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Van Helsing Academy: Warriors of Daylight

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Timothy Arden [5] Deadly both up close and from a distance
Anna Hellsang [3] A strong but shy girl, who is very talented when it comes to melee combat with weapons.
Quinn Glanz [2] A Trigger Happy, Joke Cracking Guy with a Love for Weapons.
Viktor Lucair [2] [Spoiler Alert!]
Callen McDugal [2] A funloving and quirky girl with a strange origin.
Old Man Hellsang/Hellsang House [0] A man who is no longer seen, and a house that speaks with his voice
Gilliam Blake [0] "Call me Gill....you don't mind if I smoke, do you?"

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It seemed that the snowfall had ended for the day. The clouds drifted across the sky in a lazy pace, closing out much of the sunlight. It was in the middle of the afternoon in the early spring, and yet, the snow still lay thick on the ground. On the side of a tall mountain, far away from civilisation, stood a single castle. Old, but still beautiful, it could have been a marvellous tourist attraction. Instead, it had long ago been bought by a rich person with a vision. Following that vision, the castle had been turned into a school for those who was able to, and wanted to, protect humanity.

I single path led up the mountain, barely wide enough for a single car. The travellers who walked there today however, had nothing even resembling a car. There were five of them, and all bore the signs of a group who had been through a lot to reach their destination. They were all dressed in white, so as to blend in with their surroundings, but here and there, blood red stains broke the illusion. Two of them carried a third between them, obviously because he was injured. As soon as the group got close enough to the castle, they were met by three guards, and escorted inside.

The hallways were mostly empty, since lessons for the day had ended. In silence the group parted, leaving the guards by the door. The two carrying the injured moved towards the hospital wing, and the two others were heading the opposite direction. Even though they too were injured, it seemed that the information they had came first.


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"I saw them return." Callen remarked, trying to start a conversation. Next to her sat Anna, her friend, trying to find a specific book. They were in the library, partly trying to get any homework done, and trying to make time pass until dinner. She waited a few seconds, but got no reply. "They looked like they'd been through hell. Well, I saw them through the window, so I didn't get a close look, but still." There was still no reply from the other girl, and Callen was getting so bored that she was beginning to lose her focus.

"I'm just sayin' that something's up, y' know?" She then muttered, as she absent-mindedly doodled on a notepad.

"You shouldn't poke your nose where it doesn't belong, Callen." Anna then finally answered, as she looked at her friend with a faint smile. "It was a different group's assignment, so you shouldn't worry about it." She rose from her chair and turned around to face a bookshelf, where she searched for a few moments, before finding the book she needed. Her face had once again returned to her default "emotionless" expression, as it often did. She returned to the table, and fell silent for a few more moments.

Callen smirked, and gently punched Anna's shoulder. "I'm just curious, you know what I'm like."

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Viktor sat at a desk, almost the same dead-silent person he had been since he came a week before. There was a hefty automechanics split a few chapters forward, him leaning over it studiously. The only thing that separated him from those around, other than his surly disposition and general unapproachfulness, was the balison being flicked around in his left hand while he read. It was fake-dull, more accurately-but all-metal. It was just sharp enough for stabbing, although his teachers had allowed him to keep it; the edges were not tempered for cutting. It wasn't technically considered a "weapon," although the few knicks on his fingers proved it was still deadly.

With a sigh, Viktor flipped another page, twirling and creasing the new corner like he had the several last. He always did small things when he was lost in thought-picking at scabs or flipping coins-and could not help hit. He chastised himself always when he realized it was being done, but he had realized that it was nearly impossible to focus without it-like how some people can only finish their homework if the T.V. is on. The carborator... not to be confused with... because the gas-pressure... minimum jump-start voltage... lack of glow plugs... diesel engine requirements...

