Beau Geste Bellatroix's Story

Waylen Monstrum

Bellatroix quietly slunk down the hall after the orientation. It would be some time until her class started so she had time to go over the faces of the many students attending. She could sense the feelings of abandonment radiating from several students, only natural given the circumstances. She fed upon it, however, but she also empathized, a crossroads of nurture and nature as it were that makes the culmination of her eldritch being. She ponders who will come to seek comfort on her shoulder, twisting her mouth into a wide smile.

She pauses to adjust her dress, a black dress uniform she had thrown on just to appease a certain sensibility that people seem to prefer. She would do so until told otherwise, even if it did feel incredibly restrictive for a being of her... caliber. Just as she does so she feels a sudden presence, a feeling of discontentment and perhaps, abandonment. As she scans the hallway with her bright violet eyes she locks her gaze on Sen as he walks by, in the direction of the headmaster no less. She did not recognize his face among the students in the auditorium so... latecomer? It matters not... he's got problems, and she's here to fee... ahem, help with issues.

"Greetings child, headed to volunteer for student council, I see." She says with a deep southern accent, a slight purr in her tone. "Initiative is good, but I'm 'fraid I've not caught your face at the... induction ceremony."

She was aiming to be cordial, perhaps such would take off some edge. First impressions are important after all, even to a potentially millenia-old shape-shifting primordial entity. Or maybe it is especially important in her case? Either way, nature and nurture being an intermingled drive to reach out as usual.

A jaunty tune whisked past the harpy's lips as she meandered through the hallways. The flapping of her sable wings provided a sharp counterpoint to the peaks and valleys of her cheerful whistling, giving her the persona of a songbird. The halls of the school somewhat reminded Brienne of a cave she'd spelunked through with her father a year ago. Tunnels of stone crossed high-vaulted pockets untouched by sunlight. Dark fingers of ancient stalactites curled down, casting strange shadows across water-rippled walls. The soft trickling of eternal draining water countered David's steps and the occasional rustle of Brienne's feathers. Even drawing a map while they traveled, the pair eventually had to leave a visible trail to return to the entrance.

Though her mind wandered quasi-real landscapes of damp rock and underwater rivers, her body floated aimlessly through the halls, switching direction at random. By the time her brain returned to the present, the harpy realized she had no clue where she ended up. Like that maze of a cave, the school turned her around effectively. Either that, or she accidentally ended up in the most boring limbo of all time while she wasn't looking. Brienne never attended school before today and she already knew that flying through school halls for the rest of eternity was a worse punishment than death.

Deciding to pick up the pace, she swerved around a corner and nearly ran into someone. Halting her headlong flight nearly propelled her into a wall, blowing a rather large gust over the unfortunate person. Dropping onto her taloned feet, Brienne hopped back on her thin bird legs and tilted her head. Sharp, chocolate-coloured eyes examined the other person - no wait, there was someone else too? - in the hall. The man she'd nearly hit looked a bit older than her, and strange horns protruded from his head. Her mind immediately tried to measure them up to an elephant's ivory or a bull's sharp horns, both in form and strength. Not that she'd seen an elephant in person, but she'd read about them. His height impressed her somewhat, as did the stature of his form. Intimidate, however? Not a bit.

Her nearly unblinking eyes fixated on the other form moments later. It definitely looked mostly human, but something seemed... off about her. The unnatural height, for one. That, and the strange eyes. If she was trying to pass as pure human, the creature needed far more practise than that. The tall woman's lips vaguely reminded the harpy of blood sausages pressed together, while the star on her cheek brought up memories of a glam rock star. The mental image of the lady bedecked in a leather outfit from the 70s and a heavily modified guitar sprang to mind.

Blinking slowly, Brienne finally realized she nearly ran over two people and proceeded to quietly stare at them for a good thirty seconds. Coughing awkwardly, she offered a tentative wave with one wing. "Erm, sorry about that. Didn't look where I was going. My name is Brienne, who are you?" She glanced at the man first, then the glam rock lady, looking between the two as she awaited an answer.

