton ball dipped in rubbing alcohol. Eventually, a band-aid was placed over the cut, and Elsa said, "Alright, there you go. Anything else wrong, besides that cold? The medicine should start helping in a bit here."


Kahra closed her eyes, and muttered, "I should get up. Give this cot to someone who actually needs it."


Elsa raised an eyebrow, tossing the cotton ball into the garbage bag beside her. She placed a hand on Kahra's forehead, and sighed. The nurse placed a hand on the girl's bare shoulder and said, "No, dear. You're burning up. You just need to try to get some sleep, alright? Try not to worry about anything."


Kahra turned on her side, the dampened cloth that had been resting on her neck helplessly flopping off. She squeezed her eyes shut, bringing her fist to her mouth and letting out a series of coughs. After a moment, Kahra managed to get the hacking under control. She looked up, her eyes watering, and said, "You're the nurse. . ."




~Lyra~

Lyra sighed as she evaluated the bruised and broken girl in front of her. She was one of the unlucky ones. According to Giovia, she'd had two shattered legs, many dislocated ribs, and an uncountable amount of deep cuts caused by broken glass. The woman was able to heal the girl's legs and pop her ribs back into place, but she'd left the cuts to Lyra and Aleksander (@Akihito). All they had to do was clean the more shallow cuts and bandage them, and try to tell whether or not the deeper ones would need stitches.


The girl, who'd been stripped down to her undergarments, was absolutely covered in cuts and bruises. . .Lyra bit her lip. This girl had spoken to the President only the day before, asking a question about whether or not Blake was seeing anyone. . .that was a very awkward conversation.


Lyra carefully poured some rubbing alcohol onto a small cloth and started to clean the cuts on the girl's chest. She didn't wince, she didn't move. . .she just laid there. Was she conscious? Lyra didn't know. The President quickly handed the bottle of rubbing alcohol over to the boy across from her, along with another cloth. Glancing over her shoulder, she called, "Mars! Can you get some water for me, please?" (@cojemo)
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[Holo]

Anthony was sitting next to the person Giovia was working on with his eyes glazed over. "I didn't help her and now I can't find her in here. Am I not looking hard enough? Or is she...." His eyes glazed over even more at the thought of it. He wanted to just keep searching for Calista and start yelling in the room but part of him just felt like it didn't exist anymore.


He didn't feel anything below his waist but it didn't matter sense his mind was trying to shut off completely.

 

[cojemo]

"Then what the hell are we doing here? We need to help them, right? We can't just sit here and do nothing, can we?"


"We need to get everything under control and focused before we start helping anyone." He raised his voice as to counter her previous outburst and give off a more commanding tone. "If we just rush ahead and try to assist everyone, the whole thing is just going to be a big, frustrating mess. Running around while frustrated, worried, injured, or simply out of emotion is very inefficient and will only lead to the process taking longer and passing out due to stress." He lowered his volume slightly and continued, "Some people, such as yourself, may be ready to go ahead and start with the relief effort, but I personally need some more information. Whatever just happened, I don't think its completely over. The sudden change in temperature makes me believe this. Gathering intel on what happened while I was underground will help give me an idea of what could possibly follow." He leaned forward as he felt water gathering on the edge of his coat, letting it flow down to the earth. Mars knew that what he could do to help besides the medical training his father had given him, so he tried to focus his efforts into areas that he knew he could handle. To him, the whole situation was like a strategy game. "Once that's done, I will go around and help with what I can, but until then it is none of my concern. Besides, I've always been a big advocate of Hawthorne being a place of great individual strength. I'm sure everyone can hold out for just a little while longer."


"So you're here,Why wouldn't you want to be with Lyra? I would think you would want to keep her safe above all things, But keep in mind that wasn't advice, that's just... For lack of a better word, just a thought."


Mars pondered this for a moment, before shaking his head and saying, "No, that's not how I work. If the situation needs it then I will stay with her till the end, but as things are now I think she can handle things herself. She's just inside the dorms anyways, so I don't think that's necessary."


"You have a good head on your shoulders there Mars, I might need to gather a few things from my room, specifically a makeshift weapon of sorts. My power won't be much for anyone around here at the moment so I'd like to have something to complete the look, as well as protecting myself of course!"


Mars once again shook his head as Luke mentioned not being able to do much. "You think I can do much better? You don't need a weapon as it is unlikely you are going to be attacked. Now come on," He waved over his shoulder as he headed towards the dorms, "Let's get inside."


Five Hours Later..


