\\ OOC: Okay; finally found something to say that didn't sound utterly retarded! XP \\ IC Cynik had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping open as the ice-femme tore out the poor student's eyes with a sickening 'pop'. As she walked away, some force of magic sent the ruby liquid back to its' source, and he shied away from it. He was rightly afraid - though he wasn't sure of what, exactly. The ice-femme made him nervous, but didn't scare him. The druggie he'd unintentionally injured made him curious, and probably a little irritated. Salty he surprisingly felt for, and hoped to help out of this mess. Maybe his fear lay in his past, and having seen the carnage of his lifeless parents, seeing Kakos tear apart this student brought him back in time? He saw the visions of the past almost daily - it was why his disposition was so surly. But he'd never been afraid before now. Perhaps it was because today he'd just stumbled across someone actually capable of such horrific murder. He'd searched for most of his life, unable to find the murderer. And now, here was one, right before his eyes. Trailing away as if she tortured people daily, as if nothing had even happened. Her injured accomplice was naggingly voicing her complaints, which at this junction, Cynik paid no attention to. He looks to Salty. Both the female's backs were turned. They were wandering away. Should they run for it? Would that be an act of cowardice? Or self-preservation? Would they chase? The injured one would probably throw a hissy fit, and the ice-femme may be tired.. but would that stop them from ever coming after Salty and him? Or just fuel their fire to eventually hunt them down and do to them what Kakos had just done to the poor tan-colored student. He was in this now, to protect Salty. He'd leave the final decision to him. <span style='color:#FA8630'>{What do we do now?}</span>
((OOC: Sorry for the late reply, but it's hard to think up ideas sometimes. Bit hard to believe we're improvising the whole time sometimes.)) He had taken the time to recover from the shock of the incident. Salty didn't bother to look back, hearing the sickening pops as the now-lifeless Jecht's eyes were removed. Enough of the carnage, he was thinking. I'm not going to meet the same fate today. What are Bhei and uncle Tono gonna do if I die? He swallowed. Then he heard pawsteps - some away from him, some towards him. Turning his head, he saw Cynik, who looked concerned. That was good. He wasn't sure if concern was normal for him, but that didn't matter. Right now, what mattered was that they were both alive. {What do we do now?} Cynik's telepath made Salty shrug. He was confused and scared, that was plain. The stench of burnt blood made him cringe and want to run. Then there was Kakos... quickly he reached a conclusion. If they ran, they had a chance of getting away and perhaps being able to alert one of the staff... but if they went with them, they might not try to kill them. A sentance ran through his mind, one that Cynik could pick up. Better safe than sorry. We'd better go with them until we have the opportunity to escape unscathed. Little did he know that they were being watched... and it wasn't by Kakos or Okkie, either...
Kakosenas wiped her hands on her clothes out of habit. Bloody hands, bloody clothes. Wet wiping on wet. It didn't make much of a difference. Okkie was speaking to her now. It took the Evil One a while in order to interpret and understand her words. She was still winding down out of her own world after all. Yet she managed to answer Okkie back all the same without even a slow of pace. "Evidence? Oh... they'll find me eventually. Perhaps they already have. I can't play hide and seek forever. This game I play is by no means eternal." Kakos said, her voice unusually quiet and impassive. That was what Kakosenas hoped anyway. That someday she'd reach an ending point. Someday it would just be game over. That it would all be over. "I'd like to know something about the end though," she whispered half-questioningly to Okkie. "When we reach it, the end I mean, where will you be? Will you play victim against me in order to lessen your penalties, or stand beside me as my partner?" It was a loyalty-binding question, and most likely would seal Okkie's fate completely if she were to answer it in Kakos' favour. Kakosenas shrugged, then waved off her own question with her left hand. "You don't have to answer," she followed up quickly. "Not now anyway. We need to get cleaned up first. Don't worry about any other tracks. I'll take care of them." One couldn't help but notice the slight backward incline of Kakosenas' head directed towards Cynik and Salty as she had mentioned the word "tracks". They were tracks after all. Walking, living and breathing tracks that led right to the both of them. Evidence that could and would speak unless silenced properly.