Brienne brushed her hair out of her face again with her wing. Its plush feathers tickled her nose during the sweeping motion, almost causing her to sneeze. Sniffing to contain the reflex, the harpy rustled her plumage to cover up the sound. Good job, Bri. You're doing so well already. Though the man's first words to her were rather blunt, bordering on rude, she couldn't fault him for it. She did nearly plow straight into his back. Instead, she kept her amicable smile. No reason to start the year with any bad blood, right?

The next thing Sen said caught her off-guard. Prince... of Hell? Strange that a prince wouldn't go to his own special school for royals or the social elite. Instead he plopped down among a band of students and teachers that ran the gamut from semi-normal to that strange Cerberus-creature. Plus they even let her in, and she hadn't attended any school before. Really though, she didn't care about his status. Brienne didn't live in Hell, after all. Furthermore, if they were both students, he didn't hold any rank over her that way either.

Flapping her inky wings, the harpy took off once again, filling the hallway with an occasional breeze. The... was he a devil or a daemon? Was there a difference? Probably. Making a mental note to ask someone about it later, she listened to the last statement Sen made. He planned to be the leader of the student council? Fair enough. Brienne herself had no designs on a specific spot, she simply wanted to participate in something.

"Wait! I'm headed that way too, we should go together." Plus there was someone right here to ask for directions! Adventurous though she was, Ms. Showalter had no intention of wandering around until the time limit was up. Turning her attention to the glam rock lady, she queried, "Do you know where the headmaster's office is? I, erm... accidentally tore my map."

Bellatroix simply chuckles at the somewhat blustering attitude of the demon prince. She took no offense, and why would she? It took something more significant than mild disrespect to rile her. In fact, it may have had the exact opposite effect. As she begins to respond to Sen she is cut short by a sudden gust and the sound of flapping of wings. Her long stringy black hair managing to cover her eyes. As she uncovers them and looks over to the source of the wind she finds yet another student. A harpy no less, and seeming be rather lost.

"Worry not, child... accidents, they happen even to the best of us." She says, simply amused at the girl's clumsy entrance, then realizes that she has yet to introduce herself. "Oh dear, so rude of me, I am Beau Geste Bellatroix, but any shortening of it is acceptable."

She takes a courteous bow, like an archaic noble, a habit learned when studying human customs back home. As the poignant prince and haphazard harpy made short conversation they began heading off for the headmaster. She smirked thinking how amusing this may become, such contrasting personalities intermingling. The boy had already claimed leadership after only recently taken foot in the halls. This is going to be a fun year.

"Oh, I will be teaching botany by the way, I promise it will be funducational! Perhaps even a bit... humbling... for some." Her tone is jovially sing-song at this point, then droning into cryptic, a look of guile upon her face. "Anyways, take care children, try not to get into any trouble."

There was always one student who questioned the value of the sparring class. This year it just so happened to be the headmaster's boy, bringing an evil grin to Kaen's face. He gestured to the ring and watched as many of the students made a path for Randal to move through.

"Be the first to enter the ring and find out." The ring itself was enchanted by Karen to erase any and all fatal damage that is done inside the ring. If (and when) someone would die in the ring they are knocked out instead, but with the full appearance of harm. Pain was still present and minor wounds wouldn't be stopped, but that was all part of the fun.

As Randal entered the ring Kaen tossed him a school training sword then held one sword up for the class to see. Anyone want to challenge him to a friendly brawl? The winner of this match gets 1 Silver star and a free magica act from yours truely."

He made the same offer every year he has been a teacher, and helping the winner was always fun. Last year the student saved her act until hallows eve and asked Kaen to conjure up a party, which in the end shut out that nights dance. Monstrum wasn't happy with that but got over it shortly after.

Shame looked over from the boy to the warlock. She saw a student enter the ring and smiled. She rose her hand as markings appeared on her skin. "I will challenge Randel to a brawl..." She stood from her seat and walked over to the warlock and held out her hand as he set the sword in her hand.

She gripped it tightly, closing her red eye as she entered the ring. She could smell his aura, which only made her smile, her canines poking over her lips. She pulled her hair up in a high ponytail, leaving down her bangs and got into a stance, her feet promptly side by side, both hands on the sword and faced her opponent.

