28 Oct 2018, 05:44
Initial Impressions
Godmod Permission granted by Kaegen Deathmote
October 3rd, 2018
Evening
Evening
The temperature was sinking with the sun, but it’s rays still cast out across the open grounds of the ancient Scottish castle. The air was brisk as the warmth of the local star went on its journey to illuminate other parts of the planet. A woman was walking along the grass, enjoying the last dying gasp of light that would struggle out for the next 20 minutes. She had her black studded coat on, a barrier to the cooling air outside. A scarf was wrapped around her neck, and she wore a pair of blue jeans and black leather boots. Her raven hair reflected a white sheen from the remaining sunlight. It was a beautiful evening, and she was taking it all in. The beautiful lake, the foreboding forest, the….boy staring in terror at a small wolf spider on a tree. That was, well, odd. Not something Aoi encountered often. An investigation was called for, and Aoi would answer.
The grass gave way to her boots as she strode over to the young child. She’d only been here for three days, but staying idle was hardly her style. She was on the lookout for anything odd or out of place. And this certainly fits that definition so far. The boy looked pale. Far too pale for his own good. His hair was black and shaggy, and he wore a cape. Well, that seemed like something a little boy would do. Perhaps he was arachnophobic? Maybe he needed help. The distance was closed as she pondered until she was upon the boy.
If she really wanted to, she could’ve snuck up upon the child. Hell, if he was totally focused on the spider, she probably could’ve done it without trying at all. But she made sure her footsteps could be heard. She didn't want to startle him. And even in the fading light, she became more aware of the paleness of his skin. Did he have some kind of sickness? She flowed around him smoothly, promptly kneeling down in front of him. She glanced down at the little spider, which seemed as terrified as the boy. It was a like a battle of wills. Who would give first? Aoi didn’t have time for that. She had one arm wrapped around her knees as she knelt and put her free hand, one finger extended out, in front of the small spider. The creature climbed onto her finger, and she rose back up, not saying a word so far. She walked away from the tree carrying the arachnid with her and brought it to a blade of grass. The being moved off her finger and back into the wilderness.
She moved back over to the boy, and squatted in front of him, locking her hazel eyes with his. She wrapped her arms around her legs again, making sure she was level with the preteen boy. “Was that spider causing you trouble? I took him away, as you may have seen. And if he comes back, I can take care of him.” Her tone was soft and warm. A comforting tonality and a London accent. She wanted him to feel safe. “My name is Aoi. Well, that’s not my whole name. Just what most of my friends call me. I’m a new Professor here. May I ask your name young man?”
Sometimes, making the wrong choice is better than making no choice. You have the courage to go forward, that is rare.
28 Oct 2018, 06:39
Initial Impressions
Kaegen had been walking, when he was challenged by a sentient spider. A spider had run in front of him, blocking off his escape route. Not knowing what kind it was, he had turned to leave when the spider had moved to block of this route as well. He didn’t know what kind of spider it was, and it was moving slow enough that he could probably just run for it. But if it was a normal spider, why would it block him off? He could squish normal spiders. This one thought it could take him. And so he stared at it, and it stared back. Locked in an epic battle of minds. Ravenclaw boy from the fens facing the sentient spider with an attitude and the means to destroy him.
He heard footsteps early on, but he couldn’t stop focusing on the spider. He began to get worried, to get stressed, as the footsteps came closer, step by step. Someone was taking advantage of him being pinned down by a killer spider, someone was about to stab him. But if he turned around to face the oncoming threat from behind, the spider was sure to finish him off with it’s own hideous spidery magic. He had never known spiders to have dark magic, he liked spiders. But this one was clearly different. Oh, so different.
The only thing that bothered him was that the footsteps were loud, crunching. A bit of a shuffle, as if they were trying to be loud. Did they know he wasn’t going to look away from the spider? Where they mocking his predicament, making sure he knew he was doomed? Or, alternatively, they could be announcing their presence because they didn’t mean any harm, and wanted Kaegen to know it. It was a possibility, granted. But he could count the number of allies he had on one hand. The potential enemies would make up a library.
