...........................∂aмιen ѕтave. ............... Damien made his way over to Cordell when he heard his name called, with heightened senses it was easy to get distracted by everything that was going on around him. He had picked up the smell of dried blood, though that had been before he'd been distracted by some squirrels a few trees away. He came to a stop next to the other teacher, "Yup, smells like blood..." The gold left his appearance as he shut off his heightened senses. He didn't exactly like that smell, it was pretty disgusting. he pushed his glasses back on and looked around to see if there was any more blood and evidence of struggles. He was wondering what may have happened. Though people getting attacked by tigers was a likely guess.
ѕєєιиg мσяє нєαяιиg мσяє - ιѕ тнαт яєαℓℓу ℓινιиg мσяє؟
...........................coυncιlor deryn croѕѕ. &
coυncιlor adelaιde eмory. &
coυncιlor тнσяιѕαи ѕтανє................ Of course Adelaide Emory had been listening to whatever had been going on in the council meeting. That water fountain outside was just turning all the colours of the rainbow by its self. She did look like she was paying attention to whatever Thorisan Stave was talking about however, so she was getting away with her lack of attention. She had her ‘thoughtful’ face on. That’s how Adelaide sat through most meetings that weren’t important.
To her left, Deryn Cross wasn’t paying attention either. He was talking to his wife. He was also getting away with this since by talking, he was simply reading her thoughts. His wife was sat by one of the pools on the island and he was trapped in the council chambers. His wife was more like a friend, it had been a marriage of convenience in attempt to bring more members to the dwindling numbers of the Cross family, though in the month that they’d been married the pair had studiously been avoiding meeting face to face.
Thorisan Stave had been trying to talk to the present council members about the rebuilding of Claie Academy, though it was a warm day outside and he was aware that not many or any, other councillors were actually listening.
In any case, the appearance of Trinity Kane gave everyone something interesting to focus on. She arrived straight after her distress call appeared on the screen on the wall,
’Put pocket watch in vaults or people will die. TK.’ She crashed to the floor in the centre of the tables, unconscious, covered in a generous amount of blood. The pocket watch that had been talked about in the message lay in her open hand.
The fountain outside had gone bright orange with Adelaide's shock at the sudden appearance of Trinity. Her family heirloom, much more alive than any other heirlooms hid under her hair sensing a possible threat. Nove the squirrel had once been a bracelet until Adelaide had accidentally dropped it into a pool of energy. Now, Nove the squirrel barely left Adelaide's side. The demon hunter reached up to catch Nove before he caused trouble. Adelaide frowned at how cryptic Trinity's message had been, though by the looks of things, Trinity didn't exactly get much time to focus on the wording of the message. It seemed like she'd rushed to finish it before she passed out.
Deryn had always sympathised with the half demon, due to her saving his life, and was the only councillor who knew about Trinity’s half-demon side and her twin brother. Though, that was simply because he could read minds. He did keep it secret from the other councillors however, since Trinity had saved his life in the Cross family attack and had threatened to cut out his tongue if he told anyone her secrets. So he was the first up out of his seat. He checked Trinity’s pulse and freed the watch from her hands after calling the guards into the room to take Trinity down to the infirmary. He stood up with the watch in hand and frowned when he turned it over, since the watch had the Grey crest on the back of it, it wasn’t his to deal with. “Amos, I believe that you need to take a look at this one.” He crossed the room to the Grey councillor and dropped the pocket watch into his hands.
ѕσмєтιмєѕ, ωнαт'ѕ вєѕт fσя σтнєяѕ σνєяяυℓєѕ ωнαт'ѕ вєѕт fσя уσυяѕєℓf
a perѕon wнo deѕerveѕ мy loyalтy receιveѕ ιт
waтer ιѕ neιтнer ғrιend nor eneмy.