Running a little behind after being distracted by a squirrel, Jodhal ran through the hallways. The two heads, Jodac and Dae, argued with each other about going in the wrong direction as they did so. Vhal, on the other hand, was too occupied with the dead squirrel held in his mouth.
Finally, they had made it, the doorway labelled 'headmaster' was in their sights. Hopefully they weren't too late. Believing they had no time, Jodhal ran straight through the door, bursting into the room, skidding to a stop perfectly in line with the other students. "We're here for the student council sign up thingy!" Dae stated, not realising that it hadn't even started yet. "Oh, cool we made it." he smiled with realization.

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Finally, the aspiring council members has appeared, and what a variety there was. All of them ranged in morphologies from a harpy to a demon, this could lead on to an amazing student council. If they all had the ability to do it. The worst case scenario would include all of them being incompetent fools, which could be a high possibility when it came to Imdius' consideration. Sadly, there were more than three, which would make this even more annoying, Imdius happily agreed to this because he thought it would be a simple job to do, after all, who would want to be in the student council? Apparently these guys...

Wait. Imdius thought as his mind fell back to think about the narration some more. Demon? Looking straight over towards the source of the demonic energy, Imdius instantly recognised the familiar figure. Sen Jumin... A sudden smile spread across his mischievous face as the demon prince heir made his egotistical statement. Ahh! What an amazing time to be a teacher! I was gonna give up teaching and go start world war three by convincing Putin to press the big red button! But that can wait! This little shit is here! How amazing! As a teacher, I can order this little shit around, I can scold the bastard if he starts acting like a dick! As Imdius was thinking all of this, he was already moving quickly through the room, seemingly dancing as random objects came into appearance around him. A desk, computer, phone, it was as if he was making plans and working on some kind of administration in such speed, typing away faster than anyone could, talking on the phone in some sped up voice. I'll have to put Putin on hold. Oh, but I don't want to loose such a great customer, I want him to summon me again. I'll just tell him to collect the seven dragonballs and wish for immortality in case it takes too long. That'll do! Oh, but I wanted to go back to hell to see my wife and three kids, it's been such a while... Imdius continued thinking to himself as he played with the strange floating equipment.
Suddenly, he stopped. The equipment quickly disappeared into a puff of smoke which mixed in with the smoke from Imdius' cigarette as he continued smoking away. "Wait, I don't even have a wife and three kids... He spoke out loud, not realizing it as his mind came back to reality, his smile returning to his face, this act threw Imdius into some strange pose; Leaning back on nothing, fingers pressed against his forehead as his other hand cupped around his elbow. Everyone could even see the SFX 'COOL MODE ACTIVATE' appear over his head as a small giggle was emitted.

"Now now, little boy. That kind of attitude is not that attitude of a successful leader. After all, we need to take all participants into consideration; I am Imdius! PhD in whatever-the-fuck-I-want. I'll be in charge of the student council and your science teacher."

Back in the hallway Bellatroix paced to her classroom with arms behind her back and a perpetual grin across her face. This was her first year as a teacher, but she wasn't nervous, she was quite ecstatic. She opens the door and walks in, closing her eyes and holding out her arms as a nightmarish assortment of flora decorating the entirety of the room reach out and encircle her with their branches and vines. Twisted and gnarly as if from another world are some but others with fruits and flowers bright and beautiful. The sound of rustling leaves and gurgles fills the room.

"Remember, you are not to harm the young ones when they come." Her tone with strict conviction as one of the vines wraps around her right arm like a snake, ever so controlled that it seems entranced by her presence, as do they all. In the very back of the room a thumping sound emits from a very large and foggy glass container. She glances back at the container, a piercing gaze with eyes lit with an unworldly glow. "Especially you, or do you wish for another pruning?" The thumping stops and the container is silent, the strange plants apparently have some basic animal instincts, fear among them.