Kaegen was about to give up, throw caution to the wind and bolt for it, or maybe try and kill the newcomer, or the spider, or both when a grown woman stepped in front of him. She was either one of those born in chaos, or one of the professors. She looked familiar, which probably meant she taught a class, although for the life of him Kaegen couldn’t remember which one. He never really paid attention to those teaching. They were removed from his life, separate. They were robots preprogrammed to do nothing but feed him information and then leave to their closets until the next time they were needed to teach a class.
They were irrelevant. And irrelevant things had no place in Kaegen’s memory. They were always, continually, evicted. He honestly had no idea what she could possibly be doing here, here in his life, here being relevant. It destroyed his world, forcing him to change his views on things yet again. Teachers could come to you. A revelation of indescribable proportions.
But there she was. And as he watched her intently, she picked up the spider, moved it away from him without falling victim to it’s evils and then came back. Well, that settled it. This woman was in league with the evil spider, and he was about to die. His eyes widened, dark circles stretching as he took an inhumanly smooth, quiet step backwards. Away from the spider-witch. But then she did the strangest thing. She squatted down, down to his eye level. He wasn’t looking up, he was looking directly at the professor.
Her arms wrapped around her knees in a horribly illogical position. How did she expect to kill him like that? It didn’t make any sense, she was being horribly stupid. Unless she was just that confident. His fear had not been conquered by his curiosity as it sometimes was. And although it wasn’t perfectly obvious, his eyes gave away a pure terror. But a pure terror that softened slightly when the woman said she had taken the spider away. What was more, she said that if the spider came back, she would take care of it again. That wasn’t at all evil, and it left the young boy’s brain scrambling for an explanation.
She called herself Owie, which was a worthless name. No authority, no power, no honor. But then she said that it was what most of her friends called her. So why was that the only name she had given him? He wasn’t her friend, shouldn’t he get her real name? But since she gave him a shortened version of her name, he should return the favor. Or at least he would, but he wasn’t entirely sure what a shortened form of his name would sound like and was about to try and cut all his titles in half when he panicked, gave up and answered in a quiet voice, more like a rustly whisper than anything that should come out of a childs mouth
”You can call me anything you want to, then. I don’t know… how are you out of your classroom? You can talk?
He heard footsteps early on, but he couldn’t stop focusing on the spider. He began to get worried, to get stressed, as the footsteps came closer, step by step. Someone was taking advantage of him being pinned down by a killer spider, someone was about to stab him. But if he turned around to face the oncoming threat from behind, the spider was sure to finish him off with it’s own hideous spidery magic. He had never known spiders to have dark magic, he liked spiders. But this one was clearly different. Oh, so different.
The only thing that bothered him was that the footsteps were loud, crunching. A bit of a shuffle, as if they were trying to be loud. Did they know he wasn’t going to look away from the spider? Where they mocking his predicament, making sure he knew he was doomed? Or, alternatively, they could be announcing their presence because they didn’t mean any harm, and wanted Kaegen to know it. It was a possibility, granted. But he could count the number of allies he had on one hand. The potential enemies would make up a library.
Kaegen was about to give up, throw caution to the wind and bolt for it, or maybe try and kill the newcomer, or the spider, or both when a grown woman stepped in front of him. She was either one of those born in chaos, or one of the professors. She looked familiar, which probably meant she taught a class, although for the life of him Kaegen couldn’t remember which one. He never really paid attention to those teaching. They were removed from his life, separate. They were robots preprogrammed to do nothing but feed him information and then leave to their closets until the next time they were needed to teach a class.
They were irrelevant. And irrelevant things had no place in Kaegen’s memory. They were always, continually, evicted. He honestly had no idea what she could possibly be doing here, here in his life, here being relevant. It destroyed his world, forcing him to change his views on things yet again. Teachers could come to you. A revelation of indescribable proportions.
But there she was. And as he watched her intently, she picked up the spider, moved it away from him without falling victim to it’s evils and then came back. Well, that settled it. This woman was in league with the evil spider, and he was about to die. His eyes widened, dark circles stretching as he took an inhumanly smooth, quiet step backwards. Away from the spider-witch. But then she did the strangest thing. She squatted down, down to his eye level. He wasn’t looking up, he was looking directly at the professor.
