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• Khione Silverblade •
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Elenion Aura
Two Thousand Club
Zander Munroe
Well, this was... New. His head felt strangely light, like there was nothing in it. Babe, huh? Zander shook his head, more violently than he'd intended, throwing his dark, messy locks into disarray. Something was off. Immediately, he could feel like. Like a probe inside his mind, rooting around in places it didn't belong. It was foreign, unfamiliar, but at the same time, he felt like welcoming it in like an old friend. It felt soft, and warm. Inviting.
"Don't flatter yourself," he began, even as a warmth was starting to grow in his chest, working its way up til his cheeks felt flushed, despite his best attempts to fight off this new wave of sensation. That was another thing, he wasn't sure that he wanted to fight them. Did he? Think. This isn't real. His brain felt like it was swimming in his skull. Zander remembered watching a nature documentary once about the ocean. How there was this one fish, a predator, that lured its prey in with warm, enticing lights. In his mind, this felt a little like that. All the same, though, he felt his grasp slipping, like sand through his fingers.
"You know, it's hard to tell if your mental defenses are low or if you've just got a thing for me already,"
He felt himself respond, but wasn't sure if the words were his, or if the voice that spoke them even belonged to him anymore. "Maybe it's a bit of both." Despite the sheer obviousness of it all, he'd fallen for the ruse. Hook, line and sinker. Then the unexpected happen, and just in the nick of time, too. Any longer and Zander figured he'd have been a puddle of goo on the floor. BOOM! At the speed of instinct, Zander was on his feet. He hadn't realized he'd been leaned so far forward in his chair, nearer to Kai. Zander felt an infusion of sudden clarity come over him, like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on his head. Eyes sharp once more, he scanned the room for the source of the sound that had left his ears still ringing. Then he spotted Jas, and followed the trail of smoke with his eyes to the gaping hole in the wall.
"Jas, what..." Dumbfounded by the sight, Zan took a breath as his still frazzled brain struggled to piece together what had to have happened. As to why, he couldn't hazard a guess. But he intended to find out. "The Hell are you doing?"
I see a bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
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Don't go 'round tonight
It's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
"Don't flatter yourself," he began, even as a warmth was starting to grow in his chest, working its way up til his cheeks felt flushed, despite his best attempts to fight off this new wave of sensation. That was another thing, he wasn't sure that he wanted to fight them. Did he? Think. This isn't real. His brain felt like it was swimming in his skull. Zander remembered watching a nature documentary once about the ocean. How there was this one fish, a predator, that lured its prey in with warm, enticing lights. In his mind, this felt a little like that. All the same, though, he felt his grasp slipping, like sand through his fingers.
"You know, it's hard to tell if your mental defenses are low or if you've just got a thing for me already,"
He felt himself respond, but wasn't sure if the words were his, or if the voice that spoke them even belonged to him anymore. "Maybe it's a bit of both." Despite the sheer obviousness of it all, he'd fallen for the ruse. Hook, line and sinker. Then the unexpected happen, and just in the nick of time, too. Any longer and Zander figured he'd have been a puddle of goo on the floor. BOOM! At the speed of instinct, Zander was on his feet. He hadn't realized he'd been leaned so far forward in his chair, nearer to Kai. Zander felt an infusion of sudden clarity come over him, like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on his head. Eyes sharp once more, he scanned the room for the source of the sound that had left his ears still ringing. Then he spotted Jas, and followed the trail of smoke with his eyes to the gaping hole in the wall.
"Jas, what..." Dumbfounded by the sight, Zan took a breath as his still frazzled brain struggled to piece together what had to have happened. As to why, he couldn't hazard a guess. But he intended to find out. "The Hell are you doing?"
I see a bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
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Don't go 'round tonight
It's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
Aster
travelling satelite
• Jasmine Bermout •
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May the Dread Wolf take you.
Lance Baytes
Interactions: Curtis
Aster
Mentions: No one, at least not by name
An exasperated sigh left Lance’s lips followed by a kick of the dirt beneath his feet. The battle: one on two. Not exactly fair but Lance had no doubt in his mind that the two would be unable to take down the Teacher; after all that was why they were the Teacher right? Because they had proved themselves above most other people. Or some other kind of shit like that. Lance hadn’t the time, or energy to really think about it in to much detail at the moment.
