.* Caia Grey *.
"Your teleportation giving me headaches has nothing to do with sugar." Caia grumbled, looking forlornly down at the pie. It looked awful, all mixed up and mushy. "Fine, you can have it." She said sharply, thrusting the pie into Trinity's arms. "I'll take your advice and get another one from the kitchen. There's only half of that left anyway." She set her things aside and made her way to the office door. She opened the door and glanced back briefly. "If Damien and Mr. Harrison return before I do, let them know where I've gone." Closing the door behind her, Caia stretched and walked leisurely through the halls talking to herself.
"What does she mean, needing sugar for teleportation?
That's a lie. People need energy. En-er-gy!" Caia rested a hand on the hilt of her sword, unconsciously gripping and un-gripping it. "Well, sugar does give some degree of energy, but it doesn't last long... I think." It wasn't like she was an health expert or anything. She just ate balanced meals out of habit. Her grandfather always droned about the importantnce of a balanced diet, though since Caia left the artic, she's been eating more food after discovering the many varieties. While hiding in the artic, there wasn't much of a choice, so Caia was thrilled after opening to the rest of the world.
Speaking of what her grandfather used to say... Caia looked down at her shirt and noticed the bloodstains again. She sighed and buttoned her jacket up to hide them. Sooner or later, she'll have to change again, but at the moment Caia didn't feel like it. Still, in order not to get stopped in the hallways, she would have to hide them. After drinking that full-healing potion, she was no longer injured, so the blood was almost like a fashion statement now. A very dark fashion statement. Yeah, walking around with bloodstains was probably not the best of ideas.
Caia turned a corner, smiling as she came upon the kitchen doors. "Chef!" she called, poking her head through the door. "Hey, do-- Oh." Caia's eyes fell upon three students instead of the kitchen staff she expected to see. "What are you three doing here?" Apparently, judging by the cookies and their approach at the door, they were about to leave from thievery.
.* I want to protect, so I will dirty my hands for you *.