Two girls started talking. They broke his focus. Normally that would not happen, but these two girls were people who he had learned were to be reckoned with-Callen and Anna, who he saw around regularly. Callen had an obvious reason to avoid: She was not the kind of girl you fucked with. Ever. Anna, on the other hand, was to be feared on extension-her father was a very potentially dangerous man. To Viktor in particular, for his own family was not in good standings with the Van Helsings-not that any of the living knew that, of course.

Viktor wished to ignore them. Every conversation he had heard from them was mind-drillingly boring. "What was your answer to the homework? What class are you going to? What did he do to you, and how long is he going to be in the hospital for it? He looked back down at the mountains of text and then closed his eyes. With his concentration shattered, the balisong's blade flicked around and cut into his index finger. "Dammit," Viktor muttered under his breath. He flicked it shut, slid it into his pocket, and left his hand there so the blood would not ruin the book. Vortex theory of combustion... steam engines... voxel hose...

Still, what Callen said bothered Viktor. Who returned? He figured it was nothing, but as Callen was curious, he was paranoid. Did her favorite boy-band get back together? he wondered rather unjustly. They had not caused him grief, and still he disliked them.

Tri-spring connects to the bi-spring in order to ground the velocaraptor. "The hell?" Viktor had meant to ask in vociferation (someone had written in the book and replaced an entire paragraph with crap), however it came out rather loud, and angry sounding. He looked up when he realized this, studied each earshot-library-going he saw, and pulled the balisong back out. He resumed flicking and twisting it around, turning his attention back down to his book, ignoring the fact that he looked like he was going to mug someone.

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Quinn sat at a table near the others and had been have a nice sleep hiding behind his book of weapens, but that did not last long as he couldn't sleep. When Callen started talking, he poked his head up from behind the book and stared at Anna and Callen from his red sunglasses which he always wore covered his eye's so you couldn't really say where he was looking. However Callen and Anna were the only two people in the direction his gaze was directed towards. Quinn stared until he realized he had been staring and slowly went down back to look like he had been doing something other then looking at the two.

He went flipping through the books chapters tell he found exactly what he had been looking for, it was a old version of the crossbow. Not really old as it was high-tech to say the least. He then pushed his red sunglasses off his eyes and up onto the top of his head which was visible from behind the book, as he pondered something. But his thoughts were broken by someone who must really hate his book or something. He grumbled something in German under his breath as he closed the book and stood up to go put it away.

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"I'm fine, go help the others." These were not the words you would expect to be spoken by Timothy, especially in his current state. His arms burnt with strain. The scabbard of his blade caused him to wince every step it bounced against his wet, sticky back. Yet even so he was in the best condition of all of the out party and he hefted the most injured alongside another. The weight dragged down on his worn body, like a beckoning to death. Despite the cold, he could feel the heat of his life blood being stolen away by the mountain chill. Even the guards that attended to him and the others seemed far away and lost beneath the haze of the lethargy. Even his own, grating voice was obscured. The lift of the body from his arms was like joyful ecstasy and it was exposed in a sigh of salvation. The strain taking off from his body he dropped to his knees, exhausted. Time seemed to slow in the darkness behind his closed eyelids the few moments of stillness dragged on forever. The recent battle haunted the darkness as well, the creatures of death and terror were never easy to remove. Finally voices broke through to him. The guards had now turned their attention to him.

He looked about with distant grey eyes, lifting his arm to grasp the support offered. He pulled himself unsteadily to the feet and pushed away the help. Somewhere in his uncertain consciousness he knew he had made it this far in worse circumstances, he could make the rest of the distance himself. He staggered up the path towards the awaiting sanctuary alongside his injured teammates and those on guard duty. It only made sense to use students and ex-students for at least a proportion of the protection force, considering the likely foes. Most security forces wouldn't be so eager with a job description that states battling creatures that most people don't believe exist and normal humans have less then have of a chance against. The door rose up, awaiting to engulf the returning party. Timothy couldn't be glad they returned, they had failed. Almost at the cost of their life, it was only providence they escaped.

