Riverview Academy (The Role Play)

[Kain]

Nothing to do, nothing to do. The messy haired man silently walked down the paved way and sighed as he laid down in the shade. Sure, he was protected from the sun, though a few rays still found it's way to his face. Drake squinted and grunted, one small grunt, that barely emanated from his mouth. Since he ate, he didn't feel as irritated as he did before. Hell, he felt like speaking to people now. He licked his lips, which seemed like a little tick that he always did after he ate. He did, however, also felt like napping, so speaking may have to come in second.


Relaxing, he thought about the place. He did like the smell of nature , though the place itself seemed creepy and dark, he could get used to it pretty quickly....since some streets in London were much more dangerous than these corners. A bitter, bitter smell came, wafting to his nose. Suddenly, he felt ill. His eyes suddenly shifted, into two sliver of daggers. He recognized this metallic smell. Blood. Blood. He hissed under his breath but then forced himself to stay still. Someone got injured. But since it smelled pretty faint, it might be much farther....and in much larger quantity. Drake took a deep breath and exhaled, putting his head back on the coarse body of the tree. His hand shook, slightly, as he sheathed his sword back in the sheath. Getting up, he followed the metallic smell, his expression back into a frown.

 

[Minnow]

Olivia's posture straightened up as Florence draped her arm over her shoulder. After a split second of surprise her body relaxed as she recognized the gesture to be a friendly one. Her face became rosy and hot with embarrassment as Flo's hand tousled her mass of curly hair. "Thank you," she said in between nervous giggles. Olivia had never had someone warm up to her quite as quickly as Florence was but she decided it didn't bother her. Suddenly, their friendly conversation was interrupted by the sound of shattering glass.


Muffled by the heavy laboratory door, there seemed to be some sort of struggle happening. Silence swept over the students remaining outside as they stared nervously at door. Suddenly the ground beneath their feet shifted violently. Olivia gasped and stumbled backwards falling onto the ground. Moments after the building stopped shaking the Headmaster rushed through the crowd and into the lab. Just as the door was about to close behind him, Olivia caught a glimpse of a nurse's body sprawled out on the floor surrounded by a quickly growing pool of blood.


Her mouth opened in an attempt to gasp but the air caught in her throat. She tore her gaze away from the lab door and slammed her eyes shut. She sat there on the ground unable to muster the strength to stand as the silence melted into a panicked murmur.

 

[Telios]

'This school is so messed up. Dunno why parents have gotten me into here. Guess that can't be change' He thinks to himself as he reading his books. A while later... Telios got teleported outside.


"Huh? What th--?" Telios let out a sigh.


"I guess that I can use some exercise." He puts his book down and starts materializing rocks, gems, ect.


(Sorry for short post. I don't know what to do. =/)

 

[Krystael]

(Hey, guys who interact with me, I really need to apologize. I've been so busy with school and work I don't think I've been able to come up for air in between the potato dust and homework. And I'm going to continue to be busy like this, so I really really need to apologize for my hold and in advance for my no doubt slow responses and posts.)


Christina's nose wrinkled lightly at the nickneame, but she again said nothing. Shyly she blinked at the two, a soft smile on her face, "I could use some food, actually. I forgot about it, with how tired I'd been." The young teen's smile grew sweeter, and she clasped her hands behind her back. "Lead the way, and I shall follow."


Her attention immediately snapped towards the sound of breaking glass, her hand slipping into her loose white sleeves once more, her body moving and abosorbing with the movements of the shaking ground, though she had stumbled at first. It wasn't a natural earth quake, she could feel someone's energy through it, rippling and crashing through out it, and she nearly ran into the lab just so she could put out the person who was doing this, into a calming sleep, but it stopped before she could.


Instantly the young Irish girl was kneeling next to Olivia, hugging the red head to her chest, making small hushing sounds, rubbing her back and manipulating her soul to calm her. Make her less afraid. Christina nearly started singing, and she almost let herself, but there was no need to have Olivia be asleep. She looked up towards Florence, making a small questioning face.