Kakosenas’ question was swift and intense, and as Okkie absently grasped her maimed limb, she pondered her rejoinder. What exactly did the Evil One mean by this inquiry? The question itself reminded the banded pendragon about a tale she once heard, an earthen one, about a human called Christ. According to ancient lore, he had been a savior to the humans, and he had had a dozen apostles whom had been his best companions. Peter was the name of his closest confidante, and when it came time for Christ to be persecuted, Peter had turned away from his friend, had betrayed him. The worst part was, Peter had insisted that he would never leave his friend’s side, would never dare to disown him — but he had. So now that Okkie was faced with the same question, she wondered how she would answer, or if she should answer at all. Because what if she, like Peter, thought she had the guts to say ‘yes’, but when push came to shove, she could not back up what she had said? And then, to say ‘no’ would be a crushing blow to deal to hers and Kakos’ still-budding comradeship. Even so… the Angry One felt she should offer her consort a response of some sort, even if it was abstract. “You know, I don’t know. I mean, I would love to tell you that I will stick by your side until the end, no matter what. Because I would love to actually do that, be the kind of pendragon who would put their life down for the sake of a friend, no matter what the consequences. But then, I am nothing special, and no super-hero. I have weaknesses, and even if I thought I was resolved, I could back out on you in that critical moment, and I would not, therefore, want to say yes, and live an icy lie. The only answer I can give you is that I will try to stand by you until the end, no matter how sticky things get. I fear the penalties your friendship can bring upon me, but suffering with a friend makes the whole situation that much easier…" Ah, and now she was just rambling. Okkie quietly shut her maw, still grappling with her secreting arm, and the two proceeded down the corrider, now bound in silence. For a moment, the younger of the two females could feel a presence lurking behind them, one besides the two she knew were there — and she flicked her cranium around to take a look-see. Nothing was there, besides Pussy and Bitter, and she gave them both a steely look. The caramel pendragon then faced front again, breathing slowly as she lead the way to her dormitory.
\\ OOC: I will reply! ;_; Yiss I will! Somewhere in the near future. =P I have an exam tomorrow and on tuesday. durrr. wednesday! i will post wednesday. *nod* // LOL. Yiss. Bloody freakin' liar, am I. *hides from beatings* But.. FINALS ARE ALMOST OVER!!! *celebrates* XD Here is my reply. Jiss. *cackles* \\ IC Cynik didn't reply telepathically to Salty, he just nodded the slightest bit. Unfortunately for the two of them, he happened to agree with the youth - they had better follow the witch duo. Or else. This was evidenced enough by the ice-femme referred to them as tracks. Personally, he didn't want to be considered something so out-in-the-open. And he certainly didn't want to be covered up. And then the one he'd unintentionally injured gave the two of them an undescribable glare. He didn't think she was too much of a physical threat anymore. But she'd yet to show any magical capabilities. And what with her steel'd mind being what it was, he would have no way of finding out the hidden secrets. He was tempted, though. Tempted to try again. Tempted to explore the evil one's mind, at least. She had to have personal demons, maybe ones worse than himself. Especially with the bloody display they'd just witnessed. There was no way to be unaffected by the torment that she'd put the student through. But he had to ignore it. He couldn't explore her psyche. For now. And he had to follow. That was all he could do - follow. In a sorry attempt to offer what little protection he could, he starts hiking after the females, destination: the caramel one's dorm room. He'd stay between Salty and the demon-girls. They seemed wary of his size. That was more than enough that he could use as intimidation. Salty was not without his hidden cards, of course. Especially with his combustible ability. But the ice-femme seemed eager to throw the youth around whenever he was within grabbing distance. So, with Cynik's impressive size to outweigh the equation, the liklihood of Salty being injured - for the time being, anyway - was lessened. This made the heartless brute a little bit proud. Hey, it was something. Now he had to find out why they were going. The obvious reasons had already been stated. Bandages, drugs, safer place to hide. But what else would be accomplished in this room of hers? What if a roomate decided to walk in? Were they planning another murder? Theirs, perhaps? He didn't want to think about it. But he had to. Had to consider all the possibilities, and have at least vague plans on reactions, should it happened. Forewarned is forearmed. He hoped his racing mind would arm him enough against these conniving females.