...........................∂aмιen ѕтave. ...............Damien had assumed he'd be teaching. Even if Trinity had been awake she would have found a way out of it. Cordell was... Well Damien has doubts as to whether Cordell was still in the school or not since he hadn't seen him for a while. Cordell had probably been drinking and drawing again and Damien would probably go tell him off sometime in the near future, when he could be bothered to hunt him down. Caia would probably be the best choice for teaching since she hadn't got a bullet wound in her shoulder nor a cut across her throat, but Damien was bored and for once actually wanted to teach. Admitedly it was only to take his mind off things but he still wanted to teach nonetheless. which was odd because he never normally wanted to.
He'd slipped out of the infirmary once again, and made his way to how classroom, taking the long route so he could check on his sister. Once he was sure Trinity was alright, and it didn't seem like she would wake up, he made his way to his classroom. Damien sunk down into his chair and checked the bandages on his shoulder and neck. He then waited for the bell to go and the students to start turning up.
ѕєєιиg мσяє нєαяιиg мσяє - ιѕ тнαт яєαℓℓу ℓινιиg мσяє؟
...........................jayne gυιld. ...............Jayne had been told by the nurses her hearing was fine, and that she wasn't allowed to play near the speaker system again. She'd asked if they were purposely trying to make her feel like an inferior child when they'd wound her up to the extremes of stepping out of her shyness. The nurses had deemed that if she were well enough to answer back, she was well enough to go to class and had sent her off to the next class with a note for Damien.
From the Infirmary Staff wrote:Damien Stave if you do not get back
here this instant we will come and
drag you back into bed.
Jayne had agreed to deliver the note after eating breakfast, and headed down to the breakfast hall, just taking a bowl of cereal and milk because it was at the end of the counters and didn't require talking to a chef and asking for it.
тнe qυιeт are capaвle oғ вecoмιng тнe вιggeѕт ѕтorмѕ
...........................jacĸѕon eмory & яιѕку мι∂мσσи. ...............Jackson had woken to find himself in the infirmary, with a bunch of nurses staring at him curiously. He sat up with a yell, a bit freaked out by all the nurses just after he'd woken.
"Well, we didn't expect that to work..." One of the nurses started, and begun to help Jackson sit up.
"What?" Jackson struggled into a seated position and grabbed the glass of water from the bedside, taking a drink.
"It was an experimental procedure, with 12% chance of success.""Great... That's brilliant to know... Can I go now?" He could hear Risky in his head complaining there was lack of food in this place and he had to admit he was hungry too.
"Yes I guess so. Make sure you get some actual food inside you though."Jackson pulled a face once the nurses back was turned and headed down to the breakfast hall, ordering twice as much as a normal person would for breakfast. He looked around for anyone he knew and spotted Ethel, "Morning sleepwalk, can I sit with you or are the seats taken up by imaginary people around here?"
aғтer all - a candle can вe eхтιngυιѕнed вy a ѕιмple вreaтн
...........................aιden тнorn. ...............Aiden had turned up to class early, mostly because he wanted to take his mind off the death of his sister and winding up a teacher was the way he'd chosen to go about it. He had abandoned that plan when it looked like Damien was worst off than him. He'd taken a seat at the back of the class instead and sunk into his thoughts waiting for breakfast to be over and the other students to turn up.
ѕтaв мe ιn тнe вacĸ мeтapнorιcally, ι'll reтυrn тнe ғavor lιтerally
...........................laυrιe anne croѕѕ. ...............Laurie was not happy. She had a hatred of all things scary and the Affected were definitely one of those things. She'd slept pretty badly, hidden under a duvet for fear that they would come after her in her sleep. She'd learnt that Angela had died, and that had both upset her and terrified her more. Because Angela had always been the one in the dorm who would happily kill anything on sight. Laurie was also scared to the point of carrying a pointy weapon with her at all times now. A thirteen year old, so scared they would carry a weapon around with them was a rare thing indeed and wasn't at all good. She'd gotten a dagger and a set of bow and arrows and was now attempting to hit targets with the arrows.
ι киσω єνєяу єνιℓ тнσυgнт уσυ'яє тнιикιиg
...........................тrιnιтy ℓσυя∂ кane...............Trinity groaned softly as she finally began to wake up, she’d had headaches before but this one was beyond compare. Trinity had only been living for the past three years, and she was prepared to fight anything for her chance at freedom. Driven by this she’d survived her mind being put back together and gained dominance over Solitude who had simply been fighting because she had been told to.
The war inside Trinity’s mind had subsided, Solitude had fallen back to sleep in the depths of the hunters mind and left a broken mind in her place. Trinity’s soul had been split for too long for there not to be any after effects, and Trinity’s mind was in pieces as she tried to sort everything out. Everything was a jumble and there was a haze covering her mind clouding her thoughts.
Trinity’s eyes shot open, her eyes began to focus on the room around her and she calmed down and relaxed when she realised where she was. She pulled herself upright, and drew her knees against her chest, wrapping the blankets around herself. She didn’t realise it at first, and when she did she tried to stop, but in the end she gave up; tears were pouring down her cheeks.
After ten minutes of pitiful crying, Trinity pulled herself together and stumbled out of bed. “Crying never solved anything.” Her clothes were a mess, and it was no surprise, she’d been attacked by mermaids, a dragon, some demons... It was a miracle they’d managed to stay intact. Her hair was a mess, filled with leaves and twigs and dirt and nonsense. Her face was a mess, eyes all red and puffy from crying. The curse marks from her and Solitude’s ‘argument’ had mostly faded by now, not enough energy had been put in them to make them real. There were cuts and bruises all over from the various fights and she decided it was going to be a shower that would sort this mess out. It took a while to make her look near presentable, though the hot shower and some fresh clothes did a world of good.
She would’ve teleported straight to Damien’s office, but she felt like she had caused her brother enough trouble. The same reasoning stretched to Caia and Kage, and any other people she had just attempted to kill. True they said they could over look her demonic ways, but there had to be a limit for how evil someone could be and still keep their friends, she knew they’d be more cautious around her from now on. So she decided to go see someone else instead, someone who was used to her demonic ways. She strapped her swords to her back and found her mask. Trinity then teleported to a stone circle, one that was too far away for Damien to sense summons at. She took her phone out of her pocket and made a call as she began to open a portal. Thick clouds of demonic energy wrapped around the remaining stones and Trinity stepped into the portal as it appeared.
ѕнoυld we ℓινe тo eхрeтαтιonѕ or ғιgнт тo вreaĸ тнeм?