Headmaster Aggie's Story

"It would seem that my reputation precedes me, Agatha." He was going to make no effort to address her with respect. "The poison in your tone ruins that lovely image of yours, you know. A woman in charge should be more aware of her own image. Because your tone makes you that much uglier..." His expression never changed, even when his own tone darkened. His eyes accepted her challenge. There were so many things he could do to her with just his own power. But what if... he played with this a bit more? He would turn around and open his arms to address everyone in the cafeteria. And it wouldn't be long before his brother arrived. His plans were getting rolling faster than he expected. But it was nothing that the twins couldn't handle. No, there was nothing the twins couldn't handle.

"Behold, everyone! This is Headmistress Aggie. A real beauty, right?" He smirked, then scoffed in her direction. "It is by her power that we are chained here, shackled to this building she calls a 'school.' She is the warden of our prison. And what have any of you done wrong? Why do you deserve imprisonment?! She is one... But we, we are many." He was good and prepared for whatever she had to throw at him. But was she ready in turn? For his counter-attack? "We don't need to be prisoners. No, we could become the wardens. We could become the best we can be without false lies of 'school' and mastery. You all know this is a prison. SO rise up! Be the masters of your own fate!" He would sharply turn and point his finger at the headmistress, his wrist flicking up to expose his flat palm to her as if telling her to stop. This was him channeling a freeze on her place in time, to essentially hold her captive. In a hushed tone only she would hear, he would say in the darkest tone he could muster, "You will regret allowing my brother and I into your little 'school.' Hahaha... Welcome to hell, Agatha."

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Cindy Rayne
"This is getting hectic..."

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Several people would speak out against Mihael, claim that this place was there to help them. That people like him were the cause of everyone being here in the first place. It was a bit annoying to him to say the least, but not completely unexpected. It would take longer than he thought it would to get the others on his side. One speech simply would not do the trick. They would have to endure the harships and imprisonment here to understand it for themselves. But then they would come to him. Ask for his guidance... and maybe then he would consider it. One way or another, he would be running this place with Caelan. Maybe it wouldn't be today, but it would happen... With a sigh, he would nod once in response to everyone else. "Very well. But let it be known that if you are not with me, then you are against me. And you are with... Agatha here. Stop and think to yourselves about who is more trustworthy. Someone like you, someone who can control their ability... or her. Someone looking to control and abuse you. Adults always tell you that the world is your oyster, ripe for the picking. Don't let yourself be the ones getting picked. Seek me out if you change your minds."

This little failure of an uprising would bring two important things to mind, though. The first was that the students here were weak. Afraid. Filled with false hope of mastery. It would take time for them to come around. Not that he needed them, but there was safety in numbers. And the second was that Desire, the blood manipulator, was on his side. She had offered her loyalty to him with a nudge of the arm. This in itself was enough of a victory to him. Her power was great. And she was certainly something to look at. There was no problem there at all.

Mihael would nod at Desire with a soft smile and begin leaving the cafeteria. "Come on, then. I'll show you to the dormitories." Regardless of whether or not she followed, he had calmed down and walked right past the guards who were entering. They seemed unresponsive, unaware that anyone was moving past them. They were stoic, sturdy... almost in a stasis. Mihael's grin was a triumphant one as he left the cafeteria and made his way down the hall. With a snap of his fingers, the Headmistress and guards would be brought back into the stream of time, no longer affected by the boy's great power. "What a hell of a first day..." He would think to himself.