She walks over to her desk and sits down in a large, durable, but incredibly comfy conference chair, legs sprawled out over the armrest. It creaks with her weight which seems many times greater than her current appearance depicts. She pulls out a phone, looks at it to see if there's been any messages then puts it down and begins tapping, her long nails making a fascinating rhythm against the metal . As she waits a garden snail crawls across her desk, dropping recently from one of the large plants. Her gaze fixates on it before snatching it up and immediately scarfing it down, all in one swift fluid motion. Her face shifts to one of concern as she looks at her hand, her grin fading at a realization, a product of her nurture aspect.

"Oh dear, carnivorous students..."

Bella finds herself shaken suddenly from her thoughts. A chill up her spine, a literal chill. Why was it getting cold? She glances over at her plants as they shiver and curl. Then as soon as it begins, an explosion of air pressure bursts open her classroom door causing the creature walks out into the hallway to hunt for the source of the disturbance. As soon as it erupted it began to die down, the feeling of warmth coupled with the melting ice creating something of a damp and humid atmosphere, incredibly comfortable to her. "All it requires is some peat and moss," she thinks to herself.

She steps around the broken glass and fallen light fixtures, not that it would hurt her much as it was more the miasma that would leak from her blood. It would derive no level of pleasure to accidentally cause illness among the student body. Nurturing them back to health, however, would be a different story.

As she finally makes her way to ground zero she notices the awkwardness in the air, a gathering of some shocked onlookers and an embarrassed fox boy off to himself under a broken fixture. It took no lengthy level of deliberation to figure what had transpired here, to her in any case as the aura she felt earlier radiated from Xue like a smoking gun. She steps over to him, the disparity between their heights made her almost have to kneel down to get on eye level.

"Do not fret, child, we all slip up, our nature is not something we can bottle away forever." She says softly with an understanding smile.

The overhead light fixture cracks loose from its bindings and drops down snapping the thin wires. At the very moment of its descent a black and white blur zips past between them, gripping the metal construct before it makes impact. A long barbed and banded tail in black and white had wrapped itself around it, upon further inspection it was in fact originating from the base of Bellatroix's back. She had never shifted eye contact with Xue and maintained her smile.

"All that matters is that... that nobody was hurt, including yourself." Her focus breaks briefly with the crack in her speech. She softly places the fixture to the side then stands up and looks back at the gawkers. "Now, isn't there a place y'all need to be?"

'Heheheh I got it'. A victorious snarl curled from Gem's thoughts becoming a satisfied smile shown on his face. Of course he got it. He was bound to after all he carried more with him than fluff and a cocky attitude. Gem was a genius. His greatest achievement this round was playing nice with Xue. "He decided it this time around. If anyone else had met him first I'd have lost."

Gem turned towards Xue, finding it appropriate to show his appreciation towards his vote only to be hit with a blast of icy air. Glass exploded violently, followed quickly by the burst of the light bulb flinging glass into Gem's fragile all too human-like flesh. Gem flinched and staggered back feeling frost form on minute hairs along his arm as he covered his face. Blood trickled from points at which tiny shards buried themselves into his skin. "Fuck!" He cursed.

Veins popped out at his temples and around his eyes as his ghoulish nature switched to self defense at the drop of a hat. The color seemed to have been drained from his face and hair giving both a dull dead look while his eyes became black marbles painted with small maddened looking red pupils. He grimaced bearing a row of jagged shark-like teeth that seemed to fit together like a puzzle when he chomped down and became flesh tearing saw blades when ground together. Glass glittered in the air as it fell from his skin like sparkle dust powder, shoved out of his skin as it healed. He shook his head, the bones in his neck crackling like firewood as he glared sidelong at Xue a playful grin on his lips. He very clearly wasn't the same Gem that gave him friendly tips on greeting before.

"Oi oi oi, that's dangerous, Xue you could hurt somebody." He said in a quiet, taunting tone. "Such power, you might blow half the school away." He swayed on his feet before squeezing his eyes shut as if trying to remember something at the tip of his tongue. Gradually the color came back to his face and he shook his head. Gem took a breath still looking a bit pale and resigned to staring into space for the moment, not bothering to explain his sudden switch. "Such a pain." He muttered to no one, making no sense to anyone but himself. In his head replayed a moment that never occured, the moment when he'd leapt across the room to bury his teeth into Xue's throat, snarling threats and insults as he burrowed his fingers into the open wounds, clinging to him like a giant spider feeling his very fingers grow stiff as near instant frostbite crawled from their tips.