Lance was awake; out of his comfortable dark hole that he called a bed. While this was interesting, battles and what-not, he hadn’t truly got out of bed to just be a spectator had he? He had a partner but they were off watching to enthralled by the fight to notice. Nope, he supposed he should just be glad he wasn’t the one fighting up there. At least not yet.
Taking a step back he sighed slightly annoyed, but with a slight bored tone.
That was until he noticed a very tall fellow make his way towards Lance. Someone who, Lance having known at least most people by first name even if not properly introduced, went by the name of Curtis. Ex-Syndicate Leader to boot. The aura of intimidation emitted off the man, hitting Lance in the face. The quick glance of his eyes on the mechanical arm; he was sizing him up.
It might have hit him but a grin, nothing intimidating, a pleasant grin to match the man's head tilt and battle provocation.
“Well, how can I refuse? We are to spare each other are we not?” Lance took his hands out of his pockets turning to face Curtis properly. “Names Lance, unsure if we have been properly introduced. I know your face but, well, I can hardly be a face people remember.” What a lie, all remember the metal armed boy. The glint of the metal shining in the sun is the last you see as you realize you lost something special. Never to see it again; unless paying the right price.
Such is the life of a thief.
Rolling up his sleeves now, he prepared for the battle, Lances eyes took note of Curtis’s strong stance--he was stronger then Lance. He would have to use that against him. No problem, while he hated to lose, Lance did enjoy a good duel as long as it was under his control. He liked control, something he craved.
“Manners matter, apparently. That’s what my mother had said once upon a time. Should we do the ol' count to three routine or just start throwing punches?” Lance smirked, he was being cocky again.
This could be bad.
But it was so much fun.
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Aster
travelling satelite
• Curtis Laucron•
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May the Dread Wolf take you.
Kaye Nightingale
Interactions: Usha
Makomin
Mentions: Ori
Smol Birb
Kaye’s eyes scanned the group of students. Most paired off right away. Mostly with friends but a few rivals could be seen giving sneers to one another, with something to prove. Kaye could pair off too, it wasn’t like she didn’t have a hard time finding a partner. She just liked to look for the people who seemed to be unsure, needed a partner. That was the nice way of getting to know someone, right?
Kaye liked to thinks so anyways.
Her brown orbs looked once more scanning before hearing a sudden crack of something hitting another object hard. Catching only a glimpse of a young, male student holding his face, two tears falling from his eyes, the mother hen clicked inside Kaye and she thought about going over there but before she could she was cut off by a women, blonde pretty oozing confidence with her stance and walk.
Kaye straightened her back looking to the women before smiling up at her. The young boy still lingered in her mind but she pushed it aside, it was a class and wounds were part of getting stronger. Kaye knew this. Wouldn’t be the first black eye and wouldn’t be the last.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Usha! I’m Kaye Nightingale!” Reaching forward she took the woman's hand, shaking it before dropping it. “Are you looking for a sparring partner? I am in need of one if you are as well.” Kaye spoke tilting her head ever so slightly to the side in a questioning manner.
Sasil
May the Dread Wolf take you.
Lance Baytes
Interactions: Curtis
Aster
Mentions: No one, at least not by name
“Right, Curtis. The name was on the tip of my tongue. Apleasure.” He smirked once again shaking his head, staring at the ground a moment before rubbing his chin. He had wanted a battle, and here he was about to get one. Catherine was busy kicking the other students asses, which was to be expected he supposed. Now it was his turn to fight.
His blood started to pump and gave a little bow before deciding on his move. Curtis’ defense was up, he waited to see what kind of fighter Lance was. Well, two could play at that game.
“May the best man win.”
Which better be me.
The words left his mouth before moments he took a quick step work, rushing towards Curtis going into full attack. If he was being defensive, he would be on the offence. With a swing of his metal arm he aimed for not Curtis face but for his chest. A larger target then a head and even if he moved quickly, which Lance knew he would, he wasn’t sure why. There was no hint of what Anima he had but that sharp grin had showed fangs.
