The Final Exam

"Yes, of course." Lydia said, taking a few things out of her bag. They all seemed like dollhouse miniatures, though once she tapped them with her finger they call went to their rightful size. A twin size bed, a blanket, a pillow, pajamas. She had just started to push her bed into one of the corners when she heard Stratos calling for help. Turning she saw his pet going after him and laughed, stepping forward to help. "Hold on, hold on! I've almost got it!" she said, leaning up on her tip toes to get a hold of the frantic beast. She chuckled softly as she got it and fondly stroked it on the head.
 
stratos looked at kiro teary eyed "you bastard after all ive done for you" he reached into a sack and crabbed a pack of steaks and threw one into kiros bed "there you go" kiro flew over to his bed and started to chew on the steak as stratos walked over to his pallet on the floor "alright then now its time for rest" he took off his shirt and pants folding them, placing them on the table and scooted under his bankets and layed on his back looking up threw a hole in the ceiling. "hey can i ask you something"
 
Lydia had turned her back on him while he changed and hoped he did the same for her as she quickly got into her pajamas and then hopped into bed. Pulling the covers up to her chin she watched as Sphinx curled up into a ball at the foot of the bed and smiled. Looking over to Stratos she sat up a little bit. "Hmm?" she asked softly. "Sure."
 
Lydia was quiet for a few minutes and then sighed. Lying down once more she tugged the blanket close around. "More than life." she finally answered. "I've worked so hard to get where I am. If I'm to fail this exam what will all that work have meant? Going to a cram school afterwards would only be demeaning to me." She looked up at the ceiling as she said this, unable to look at him. "I won't accept failure. I can't."
 
"even if it means having to kill someone close to you" he said in a serious voice "the only reason im asking is i just wanted to know if you really wanted it more than i did from the answer....yes you do" he said rolling back over and laughing "what the hell am i talking about the we got a big day tomorrow we better get some rest"
 
Lydia was quiet for a few minutes. "It can't be helped I guess." she said, a small smile on her face. "I also can't stand losing." As she laid on her side she looked over at him. "But don't worry Stratos," she said, closing her eyes. "I promise that I'll try not to kill you." Yawning, she eventually fell asleep.
 
Kalypso walked around, trying to find someone to talk to. She yawned and the night grew later. Everything started to go dark so the girl headed towards the pond. The next thing she knew, she was on the ground. She had fell over a sleeping figure. It was Lydia.
 
he let out alil laugh and hugged his pellow thinking about how he was going to bring himself to fight lydia but soon gaveup on the painful subject and falling asleep
 
"Tch...amateurs. Next time, bring at least one firearm if you hope to beat me in a knife fight. [Fruity] scum..." Zylos said as he looked at the bloody bodies of the two thugs with disdain. Leaving the scene after cleaning his knife and storing it in his pocket, he decided to head back home, losing what little urge he had to go on a gang-hunting spree.


"Let those losers play cops and robbers as much as they want...I'm done...although I'll have to discipline those guys later for actually getting mugged by those idiots..." Sighing deeply, Zylos continued the long trek to his home, where his bed awaited him.
 
Tristan shook his head, "Don't apologize." he offered.


"..., care to show me around?" The girl asked.


Tristan looked at the girl for a moment. It wasn't a big town, and their initial meeting was a bit... odd, to say the least. He was about to speak, but she beat him too it and offered him a 'reward' of sorts to show her around town. She then proceeded to mention her back story. He hadn't expected a person to move to such a small town, especially without preparing a place to live first.


The girl started dragging Tristan over towards the parks exit even without letting him answer, but he quickly decided to walk. Just before she could speak again, "Sure I'll show you around." He said. She then gave her name and Tristan then gave her his.


"I'm Tristan."


Tristan had no way of fully understanding what just happened. "You need not pay for food though, I've got plenty at my place." he added as a ferret popped out from behind the girls shoulder. "Nice animal, Hope. Nice to meet you Scuttles." He paused for a second. "Did you say you had a place to live?? If you don't, that'd be a really good thing to look for now." Tristan sighed.


Tristan then proceeded to walk down the street, starting with pointing out the Park they had just been in, as well as the housing across the road from it.


 
Tristan was his name, and he was a lot friendlier now that he got over the fact they had been sleeping together. He even offered to take her to his house for something to eat, instead of spending her limited amount of money. Scuttles seemed to appreciate the brunette too, chittering in Hope’s ear;


“No, I don’t have anywhere to stay” she responded, following him down the street.


Her eyes trailed over their surroundings, looking at the buildings as the taller of the two pointed them out.


“I’m not sure whats available…” she started


“…Or what the bad side of town is” she finished, cringing.