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>*whimpers madly*</td></tr></table> All Salty could do was remain quiet as he stood up, walking behind the larger male. His charcoal-coloured "fur" seemed to have lost its gleam, and his pure white eyes were blank... not their usual blank, but a truly blank... blank. He was lost in his thoughts and emotions, and it was rather easy to pick up a thought from him in those moments. He was worrying. Part of him was telling himself that he shouldn't panic, that he should focus on trying to find a way out of this mess as soon as possible. Another part was full of emotion, full of worry... for his safety, and what would happen if he died. How would Tono, Bhei, Avalon and Korax react? He never liked socialising, but... how would his room mate react if he died, too? Right now, he was in a miserable situation. Because of frustration, he had gotten himself into a mess, where two evil females were conspiring, possibly to kill them... a total stranger was his only way of surviving this whole ordeal, apart from his newly discovered fire powers... was it pyrokinesis? Because if it was, then he at least had something to fight the evil ones with... In his thoughts, he failed to notice the one behind him. He failed to hear the footsteps, and see the shadow... until he heard a voice speak. The result was a sharp yelp, and he leapt back. Red flames now licked his paws, but they didn't get any further than that. Not just that, but they weren't even burning the floor... but he was very obviously surprised, and with a very, very good reason: the one following them had spoken. One thought raced through his mind... This is gonna be a REALLY bad day... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Who are Avalon and Korax? Friends of Salty. They're not real chars... yet...</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I'm... here. Yay. No more exams for a while now.</td></tr></table> It was a queer twist of fate that lured the winged sprite into the dungeons that evening; or at least she thought it was evening. One could never tell once they were within the bowels of the school, and artificial lighting was the only source of illumination. She wasn't about to dwell on the thought for much longer than a second or two - the lacewinged pendragon had the attention span of a goldfish unless she was particularly intrigued. The 'dragon in question flitted from rafter to rafter with little to do, even the thrill of breaking the rules in a school that she had left long ago wearing off fast. Besides, there was a bit of a musty smell down here; a mix of some kind of illegal drugs and the metallic tang of blood. It wasn't anything of interest - Hexa'd rather not intrude on a pair of juveniles engaging in some type of violent, drug-induced bondage intercourse. Though it didn't hurt once and a while. Yawning, the Ranger flicked her translucent wings distastefully. This wasn't quite what she had expected to be doing; usually there was something a tad more exciting to do. For example, stumbling upon a law-breaking student and tampering with their minds until she grew bored and left them to ponder her identity. It was amusing to see them nearly pissing themselves, only for her to disappear with a crackling pop in the peak of their anxiety. With this standard in mind, Notalus cocked a masked head and made her way to the staircase that led to a different section, one that wasn't against the rules to enter. Of course, not being a student or faculty member, everything was pretty much off-limits to the pint-sized Master. The dorm levels were usually quiet, and today was no great exception if one counted out the spontaneous screams and slamming of doors. Typical teenagers with their constant flow of emotional angst and similar issues; nothing out of the ordinary to Hexa. An avid grounds trespasser she came to recognize the many tones of voice through the concrete walls and the behaviors which soon ensued. She was a Ranger, and Rangers had the Ranger duty of observing and taking notes when they weren't off on other Ranger-like duties. Hex' had intentions of doing neither, but the gentle tug of her conscience told her that something was up that wasn't quite the usual. The female descended a floor by air - careful to silence her wings as she hugged the rough ceiling and slowly progressed down the hallway. She heard voices, and they didn't seem to be a happy sort, or ones you would expect to hear after a breakup. They were muffled and eerie; Hexa couldn't make out the exact words, but she continued her silent approach anyways. The Ranger's first crash to reality was a multitude of scents, mostly those she couldn't relate to but one that stung her in a faintly familiar way. It was the smell of a certain 'kangaroo-tailed' canine, and with a silent revelation she realized that the pendragon didn't even have a kangaroo tail at all. Wow, she really must have smoked some heavy hash that morning. The Mastery of a trade did not give her reason to barge into a potentially sticky situation without precaution - even if she knew one of them. One of her priorities was to be in one piece by the end of the day, and though she wondered how much a group of teenagers (she assumed) could do, Hexa kept her guard up. Wings brushed the crag of the ceiling ever-so-silently as her mind wandered dangerously amongst her thoughts. It was a light disturbance that was near impossible to have been heard, but the Ranger took the benefit of the doubt and perched herself under the lip of a rafter. She silenced her wings again, lest they risked the discovery of her whereabouts again. Right now she would content herself to listen.
