<font color='#000000'>OOC Stuffs: Timestampin's: 36 of Mia, 81378 Um, intended for Okkie to join in on, however all are welcome (if you can figure out a serious way to work yourself in.) Lookit me, maw! I'm IC! The alabaster 'dragon glanced about the room suspiciously - it had, after all, taken him nearly all day to get the dorm to himself. The day had gone rather slow; in fact, it lacked any event whatsoever, and soon, the pendragon found the horrid boredom too much to bear. It was not long before he came to seek an alternative form of entertainment. He had sat down at their entertainment center, loading several games in to their many video game consoles; but to no avail. He then went to flip through the television channels, alas, nothing was on. For some reason, most of the channels came in rather fuzzy, and the ones that didn't weren't anything particularly interesting - the Pendragon Evangelical Network and the Classic Human Movie Network. He grabbed some popcorn and tried to sit through the full length of some obscure human science fiction movie with the enigmatic title "The Matrix," however he found it far too primitive to be entertaining, though the story was mildly enthralling. However, it had been done a million times before, it would be done a million times again. Besideswhich, issues pertaining to human freedom were not of much concern for him, considering humans were no longer in existence. He did, however, take time to chuckle at the seeming pointlessness of their existence. They even took the time to make a movie about it. How sad. He sighed, flipping off the television. All the while his roommate, Okkie, had been scuffling about the room, doing one thing or another, but not being particularly interesting - in fact, the whole day she'd seemed rather distant so he simply let her be. It was around this time, somewhere between the old movies and the binge on whatever food happened to be stocked up in their small minifridge that it struck him - there was a cure to this boredom and it was sitting in the room right near him! Over the past few weeks, Tirran had noticed that Okkie'd been acting strange - a little more irritable, a bit more scatterbrained, forgetting minor little things like phone numbers and the like. At first he shrugged it off as sickness, but as the symptoms continued, combined with the sudden, uncharacteristic disappearances of several hours with no more than a mere "'Ta!" before slamming the door behind her, he became rather suspicious. Having personal experience with such symptoms, he had rooted about in her drawers until finally, he found a medium-sized bag of a tightly packed greenish vine, rich with nondescript greenish-brown clumps and reddish crystals and hairs. Of course, at that time he had left it as it was, as he was quite afraid of the consequence of touching it, but he realized what he had owned seemed to pale in comparison to what Okkie had come in to posession of. Over time, he had merely forgotten about the substance, and continued along his way as if the discovery had never been made. But now, faced with a boredom like no other, he felt as if the plastic sandwich baggie was his only way out. He had waited another hour or two before Okkie had finally made her way from the room to lunch with a few friends. After a few minutes' delay to guarantee she would not return any time soon, he nearly dove for the dresser, pulling out the bag and selecting a fairly large sized nug from its contents to use for himself. Tsk, tsk, Okkie. Such a bad girl you are. And so selfish, too... He reached deep in to his pocket, pulling out a small, blown-glass bowl streaked with all sorts of playful colors in wispy patterns. Holding it in his teeth, he reached for his pocket again, removing a lighter. He took the small green lump in his paw, placing the lighter on the floor, and tore it up in to small pieces, stuffing them firmly in to the opening at one end of the bowl, then, picking up the lighter, he made a bee-line for his favorite bean bag chair. Taking a comfortable seat, he flicked the lighter, and after a few tries came to be successful at getting a servicable flame. He kept his finger down on the gas button as he held it to the lip of the bowl, inhaling deeply. He sighed softly. It was actually quite good, a rich and smooth sort of texture going down that was not at all rough on his throat. He held his breath, taking a relaxed look about his surroundings, then exhaling slowly. He leaned back; it would still be a minute or two before he felt anything. He repeated the process. holding his breath but a touch longer than before and exhaling just as slowly, savoring the relaxed moment. The room was already beginning to smell significantly and he allowed the contents of the bowl to smolder out. He could feel it coming on now - the dryness in his mouth, the feeling of detachment, the sense of sometimes wondering, if for but a moment, what had just happened - whether or not he had really turned