After a moment passed he spoke up. "Is everyone alright?" By then another teacher seemed to have made their appearance drawn in by burst that had come from Xue. He stared nonplussed by her appearance that the strange barbed tail she used to catch the falling light fixture that had previously blown glass into Gem's face.

Rook was a bit sad that he didnt make it on the council, his impression had always been that it usually consisted of quite a few people and not just three. But never the less at least he could still use this as a reason on why he was late and not because he was true to his nature and looking at his nicely organized hoard in his dorm room. Honestly it was just now occurring to him that there had been another bed there and he probably had a roommate. He would need to go back soon to move his things or just leave them there and see how the other felt. He would fight for the wardrobe though, fight to the death over it really since it was a lot nicer looking than the closet. While some of the others displayed reactions to the very sudden decision about who made it and who didnt he had been lost in thought about maybe redecorating. So his reaction to the sudden glass of death attack was one more of annoyance than that of fear or surprise.

The cold he hadnt even noticed, he was a silver dragon, his kind relished in the cold and technically were more powerful in it. It was something that always felt nice, relaxing, and made his blood swim with call from his ancestors.It really had been a long time since he had been nice and cold since everywhere was just always warming up so easily. But the smell of fear from one of the others had the blood from his mothers side of the family race loudly in his ears. He couldnt help it, Rooks eyes started to look like his natural eyes as he started to transform back. He smelled delicious, he smelled so warm, and it smelled like prey ready for the taking with little fight. Rook stood and started to make his way to "Gem" or whatever when he was snapped back by the appearance of what seemed to be another teacher. It surprised him enough to calm himself enough to look more human again, the scales on the back of his neck and his eyes turning back to how he liked them. Looking around from a moment Rook shrugged before softly putting his hand on Gem's shoulder. With a smile he said "Congratulations on getting Leader, I hope you find it fun.

Smacking someone in the face, she'd prepared for. Enduring words, she'd also prepared for. After all, how much could relative strangers possibly know about her to make their words effective? What happened over the next few seconds threw any confidence about every person in the room out the same window that cerberid vanished through. She briefly heard part of Sen's words before a frigid chill swept up through the wing that collided with Xue's body. Like the birds they resembled, harpies had an average body temperature of degrees 40 Celsius, or 104 degrees Fahrenheit. Direct contact with a blast of air below freezing sent her entire wing numb. Also unlike humans, her thin legs lacked thick musculature to keep her body light and aerodynamic. All great for flying. Not so great when being bulldozed by a super-cooled aura. Veins and arteries wound around hollow bones and close to the thin, scaled skin of her legs and feet. Whether it was simply her proximity to the blast, or her more more fragile physiology, the harpy's legs also immediately went numb and stiff, right up to the part where her bird legs seamlessly melded into her human body at the upper thigh. Her right wing felt mostly fine, as did her torso. Glass from the shattered window barely missed her, but the light fixture's sharp shrapnel slammed into her numbed shoulder. Blood oozed from the cuts sluggishly.

When the aura retreated, her iced skin burned from the rapid temperature change. Clamping her jaws firmly shut and furrowing her brow to keep silent, Brienne did her best to make it as inconspicuous as possible that she still couldn't feel her legs. Unfortunately, life has a tendency to kick you in the (in this case metaphorical) nuts whenever it can. Moving her wing to try and brush away some of the glass embedded in her feathered skin proved enough to unbalance her, and she tumbled over backwards, falling onto her ass. At least she didn't land on more glass.