 

[SirDurrHurrHurr]

Just a heads up, I'm not dead, will post soon.

 

[Kain]

He smelled it. The blood. The faint metallic smell was getting stronger and stronger. Drake gritted his teeth together, his eyes becoming like daggers once again. He put his hand onto the smooth hilt of his gladius. Danger. His body became tense and his steps quicker. Who would actually want to kill someone in this Academy? He opened the door, leading to the laboratory, the scent hitting him in the back of his nose.


Damn.


It overwhelmed his senses. Blood was such a horrible odour. He crinkled his nose. Drake stormed through the halls, following the smell quite easily, though with a bit of disgust. His footsteps echoed in the hallway, as he sped up. The chatter grew louder and louder as he approached the scene of carnage. He recognized two or three people there, the ones that tried to talk to him. Hmh. Not wanting to disturb them, he looked above their heads, though that wasn't quite hard. The noble was repulsed when he saw the body, covered with a pale white veil. He could see the blood seeping through the cover, like a big pool of water, but stagnant. The body beneath it was unrecognisable. He wasn't fazed, as he saw things worse than this, unfortunately. "What happened here?" He said to himself, shaking his head lightly with disapprobation.

 

[tem502]

Florence frowned as the ground shook beneath them, but her lower body wobbled and absorbed the vibrations rather than being tossed by it.


Her face paled as she saw the body, but considering her gentle nature she stayed suprisingly resolute.


Looking to the two younger girls she decided their safety took priority above all else, and since she was the eldest there she had to take charge of their little group.


Kneeling down she smiled reassuringly to the two of them.


"It's okay little ones." She spoke, despite the fact both of them were taller than her "But we have to keep you safe, alright?"


Stroking Olivias cheek calmingly, she took their hands and standing, she pulled Olivia and Christina to their feet gently but firmly, and set off along the corridor away from the area, ushering other younger students along with them.

 

[The Empress of Ice]

[it is hooorrriibbllee, I know TT.TT But this is truly all I could muster since I'm drained to the point of thirst due to creativity-juices for le rp!]


Nadia chuckled at the young boy, her eyes filled with slight amusement as she saw the frown settling on her son's face to turn to a bitter glare against Ignatius. Sister? Sister? Oh Ilay was annoyed, alright as he stood up slowly from his fall. His eyes not leaving the annoying brat whom had hurt him, whatever his power was; Ilay didn't like it. At all. Nadia on the other hand, was on the verge of laughter as she observed her son.


Never had she seen him so riled up by such a comment before, an obvious side-effect from his frustration due to the fact that he almost put more than a hundred students, with various powers; harmful or not, in such pain that they would wish for nothing but death. "You must have missed the speech made by the headmaster..."


She muttered out barely, her upper-lip shaking. Nadia rarely laughed or sincerely smiled at anyone unless it was her son, and for the past summer the young lady had found herself in fits of laughter as Ilay would continuously, unintentionally, bring out her motherly adoration. Her little brat took up his board, letting letters fill the board.


SHE is not my SISTER, but my MOTHER. Are you blind to not see her age, she is far too old to be my sister or even a student! She's practically a fossil! AND for all you weird, hormonal boys; SHE is MARRIED. Stay AWAY.





Nadia didn't last long before her eyes teared and her low, melody-like laughter echoed in the air. Though, she was glad that her son had been too distracted to remember that he had a needle inside of him. His fears must have been numbed by the shock, not letting itself show and she was grateful to Ignatius for letting him forget the whole incident - For now.


@Mad Prince of Sanity


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A few minutes later, Nadia felt a slight shake which slowly built up to a mild earthquake. She didn't hesitate as she ran over to Ilay, protecting him with her body. The boy himself, held onto his mother in fright of her getting hurt - He couldn't lose her. A few screams echoed in the air as students muttered about the academy being weird. Once it all settled down, Nadia stood up from her protective position over Ilay, the boy keeping a firm grip on her shirt, revealing her shoulder slightly.