Then, once again, Timothy took up the burden of their fallen comrade. The guards couldn't properly leave their posts. So instead it once again fell to himself to bear the wounded towards the hospital facilities. Already the team leader and the free soldier had split off, no doubt to report their failure. The young man had to control himself to prevent his grip tightening, not keen on causing more damage. They had failed, he had failed. Once again he had proven that he wasn't good enough, he couldn't live up to his tasking. He was a soldier, he was meant to kill the creatures of the dark that threatened humanity. Instead, he nearly lost his own life and those of his team. At least they all returned alive, however lose that term was. Reaching the hospital wing the medical staff were ready and waiting. Rushing and moving himself and the others about to treatment. The young man himself had his shirt stripped off and disposed of. The rips and blood stains rendering it useless, he expected the chill of the outside against his bare, muscled flesh. Instead it was the room was warmed to be comfortable. Timothy didn't like it, he wanted the feel of a cool breeze instead of more warmth. It felt like the congealing blood against his back. However, whichever temperature, its sensation and the the cleaning of his wounds reminded him he was alive.

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Anna had noticed that one or two others had looked at them, but figured that they had merely been annoyed at Callen's loud words. For some reason, Anna had for a long time been convinced that her friend would never master the fine art of discretion, but had paid it little mind for a long time. Still, the way Callen without hesitation discussed an assignment she shouldn't have known about made her uneasy. If they were ever in the risk of being captured by the enemy, she'd have to make sure they didn't get their hands on Callen, since her ability to keep secrets was quite... poor.

"You know, I think it was Jones who was injured the most." Callen suddenly said, almost as if she was expecting a specific reaction from Anna. While the expression on Anna's face didn't change at all, it seemed that she no longer was just as eager to flip through the pages of her book. She hesitated for a short moment, before looking at Callen, and opening her mouth to speak.

"That can't be, he's an excellent Soldier." Anna said, not quite being successful in hiding that she was now worried. She couldn't find a fixed point to look at, and she couldn't keep herself from fidgeting with her shirt. "He'd know better than to get hurt."

Callen sighed, and slowly patted Anna on the back. "I'll take care of your stuff, you hurry along." The words had only just escaped her lips when Anna rose, and it seemed that she moved at supersonic speed as she ran towards the hospital wing.

As Callen was left behind she slowly packed their bags, and with a glance and a smile at those around her, she mumbled, just loud enough for them to hear. "Sorry about all the noise."

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Anna reached the hospital wing, almost out of breath from running up and down stairs, that had seemed unending to her. Now, she stood face to face with a nurse, begging for permission to see Jones. "Please let me in, I'm a friend of his!" She said, trying to appear cool and collected. The nurse of course saw straight through the act, and sighed.

"Miss Hellsang, I can't let you see him. He's..." She paused shortly, her face revealing that she was very uncomfortable with giving bad news. "He's got bad chances of making it through. I'm sorry if he's your boyfriend, but -" Anna cut her off abruptly, her rage clearly visible. "He is not. But if what you're saying is true, at least let a friend be with him."

The nurse was hesitant, but agreed. "Very well, but you will not touch him, and you must stay at a safe distance." The two of them walked in, side by side. Anna could hardly keep herself from running to Jones' bedside, but she managed to keep her fear under control. At the farthest end of the room, she could see him. He was laying completely still covered in blood and bandages, and it seemed that he was barely breathing. In other parts of the room, she could see some of those who had been his teammates, and while they seemed to be in better condition than Jones, she couldn't help but to wonder what had been able to do so much harm.

As she walked closer to his bed, he turned his head to look at her. He moved very slowly, but he gave her a smile, a tired and scared smile. She stopped a few steps away from him, and returned it.