his head? Closed his eyes? His ears began to ring, nonexistant songs forming from the caucaphony of noise, wafting lazily through his head as he closed his eyes, leaning back slowly. He repeated the process not once more, but five or six more times until there was nothing left in the bowl to burn, then merely collapsed, flipping the television back to cheesy human sci-fi movies, licking his lips, and burping up small bubbles of trapped smoke. His mind drifted slowly, and he began to wonder just where he had put the bag - yet reassured himself it was away. In fact, it was not. It was sitting out on the floor, along with the contents of her underwear drawer, among other things. He stared at the television, fixated, and drifted off in to a state of blissful oblivion.</font>
<font color='#000000'>They’d decided, Okkie and the Evil One, that today was a good day to surface from the foul, grime slathered underbelly of Janardan Academy. They wanted to rise up out of the gloom. Like the two unbroken moons augmenting against the night sky, which was as a curling black flame above their pinnacles. Like two bruised bats screaming from their overnight roost. Like burnished swords being pulled from undisclosed scabbards, waxing fatally, winking in the brightness, new, marvelous, scintillating. They wanted to escape the hash and the grease and the shadows that licked your feet and poked you in the ears, whether you were stoned or not. The two pendragons had spent far too much time down there, getting high, exploring each other’s minds, peeling, prying, probing. Now they knew every obscure corner of their grubby, subterranean grotto, and almost every corner of each other. It was time they climbed the stairs, emerged from the darkness, took a walk in the light… And Okkie knew just where they should go — her chamber in the dormitory wing of the school. It was a crisp, unsoiled room, windowless, but light and spacious. It was exactly the opposite of the warren they shared below. Its carpet was lush, the furniture in mint condition. All the stilted pieces in the room were polished, and the porcelain in the adjacent bathroom was glassy like fresh milk. Besides that, it had color, vivid and invigorating and welcoming. Though the young female loved the malevolent feelings associated with the basement lair, she had missed relaxing in her dormitory as of late, and she knew it would be a good reprieve from the clinging dimness of downstairs. “It will be especially good for you. You need to get some fresh air, some light. We also need to find clean clothes. Mine are all stiff, and they smell like pot.” Okkie said all this as she crept softly down the corridor, wearing her trademark mesh vest and other matching accessories. Her wings floated behind her, attached, but delicate and buoyant all the same. “You can use the shower, too. You stink, and you’re a general mess. When was the last time you bathed, anyway? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.” She cocked her cranium and peered over her shoulder, towards Kakosenas, whom slunk at her flank and slightly behind. The charcoal female was quite wound up, apprehensive, vigilant. She blinked several times, unaccustomed to the incandescent lighting that garlanded the ceilings along the hallway. Okkie momentarily felt bad for her, saw Kakos’ as a petrified animal, wanting to flee back to its coven. But she knew this little quest would be good for the plum-tufted, lemondrop-eyed femme. After all, Kakosenas, both of them, needed a respite from the constant smoking, the tedious bantering, and the uncanny, vacant silences. Though, even up here, ’Kie had a prosperous wealth of weed, and once they were in the safety of #8402, they’d roll some fresh joints, and they could both unwind in the clarity and freshness. It seemed like an eternity before the pair of devil’s sisters reached the door to Okkie’s room, and it took another minute or so before the ringed female could fish her key card from her infinite pockets. The caramel female murmured a few hushed lexis to Kakosenas, trying to pacify and soothe the keyed-up pendragon, but to no avail. She’ll feel calmer once we get inside the room, Okkie reassured herself, as she slipped the card in the electronic lock and leaned her lightweight against the door. I’ll just break out the pot, give her that joint I owe her, and then… But the pot was already broken out, she soon saw. And the perpetrator was sprawled out on the floor, just asking to be punished viciously for this odious crime. “What in unholy vokc do you think you’re doing, you piece of rodent scat? Tirran… you vokcing little weasel… you broke into my private collection! Your sorry ass isn’t worthy of my homegrown store, filthy little koms. Get the vokc out before I get out my dagger. I’m vokcing serious, too, thes brain. Get the vokc out before I slit your damn throat and hang your balls on my wall as a trophy!”</font>