Turning to the door of the lab, Nadia felt the slight distinctive smell of blood and as the Headmaster moved past all the students; not addressing any of them - Nadia snapped.


She did not blame him for protecting his 'daughter' as she didn't think twice about taking care of her son before anyone else but the fact that he did not even stop to reassure his students or explain the situation before moving along was something the lady couldn't handle. Eyes firm, Nadia turned to the lab door after she sent Ilay to his room. After all, she knew that if she could smell the faint metallic scent of blood, so could her son and without a doubt, he would break down - realizing that he not only had a needle inside him, got experimented upon and the scent of blood would trigger every fear in his body.


"Ilay... Go to your room, I'll be there in a few."





Once she entered the room, she found herself locking the door behind her, not letting one student peek inside to see the headless body laying around. Blood spattered all over the place and anger boiled through Nadia at the sight. Taking one step after another, she came upon Dr. Lerkelashvor and within seconds her hand came in contact with her cheek. She already knew that Calla would not wake up with words from her self-induced trance of sorrow and so she was forced to act in the only way she could. "Wake up, you can go into a break-down once you clean up this mess."


She muttered out, her eyes drifting around the room to find the head of the nurse; her dead eyes wide in shock. Sighing, Nadia noticed the small crest on the girls inner wrist; a mark from the Red Hood. Taking three of her fingers to close the girls eyes, Nadia murmured out the fated words for every Red Hood that died in duty. "Rest in peace as you have brought forth it, place yourself within the deepest embrace of the one you call your lord and we shall forever remember you as our brethren, our sister and our friend. Bathe yourself in glory, honor the choices you've made and be an angel among demons, bring forth light to those in the dark and find help among those that have fallen. Blessed are we to have been within your presence and blessed are ye to have protected the order, the law and the right."





Nadia frowned as she heard a small voice, responding to her small ceremony of farewell. The ceremony that she had heard from the fools themselves. "Our brethren, our sister and our friend."


Nadia kept her words short as she turned to the Splicer, the woman holding a key in her hand as she closed the door behind her. "Help Dr. Lerkelashvor and clean up this mess, I'll address the students. Call the chef and tell him to prepare a meal for the students and to announce that everyone shall gather in the dining hall throughout the school." The woman nodded, her brown hair following her heads movement.


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A few seconds later, Nadia was outside the lab door, her eyes roaming the crowd. "All of you, go to the dining hall and have dinner. The Headmaster will be with you shortly to explain the situation. Make sure to pass this along to everyone." Her words interrupted the crowd's noise and with one last glance at the them, she left to find the Headmaster.


He would NOT leave this to her, or ignore the fact that his daughter just killed a nurse.


@Highly Unorthodox @tem502 @Kain @SirDurrHurrHurr @Krystael @Telios @Minnow @Humor @Caldwell @Nyx @Paranoia @EccentricallyDriven @VirusOfLife @Zachariah el Morgan [Tagging everyone I can think of, since I believe that the message of everyone gathering in the dining hall would come to everyone one way or the other.]

 

[Mad Prince of Sanity]

[Just want to prelude this by saying it would have been here sooner if not for six inches of snow hitting Sunday night. Apologies to everyone for the grid-lock.]


Ignatius watched in confusion at the woman's suppressed reaction. Her lip shook and she looked on the verge of tears. At first he was unsure as to whether or not she was trying not to laugh, or was upset by his observation. His confusion only furthered by the young boy fidgeting madly with the board on his chest as hasty, and no doubt angry, words filled it's surface. Calling her old and stating she was so old she was fossilized as well as being married. Ignatius couldn't help the furrow of his brow and the slight tilt of his head, studying the woman for a moment before venturing to speak again. "I... see. I am.. sorry? I was unaware that this was an insult, I..." his eyes flit to the ground in confusion, the black tarry substance of the Void bubbling a bit at his aggravation. In his mind he had insulted her, as shown by the boy's anger, this however is cut off by sudden soft, melodic laughter from the woman.


