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Oriens Academy [Phoenix Game]

"I don't know." Anya said. "I think we just got them over time."


She dug through the box a bit more, and hummed at her options. "Lily, what should I wear? The maid one?" she asked. "I'll let you choose."
 
Espinosa glanced at Ritcher and nodded, "I know some first aid, though I need to get the supplies for it." Espinosa clenched her right fist as she stared at Ritcher, "If you smell blood, we need to find them. They could only have a minor wound, or they could be bleeding to death as we speak!"
 
John sighed as he walked down the hall now realizing he might have been too careless. Sure, he had lost a lot of blood and sure it was soaked up by his clothes, but that smell might have them onto him about what he really is and what his plans are. For once, he didn't calculate everything to the last detail. He was surprised though, that despite Richter seeing his completely broken body mend itself he seemed unphased as well as the large amount of blood John had lost seemed to not concern him. This was good, it meant he had just a slight bit of wiggle room.
 
"Let's be off." Richter led the way downstairs. The injuries were thankfully few, but a few looked grievous; shrapnel and burns were common. He began directing the shellshocked yet healthy to stop bleeding where they could, and carrying them to the infirmary.


"Espinosa, tend to those outside. I can't." he said over one girl's screaming, ripping a piece of shrapnel from her belly. He wadded up his jacket, and duct taped it over. "If we're lucky, we can get through this without anyone dying."
 
Rose was in the student council office, putting the finishing touches on the paperwork required to change Mel's race. Just a signature and a stamp and done. Mel would now be listed as a demon once this went through the computers. She handed the papers to another female student. "Emily, please take these to the main office."


Emily was hesitant in taking the papers. Rose had always been so determined to help all humans. Now she was changing one into a demon? The look on Rose's face indicated that something big happened, but what could've defeated her? "Rose, are you okay with this? Didn't you want to save all humans?"


Rose sighed. She really didn't want to talk about it. She just looked up at Emily with a poor attempt at a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Emily. I guess not all humans are worth saving. Besides, she more like a demon anyway."


Just then, a slam alerted both girls to look up. The door was wide open and the person who stood there was Mel, glaring at them. There was a silence before Mel ran off. Rose tried running after her, but by the time she reached the door, Mel was gone.


Shit. This wasn't good. Rose looked in the direction the girl had gone but found no traces of her anywhere. "Emily. You better hurry up on that."


(Don't anyone find her yet. I'm just getting this out of the way.)
 
Elæm looked at Vash and nodded agreeing with him, Elæm wondered what happened with Nava and what's up with Vash, I mean he couldn't put all his trust in only one side, he went for his own truth. So he decided to play it neutral but not give his act away to both of them, he needed to find the truth. He remained like he was not changing.


"She must have done something wrong, what about you? Did you do something..?" He said
 
John arrived at the main office, the same place that the papers were set the be delivered as he sat by himself. He looked up at the ceiling. Everything was calculated, there was no students even close to where the bomb detonated and the window wasn't too large so it shouldn't have caused major damage. He smiled a little bit. Sure he was insane, but there was nothing wrong with that, right?
 
"..."


Kylier was displeased at seeing Azure use the others as a sort of event shield to stay out of her reach... as she noticed the the shaking of everything, she had a sort of change of mind...


-Perhaps I can tell him another time... perhaps I should see how my friend Mel is doing... I'm sure she will not be pleased with how everything is turning out...-





Reluctantly, Kylier went away from her waiting spot, hoping that she could come across Mel... perhaps she would mess with her, or talk about how things stand now
 
Curtis shrugged. Maybe there were giant birds that kept messing up the windows or something; wouldn't really surprise him, to be honest.


He jogged down the stairs, making sure to grab his dumbbell out of the room below his (vacant, thankfully), ran back up to stow it carefully in his chest, and walked down to the front office to check the classroom listing. Hopefully the school store and the wood-shop would be open in spite of the 'bad weather day'.
 
John motioned to his shadow. He had a quick service for it and had need for Sammy to grab something. The shadow silently slid off to his room while John sat there patiently and waited in the office. He killed time of course, by talking with himself. He was arguing on the merits of existantialism over nihilism and was getting pretty heated, well, inside his head at least.
 
Curtis looked through the classroom listings, occasionally stopping to look back at the weird babbling kid with a poor understanding of philosophy. Eventually, he found the wood shop's listing and started down the hall in hopes of finding it open, and in possession of properly-sized floorboards, carpentry nails, and maybe a small prybar.
 
Richter looked over things as the last student was loaded onto the back of an ambulance. Surprisingly, the worst injury was a girl who'd taken eight inches of shrapnel to the stomach, and she'd probably live. Probably. Still, he'd have to take care of some things now. He was covered in dirt and even blood.


He made his way to Rose's office, entering without knocking. "We need to talk." he said.
 
"Why, thank you Bunny!" Lily replied. Of course Lily knew just how cute she was, but it was nice to hear it every once in a while from someone else. Lily practically shivered with anticipation as Bunny took the nurse outfit and egressed into the non-secret closet. How she had been waiting to dress that little cutie up.


"Eee~" Lily squealed as Bunny stepped out. "Oh, you're just too adorable!"


Lily thought for a second when Bunny asked how she afforded all of these, while Anya piped up that Lily had bought them over time.