"How nice of you to visit me. I've barely been here for an hour, and I've already got visitors." He said, attempting to sound cheerful. Anna didn't reply, instead she stared at the floor. Jones continued, his tone changing, his words slowing down and slurring. "Take this." He then said, as he halfheartedly tried to give her something he was holding. "I noticed some stuff... strange things... Even for the... Standard of this school. I ... Wrote them down." He paused, and licked his lips. "Maybe you... can make some sense of it." She gently took the book from his grasp, and looked at it. It was no bigger than it could fit in her palm, and a tiny pencil was tied to it with a piece of string. The cover was a light blue, and stained with blood here and there. "I haven't mentioned this... To others."

She looked at him, realising that he was trying to say goodbye to her. "You were a good friend. I liked fencing with you." She said, trying to comfort him a little. Then, she hesitated, before speaking again. "Can I sit here. Just for a little?" She asked, to which he smiled. "No. I'd prefer... if you left. It's bad enough... that you saw me in this state."

"I'll miss you." She whispered, her words not even really audible. Jones had already closed his eyes. A few moments later, she was led out of the hospital wing, while the nurses and doctors were swarming around Jones, desperately trying to save his life. Anna had a strong feeling that they wouldn't make it.

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Quinn was walking past them as Callen and Anna when they had talked about someone being injured? He muttered a more Gothic German word under his breath, Quinn's attention turned to Anna as she left he'd been here a good 3 years and had talked a bit, maybe sparred a few time's and he was sure she won each time. Of course he knew why, he was a Soldier yes but skilled like Anna in close combat, no he wasn't. He was good but liked to deal with the creatures of the night from a far. As Callen apolgized he put the book back where he had found it, "It's okay I enjoy alittle gossip." he smiled for a moment as he looked at Callen and then put his sunglasses back on to cover his pale blue eye's. He always had worn them probably the only time he didn't was when he sleep. "I don't think we've meet." he said keeping his voice down to not disturb anyone who was in the library. "I'm Quinn."

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Viktor looked up again when he heard German spoken behind him. What has caused the reaction was that he had thought someone was injured-German is a very angry sounding language-but the scrabble of linguistics that he had told him otherwise when the older version of the language was spoken. "Hmmph..." He grumbled something to himself, closed the book, and rose. Then Anna went running past him. What the hell is her problem? He returned the book to the shelf to which it belonged, came back to push in his chair, and walked out of the library. There was a bit of buzz of various people wondering why that girl had so rudely burst through their hallway. He promptly turned and walked in the opposite direction, his right hand in his pocket and his left hand flicking around the little three-piece knife.

Viktor grew quite bored quite quickly. Suits of armor carrying halberds and claymores, fourteenth and late-thirteenth century paraphernalia might impress first-year students and parents, but to him it was a collection of shiny scrap metal. The only thing that held any value to it was how it was all real-this castle was not for show. He could take one of the great swords from its rack and swing it, and a head would lop off. Albeit with a ragged cut; he knew not how often all of this equipment was sharpened. Ought to be in an armory; plenty of little daggers and other vengeance-seeking armaments were laying around. He changed hands and thoughts when his wrist grew arthritic.

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Timothy sat silently, he had been tended to and bandaged up with the administration of a little pain killers before being left to recover on his own. In the end there wasn't any serious injuries that couldn't be tended to by time. Their attentions were better used elsewhere, in fact Timothy insisted it would be so. He knew the basics, keep the bandages and wound clean, avoid exercise and anything that could reopen the injuries. He still didn't feel well enough to remove himself from the infirmary, he could hardly summon the ability to stand. That was more mental then physical, he knew he could stand and support himself but his every muscle felt lethargic. So it was he sat on a white bed, watching the nurses and doctors attend to the others particularly around the critically wounded Jones. He didn't feel particularly odd, his torso wrapped in white strips of fabric. He sat and mulled over whatever happened but it was still a mass of chaos in his mind. It happened so fast and violently all that kept him alive was instinct. It wasn't good enough he reminding himself, looking up towards Jones'. Hands clasped before him weakly. He watched as Anna arrived, making such a fuss about seeing him, her voice filled with concern.