The woman's laughter cut through his concentration like a hot knife through butter, his eyes widening a bit as she seemed suddenly happy. Ignatius shifts a bit from foot to foot, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable in this labyrinth of paradoxes. She had seemed sad, yet she was happy. She had cried, yet she was happy. The boy had been angry, yet.. she was... happy? Ignatius shook his head and strained a smile, looking down at the younger boy "If it.. upsets you so, I shall stay away from your fossilized mother." again, as usual he felt as if he had misunderstood, and said something slightly off. A tight, uncomfortable clenching in his chest signalling as much; so with a nod to Nadia he sweeps by them. His skin crawling from sheer nervousness.


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As Ignatius approaches the testing room, he hears...... shouts. Pandemonium ensues almost immediately, the school shaking and as he looks, he sees an all-too-familiar sight. Vanessa.. or rather her aura, expanding and fluctuating violently as she slipped into a state of mind Ignatius knew far too much about. He is vaguely aware of the sputtering life-force dying like a smoldering ember of the nurse before Iannes charges into the room. Calming her down in one of the longest, tensest minutes of Ignatius' life. Vaguely reminding him of several occasions of speaking to Dr. Faust. Ignatius is barely out of his short thought when the Headmaster sweeps by, carrying Vanessa, no doubt to the Infirmary.


Before his brain even registers the thought, he strides after the Headmaster. Two things he rarely ever did now happening, acting without thought, and nearly out-pacing his Void with his hurried walk. His mind beginning to race as to what he was doing and why. Metaphorical wires connecting in his mind as prevalent ideas begin to surface. The school had shook, a nurse had been killed. Iannes would be needed to address the students and calm them down. He had a history with Vanessa, a shared history that didn't seem to be willing to let them go. He scratches his arm nervously, he wasn't sure HOW she saw him however. Regardless, he was nearly certain it was.... at least partly positive. He had passed the Infirmary on the way to testing, they were nearly there as far as he could remember.


It was now or never, Iannes rounds a corner into another hallway, if Ignatius remembered correctly they were nearly half way to the Infirmary. He takes a steadying breathe and rounds the corner, met by... an odd sight. There was, the odd girl from earlier who's eyes reminded him oddly of an eagle, and who's aura was of one with an abrasive personality. However this time, it was not her aura that caught his attention, but her words. They all but burned him, like coals lodged into his ribs he felt his anger rise. How dare she speak as if she knows what they have endured. The tar-like Void around him begins to bubble and seethe, as if boiling itself from the inside. The crystalline Void arcing out into jagged spires a foot in length as it begins engulfing the hallway along the floor and walls.


Once again, without thought he steps past the large frame of the elderly man. All but standing toe-to-toe with this woman. He knew what his eyes looked like, hard, yet vacant and devoid of any sort of mercy. His voice rose unnaturally high for him, which in truth was only just on par with this woman's "Enough." The crystals spread and fester along the walls around him, the bubbling mass of black Void circling his feet protectively. Arcing in swells before subsiding, like a snake recoiling just before it strikes. When he speaks again, his voice is softer, yet still just as vacant, back to it's usual, matter-of-fact tone. "I have killed those just like you for much less, do not speak of things you know nothing about. I understand your frustration, but what you have said cannot go without response. You know nothing of our past, nor do you deserve to be one to ridicule this man." he takes a steadying breathe, his voice not at all raised or uneven but he feels as if it is.