Again, the next things that happened passed by almost too fast for her to form an opinion on them. The lavender-eyed guy's countenance twisted into something absolutely inhuman. Gem metamorphized into something even more monochrome than Xue, his eyes shifting to a deep pitch with crimson pupils. They shined, almost glassy, with an emotion she didn't even want to place. When he opened his mouth to speak, visions of sharks and other deep-sea creatures came to mind. A valley of knives scraped against each other in his maw. That definitely explained why he attended a school for monsters. Brienne's dark eyes opened wide, and she scooted herself backwards with her working wing, dragging her legs and body along with it.

Like a phantom, Bellatroix appeared in the area. Bending from her huge height to look the kitsune in the eye, she gave off a vibe different from her appearance. Taking a moment to place it, the harpy realized it reminded her somewhat of a leech, though she couldn't tell why. Above them, the light fixture creaked again, then outright fell out of the ceiling. For fuck's sake. Snakelike, Bellatroix's tail snapped out from her back and grappled the thing before it even hit the ground... without looking at it. Brienne paled visibly, the strangeness of everything taking away from the pain in her shoulder.

Right. The harpy decided to leave everything after 'joining student council' out of her letter home. To her right, Sen said something that she missed most of, more preoccupied with everything falling apart around her. She waved a friendly goodbye to him, determined to not seem weak in front of people so much more powerful than herself. "Bye, Sen! I'll see you later."

With that taken care of, the harpy stared at her legs. The split second of frigid wind put her out of commissioned that easily? Rubbing at one with her non-frozen wing, Brienne took stock of her other wing. Not just cold, but pain radiated out of the spot where she'd contacted with Xue's face. Feeling slowly leeched back into that shoulder and further down the limb, and the harpy pulled it closer to her face. Pausing trying to warm her legs back up, she noticed that ever since she'd fallen down, she'd begun shivering slightly. Not for the first time, she wished harpies had an easier time regulating their body temperature. Temperate environs were the only ones that worked well for them. Poking around through her left-hand feathers with her right wing, she eventually put eyes on the aching part of her wing. The skin there turned an angry red shade that spread across a few inches at the least.

Tired of sitting on the ground, Brienne shook her left wing until the most of the feeling returned. With a few strong flaps (that pushed her a bit further from the group) she lifted off. Trying to keep the wind from her wingbeats contained proved mostly futile. Each flap sent a jolt of pain through her arm. Suddenly she remembered the glass shard poking out of her shoulder. With her wings busy keeping her from landing on the ground again, the harpy turned to the last tool she had. Turning her head at an awkward angle, she reached her tongue out to turn the shard a bit, then gripped it with her teeth. Yanking it out tore the cut a bit wider. Spitting the bloody glass shard out on the ground, Brienne awkwardly waited.

"What?!" Sen exclaimed, surprised that someone of his class wouldn't be the leader of the council. "He's going to be the leader??"
Oh the words of an annoyed, ignorant royal demon. It was just like music to the ears of Imdius, granting him a deep smile of both mischief and satisfaction, it really will be a great time this year. There's just so many ways in making Sen's school life a misery, at least it will give him a good reality check.
"Now now, kid, you weren't chosen simply because you were an ignorant little shit. If I was some employer and you were trying to work for me, not only would I turn you down. I'd also-" Imdius' educational words were quickly interrupted by the sudden 'explosion' of freezing temperatures. The frosted air pushing hard against his face, inducing some kind of flashback, back to the battle of stalingrad. It was such a nice scene, death, destruction, suffering. Imdius gained a good portion of his power from that scene, never making him regret 'permanently' moving to the human world...

... And then Imdius returned to reality, the SFX, "Good times~" hung above his head. His face made it obvious that he had zoned out for most of the scene, smiling happily before dropping back to realization. Glass dotted around everywhere, the harpy was sitting on the floor with a bleeding wing, Beau somehow turned up, Sen disappeared and Gem seemed a bit pale. "Now then!" Imdius clapped his hands together, dismissing the surroundings and past actions he had missed as he decided to continue his job. "The three student council members, you guys, will be staying to meet the headmaster.. He explained before turning to Beau,
"Mister Gem, Mister Xue and Miss Brienne have successfully made it to the council. They were just gonna meet the headmaster." He explained, his faced seemed a bit disgusted towards Beau. "Actually, why are YOU here?" He clicked his fingers three times while waving his arm in a zig-zag line down his body, his other hand held firmly on his hip as the sassy swag came back to the surface of this red demon. Of course, he didn't even notice Rook, still present in the room.