Her arms wrapped around her knees in a horribly illogical position. How did she expect to kill him like that? It didn’t make any sense, she was being horribly stupid. Unless she was just that confident. His fear had not been conquered by his curiosity as it sometimes was. And although it wasn’t perfectly obvious, his eyes gave away a pure terror. But a pure terror that softened slightly when the woman said she had taken the spider away. What was more, she said that if the spider came back, she would take care of it again. That wasn’t at all evil, and it left the young boy’s brain scrambling for an explanation.
She called herself Owie, which was a worthless name. No authority, no power, no honor. But then she said that it was what most of her friends called her. So why was that the only name she had given him? He wasn’t her friend, shouldn’t he get her real name? But since she gave him a shortened version of her name, he should return the favor. Or at least he would, but he wasn’t entirely sure what a shortened form of his name would sound like and was about to try and cut all his titles in half when he panicked, gave up and answered in a quiet voice, more like a rustly whisper than anything that should come out of a childs mouth
”You can call me anything you want to, then. I don’t know… how are you out of your classroom? You can talk?
Shade-Beacon, Master of the Castle of Avarice
29 Oct 2018, 02:45
Initial Impressions
The initial reaction was not exactly what she had expected or wanted. The terror was ever present in the child’s eyes. She’d seen that look too many times in her life. She knew exactly what she was looking at. A tinge of anxiety was there as well, like an animal trapped into a corner. However, he hadn’t fled. Which meant something was strong enough to prevent movement on his part. Fear or curiosity? She was considering what to do next when the boy replied to her. The voice was soft. Barely there, sounding like someone who rarely spoke at all. Poor child.
Keeping her arms wrapped around her, she cocked her head to the side at his words. Her mind only took a few seconds to process the oddity of his comment and question. He was an innocent soul. One who didn’t understand this world. Like a child that she'd read about once. That particular child had lived his entire life in a dense forest, and never developed depth perception. When someone showed him elephants far away on a plain, the boy thought they were the size of ants. And so she had encountered a similar child. Except he lacked mental depth perception, not physical. It’d be difficult to communicate with him. She’d have to put a lot of thought into her words, and even then there was no telling how he would interpret them anyway. He lacked social dispositions most people possessed.
“I can call you whatever I want?” She remarked, a hand rising to her chin as she thought about what to choose. He clearly didn’t want to present his name to her. That was ok, some people simply didn’t do so. But what to actually call him was a conundrum. She considered possibilities rapidly as her mind raced through multiple options. She landed on a simple quality and decided on a name. “How about Kuro? It means black in my native language. Like your hair. What do you think of that name?” She smiled, deciding to answer his other question before he could reply to her new question.
“I know it seems like we live in our classrooms, but I assure you we don’t.” Aoi wondered why children always seemed to think teachers didn’t have lives outside of teaching. Such an odd way to see things. “We are people, just like you. And of course, I can talk. I have ideas and opinions just like everyone else. Since I’m already here with you, is there anything you’d like to know about me? So you can see I’m not a room-bound woman.” She said with a chuckle, amused by the very thought. She was happy she’d gone on this walk. She’d met an interesting new person, and so her day was improved.
Keeping her arms wrapped around her, she cocked her head to the side at his words. Her mind only took a few seconds to process the oddity of his comment and question. He was an innocent soul. One who didn’t understand this world. Like a child that she'd read about once. That particular child had lived his entire life in a dense forest, and never developed depth perception. When someone showed him elephants far away on a plain, the boy thought they were the size of ants. And so she had encountered a similar child. Except he lacked mental depth perception, not physical. It’d be difficult to communicate with him. She’d have to put a lot of thought into her words, and even then there was no telling how he would interpret them anyway. He lacked social dispositions most people possessed.
“I can call you whatever I want?” She remarked, a hand rising to her chin as she thought about what to choose. He clearly didn’t want to present his name to her. That was ok, some people simply didn’t do so. But what to actually call him was a conundrum. She considered possibilities rapidly as her mind raced through multiple options. She landed on a simple quality and decided on a name. “How about Kuro? It means black in my native language. Like your hair. What do you think of that name?” She smiled, deciding to answer his other question before he could reply to her new question.