He turns now to Iannes, affording Shou no more attention as he meets the elder man's eyes. His Void staying between him and Shou, all but sensing the lingering tension. "Apologies Headmaster, but I would request I take Vanessa to the infirmary. The rest of the students will need reassurances and I know the way...." he pauses, slowly stepping into the subject he would have rather avoided. "As you are aware, other than yourself I am the only one who could calm her. However, I am the only one of us without separate, pressing duties." He considers continuing but he stops, having said all he had prepared. It had made sense, if not a loose sense of reason. Ignatius was not nearly as stout as the elderly man but carrying her the rest of the distance should be possible.


Deep inside his mind, however, Ignatius begins to panic a bit. From a mixture of fear of his little... 'stunt' being rejected, and the reason Shou's words had cut him so deep. Her words... were true, partly. However in his mind Ignatius cannot help but know she ridiculed the wrong one of them. Her words were true of him, and were only part of everything he once told himself. To take that and project it onto Vanessa was.... all but sickening to him. If she was all that Shou said then, what was he? Something far, far below and infinitely more wretched; and he knew it. As he meets the elderly man's eyes his chest clenches in that uncomfortable feeling, and it's all he can do to wait with all those buzzing thoughts and baited breathe.

 

[Vitorix]

Iannes paused to look at the attacking Shou, his expression passive. He tightened his grip on Vanessa as she spoke of unkind things. "Shou, honestly. You should like a selfish child. I realize, and so does she as well as the student body know that she is in trouble. I assure you, she will not be getting away with it." He brushed passed the abrasive teen and ran into the woman he had recently hired, who was currently lecturing him. Iannes took a deep sigh and hid Vanessa's head from view. "I am not deserting my students in a time of need. I am simply getting Vanessa out of the room and towards the infirmary. She needs to be away from students right now. I will assure them and soothe them as soon as possible. Give me three minutes." He rushed off down the hall, aware of the pursuing Ignatius. He looked at the boy, surprised he already assumed what had happened. The headmaster paused and turned towards the boy, gently putting the limp Vanessa into his arms. "Thank you."


With that, the headmaster briskly ushered the students towards the destination in which he would make a speech on the happenings. As he entered, he asked for the silence of the crowd - which was unruly and energetic. Some individuals looked depressed, some excited and some in shock.


"Ladies and gentlemen!" he called out.


"Please be seated."


Iannes begun to stoke his white hair, looking older than normal.


"I assume you all felt the school shake, yes? Well, it was not an earthquake. There was a mishap in the lab with a student who went in distress and had a power overload. As most of you have likely already been educated - a nurse has perished in this act. But I would like to make one thing clear before you all start growing anxious and fearing of your safety."


A dramatic pause.


"The nurse was not an actual human, nor mutant. That nurse was, in fact, a spy. An enemy. A foolish women, indeed. I have been watching her for a while. I have evidence."


He held up a black book, which had letters scattered through the written pages.


"Our nurse here was so kind as to drop this a few weeks back. She never realized. I watched her and waited to possibly find out where to find the coven she belongs to but never got the chance. So, really; before you go judging that an innocent has died... which they have. Know that this women was not completely innocent. This is all the information I can share with you now. I am sorry. Everything is currently getting sorted. Testing will be held until further notice. I assume tomorrow it will be back up for business. Thank you kindly for your attention. You are dismissed."


Iannes didn't want to have to open up on his secret to the school, but he needed some way to calm them and assure him that the crime was not as big as it appeared. Now, he was to figure out some punishment. He wasn't sure what, though. Seeing as Vanessa didn't kill a random innocent woman of Riverview and rather, a spy plotting to give possible harmful information to the wrong organization. He rubbed at his temples and made his way back to his office.

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Calla finally managed to pull herself onto her feet, her body unstable and wobbly for a moment. She turned away in disgust as two men in white (male nurses, she assumed) came in and zipped the body into a bag before hoisting it onto a metal table with wheels. They carted the body away - along with the head in a separate bag her anxiety begun to fade. She would never forget the distant look in Vanessa's eyes and the fear as the needle was being injected into her skin. She would still need the DNA in order to partner her. Calla weaved through the maze of knocked over things and grabbed the phone. She instantly punched in the number for the infirmary.