She looks around at the other students noting mostly minor injuries. A wounded shoulder on Brienne, the ghoul Gem who healed through some form of transformation. The hunger in his eyes was somewhat... familiar. This must be what sets her hair on ends, yet another creature pulled between two different natures. She takes a mental note to monitor this one especially. Aside from this, the air is ripe with feelings of dejection from some of those that didn't make it into the council, it was almost intoxicating. This was especially true of Sen who was particularly disgruntled. She crosses her arms as if she were feeling a chill, efforts to stave off her nature. Then she heard Imdius speaking her.

"Oh I see! Well then, congratulations are in order!" Bella responds turning to the three given them a warm smile. She then notice of the wound in Brienne's shoulder and gasps. Almost cartoonishly, her eyes widen with shock and places her hand over her mouth. "Oh dear, Miss Brienne, child, you should have that looked after! We needn't such things become infected.

She then feels a sense of resentment towards her presence by her fellow teacher who questioned the purpose of her presence. She places a hand on her hip and looks back, swaying her tail to and fro in a sassy manner. She turns slowly and rubs her chin, feigning ignorance. She feels a bit of mischief brewing inside of her, and this was a chance to have at least some fun.

"Why, little ol' me is ever so not certain, mister Imdius." She speaks sarcastically with an overly heavy faux Southern belle accent. "Honestly, waiting for several days... er... I mean hours is quite boring and... well, can't let you hog all the excitement. She gives a wide knowing grin and plays with a lock of hair.

And besides, some of us are trying to keep the student body from tearing itself apart."

If Xue was wanting a dramatic reaction, which he really wasn't, then he had gotten exactly what he wished for. Several things happened in succession; pain flooded the Brienne's scent, faint traces of her blood mingling into the air, along with the chemical and metal scent of human blood from Gem. Bird blood - prey blood. Any other time, he might have had to stop himself from dropping into a hunter's crouch. But this time, far overriding the Hunt instinct, was the Defend instinct, triggered from a fierce, low snarl that rumbled in someone's throat. Xue's eyes snapped to Gem, the source of the sound, only to meet red eyes. Xue shifted his weight forward, instantly adjusting to the new situation; situations in the wild could change rapidly, so unlike trying to make the council, this was a situation he could adjust to easily. He faintly turned his head to the side in an offering of apology, and then returned Gem's red-eyed stare with his own, brilliant teal eyes narrowed.

"Oi oi oi, that's dangerous, Xue you could hurt somebody. Such power, you might blow half the school away." Gem growled.

Xue lowered his head a fraction, showing a flash of teeth in warning for the lower-ranked to mind his place, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Wether because this side of Gem understood this warning which would only fractionally make it through to a human or by coincidence, Gem's eyes widened a bit, the red disappearing, and he leaned back from the position he had taken.

It was then that Xue noticed the one who smelled like lizard eyeing Gem much in the same way he himself would the river during salmon season... like a buffet. Xue reevaluated the scents on the air. Fear, traces remaining from Gem's blood, and bird blood... his eyes darted over to his right, to see the Harpy girl on the ground, shivering like a leaf even though the hallway was already back in the 60s with the absence of the cold air - only being kept down by the thin layer of frost that coated here and there.

Xue frowned, and with one quick step was next to her, easily lifting the girl to her feet, not saying a word, since he didn't exactly know what to say. He watched like a hawk as she seemed to assess the damage done to her. Xue knew all too well how fragile bird wings were; he'd crushed plenty enough of them between his teeth while hunting. He just hoped hers were sturdier than the little songbirds that hopped around the forests.

Senses on high alert, he easily scented the newcomer to the scene as she came closer to him. Too close - he snatched her wrist before she touched him and gave her a pointed look, glancing back at Brienne as she began flapping her wings, feeling the strong push of air with each downward stroke.