“I know it seems like we live in our classrooms, but I assure you we don’t.” Aoi wondered why children always seemed to think teachers didn’t have lives outside of teaching. Such an odd way to see things. “We are people, just like you. And of course, I can talk. I have ideas and opinions just like everyone else. Since I’m already here with you, is there anything you’d like to know about me? So you can see I’m not a room-bound woman.” She said with a chuckle, amused by the very thought. She was happy she’d gone on this walk. She’d met an interesting new person, and so her day was improved.
Sometimes, making the wrong choice is better than making no choice. You have the courage to go forward, that is rare.
31 Oct 2018, 08:41
Initial Impressions
She had to check, had to think about what to call him. That, in itself, was confusing to him. Why would anyone have to think about a meaningless nickname? You just went with whatever first came to mind, didn’t you? If nothing came to mind, then whatever you were naming didn’t need a nickname. She double checked, confirming that she was supposed to give him a name, or rather, that she was supposed to call him whatever she wanted to.
When she did give him a name, it was a word he had never heard before. To explain it, she told him that it meant black, like his hair. He wasn’t especially thrilled with this new name, it didn’t have the same ring as his original, but when he opened his mouth to voice his opinion, after she asked him what he thought, she just kept on talking. Kaegen closed his mouth again, not sure what to think. On the one hand, he didn’t really want to talk anyway, so it suited him that she kept on talking herself. But on the other hand, he had something to say, and had been planning on saying it.
She explained that she had ideas, that she was a person and did not, in fact, live in her classroom like he expected she did. She even asked him to ask her questions, ask her things that would prove she was not a professor, but a human. But the boy couldn’t shake the notion that she was a professor. That he had misheard something she had said. She was making it sound like she was a professor and a human, like such a thing was possible.
But there was a question he had been meaning to ask. An important one. As far as he knew, professors didn’t allow fighting within a radius of them. They used magic to enforce this. Otherwise, they were more soulless arbitrators. However, they did know something of the tests the students were being put through. He would ask her about that. About something that really mattered.
”So you're not bound to your room? You help?
How many of them are going to die before you stop?”
It was a question asked in earnest, small whispery, rustling voice carefully articulating the word he was getting slowly better at. The death witches had been let into the school on purpose, he was becoming more and more sure of this. They were trying to kill off the weak. They were trying to kill off him. He had been resisting, had been fighting. Had gotten hurt time and time again in futile efforts to stay alive a week longer, a day longer. But he probably just had to outlast a certain number of students. They couldn’t be trying to kill off the entire student body, right?
A lot of people graduated from hogwarts. It was probably just a quarter of them that was going to get culled. When he looked at the professor in front of him, and felt surety that she was trying to kill him off, he felt nothing much. Everyone was trying to kill him, save a few exceptions. She was just another part of this world. If he hated her, he would be hating everything, and that wouldn’t help at all.
When she did give him a name, it was a word he had never heard before. To explain it, she told him that it meant black, like his hair. He wasn’t especially thrilled with this new name, it didn’t have the same ring as his original, but when he opened his mouth to voice his opinion, after she asked him what he thought, she just kept on talking. Kaegen closed his mouth again, not sure what to think. On the one hand, he didn’t really want to talk anyway, so it suited him that she kept on talking herself. But on the other hand, he had something to say, and had been planning on saying it.
She explained that she had ideas, that she was a person and did not, in fact, live in her classroom like he expected she did. She even asked him to ask her questions, ask her things that would prove she was not a professor, but a human. But the boy couldn’t shake the notion that she was a professor. That he had misheard something she had said. She was making it sound like she was a professor and a human, like such a thing was possible.
But there was a question he had been meaning to ask. An important one. As far as he knew, professors didn’t allow fighting within a radius of them. They used magic to enforce this. Otherwise, they were more soulless arbitrators. However, they did know something of the tests the students were being put through. He would ask her about that. About something that really mattered.
”So you're not bound to your room? You help?