"Hello, this is Professor Lerkelashvor. Yes, I was just wondering if you could sedate Vanessa wants she gets there. No needles, please. She will become distressed by them. Yes, a phobia, I guess. Tell me when she is under and I will come finish the DNA testing while she isn't mobile. Thank you. Have a good day."


The nurses fearfully looked around, as if something was going to jump at them. Calla sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair.


"Time to tidy up!" she exclaimed and clapped her hands together.


The rest of the day, nurses and other teachers as well as her assisted in cleaning up the mess of the lab. Thankfully, none of the past testing was ruined during the hectic meltdown. Everything was going to be fine. She would need to put in a new order for more beakers and equipment that was smashed but all was well for now. At the end of the day, everything was back to normal and the blood stain was no longer there. It was back to it's original neatness. Calla waited patiently for the call.

Vanessa felt her body weight be passed into the arms of somehow who smelled awfully familiar. Her energy was completely drained from the meltdown she had influenced causing her to have mild dizziness and fatigue. The girl's head lolled softly and her intense eyes locked upon the face of Ignatius. She blinked slightly and flinched.


"I-Ignatius?" she inquired, her hand slowly lifting to touch his cheek.


Her fingertips roamed the soft and tender skin, taking in his features by sense of touch. It was definitely him. An older, more mature Ignatius. She pulled herself closer to him and pressed her face into his shoulder, her lips brushing against the fabric of his shirt roughly as she carried her towards the infirmary. She bit back a sob and tears by grinding her teeth, eyes narrowed into the darkness. How could she let that happen?


"Ignatius... I killed a woman..." she whispered softly, sorrow filling her tone. The words were too foreign and felt tangy on her tongue as she rolled each word out of her mouth. Her fingers gripped at his shirt before digging in deeper - just hardly missing his skin; saving from a nasty scratch. Vanessa felt her body quaking but didn't think much of it. The only person who could ever see her in such a moment of weakness was him. She would only allow him.

 

[Mad Prince of Sanity]

Ignatius was a bit disoriented at first, mostly because of his own fear. The pressure and thought he had put into that one act had made it seem far more.... important wasn't the right word as it was important to him... crucial, he supposed was a better term. With a slight nod at he Headmaster's words Ignatius begins carrying her to the infirmary, casting a glance down at her as she begins to stir. Of course it was only seconds later, after he had returned his attention to NOT haphazardly running into a wall that he hear his name. Immediately followed by a soft hand on his cheek; this causes him to freeze and look down at her. She had an aura as familiar as one's could get.


It was soft now, shifting and fluxing in a kaleidoscope of azure and white colors. Though she quickly clings to her face into his body, he tenses. Her aura shifting to a darker near-indigo and a pale silvery white, quivering and shaking with every suppressed sob. She all but nuzzled her face into his arm, and her words were pain-filled and regretful. He stops walking, they were near the infirmary but right now it seemed like the last place he wanted to take her. Sedation and more pills wasn't what she needed, even as self-admittedly naive as he was even Ignatius could see that.


He glances around, seeing some sort of lounge, probably only for staff usage but that didn't matter to him at the moment. he steps to the door, pressing the handle down with his elbow before nudging it open. The cool air inside surprisingly different than the hallway. He sighs and nods, sitting down on the couch against the left wall. Considering setting her next to him but... she held onto him so... desperately. As if she needed him; so he doesn't. Instead he wraps his arms around her, hugs were known to be comforting, he tells himself. A thought that, just as he knew she would only let him see her this way, he would only let her draw him out of his comfort zone into the litany of things in the world he didn't, and couldn't, understand.