Their progress through Janardan’s corridors now was slow (no shit). Not because of Bitter and Pussy. No. The two of them were being rather obedient for the time being. The quartet was now taking extra measures to remain quiet. Each and every footstep seemed to sound off alarms inside of Kakosenas’ mind. She was tense. Her heart fluttering sporadically inside of her breast. They could be caught. At any given moment, they could be caught. Someone on night patrol could just round the corner and stumble onto the unlikely pack of travelers. An insomniac student could slip out of their dormitory for a nighttime walk… And then what? They could be blocked in, they could, she could… Kakosenas cast a sidelong glance at Okkie. Kakos had been somewhat awed into silence by the Angry One’s response to her loyalty-binding question earlier. Okkie hadn’t responded with a yes. In all truth, Kakosenas would have been suspicious of such an affirmative answer. Yet, Okkie hadn’t given her a negative answer either. Instead she had danced along the middle road and had dished Kakos out an intelligent answer that took the guise of a maybe. However, included in that maybe was the word “try". Trying was a concept that Kakos was quite familiar with. She hadn’t responded to Okkie’s retort verbally, but a faint smile had twitched at the dark one’s mouth. She’d accepted the answer. After quite some time of painstaking silence and stalking through the halls, they finally arrived at the entrance to Okkie’s dormitory. Kakosenas hung back a little, letting Okkie go ahead to open the electronic door. Moving like a shadow, Kakos seemed to stretch over and across the width of the hall. She hovered in place directly opposite the door to the dorm. She then hooked her thumbs into some of the folds present on her tattered clothes. She ducked her head demurely and tilted it to the side as she looked back to Saltamus and Cynik. Their pace had faltered a bit when they’d realized that they had finally reached their destination. “Don‘t be shy now. You‘ve made it this far," Kakosenas purred, a friendly smile riddling her features.
<h4>Out of Character</h4> If anything in my following post is completely whacked, just give me a swift kick. It's been a really long time since this my last post in this thread, and it's been quite a while since I wrote any post at all, really. <h4>In Character</h4> The quartet lapsed into a deadly sort of silence as they continued to wend their way to Okkie's dormitory. The two females in front, casting wary glances backwards every once in a while, and their unwitting 'guests' tagging along at a hesitant but swift pace. They covered ground fairly quickly, and it wasn't long before the group approached #8402. In the future, the banded female would find a home in a completely different wing of the dormitories, in a much more posh space. But, for now, she had this basic pad. She slipped the key into the electronic lock, and the door slid open on its tracks to expose a clean but simple dormitory. "Come on in," Okkie said as she stepped over the threshold. The pain in her arm gave an abrupt stab, and she winced. She then headed to her direct right, towards the bathroom. She knew there was medicine in there, something to take the edge off this agony. And she trusted Kakosenas to show the boys in, escort them inside and then lock the door behind them. Inside the tiny cubby hole of a bathroom, the young female stared at her reflection in the mirror over the sink. She looked extremely pale beneath her cinnamon fur, and her Kanji tattoo was glowing an angry white. She also saw that her clothes were dirty, and her hair was greasy. "Gross," she said to herself. Then, she skewed her reflection by opening the mirror. Okkie pawed through the contents, found a container, and unscrewed the cap with a deft hand. She poured countless capsules into her hand, and commenced to gulp the entire handful. She then turned on the faucet, and leaned down to take a drink of water to wash the tablets down. When she straightened back up, Okkie sighed. She was getting weary. She needed a shower, and a change of clothes, to freshen herself up. She stepped back out of the bathroom, for the most part ignoring her company. Right now, she wanted to change. She made a bee-line to her dresser, found some fresh clothes, and then darted back into the bathroom, with naught but a, "Be out in a few."
