Snippet #2631861

There weren't that many things that Helena excelled in. She was clever enough, but spent more time doodling and daydreaming than actually applying herself in lessons, and so her grades sort of drew along the bottom of the realm of acceptability. Her athletic ability was questionable. Her charisma was definitely lacking.

There was perhaps one thing that Helena did that she was able to apply to this situation that she was both well known for , and was able to outdo pretty much everyone in the school at.

And that was being really really weird.


So, when she found herself dealing with this rather tense situation, she decided to handle it with what talents were available to her at the time.

That was she padded over to the blond girl, urging on the guy currently towering over Sam, stood beside her, and in a single deft movement pulled a yoghurt out of her bag ripped it open, and poured the contents into the student's bag, in full view.

The scream of the reaction was quite enough to draw the attention of most of the individuals in the corridor..and, if it wasn't, the part where Helena was hit across the face with the offending bag, probably was.


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The Sentinel was on the move. A tall figure striding purposefully across the waste ground, a trail of smoke rising into the charged air from the empty sockets of its eyes. The lightning on the horizon glinted in parts off its metal carapace. It moved with purpose. Toward a goal.

What was it after?

On the jagged overlook at the edge of the flats, Archer crouched in a tree fork, the breeze blowing in from the wastes billowing her green cloak about her shoulders.

The Sentinel knew she was there, she had no doubt of it, but it rarely saw fit to bother with the hare and her motives...even if broadly they were on different sides.

The Sentinel hunted Dreamers. Nearly exclusively. It tended to follow those that arrived. And yet none had passed that way.

Archer huffed. She didnt know why it should concern her of course. Dreamers were not worth the trouble. It was their fault that everything had ended up this way. They who had been too selfish to care what their own actions...or inactions would do to Otherworld. How long until the last one left too? Better to manage without them. Better to wipe out the Imaginaries entirely that be subject to their whims.

Evenso, she couldn't quite shake off a feeling of...concern.