He is reminded, he thinks, of all those years ago. Brief bright spots in an otherwise bleak and blood-filled existence. Remembering, even then, of holding her. Only then she was much younger, but it felt only just different. A 'layer' of choice and decision that had not been present before. He sighs, leaning his head onto her shoulder and whispers "I know...." He purses his lips, a new-found thought reaching the surface of his consciousness. Back then, when he knew of no other way, he would comfort her with poems. He rather enjoyed them himself, simple things with yet so many meanings. He knew then he would have to tell her one, in a way it would help them both.


He smiles, if just a little and pulls his head back "Vanessa?" he calls, in a soft tone that surprises even him. Touching her cheek just as she had done to him minutes earlier, tilting her head up higher and higher until he meets her eyes. Knowing he had her full attention "Though you weep and cry, tear by tear. While I am near, have no fear. I will be there, by your side. You will have, no reason to hide. For you are you and I am I...." he pauses, the next line having so much more meaning. He brushes a trailing tear away and smiles again. "Never again, will I say goodbye."

 

[Kain]

Drake was trapped momentarily in his own thoughts, too unaware of the dark shards popping in the corners, too unaware of the action happening around him. The air around him grew dark as the smell of blood, now overwhelming, triggered a set of memories that he had locked out before. They all came flooding back in, making him miss a couple of breaths and making his heart stop beating momentarily. He remembered the carnage he did. The bruises. The bodies. The weapons. The gangs. And most of all...the blood. The noble gasped once, and opened his eyes. His palms were moist, and his head was hurting, pounding against his skull. Alright. Drake took deep breaths and sighed. Well, at least that was done. It was remarkable how he could recover from such memories and lock them back in with ease. He straightened up, fixing his tie before gazing around him again. No one had noticed. Fortunately.


A pain of frustration welled up in his chest as he caught eye of the principal.What the hell? He looked at the principal, a bit confused yet enraged, eyeing him with his hazelnut coloured eyes. Electricity flickered off his fingertips, stroking the length of his arm. He looked at the unconscious girl, which the man just put in the arms of the man called Ignatius. How could this girl kill a woman just because she wanted to put a needle in her arm? It wasn't of his business what phobia she had, but it was no reason for a power overload at all. While he did try to calm down his outrage, he did wonder about the relationship between the girl and the man. He gave a small glance towards both and walked away, seeking answers for this..... crime scene.


As the director mentioned, the student body assembled in the cafeteria, looking for what caused the earthquake earlier, not that he felt it, of course. Looking around the herd of humans (and non humans), he searched for a space devoid of people, and also a good spot to watch the short explanation that the principal had to offer. Listening to the brief speech, he did think that it was a bit convenient that the girl had killed a spy. But he trusted the headmaster with these affairs and so, will not ask him. He walked out of the cafeteria, in a slightly worse mood than when he had went in, a couple minutes ago. This is bloody crazy. Now wanting to clear his head of this ordeal, Drake threw open the doors, ignoring the bustling students and stride long and wide, retracing his steps to the tree he was relaxing at before.

 

[Vitorix]

Shou gave a quiet snarl at the boy who had intruded upon her. That void of his shut her powers, but she could easily just make his face nothing but a record on the history books with only her fists. She didn't even need draw her sword. She glared quietly at the headmaster as he made his piece clear, before stepping back, flicking the flecks of blood on her split knuckles onto the floor. She cast one more look at Ignatius and Vanessa, and hissed one line, a single line that lingered in the air long after she had departed


"Bedenke, dass du sterben musst."


Remember, that you are going to die. Memento mori.


She bowed, then vanished into the throng of students that filed away towards the meeting area. Through the way, she clutched at her bleeding hand, not because of the pain, but because she regretted both losing her temper, as well as not losing her entire self. Whatever darkness boiled under her skin, in the depths of her heart, it clawed at her, tearing at the walls that kept it in. It was a phsycological pain that drove her to hurt, not physical. Every waking moment staring at all of these faces, hearing all of these words, was a living nightmare. She was surrounded by descendants of her destroyers.