<font color='#000000'>Feeling much like the felon she was, Kakosenas had trailed Okkie through the halls to the dormitories. Was her last meal and execution ahead? No. They wouldn't be that kind. They'd skip the last meal protocol. It was a pity though, since Kakos was just a little bit hungry. Okkie wasn't leading her to her demise anyway, or at least Kakosenas was under the belief that she wasn't. If a teacher were to round one of the corridors though... and spot the two of them? What if she was recognized? Kakosenas chittered nervously. She'd have to freeze them and take off. The academy was full of varied magic users. There had to be one out that could rival her elemental strength, if not surpass it. But then what about Okkie? Would Kakos have to leave her? "Are we about to cry now? Run back to our hole? Or the swamp?" queried Many, projecting himself as just a faint voice within the boundaries of Kakosenas' mind. Startled by the sudden intrusion, the coal black female twitched and clenched her fists but otherwise managed to keep up her steady pace. "No," Kakosenas mouthed in silent response. She wasn't about to back out now. On average she was a rather timid creature, until of course, she was alone with her prey... or stalking someone. But she wasn't gutless. Kakosenas had courage and that was really all that mattered at the moment. Courage and some unspoken loyalty kept her following in her friend's footsteps. Okkie had been talking to her, about what, Kakosenas could only guess. Her spoken words had gone right through the Evil One as she remained on red alert. All she caught was the rising and falling of Okkie's familiar voice. Of course, that was all that she really needed. The lights though... they hurt. So unlike the darkness and the veiled murk of the swamp. Here was pure, unfiltered light. Kakosenas found herself squinting against it as her eyes continued their wary darting dance. As they finally reached their destination and Okkie made for the door, Kakosenas swept to the side. Practically clinging to the corridor wall now as she intently watched Okkie work the door open. With the door finally open, Kakosenas starting edging Okkie impatiently to get inside. Her movements went by unnoticed however. Okkie was already rooted to the ground and spouting harsh obscenities at whoever was already inside. The words all melded together in Kakosenas' head to become one large and rather unintelligible garbled lump as she practically tripped over herself. There was something else though to. A growing heated feeling that Kakosenas felt rising in her chest. Okkie's anger. Their shared anger. Kakos needed out of the hallway. Raised voices would attract unwanted attention. With that anger coming to boil within herself, Kakosenas shoved past Okkie and into the dormitory with a low serpentine hiss. She put her left hand on the wall closest the doorm, took three small steps and stopped. Her gaze snapping back and forth between Okkie and Tirran. So this was Okkie's roommate? Okkie hadn't said a whole lot about him, but his scent often lingered on the clothes that Okkie wore. But what... What was he doing wrong? The yelling. That would explain it. She leaned back against the wall, still watching the two as her mind tried in vain to decipher and untangle the muddled spoken words.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Tirran had been enjoying himself quite a bit before the intrusion, and though it took him a few moments to process what was happening, it wasn't long before the paranoia set in - She knows I'm high... doesn't she? What if she tells someone? I could get expelled! ...She won't talk to me anymore. God, I knew I shouldn't have done this... Why me? I didn't do anything wrong. I was just bored... and now I'm going to go to jail. And I'll probably be expelled. What if I get banished!? I think the graders will... no! No! That can't be... but what if it is!? What if they're watching me right now? What if someone finds us and searches the room...? I sure hope Okkie doesn't get in trouble... His thoughts shifted to Okkie and he completely forgot what, precisely, she was doing. He waited for her to finish her piece, then glanced up at her in a daze, "'Kie, dear," he murmured, in an attempt to be somewhat slick, "You've, uh, been holdin' out on me a bit. I was just evening the score, see? I'm not mad... don't worry..." He held up his bowl, the contents of which were already hashed - "Have some and watch a movie with me, eh? If you want some sort of compensation... I have some money in my top dresser drawer." In reality, there wasn't much. But it would do, he reasoned. He had only taken a small amount, in any case - an eighth of a gram, tops. He smiled akwardly, then returned his gaze to the television. I know there was something I was concerned about, he pondered, but I can't for the life of me remember exactly what it was. It probably wasn't that important. - with that, he went about watching the movie as if nothing had happened.