Some kind of animal. A fast one he believed.
At Curtis first move to do damage Lance used his own Anima, the punch passing through his body while Lance used the moment to strike him hard in the chest sending him back a few feet. “Nice move.” Lance cracking his neck oh this was fun.
Aster
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• Curtis Laucron•
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chamomile
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cecilia
post three || assisting || training field || khione
Aster
Aster
"Cover me." Then the babe was gone, wielding her deadly ice. It takes a blink to register and Cece aimed on task to watch her back. She shot two bullets rhythmically with each prey. The first at the tenebris that tried to interfere with Khione's barrage and two others that jumped out lucky.
Ha, how lucky are they now.
The Pandoran trailed after her senior, with enough space between them for her not to be in the way. One leaped, swiped for the shoulder. Cece side stepped just barely, a scratch mark, before it splatters. Fired above their heads, ink rained down. All the while, a grin is plastered wide on her face, not from sheer excitement of battle. But a close up witness of a real Magister, the closest person to her father. Between the gunshots she admired remnants of ice, pillars and shards.
She wasn't capable of such a large scale attack-- the effort and training that must've taken!
The last shells dropped, Cece holstered and kicked the fang baring monkey that rushed onto her. Her ankle hurts. Though wonder about that fire... Cece curled her palms and watched the Katobeast falter. Again through gritted teeth, stronger-- it popped, exploded. Her eyes widened and she paused, holding on to a clenched fist.
Bowle reminded everyone to get out. Khione does the same.
She placed a hand on Cece's back. "Come on."
They left the grounds together, with the brunette trying to work past the slight hobble.
Cece realised she hadn't uttered a word during that fight. For compensation, she looked at her aftermath options: muse about the situation, pat herself on the back or ask questions. But she decided on something else.
"Hey, you were amazing back there." she said, "Like really amazing."
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Makomin
Sleeping
Kaye Nightingale
Sasil
|| Classroom 2B || "So much of effort needed."She could feel the eyes of many glancing her way, or to be placed bluntly, burning into the back of her head as her 'little' incident has probably made an impression on everyone's minds. Just wait until they found out she was their beloved Pandora president's little sister.
Usha Kershaw had to admit that the female she walked up to was quite the beauty. She might be rude but her eyes were functioning well. Plus, lying wasn't her cup of tea. She enjoyed the many expressions, from amusement to anger, whenever she spewed over any truth, harmful or not. It was mostly the former though. Not to mention, Kaye was so far the only person who held out her hand first to be shaken. Everyone else were too 'laid back' to do that but Usha saw it as a sign of character.
"You're pretty, Kaye." the blond said bluntly as the ends of her mouth tipped up to form a small grin before she folded her arms and gestured to Wolfe. "Sparring might be nice but Wolfe has assigned us to break through this 'illusion' of his. I doubt fighting each other would break us out of it unless either one of us are an illusion." She said nonchalantly before looking around the classroom.
At that exact moment, a loud BOOM! could be heard from the side of the classroom and everyone was met with the sight of two redheads and a blond staring into the hole, let alone damage, in the wall.
"What the fuck?" Usha Kershaw said aloud to no one in particular before smirking to herself. It looked as though her affiliation president was behind the wonder.
She then turned to Kaye before asking, "Have any ideas besides blowing the whole place up? I'll be down for it though."
The blond could also see from the corner of her eye, Harry Wolfe shaking his head to himself as he takes a seat at the teacher's table, "Should have taken the other job offer."
Sadistic Sweetheart
Senior Member
Dilated pupils, increased heart rate, a change in demeanor - it definitely seemed to Kai that his anima was working. A sense of pride began to swell within him. He loved seeing the effect he had on people, even if it was artificially created. He continued working away, feeling the boy's mental barriers weaken further. It was like playing with play-doh: easily malleable, but still retaining its shape. Sometimes, people felt like concrete; other times, like syrup. The corners of his lips curled up into a knowing smile in response to the pretty boy shaking his head. He rested his head in the palm of his hand, soaking in every second of it. He liked the idea of the older boy liking him, though he knew very well that it was manufactured. In reality, he felt very torn about his abilities. One part of him thought that, if he tried, he could flirt his way into Zander's heart, or at the very least his pants. Another part of him felt that they only way he ever got people to like him was through his anima and that no one would otherwise care. He'd gotten better at shutting that part up over the years, but it still lingered.