How many of them are going to die before you stop?”
It was a question asked in earnest, small whispery, rustling voice carefully articulating the word he was getting slowly better at. The death witches had been let into the school on purpose, he was becoming more and more sure of this. They were trying to kill off the weak. They were trying to kill off him. He had been resisting, had been fighting. Had gotten hurt time and time again in futile efforts to stay alive a week longer, a day longer. But he probably just had to outlast a certain number of students. They couldn’t be trying to kill off the entire student body, right?
A lot of people graduated from hogwarts. It was probably just a quarter of them that was going to get culled. When he looked at the professor in front of him, and felt surety that she was trying to kill him off, he felt nothing much. Everyone was trying to kill him, save a few exceptions. She was just another part of this world. If he hated her, he would be hating everything, and that wouldn’t help at all.
Shade-Beacon, Master of the Castle of Avarice
11 Nov 2018, 05:52
Initial Impressions
Aoi continued to smile at the first new query. He was clearly digesting the fact that she could even leave the classroom. She had likely given him a bit to chew on there. A good thing, as teaching students was her goal here, no less but perhaps more. The second query though. Aoi’s smile vanished as the gravity of the question hit her. What did he think of Professors? What was the meaning behind his question? Her face turned deadly serious. Did this child know about the masked boy and the possible entity behind his actions? Or was there something else taking advantage of the chaos? This was an opportunity that she could not pass up. Her brain switched to interrogation mode.
“I’m sorry Kuro, could you clarify? As I told you, I just got here a few days ago. I haven’t done anything yet, and have no intention of hurting anyone unless they threaten my students. Who is ‘them’? Perhaps I can help you find an answer to your question?” The woman’s eyes were intense. “Have you seen or heard something I might not know about? Or has someone done something to you?” Aoi had concluded the boy was unstable. But that was no reason to ignore or doubt his words in any fashion. And she could analyze him here and now and see if she could salvage him into a functioning member of society. Not for society’s sake but for his own. The world was unforgiving in ways she knew he couldn’t comprehend.
“Maybe you don’t believe me yet. And that’s ok. But I swear I’m here to help.”
Sometimes, making the wrong choice is better than making no choice. You have the courage to go forward, that is rare.
11 Nov 2018, 09:07
Initial Impressions
She claimed to be new. To not know of what was going on. And yet she was a professor. Was that even possible, for a professor to not know of what was going on? They caused it here, didn’t they? Was she just not inducted, or didn’t know how to run these tests? Well, he wasn’t an expert, but he knew a thing or two that he could tell her. But something was off.
As soon as her gaze had started to harden, the boy’s eyes had widened just a little bit more, pointer finger on his left hand twitching slightly, then a little bit more as he took another half step backwards. He wasn’t happy with this at all, something about the way she looked at him seemed off, predatory, something to fear. Or maybe just powerful. It was hard to tell, but whatever it was, it scared him. A lot. Possibilities started to race across his mind as his other foot followed the first in a smooth backwards motion.
But he couldn’t run, he knew that. She’d snipe him from behind for sure. He could fly away, but that wasn’t a good plan either. She was probably fast enough to hit him even then. The “I haven’t done anything yet” also struck him as a very interesting placement of the word yet. He was now reasonably certain this was going to escalate, and the center points of his wide eyes were beginning to move in earnest.
He was going to have to answer her questions, however. Whether he really wanted to or not. You didn’t argue with someone that could disintegrate you with a wave of the finger.
“The students, the death witches. The monsters. All of them. The ones that are dead, the ones that almost die. I’m asking when you reach your limit, when you decide who’s worthy. That’s what the trials are for, right? Why you let these monsters in? I’m fine, I’m going to make it. I can kill them all, I just… Wanted to know. I’m just a bit tired.”
After he said the last sentence, his brain fumbled for a second. What had he just said? He wasn’t tired, he wasn’t weak. He had just missaid for some reason. But he never lied, not ever. So why would he accidentally lie?
“I mean, I’m not tired. I’m sorry, that was a lie, I think.”