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Her spiteful tirade seemed to fall on deaf ears. Every hot word, every toxic letter, seemed to slip right off Tirran, as if he was made of slick rubber. The alabaster male simply lolled in front of the humming television set, completely unaware of the saber-toothed beast hovering over him, intent to kill, eyeing him like weedy prey. Tirran didn’t seem at all distressed as she poured her bitter acid on him, and this in itself caused Okkie to become more livid, more riled up. Juxtaposed to the male’s tranquility, Okkie was the raging, turbulent sea. Heat and spray beat in her body like an enraged riptide, sucking all cheerfulness and buoyancy from the room, showering the air with anguish and fury. And there was no eye to her tempest, no momentary reprieve from the wailing antagonism… Nay, her squall just got worse and worse, building up, until she unleashed another slew of lightning and thunder in the form of knifing curses. “I wasn’t holding out on you, vokcing bastard. I don’t owe you jack thes! You, mad at me? Vokcing laughable, that. You’d better ground yourself and high tail it out of here. I’m serious. I’ll severe your neck and gett down your throat, pig vokcer.” She’d been standing just inside the doorway the whole time, her chest heaving with the effort of her bellowing. But now she took a few steps into the room, slammed the soundproof door, and then whipped back to face the dazzlingly lit space. Okkie saw that Kakosenas was huddled against the wall, even more panicky now because of her friend’s ferocity, and the banded pendragon suddenly wanted to put a stopper in her wrath and console her comrade. But Tirran… he was still spread-eagle on the floor, stoned and brainless and asking to be rebuked. So all Okkie could do was pat the Evil One sympathetically on the shoulder, then spin around, crouch, and snarl an unearthly snarl right in the male’s face. “Did you really want to be castrated today, Tirran? If you think I’m kidding, or if you think this is all a figment of your vokced-up mind, you’re wrong. This is real, Tirran. This is I. Okkie. You’ve probably never seen this side of me, and you probably had no idea that I was such an angry girl. But now you know. And I don’t make threats, gett face, I make promises. And I promise you, if you don’t pay me triple what that weed was worth, then get your sorry ass out of here, Kakosenas and I will kill you. And we won’t take it fast. First, we’ll take your pride, stir fry it, and force feed it to you. Then, we’ll slowly peel off your skin, and then crucify you to the wall. Where we’ll have fun throwing salt at your bleeding sinews and sores, until you die the gravest, most agonizing of deaths. Got it…?”</font>
<font color='#000000'>The door was shut. Both their only entrance and exit. That made things a whole lot better. At least from Kakosenas' standpoint. If someone was going to come in or go out, it would be from that very door. She was still feeling quite a bit nervous though, only for a much more different reason now. She'd seen Okkie angry before, but not quite this angry. When Okkie had patted her on the shoulder, Kakosenas had jolted, a thin layer of frost escaping from her hand to coat a small portion of the wall. Kakos chittered quietly and expertly retracted her ice. Somehow she felt as if Okkie wouldn't be all that pleased if she morphed her dormitory into a winter wonderland just a few seconds after she had arrived. Although, Kakosenas reasoned, it would probably be a change for the better. Kakosenas felt her gaze wandering now, spending less and less time on the situation brewing between the two roommates and more upon her surroundings. It sure was different than what she was used to. Quite a few bright and glittery things as well. She pushed herself away from the wall, feeling like she needed a better look. To examine their possessions. Okkie's words caught her though and stopped the belt clad visitor cold. Kakosenas and I will kill you. That sole phrase followed by Okkie's extremely detailed description of torture - delicious music to her ears. An adrenaline rush coursed through her corrupt veins, making the Evil One shiver just slightly. The key word in that phrase had been "If" though. "If" he didn't. By this time Kakosenas was starting to understand what was going on. Okkie had had a drug stash here and Tirran had broken into it without asking. Stealing. He had stole from her. Stealing, at least in her books, was a crime punishable by death. Unless a bargain could be struck up. And, Okkie had already stated her terms. What if Okkie decided to back out though? It was unlikely to happen... but Kakosenas felt that she could carry through with Okkie's demands whether it was her wish or not. A faint purr escaped from Kakosenas' lips as she drew up in a crouch alongside Okkie, a few of her long offwhite tresses brushing the floor. Her eyes were now swimming and gleaming with an uncanny and eager interest in the matter at hand.</font>