Not if she destroyed them first. She stood with the crowd that had gathered, and watched as the headmaster made his way to the center of attention. A spy? Was he truly making this up or was this the truth? 'Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of her life.' was the first phrase that popped up in her head, and she scoffed, then burst into laughter.


"So a wicked deed by a wicked man makes him good." Shou interjected, the claws of the beast within reaching out once again, hungry for its desserts.

Vanessa clung still to Ignatius - as if he were a life line. She begun to do methods to slow her fast beating heart and attempted to allow her anxiety to ebb away. The image of Shou speaking such words of killing and attacking only drove her to become angry now. She knew nothing of Vanessa, nothing of the nurse that had perished. Nothing. She was hotheaded and ready to jump into any situation that she could get her selfish little hands on. All she was good for was being the noise that resonated through he halls during a crisis. She was a simple backdrop; nothing more and nothing less. She was annoyingly pathetic in the desperate need for attention that she had to thrust herself into a serious situation. Vanessa was done being upset with herself over the murder of the nurse. She knew this would require punishment. With that in mind, she suddenly looked up at Ignatius with cracked silver eyes.


"The headmaster said to take me to the infirmary. Are you being rebellious? Tsk, tsk, Ignatius. It sounds just like yo-"


She was silenced by the poem he spoke, her lips parted to finish the sentence that never came. This poem seemed all too familiar with the girl. Perhaps one that he used to say to her when she had meltdowns before in the past? She couldn't help but crack a smile and nudge him as three men dressed in all white entered the room.


"We will be taking this young lady to the infirmary like first planned."


It was clear that Calla Lerkelashvor had called the infirmary to check in on her, only to find that she hadn't made her entrance yet. Sometimes it was nice to be worried about - but most of the time it was just a pain in the ass. Vanessa slowly got to her feet, wobbling slightly from exhaustion. Her muscles hurt and felt weak but she pushed that last bit of motivation and walked towards the men.


"Coming?" she inquired to them as she turned a corner and headed into the infirmary, where they placed her on a bed.


Vanessa squinted her eyes up at the blinding light as a nurse, more well known than the one that was killed today begun to feverishly work at her. She took note of the woman's trembling hands and carefully reached out, grasping one idly. Vanessa flicked her eyes up to meet hers, frowning softly.


"I will not harm you," she reassured, feeling worse than before as she fell out of her anger and motivation.


The women offered a soft smile of concern as Vanessa closed her eyes and allowed sleep to take her. She didn't even take notice of the oxygen mask that they placed over her nose and mouth, pumping a gas to make her fall into a deeper sleep. That night, just before midnight, Calla arrived. She withdrew from Vanessa all she needed without being hindered. Calla couldn't help but to stare down at the unconscious frame of the headmaster's adoptive daughter. She sighed softly and brushed a strand of white-blonde hair from the girl's forehead in a slight motherly fashion. The students would have to get used to the idea of having a professor with a splicer in the room. That is what she assumed the punishment would be. But Vanessa was normal. Maybe it was best that Vanessa explained to her peers and students why she had a mental breakdown. No one really knew of her past; only a few people in this world. Only a handful of humans. It could possibly shed light on the situation so that not everyone looked at her with injust eyes. Vanessa was a good person, after all. 
@Nyx


@Caldwell


@Humor


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@Minnow


@tem502


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@Mad Prince of Sanity


@Kain


@Krystael


@King of Imagination


@Telios


Keep posing, everyone. I refuse to let this role play die out. Testing results are being posted after a few people post. 
Also, I'd like to mention if anyone is irritated with the "convenient spy" part, contact me because this was my plot for a while and it links into Vanessa and Ignatius stuff. There is actually a huge upcoming conflict that tied into the spy. If you have questions or are genuinely curious, message me.