"Maybe it's a bit of both."
Kai tilted his head to the side, leaning forward a bit as if intrigued by the response. It wasn't a disappointing response by any means, but he was curious as to how much of it was true. He realized now that his own face was mere inches from Zander's and his own heart began to beat a little faster. He wasn't nervous. He was too cool to get nervous. Strong, pretty boys like Zander being this close to his face didn't make him lose his composure. He was nothing but calm, cool, and collected. It totally wasn't getting harder to breathe. Malachai Walker made people feel like this, not the other way around. Zander Munroe sitting across from him with his tousled dark hair and bronzed skin and that stupid dimple.... what had his point been? His thoughts got more muddled and, just as he was about to close the gap and actually kiss the older boy, someone just had to burn a hole in the wall. Kai's concentration snapped, releasing any hold he had over Zander, which felt a bit like whiplash. He felt a great deal of disappointment. The brunette groaned and leaned back in his chair. "For fuck's sake," he muttered to himself, crossing his arms over his chest and tossing a look to the source of the damage. Jasmine. Genesis President. Protector of those weak looking kids. Ruiner of good moments. Kai ran his fingers through his hair, regaining a look of general disinterest. He quickly reverted to his normal composure, as if nothing had ever happened. The hole in the wall wasn't exactly mindblowing as he had seen kids do worse other times they'd done this experiment.
At the mention of a plan Z, the Syndicate boy raised an eyebrow. Z as in... Zander? If so, he definitely had something in common with Jasmine because he was making his own plan Z as in Zander. He was pretty sure their plans were, however, drastically different. His eyes flickered between Jasmine and Zander. What were they going to do to implement this plan of theirs? Glancing around the room, he saw other kids doing strange things to break out of the illusion. Kai had been wrapped up in his own endeavor that he'd nearly forgotten what their main goal was. Each time he'd done this exercise, he'd gotten out with a different method. It wasn't easy no matter how many times he'd gone through it. His own anima didn't lend itself readily to illusion destruction. He had to do something ridiculous that he wouldn't believe could happen if the illusion were real. Jasmine had been on the right track with blowing a hole through the wall except he guessed that she didn't completely believe that it'd be impossible in reality. His best thought would be running away from the academy; he fully believed that that was impossible in reality. But that required running and work and leaving the room, which were too much work, so he waited for a better idea to come to mind that he could try in the room itself.
"Kaye," he called, "punch me in the face."
It was something he didn't believe could happen in reality.
"Maybe it's a bit of both."
Kai tilted his head to the side, leaning forward a bit as if intrigued by the response. It wasn't a disappointing response by any means, but he was curious as to how much of it was true. He realized now that his own face was mere inches from Zander's and his own heart began to beat a little faster. He wasn't nervous. He was too cool to get nervous. Strong, pretty boys like Zander being this close to his face didn't make him lose his composure. He was nothing but calm, cool, and collected. It totally wasn't getting harder to breathe. Malachai Walker made people feel like this, not the other way around. Zander Munroe sitting across from him with his tousled dark hair and bronzed skin and that stupid dimple.... what had his point been? His thoughts got more muddled and, just as he was about to close the gap and actually kiss the older boy, someone just had to burn a hole in the wall. Kai's concentration snapped, releasing any hold he had over Zander, which felt a bit like whiplash. He felt a great deal of disappointment. The brunette groaned and leaned back in his chair. "For fuck's sake," he muttered to himself, crossing his arms over his chest and tossing a look to the source of the damage. Jasmine. Genesis President. Protector of those weak looking kids. Ruiner of good moments. Kai ran his fingers through his hair, regaining a look of general disinterest. He quickly reverted to his normal composure, as if nothing had ever happened. The hole in the wall wasn't exactly mindblowing as he had seen kids do worse other times they'd done this experiment.