They passed a few people as they were walking, but Hope didn’t recognize any other examinees from class. She knew she stood out with her pink-coloured mane, and figured hair dye would be best after she found somewhere to stay. Sticking close to Tristan as he gave her a lay of the land, she realized they would be back at their starting destination soon. Just in time it seemed, as the sun was starting it's descent;


A creepy shop caught her interest though, and she paused in front of it.


“We do Voodoo” she read,


Then she looked up at the taller male, asking him the silent question of "what's voodoo?".
 
"No, I don't have anywhere to stay."


Hope had said. Now Tristan had no idea what he'd do. He had hoped she'd have a place to go, but if she didn't by the end of the day, then what. He knew he'd wind up helping her find a place. He wasn't the type of person to leave someone stranded after all. Luckily that'd be a problem for later if they didn't find a place.


"No real 'bad sides' to the town... but if you're dead set on avoiding noisy places. Don't walk around the bars or down town at night."


That was the best Tristan could do with such a vague description.


Tristan was coming near the street he lived on when the girl stopped them. He looked at what Hope began staring at and saw the local VooDoo shop. He had never visited the place, despite the book store being only a couple doors down. Hope spoke and Tristan shifted his gaze back towards her no fully hearing what she had said. Then she looked at him.


"Crap" was all he thought.


"Well, it's often seen as a dark magic. Though that's all crap if you ask me. If magic existed, the world would be very different from this."


Tristan was going to continue but he only sighed and walked to the door opening it for her.


"Best you see for yourself instead of me explaining it."


He sighed again, he didn't think he'd need to explain something he barely understood himself.
 
“Dark magic…”


Hope’s mind trailed to the aspect of another student standing on the other side of the door, as Tristan tried to explain. After a sigh of defeat though, he pulled open the door for her and Scuttles hid himself away before she walked in. Bone’s clacked together above her, but her interest was on the store itself; the creepy atmosphere making her shiver.


Oils and potions lined some of the shelves, along with materials that complemented the huge display of voodoo dolls on a table. Spiritual art hung for all to see, and some how-to guides sat useless near the entrance;


“A doll shop?” she questioned, turning towards Tristan.


Continuing her venture in, she couldn’t see any workers and approached the counter cautiously; Scuttles scampering about in her knapsack. A wig stood off to the side, made of black down, beads and hair that she couldn’t identify; looking back at Tristan with a smirk she pulled the wig on, covering up her pink hair.


“How do I look?” Hope asked


She laughed at her own antics, flipping the black mess around as if it was real.
 
"Dark Magic..."Hope spoke silently.


Tristan thought she seemed distant for a moment there, until she found the items inside that is. She looked from books, to pots filled with things, to dolls, and other various objects, and gimmicks. Hope turned to Tristan.


"A doll shop?" She asked.


"That too, it's used to torture the souls of the person they resemble. At least that's how it's supposed to work." He shrugged as she continued on.


A second later she had found a wig and decided to wear it, jokingly swinging it around as though it were her hair.


Hope turned asking Tristan a question.


"How do I look?"


Tristan had no idea how to answer. He paused for a second and she began laughing. He smiled, saw another on the side and grabbed it. This one was also black but was straight hair with streaks of very dark colour tints, red, blue, purple. Tristan didn't understand the meaning of the wigs but didn't mind them. He offered this wig over.


"Maybe this'll look better."
 
Foster was in the back room,looking over the stock. The Voodoo shop,he found,was all gimmick;humans didn't have any grasp of magic;this was nothing but a curio shop. But,he'd be able to peddle it to the simpleton humans. When he heard the bone chimes,he waited a bit,wanting to give some effect to his entry. When he heard laughter,he decided to walk into the main room.


As he entered the shop floor,he saw two people;a classmate,Hope,and some young human boy. He chuckled,and used his magic of elemental darkness to manipulate the shadows of Hope and her friend,having them pluck the wigs from their heads,and putting them back on their stands. "I'm sorry,but no sampling the merchandise. You understand." He rested his elbows on the counter,and propped his chin on top of his interlaced fingers. "So,how can the spirits on the other side help you today?" He wore his skull mask,and was smiling. He turned his gaze to Hope,and said, "And I'd never thought I'd see you here,Hope! It just doesn't seem your thing."
 
Hope was about to take the wig that Tristan offered but instead pulled off her own wig, setting it back on the stand. She didn’t realize what she was doing until it was done, and shook her arm loose of the familiar grip.


When he spoke behind her, she wasn’t even surprised; a grin spreading across her face as she turned and saw his mask.


Foster.


Rolling her knuckles, she let him put on his show, watching cautiously for Tristan;


“Foster!” she greeted, playing along.


Approaching the familiar, she leaned across the counter and hugged him; her hand putting light air pressure on his ribs. While they were this close, she mouthed against his ear;


“Lucky me, finding you first”


Sarcasm hinted her voice, but she did enjoy playing with him.