But then she claimed to be there to help. She even pointed out that he may not believe her, which he didn’t think he did. It was a bit too fantastic to believe that someone like her, a professor, actually wanted to help.
“You know about them, right? About the monsters?”
As soon as her gaze had started to harden, the boy’s eyes had widened just a little bit more, pointer finger on his left hand twitching slightly, then a little bit more as he took another half step backwards. He wasn’t happy with this at all, something about the way she looked at him seemed off, predatory, something to fear. Or maybe just powerful. It was hard to tell, but whatever it was, it scared him. A lot. Possibilities started to race across his mind as his other foot followed the first in a smooth backwards motion.
But he couldn’t run, he knew that. She’d snipe him from behind for sure. He could fly away, but that wasn’t a good plan either. She was probably fast enough to hit him even then. The “I haven’t done anything yet” also struck him as a very interesting placement of the word yet. He was now reasonably certain this was going to escalate, and the center points of his wide eyes were beginning to move in earnest.
He was going to have to answer her questions, however. Whether he really wanted to or not. You didn’t argue with someone that could disintegrate you with a wave of the finger.
“The students, the death witches. The monsters. All of them. The ones that are dead, the ones that almost die. I’m asking when you reach your limit, when you decide who’s worthy. That’s what the trials are for, right? Why you let these monsters in? I’m fine, I’m going to make it. I can kill them all, I just… Wanted to know. I’m just a bit tired.”
After he said the last sentence, his brain fumbled for a second. What had he just said? He wasn’t tired, he wasn’t weak. He had just missaid for some reason. But he never lied, not ever. So why would he accidentally lie?
“I mean, I’m not tired. I’m sorry, that was a lie, I think.”
But then she claimed to be there to help. She even pointed out that he may not believe her, which he didn’t think he did. It was a bit too fantastic to believe that someone like her, a professor, actually wanted to help.
“You know about them, right? About the monsters?”
Shade-Beacon, Master of the Castle of Avarice
18 Nov 2018, 23:56
Initial Impressions
Aoi grew quizzical, as her mind registered how disconnected from reality the boy truly was. Dismissing his ranting would do nothing to change his worldview. She realized that she needed to get into a position of trust with him. His delusions made him dangerous, especially to other students. How had this child not been noted by literally any other teacher? Or Staff Member? Did he evade them? Was he generally hard to notice? There were questions she needed answered. Flaws in whatever was happening here.
But really what could she do? She was here simply to teach. No, that wouldn’t be a good excuse. She needed to be proactive. This boy was in need of help, and even if the difference was small, a little rehabilitation would go a long way not only for him but for all the students at this school. She needed a plan of action, and right now she couldn’t come up with one. Honestly, she needed to gain his trust first. Then it was simply a matter of correcting the path he traveled to allow him some semblance of an actual childhood. First to untangle this mess of questions though.
“Death witches? Monsters? Have you seen something like that? I haven’t yet but if you can point them out to me, perhaps I can shed some light on your situations. But there are no trials we are putting on for the students. In fact, one of the many duties of being Professor is protecting students. So if there are dangerous vectors here, I’d like to know so I can protect you from them.” As she truly analyzed his face though, she saw through his afterthought of a lie. He had said the truth from the start. His exhaustion was more than evident. Poor child.
“Listen Kuro. It’s ok to be tired. You have no reason to believe me, but I promise given enough time you’ll see the truth of my words. You are welcome to visit my office at any time. I’ll pour you some tea and you can relax. Even sleep should you need to. Should you ever believe me, simply drop by whenever I’m in. Ok? I need to go now Kuro. I hope to see you again in the future.”
But really what could she do? She was here simply to teach. No, that wouldn’t be a good excuse. She needed to be proactive. This boy was in need of help, and even if the difference was small, a little rehabilitation would go a long way not only for him but for all the students at this school. She needed a plan of action, and right now she couldn’t come up with one. Honestly, she needed to gain his trust first. Then it was simply a matter of correcting the path he traveled to allow him some semblance of an actual childhood. First to untangle this mess of questions though.