At the mention of a plan Z, the Syndicate boy raised an eyebrow. Z as in... Zander? If so, he definitely had something in common with Jasmine because he was making his own plan Z as in Zander. He was pretty sure their plans were, however, drastically different. His eyes flickered between Jasmine and Zander. What were they going to do to implement this plan of theirs? Glancing around the room, he saw other kids doing strange things to break out of the illusion. Kai had been wrapped up in his own endeavor that he'd nearly forgotten what their main goal was. Each time he'd done this exercise, he'd gotten out with a different method. It wasn't easy no matter how many times he'd gone through it. His own anima didn't lend itself readily to illusion destruction. He had to do something ridiculous that he wouldn't believe could happen if the illusion were real. Jasmine had been on the right track with blowing a hole through the wall except he guessed that she didn't completely believe that it'd be impossible in reality. His best thought would be running away from the academy; he fully believed that that was impossible in reality. But that required running and work and leaving the room, which were too much work, so he waited for a better idea to come to mind that he could try in the room itself.
"Kaye," he called, "punch me in the face."
It was something he didn't believe could happen in reality.
Aster
travelling satelite
• Khione Silverblade •
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Elenion Aura
Two Thousand Club
chamomile
frond-shaped
cecilia
post four || healing || medical ward || khione
Aster
Aster
She glanced at the round of classmates gathered behind the Elite. Guess it wouldn't hurt to get to the ward and have it checked. Ha, she cracks herself up sometimes.
Cece accepted the offer and eased herself on Khione's small frame. She murmured a small thanks and tried not to shift her weight too much.
Huh, there's a line already. On the first day. Did the same thing happen to them?
After a while, she's sat down with her boot removed. "Tenebrae showed up and I kicked one. It's not that bad." she explained.
"What's with you and your legs?"
"Hey!" she said with a grin. It was true though; that she wasn't much of a kicker. She's been in the same position a few times, here specifically in front of Aaron examining her foot, ankle or knee. All mostly from reckless behaviour during quests.
Cece can't help herself. It's just that whenever she sees a tenebris, she just has to, kick it.
"Tenebrae? In the classroom?" Aaron begins massaging and pressed on the injury, which she responds with a hiss. "Stop moving."
"Yeah, it was weird." she responded through gritted teeth. The nurse finally stopped causing anymore discomfort and grasped his palm against the core of the pain, the small glow of his insignia against her skin.
She looked up at her senior. "Why do you think they showed up, Khione?"
Nurse Aaron grunted and allowed her to put her shoe back on. "Whatever, the reason, don't go jumping in danger. You girls take care of yourself." Cece got out of the chair and made way for the next student, following the path back out.
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i was gone and now I’m back
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Elizabeth Coben
Eliza had not been expecting for anyone to try and talk to her, especially given the subject they seemed to be studying. The genesis prefect had never excelled in classes that involved the mind and asked her to use the powers she despited so horribly for a good grade. It was surprising, to tay the least, when Ophelia of all people approached Eliza and asked if she wanted to partner up.
"You want to be my partner?" Eliza asked, quite puzzled. The brunette's eyebrow arched as she tried to remember the blonde's anima while, unbeknownst to her, the blonde was doing the same to her. Being a genesis prefect, Eliza had only bothered to remember the animas of the people in her house in order to help them. She couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated after noticing Ophelia wasn't one of the students in her so-called "shitty powers club." Which meant she could potentially be dealing with someone rather powerful. Then again, she had gotten over Jasmine's monster trainings with only a few burns on her back. If she could face off against whatever monster Jasmine came up with, she could partner up with Ophelia.
Right?
"Sure! Might be fun!" Eliza replied with a bright smile on her face, standing up from her current seat and moving closer to the space the other students were currently occupying. She might be intrigued, and slightly wary, of the girl's anima, bur it didn't mean she had to treat her poorly because of it.