"Ah, well... that's true. I bought all of mine over time," She said, taking a quick picture of Bunny "But I bought most of Anya's after we got the prize at the camping trip. She likes dress-up and wanted to play together, so... I spent a lot of that on costumes."


Lily put the camera away for the moment, and addressed Anya.


"Absolutely it should be the maid. You really have the look for pretty much anything with frills- that costume especially."
 
"Okay~!" Anya sang, gathering the bundle of clothes. She went into the closet only momentarily.


The cat emerged, dressed in a frilly, black and white dress and apron; stockings ran up her legs and the white headpiece contrasted noticeably with her dark hair. She laughed, twirling around with all the grace she could muster.


She stopped giggling for a moment, and bowed towards the other two. "How may I serve you, master?" she asked.
 
Curtis walked up to the classroom and looked in the window, only to find it dark. He jiggled the doorknob for a couple seconds before deciding that it must be locked up. Now, granted, he could just rip the door off and walk right in, but that would be a jerk move. He decided, instead, to find a faculty member. Actually, now that he thought about it, he could probably just ask the janitor; Curtis set off to do just that.
 
Richter stopped himself. "On second thought, I'll handle it myself. Just some minor disciplinary work. Nothing to bother you with."


He soon arrived in the disciplinary office. There were no windows, only harsh gray squares of cinderblock and concrete. "Mister Crowley." he began, tapping his cane on the floor. "In light of recent events I have decided to take disciplinary action. You are facing charges of interfering with official school investigation, disrupting a school environment, disrespect to your peers and teachers, bodily harm to your peers, and domestic terrorism. The punishment is that I'm going to fight you. Speak your piece, and we shall begin."
 
John shrugged, he really didn't care.


"Whatever, take your shot. Feel free, not like I haven't tried everything already."
 
Tie was adjusted, sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and collar was done neatly. Mr. Khan stretched out as he exited his car, kicking the door closed as it shut with a "cluck". He locked it, twirling his keys before put them in the pocket of his black slacks. The teacher yawned as he walked through the halls, casually making his way through the classrooms in spite of the noticeably changed scenery.


The teacher picked up a noticeably injured student, dropping him off at the nurse's office before making climbs up the stairs to his own office. It was there when he saw an older man and a younger man, though still apparently too old to be a student; Mr. Richter and John. They were arguing about something, but Mr. Khan wasn't quite sure what. Until he heard the word "fight".


"Oh" Mr. Khan said, cracking his neck and adjusting his tie. "You must be my substitute." he cracked his knuckles, then lightly pushed Mr. Richter away. "It's alright Mr. Sub. If this guy is troubling my students, colleagues, or school, it is my duty as a teacher to take disciplinary action."
 
"As a matter of fact, we were about to do the whole trial by combat thing." Richter said, shouldering his cane. "I could use a stress reliever, but if you want first crack... well I'm just a sub, after all."
 
John looked at him and shrugged, honestly he wasn't concerned about what this guy could do.


"So you're gonna kill me right? Word of advice? Nothing works, so feel free. I won't fight back since it's not my time to yet, though this shouldn't be too bad."
 
"Hmm. Right, well. You two have fun then." Richter called, taking an exit. "It's only morning and things have already gone to Hell. I need a bite to drink."
 
A sigh escaped from the teacher's mouth. "Kill you? No" Mr. Khan walked up to John. "I'm a teacher, not a murderer. I'll put you in detention, that is, if you're a student like I think you are." Aschar Khan quickly turned back to Mr. Richter. "He is a student right?" he asked, voice becoming slightly more high pitched.


"Nevermind" he said "you know kid, I used to be like you. Young and cocky." The teacher adjusted his glasses. He then gestured everyone to back away. "Before the world got all..." Mr Khan paused, looking up in the air and twirling his hands as he looked for a proper word "...us, there was a man. I don't remember his name or exactly what he said, but it was something to the effect of 'strike first and victory is yours.'... but that might be a common philosophy."


"Now, you sure you want to give me the first shot?"
 
John nodded at the man, but decided why not alert him.


"Of course, I wouldn't want to attack you because quite frankly I can hear him whispering to me about how he wants to meet you. He wants to take you for everything you are. You can attack me all you want as punishment for whatever crime I did, but to be honest I have much more important issues at hand than this mere.... conflict. You see while you were gone some shocking developments happened and by my calculations we should be under attack fairly shortly. So I would suggest saving my strength for someone who smells just like Lucifer. You could believe me, or you could think it's a bluff, either way the results don't vary much."
 
Mr. Khan pushed John back. "Sir" he said, looking down at John. "I'm not done with you. I really don't like hitting my students, but you sir have forced my hand."


The teacher clenched his fist and reared it, declaring it loud and clear for the student to see. With as much force as he was capable of mustering, Mr. Khan shot straight toward John's face.
 
John's face exploded in a large spray of blood and gore as the fragments began to circle around and John's head began reconstructing itself, a smile on his face.


"I warned you it's no use. I'm pretty weak physically and can't cast a spell to save my life, but what I can do is endure and survive. Speaking of which, Mister Richter, your time is far from over. Please leave before you become obligated to step the fight that is to come and end up getting yourself killed before you can truly shine." John said turning his gaze to Richter, then back to the new teacher. "You don't understand, I'm not leaving, I'm waiting for her to come to us. I need some vital information, one that I let one of her cronies walk free because I need it so bad. This crony was none other than the one who damaged that vampire over there, as for your punch I am afraid you will have to do much better."
 

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