Deucalion
Firebringer
"True that, maybe we could educate each other some time.", she winked at Ryujin, giving him a nudge.
"You promise?!", A responded to Abraham's threat in her own voice.
"The faculty seems like a joke, what do you say we test our boundaries?", A said to Ryujin while raising her hands into the sky.
Her eyes glowed slightly more orange and lightning radiated from her hands as the sky began to darken and churn in a dark shade of green, thunder bellowing in the distance.
A had a fiendish grin stretched across her face. "Oh, this is gonna be good.", she said lowering her hands and materializing an umbrella.
She shot Ryujin a smug look as Insects of all sorts began to rain down onto the crowd, sending some sections of it into a frenzy.
"Life's no fun without a little chaos."
Lucas Riksmond
The ominous thundercrack was the first warning. The rolling clouds and the hailstorm was the other. Lucas winced and pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt, doing the best he could to cover himself. Why did she..? What in the world could she gain from something like this?
It took him a few moments to realize just what this crawling sensation was. Bugs. There were bugs everywhere. Crawling in his hair. His clothes. Inside.
Lucas screamed and threw himself back, trying to shake off as many of the filthy critters as he could. For a moment, a wave of shimmering energy rolled off of him, making the benches around him shake, but he managed to contain himself. No no, no no no no..!
Abraham Chester
"YOU WILL CEASE THAT." Abraham's voice once directed at A was far different from the amiable, relaxed tone he had just had with the students, lashing out with a sharp point like some form of vocal whip. "Call of the storm. Now. You are powerful, but you know very well that there are beings far more powerful like yourself amongst this staff, such as headmaster Luxor."
Abraham leaned forward, fixing eyes with the... Hm. He actually wasn't perfectly sure, but he had reached the conclusion that she was some kind of demonic entity. Demons had their own rites and sealing charms, meaning...
"If we wanted, we could easily find a way to subdue or charm you. Have you locked up in an empty room, for example." His voice remained sharp, toxic. "Days upon end with absolutely nothing but cold, hard boredom. Perhaps weeks. Months if we decide upon that." He thought for a moment. "Hell, some of us have years to spare."
"Does that sound fun to you? If not, call of the storm and behave ."
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