Mars had assigned himself as a sort of support, going around the main hall and assisting in whatever he saw was necessary. He'd stop by someone who was injured and help them by either creating ice to place on a wound, use the medical supplies around to ease an injury, simply provide moral support. He would even go up to a few people who seemed distraught and give one of his motivational talks, talking about how they should 'stay strong and persevere, focusing on the future and how much stronger they will be after this was all over'. At the moment he was currently talking to a group of people who had lost one of their friends during the storm, and was helping them get over the loss. There were times when he'd be asked to help with someone in particular by either Elsa or Giovia, but when that wasn't the case he was constantly busy. It was his job as a student council member to make sure the students had a good time, after all.


"Mars! Can you get some water for me, please?"


Mars turned towards the group he was talking to and said, "I'm sorry, but I need to go help with some other things." He vacated himself from the area and made his way over to where the water was kept. There were mostly bottles, so he grabbed two of them and headed over to where Lyra had called him from. He glanced at the girl who she was attending to, wincing by just looking at the amount of cuts adorning her body. Mars knelt down beside the student president and placed both bottles beside her. "Here you go, just like you asked. Do you need any extra help with this one? She looks pretty bad."

 

[AshenLily]

I'm so useless. Cylva was one of the lucky few, who hadn't sustained any injuries, whatsoever, during the storm. She was a bit fatigued, yes, but who wasn't? Luckily, the shards of glass hadn't done anything to her. Aside from a bruise on her side, from when she'd fallen off the bench, the girl was completely unharmed. After all, glass couldn't really do much harm to the crystal substance she'd covered herself in. At first, she had tried to tend to the injuries of the others, laying on the cots in the main hall. Quite frankly, she was terrible at it. Having no experience, whatsoever, in tending to wounds, her wrappings were terrible, and fell apart nearly the instant she'd tied them. She'd put far too much ointment on the few wounds she had tended, and was frankly wasting the somewhat limited resources of the school.


After only a few attempts at helping the other students, Cylva had resigned herself to just sit and wait, observing as others in the main hall aided the wounded. Amusingly enough, in the midst of all of the pain, and confusion around them, Cylva found herself thinking about her bag under her bed. She didn't have anything too important in there, apart from her journals. But those journals were a rather substantial part of her life. In fact, they were her life. She had an entry for every day, since she'd been altered, sometimes multiple entries a day. Though most people would question the importance of such things, they meant a great deal to Cylva, and she couldn't help but worry about them.


Thus far, Cylva was rather disappointed. She was certain the professors would have answers as to what exactly had happened earlier that day, but no luck. In fact, the professors were as confused, possibly even more confused, than the majority of the students were, which only served to frighten the girl further. Sighing in frustration, not for the first time that day, Cylva was at least able to be thankful that all of her friends seemed to be okay. No one was terribly wounded, apart from the boy Anthony, whom she had visited a few hours earlier. He'd been pretty beat up, but Cylva's concerns had been laid to rest, with Elsa's reassurance that he hadn't received any potentially fatal injuries.


Out of habit, Cylva pulled out her phone, and started to send a text message to her mother, indicating that she may be delayed in boarding the plane to come home. Of course, just a few seconds after she'd begun the message, it occurred to her that she still didn't have service. She turned to Gwen. "Does your phone have any service? That storm must have done some work on the tower around here... I haven't seen a single bar since it started."


(Loooool. Silly Cylva and her phone. )

 

[Queen Rai]

~Lyra~

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"Here you go, just like you asked. Do you need any extra help with this one? She looks pretty bad."


Lyra placed one of the bottles beside the girl in case she woke up wanting a drink, and then handed the other one to Aleksander. She gently dabbed at the cuts, and then let out a sigh. Glancing back at Mars, she said, "Actually, that would be great. There should be some medical stitches in one of the first aid kits over there. . ."


She pointed over to a table which was absolutely covered in different types of medical supplies. All of Giovia's potions and best healing equipment were destroyed in the storm, but most of the medical supplies in Elsa's office had survived. Of course, the giant, padlocked cabinet was found in one of the training fields, but everything inside was in surprisingly good condition.


"Can you go get them for me? Along with a few pain killers, and if you can find some more bandages that would be great." Lyra continued as she got back to cleaning cuts. The girl had actually learned some basic first aid from Giovia since her powers didn't exactly heal as well as they protected. She could clean cuts, bandage them, and if necessary, stitch them. Lyra sighed, looking up at the girl's face. The blacks and blues of her bruises stood out against her incredibly pale skin, and Lyra's heart sank. Quietly biting down on her lip, Lyra shook her head and brought her focus back to the cuts.


"I wish I could have done something." she said quietly. "Anything. At least TRYING would've been more honorable than hiding the way I did. I almost wish I hadn't gotten away with just a few bruises. . ."