“Death witches? Monsters? Have you seen something like that? I haven’t yet but if you can point them out to me, perhaps I can shed some light on your situations. But there are no trials we are putting on for the students. In fact, one of the many duties of being Professor is protecting students. So if there are dangerous vectors here, I’d like to know so I can protect you from them.” As she truly analyzed his face though, she saw through his afterthought of a lie. He had said the truth from the start. His exhaustion was more than evident. Poor child.
“Listen Kuro. It’s ok to be tired. You have no reason to believe me, but I promise given enough time you’ll see the truth of my words. You are welcome to visit my office at any time. I’ll pour you some tea and you can relax. Even sleep should you need to. Should you ever believe me, simply drop by whenever I’m in. Ok? I need to go now Kuro. I hope to see you again in the future.”
Sometimes, making the wrong choice is better than making no choice. You have the courage to go forward, that is rare.
21 Nov 2018, 02:15
Initial Impressions
Had he seen anything like that? Like a death witch or monster? Had she not been paying attention? Or maybe she was just questioning his honesty, questioning if he was just crazy. He had said that there were monsters and death witches. He hadn’t said that they existed explicitly, he hadn’t flat out said ‘they exist’, but he had obviously implied it, and she was asking him if he had seen them at all? He didn’t really know what to think, mostly just feeling unnerved and scared. Her eyes had softened some, and were less terrifying, less predatory. But he still knew what they had looked like a second ago, could still easily picture the focus in his mind’s eye.
And then she moved on to giving him a candle or something. Bringing her own so she could give his situation light? She probably meant lumos, but still. He didn’t need a light, he didn’t want a light. Why would he need one? It was still bright out. And what was even more confusing, she spoke of it like a trade. If he pointed out the monsters she would shed some light on his situation, even if he didn’t need it. The torches provided plenty of light, he could see fine.
And then she proceeded to lie to him. There were no trials? He knew there were trials, there had to be trials. She claimed to know nothing. She said that she hadn’t seen a death with, hadn’t seen a monster, that there weren’t trials, that professors were here to help. She said that if there were dangerous vectors she would protect him from them. There was no way. There was no way she was this oblivious, she couldn’t be. It had to be some kind of a lie, some twisted trap that he was about to fall into. He stared hard at the professor, searching her eyes for any sign that he could use to determine what was going to happen as his own pupils started to convulse and move about.
The next few sentences were a dismissal, they were done. He received an invitation that he resolved to never take advantage of, and another lie about it being okay to be tired. If he was tired, how was he going to survive? Was it okay to be dead, then? When she finished saying that she hoped to see him again in the future he turned and ran as fast as he could, which was surprisingly quick, considering his age. His cape caught the wind and streamed out behind him along with one of this scarf tails. He would get out of here, he would get away. He somehow had passed this, somehow survived these trials.
And then she moved on to giving him a candle or something. Bringing her own so she could give his situation light? She probably meant lumos, but still. He didn’t need a light, he didn’t want a light. Why would he need one? It was still bright out. And what was even more confusing, she spoke of it like a trade. If he pointed out the monsters she would shed some light on his situation, even if he didn’t need it. The torches provided plenty of light, he could see fine.
And then she proceeded to lie to him. There were no trials? He knew there were trials, there had to be trials. She claimed to know nothing. She said that she hadn’t seen a death with, hadn’t seen a monster, that there weren’t trials, that professors were here to help. She said that if there were dangerous vectors she would protect him from them. There was no way. There was no way she was this oblivious, she couldn’t be. It had to be some kind of a lie, some twisted trap that he was about to fall into. He stared hard at the professor, searching her eyes for any sign that he could use to determine what was going to happen as his own pupils started to convulse and move about.
The next few sentences were a dismissal, they were done. He received an invitation that he resolved to never take advantage of, and another lie about it being okay to be tired. If he was tired, how was he going to survive? Was it okay to be dead, then? When she finished saying that she hoped to see him again in the future he turned and ran as fast as he could, which was surprisingly quick, considering his age. His cape caught the wind and streamed out behind him along with one of this scarf tails. He would get out of here, he would get away. He somehow had passed this, somehow survived these trials.
Leaves thread without responding, unless stopped.
Shade-Beacon, Master of the Castle of Avarice