ᴀᴄʜᴀᴢ ᴇᴍᴏʀʏ (ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ)
ᴛᴀᴢᴢɪᴇ ᴋᴀɴᴇ
Tazzie kept a tight grip on the photo in her pocket while the other hand held tightly to Desme's. She was grateful for the comfort she'd always wanted when she was a child. Though Desme was talking about something important, Tazzie's heart was in something else. She was thinking about her future, about that photo in her hand. About the future that she wanted right now, she looked so happy in the photograph. She ran her fingers through her hair for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on her face. "I'm gonna have kids and a big family..." She turned to grin at Esme, "What about Kieran and Alexandria... Or perhaps Arthur and Robyn..."
Achaz smiled faintly as he listened to Tazzie's talk. When the teacups clattered about as they fell onto the saucers, he picked them up and carefully set them back on the grass where they could not shatter against one another. The moment the last cup was set down, he stood and disappeared. "Staying out of trouble is not as easy as it should be."
Tazzie blinked a few times and then smiled at her cousin, "Type 1 Parasite. Alright. Let's go kill it." She frowned a little and gently messed up her cousin's hair. "Who's going to be there? If it's Valentine then Castanet will be jealous of both of us."
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Jayne frowned a little, swung her legs off the bed and got to her feet. "Really? Are you being serious or are you making that all up?" She tilted her head to the side as she thought about it. Quietly the followed Lars down the corridor, snatching up her flute from the bed as she did so. "I don't know where a teacher might be. Perhaps we could try the staff room."
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴇᴍᴏʀʏ
ʀɪsᴋʏ ᴍɪᴅᴍᴏᴏɴ
Jackson nodded, "To help with Lars's insanity." He glanced down into the maze and then pointed in a direction for Alex to start crawling. "Go that way, they are heading in the opposite direction."
Risky giggled and followed Yuri, "Runnnnn the stinky demons are going to catch uppp!"
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________He'd decided to stay out of the way of all the other students, it was after all difficult to talk to them and Taylor had decided not to even bother trying. He'd instead gone to the library, searched the shelves for a book that he wanted to read, and bought it to the front lawn. He curled up amongst the tall grasses not far from the edge of the woods and started to read. The device he needed to talk was some way away with his bag and a bottle of orange juice that he'd looted from the kitchens.
He turned a page and his hand turned to stone, completely unmoveable stone. He grunted in irritation and sat up, glaring at his stone hand. A faint noise came from his mouth in frustration and then all of a sudden he was no longer bothered with his hand. He could feel his insides shifting and becoming heavier, suddenly he was unable to breathe.