Pulling away from Foster, she left her hand on his back as she turned towards Tristan;


“Just an old friend” She explained, nuzzling at Foster’s neck.


Quickly stepping away, she grabbed onto Tristan’s arm and pulled him sharply away from the counter;


“I’ll see you later though, Foster; there was food promised at the end of this trip” she noted.
 
After finishing the house, the whole thing spotless, and Rhys sat on the window sill. Taking out the phone, she looked at it before turning it on. After an hour of just messing with it, she learned how to work it pretty well, considering most of the time she had spent playing with it was trying to unlock it. Putting it away again, she silently climbed up to the attic, to her room and debated on calling that guy tomorrow. He really did seem nice, and it was the least she could do and as she fell onto her mattress, she looked out the attic window and sighed happily.
 
"Of course! Farewell,for now,Hope!" Yes...Farewell indeed... He silently pulled a small shard of bone from Hope's leg,and sealed the wound. Like the two in the diner,she should not have felt a thing. Foster slipped Hope's bone shard into his pocket,and waved them farewell. When they left,Foster returned to the back room,and saw Lamaar trying to feed from a wig stand. "Lamaar! No! There aren't any brains in there." Lamaar squeaked sadly,and hopped off,and began to skitter about the room.
 
Hope was reaching to take the wig but suddenly decided to put the wigs away. He was confused for the moment but decided to remain silent as the store keep walked out and greeted the two of them with a professional -Don't touch that- kind of entrance. He didn't like the man, but at least he wasn't yelling at them.


Tristan wanted to say something in response to "The Spirits", but went against it to avoid angering the man. He knew nothing about him after all and wanted this meeting to start and end on a relatively positive note. Tristan paid little attention to the man's attire, it seemed normal for the area and situation after all.


"And I'd never thought I'd see you here,Hope! It just doesn't seem your thing."


The shop keep said. The man felt cold, Tristan thought, still remaining quiet. It was obvious they knew each other, and they seemed friendly, but something seemed off. He decided to just let it slide for now and remain silent.


"Lucky me ,finding you first."


With that Tristan was curious. Hope sounded as though she expected to find him, as well as others. He was curious but decided to remain quiet until they were at least alone. The sarcasm she had held was put everything off though. The situation as a whole was confusing Tristan, and he wanted to know what was going on...


Hope grabbed his arm, speaking again. He decided to just follow her and get out of the place.


Tristan remained quiet for awhile, pointing out a couple places here and there until they arrived on the road to his place.
 
Tristan was probably left confused by the encounter with her classmate but he didn’t say anything about it. Hope was happy for the fact, as no back-story was coming to mind on how to explain their relationship without explaining everything.


At least Tristan was safe; Foster couldn’t have taken a look at his heart with her protecting him, and she liked it that way. Speaking of the brunette, he was leading her down a road to where she assumed he lived.


“Any vacancies on your street?” she questioned, smiling


“I wouldn’t mind being close to my first human friend” she explained, slipping up.


Hand flying up to cover her own mouth, she coughed and hoped he wouldn’t look far into what she had said, trying to brew up the next excuse.
 
"Any vacancies on your street?"


Hope asked, as the two of them were crossing the road.


"No idea to be honest. I don't get out much"


Tristan looked as though he were about to say more, but remained silent. No point going further into detail on pointless stuff he thought. As Hope started to speak he looked over to her.


"I wouldn't mind being close to my first human friend."


He shrugged.


"I aint all that human."


He laughed lightly, trying to hide it. Though her choice of words were odd ones he left it at that. Hope was an odd person, but seemed friendly. He looked over and saw her covering her mouth, he hid his suspicion. -What's going on- He thought, though just continuing towards the door.


Tristan and Hope arrived at his front door, while unlocking it he asked her what she'd like to eat. He unlocked the door and opened it for her.


 
"I aint all that human." He commented


Hope felt relief wash through her veins at the statement and after a moment dropped her hand.


“Uhm. Anything, really…I’m so hungry I could eat a horse” she noted,


As he opened the door for her, she took a brief glance down each side of the street looking for a ‘Vacancy’ sign. There wasn’t one she spotted, and she frowned before entering the threshold; taking off her shoes and setting down her bag. Taking a few steps into the entrance hallway, she looked around before waiting for Tristan to show her the way.
 
Kali looked at her hands; Scraped and dirty. "Great!" She grumbled and got up. "Where can I find someone to talk to?" She asked herself, then saw Hope through a window at Tristen's house. She casually walked up to the door and knocked.
 
Tristan sighed inward and tried thinking of what there was. Never really any left overs since he never ate them. Letting the air out he pointed towards a door. "That's the kitchen, grab anything you'd like. I'll be doing the same in a minu-"


Someone knocked on the door stopping Tristan in the middle of his sentence. He walked over and looked out the window before unlocking the door and opening it. "Hello??"


Tristan's home


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