"Do not fret, child, we all slip up, our nature is not something we can bottle away forever." She cooed at him. What was it with people and trying to coddle him today? First that guy who told him to go to the nurse (what was a nurse anyway?) when he had randomly thought Xue to be injured, and now this woman. Did his demeanor not scream 'wild arctic kitsune' enough? No, that couldn't be it. He just destroyed a large waiting room and iced several students, by accident. You really couldn't say it any louder than that. They must be insane then. Xue gave her an appraising look, one thin white brow arched quizzically upwards.

Xue heard a crackling sound, and then the lights fell off the ceiling. The teacher caught it with a sudden appendage, without even looking, just staring at him with that same smile.

... Creepy.

Xue leaned around the woman to glance at Brienne again, already taking a step forward when he noticed her eyeing her bloodied shoulder, but was stopped short by the woman placing a hand on his shoulder. He had to try really, really hard not to freeze her because oh great orion Creepy Lady was touching him. Didn't she know you weren't supposed to touch semi-feral animals, no matter how intelligent they were?

"All that matters is that... that nobody was hurt, including yourself. Now, isn't there a place y'all need to be?"" The woman continued, addressing the last bit to the crowd, and now he was trying really, really, really, really hard not to give her frostbite. She didn't seem to notice. Xue decided he deserved an award for Patience with Humanoids.

Idmus clapped his hands, drawing a quick glance from Xue. "The three student council members, you guys, will be staying..."

Xue tuned him out when the scent of Brienne's blood grew stronger again, the scents of most of the other students growing fainter, and finally Xue brought one of his own hands up to remove the female teacher's, because she obviously hadn't noticed that another student was bleeding fairly heavily. Well, for a bird student anyway. Birds' hearts beat faster, so it made sense they would loose blood faster too. That had to be stopped, before any idiotic session of teacher trying to play mentor to the kid with 'control issues'. If only she knew...

Xue walked over to Brienne, ignoring the female teacher completely now, and turned towards Idmus. After all, it wasn't like he himself could do anything; Kitsune healed too fast to ever really need medical attention, and he doubted she would appreciate the normal fox way of doing things that involved licking the wound clean."The meeting will have to wait until later. The Harpy has to get her wound healed." He informed. "Let the leader meet him first; we'll drop by later."

He had a feeling taking her there himself was going to destroy his chances of ever getting that female teacher to leave him alone, for some reason. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly let Brienne go alone; it was his fault the bird had been hurt, and the scent of her blood would be enough to overwhelm some breeds with lesser control if she passed them. No, the bird couldn't go alone, and it was his fault. As an Alpha, it was his duty to right his wrong and make sure the weaker one would be alright.

Damn instincts. He was gonna be stuck with the annoying teacher fawning over the 'kind little fox boy' until goddamn graduation, wasn't he?

It was only then that the female teacher noticed Brienne was hurt, and dealt with it by telling off Idmus in a strange accent.

Yup, that woman was definitely crazy.

Kaen Phokus

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The fight unfortunately did not last as long as Kaen had hoped. Technically by his own rules, Shame won the bout with a single strike to Randal's back. A potentially paralyzing hit if the spine was severed, and she did not use magic to attack only to move so she had not broken the rules. However the fact that she was not in full control of her magic troubled him, and showed just how much she needed more training.

Randal however had just broken Kaen's rules, as he was about to attack with a powerful magic strike and Kaen was not having it in his classroom. His movements were enhanced with a quick spell as he appeared next to the two sparring students and moved his hands faster than they could possibly react to. In his open palms was piece of sticky note each with a seal drawn on them. These he slapped across the cheeks of both students and sent them flying into the far wall with great effect. The enchantment of the ring would follow them long enough that neither would have lasting wounds but they might ache for awhile afterwards.

"What the hell do you think your doing? Both of you, see me at my magic dueling class tonight 2nd Period. For the record Shame won that fight. Now, all of you get out of my classroom!" He bellowed the last part at the entire class and from the look on his face it was obvious that "no" was not an acceptable answer. As soon as he finished the bell for the end of the period rang and so began passing period.