"C´mon Oph, can I call you that? Doesn't matter, show me what you've got?" asking her new partner to go first was a bit of a strategical move on Eliza's part. She'd arrived quite late to the lesson and had only caught small moments of the objective, but still knew she was missing some information. By having Ophelia go first, she would not only find out what Ophelia's anima was, but she could also fully understand the concept and objective of the activity. Elizabeth didn't want to admit she was lost, as she was certain Professor Wolfe wouldn't take to kindly to that and neither would the other members of Genesis. So, rather than accept defeat, Eliza tried her best to overcome her hardships some other way. Wether those other and more complicated methods worked was another story.
Eliza had not been expecting for anyone to try and talk to her, especially given the subject they seemed to be studying. The genesis prefect had never excelled in classes that involved the mind and asked her to use the powers she despited so horribly for a good grade. It was surprising, to tay the least, when Ophelia of all people approached Eliza and asked if she wanted to partner up.
"You want to be my partner?" Eliza asked, quite puzzled. The brunette's eyebrow arched as she tried to remember the blonde's anima while, unbeknownst to her, the blonde was doing the same to her. Being a genesis prefect, Eliza had only bothered to remember the animas of the people in her house in order to help them. She couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated after noticing Ophelia wasn't one of the students in her so-called "shitty powers club." Which meant she could potentially be dealing with someone rather powerful. Then again, she had gotten over Jasmine's monster trainings with only a few burns on her back. If she could face off against whatever monster Jasmine came up with, she could partner up with Ophelia.
Right?
"Sure! Might be fun!" Eliza replied with a bright smile on her face, standing up from her current seat and moving closer to the space the other students were currently occupying. She might be intrigued, and slightly wary, of the girl's anima, bur it didn't mean she had to treat her poorly because of it.
"C´mon Oph, can I call you that? Doesn't matter, show me what you've got?" asking her new partner to go first was a bit of a strategical move on Eliza's part. She'd arrived quite late to the lesson and had only caught small moments of the objective, but still knew she was missing some information. By having Ophelia go first, she would not only find out what Ophelia's anima was, but she could also fully understand the concept and objective of the activity. Elizabeth didn't want to admit she was lost, as she was certain Professor Wolfe wouldn't take to kindly to that and neither would the other members of Genesis. So, rather than accept defeat, Eliza tried her best to overcome her hardships some other way. Wether those other and more complicated methods worked was another story.
Aster
travelling satelite
• Ophelia Sinclair •
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May the Dread Wolf take you.
Kaye Nightingale
Interactions: Usha
Makomin
Kaye took note of the illusion that had appeared before them. She supposed her direction had suddenly been tipped by the sudden punch she heard, or perhaps she was off her game today. Oddly she wasn’t embarrassed. Shaking it off she instead focused her attention back on her new friend; Usha.
A blunt women, Kaye could figure that out. Her eyes seemed to scan Kaye completely from top to bottom and while that was a way to cause Kaye a little distress she pushed that aside. Usha was being nice, women hardly compliment each other. More the opposite, tearing each other down to gain confidence. It was nice to hear something like that. Already, Kaye liked this girl.
“Thank for the compliment.” Kaye spoke nodding her head, the smile not leaving her dainty face. Following Usha’s gaze they looked around the room. To get out of an illusion one had to try to figure what was real and what was not. It could be tricky, but you just had to think ahead.
The crack followed by the boom was certainly something to cause a distraction. Kaye’s head snapped to look towards the sound seeing three students staring in perhaps slightly confused.
“Performing something that would never happen in reality would trigger getting out of this illusion.” Kaye mumbled to herself tapping her chin. What could the two of them do, purposely hilarious or crazy to get out?
‘Kaye! Punch me in the face!’
The words caught her off guard and she looked towards the sound of the voice. Who would ask her to punch them in the face? That was abused! Kaye would never punch someone..unless it was litteral life and death.
“That could work.” Kaye spoke it clicking in her mind. In reality she would never punch someone, but here?
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Lady of the Hoppy Flop Doggos
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Skryx
Lady of the Hoppy Flop Doggos
Bobbi Brown
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Makomin
Sleeping
Kaye Nightingale
Sasil
|| Classroom 2B || "So much of effort needed."It was fun to see the responses of other students who were thrown into his mind game. Some decided to be sheep and follow the actions of the Genesis president. At this point, the classroom was becoming a one-sided war zone. There were students who started attacking any school property near them. While there were some that decided giving up was their best best.
Probably the seniors as they had enough of this shit happening every single year.
Just then, Usha caught what Kaye Nightingale had said.
Something that would never happen in reality would trigger getting out of this illusion.
"Makes sense. Opposing nature in a set environment could cause equivalent forces to fight each other and pull us back to what is real." Usha replied back before folding her arms across her chest. What could the both of them do-
"Kaye! Punch me in the face!"
The blond shifted her eyes to find the owner of the voice to be the pretty boy all the girls were making a fuss about. She could see why he was a heartthrob of a sort but she never really liked taking on more than she could chew. She was about to turn her attention back to Kaye when Kaye considered the request.
She couldn't understand why the brunette would even need to consider such a thing. But then again, Usha has been called things worse than the term 'bitch'. She was about to volunteer her help when she thought of how to break out of the illusion.
But this was something she would never do. She'd rather bite her own leg off but she had to get out of the illusion.
Text Uriah.
"Ugh." She grunted aloud before whipping her phone out. It took her a moment before she found his contact number. Usha never really admitted it but she never really used a bad nickname for him. Probably because she had too many to call him by. But also, she didn't hate him too much. She just....hated him.
Usha couldn't believe she was doing this.
<Love you, Uriah.>
She looked back at it before cringing visibly at her phone. If she was dramatic, she would've vomitted too.
As she clicked the 'Send' button, she hoped this really was an illusion. If it got through, she'd kill herself.
Or Uriah.
Probably Uriah.
When it got sent through, she slipped her phone back into her pocket. Just as she blinked, she found herself seated next to a table, shared by the mute, Ori.
"Please tell me I punched you." She said aloud to him before a very confused Ori wrote back a short, "No, why?"
"Damn it." She sighed and her eyes caught Wolfe's. She could feel his unapproving gaze already.
Well, that explained why punching Ori didn't get her out of the illusion.
She would have done it in reality too.
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Makomin
Sleeping
Makomin
Sleeping
The Student Ward was actually quite a comfortable place to recuperate in or, as the Pandora trio does sometimes, nap in. The beds were not the usual single-sized mattress which could make someone's back even worse that was laid on a metal frame with a cheap paint job. The mattresses here were reasonably sized that two smaller individuals would sleep in comfortably. However, the trio had one person sleep on top of two that were at the bottom. Usually Kaia but sometimes, Uriah had the chance. Rob mostly ended at the bottom.
At the moment though, the both of them were laid down on a bed each, next to each other, as Nurse Aaron patched their backs first.
"We definitely can-" Uriah Kershaw said with a big smile before his eyes landed on Nurse Aaron who was evidently glaring at them non-lovingly. "-NOT. Don't you have any sense of responsibility, Rob? Sheesh, shame on you. It's already bad enough that we got our behinds kick, you wanna skip class." He scolded Rob exaggeratedly, trying to sound as convincing as he can before Nurse Aaron made his way to tend to Rob. The blond made yet another exaggerated 'PFFFFT' sound before looking at his best friend.
The Pandora president then smiled as Nurse Aaron's back faced him before mouthing to Rob, "We're soooo gonna skip class."
Sometimes he wonder where he would be without his best friend(s).
All that fighting- or rather, getting beaten up, got him starving.
"You two, out. Don't get into anymore fights or I'll just stab you guys to death." Nurse Aaron said as he picked up the used cotton swabs before throwing them into the bin.
Uriah and Rob quickly made their way out but was stopped mid-way as a beeline of students blocked their path.
They managed to squeeze through before they met a short raven-haired female. Khione Silverblade.
The two of them greeted her with their usual smile but all they got in return was a tense-up before she walked away.
After making their way further down the hallway, Uriah draped his arm around Rob's shoulder before asking, "Seems like Khione doesn't like us a lot. Any idea why?"
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