Timothy's head dropped and he let a growl escape from his lips. He could have done better, he should have done better. There was no true regret, only anger. Towards himself, towards the creatures that assaulted them. He wanted to do something but he was incapable, in such a state he was in. His already frowning features set into a snarl, fighting his exhausted body. Pushing himself to a stand, he couldn't just sit there doing nothing. Even though he had nothing to do, the others had already reported back and from then on the group would probably be disbanded. If there were no injuries they would merely return to their schooling or however they filled their time. Of course in this case that couldn't happen. So instead the young mans attention was caught by the quiet coming from Jones direction. He stood and watched the talk, too far away to hear anything but it was obvious that they were close. He had been dangerously wounded when Timothy took the chance to deliver some first aid. It had been several hours and long trip and his condition could only have worsened. Arden watched the victim hand the girl something, a book? He couldn't really tell but he couldn't help but feel it was a sign that there wasn't time left.

With that thought, Timothy couldn't cope with his anger. Snatching his sword and wincing a little at the sudden movement, he stormed from the hospital ward. Most nurses and doctors were busy elsewhere and it was known that he was well enough to leave. Outside the room he allowed himself to vent the rage. A roar ripped from his chest, a hand ramming a nearby wall. With that singed explosion he felt slightly calmer. Luckily the corridor was empty so his action went unnoticed except by another who had just left the room. Timothy turned to notice Anna, an observer to his outburst. He took a breath to calm himself more before moving over towards her. Hopefully she wouldn't be too disturbed. They didn't know each other, although he did at least know who she was.
"Sorry about that." He voice still carried an edge but his words were sincere. "I'm sorry about Jones too, that I couldn't do more for him." He gave a pause before continuing. "Were you close? What was that he gave you?" It was simple curiosity, what his team mate's last actions were. Perhaps something worthwhile, a kind of redemption.

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Callen was at first surprised, but then couldn't help but to crack a smile at the boy in front of her. Perhaps he was more of a young man than a boy? She couldn't quite determine it, especially since he wore sunglasses. It was the kind you couldn't see through, in fact, all she saw was her own smiling face. "Hello there, Quinn with the sunglasses. I'm Callen." She held her hand out to shake his, to make a proper introduction. "And we have the gossip thing in common," she added. Try as she might, she couldn't hide that she liked talking about secrets and such. The one she had spoken of was a particularly interesting one, too, so she could see why it had caught his interest.

"You've been here a long time, right? Then how come you haven't said hello earlier?" She then asked, thinking that a conversation wouldn't be out of her way.

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Had they been close, her and Jones? Maybe. She had never referred to him by his first name, she had never had a particularly personal conversation with him, but... She'd still considered him a friend. "We fenced together." She said, her voice sounding fragile and as if the sound was about to shatter like glass. "He was very skilled. He was the only one I couldn't beat."

Slowly, she gathered herself, and realised that she was still holding the book in her hands. She glanced at the spot on the wall that he'd hit, and then at his hand, wondering if he hadn't injured himself in his rather unprovoked attack. The thought was strange, but she pushed it aside, deciding that it was caused by shock. "It's just a book." she then told him, as she held it up in front of his face. "He said he'd written it, so it's probably a journal."

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Quinn's smile grew alittle as he shook her hand, he had a firm grip nothing that would hurt of course his own hand had a leather fingerless glove on which he had on both of his hands. "Nice to meet you Callen." he then put his hand at his side. "You could say I like to hear a story or pieces of gossip here and there."

When she asked him why he had never said hello earlier he nodded and chuckled slightly "Never had the time and well. Different classes mostly and your usually with Anna." he then scratched his head, "Lets see the date today is...." his voice got quiet before he spoke up again. "3 years."

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Viktor turned left at the end of the hall and switched hands again. Someone walked up to him, a younger chap who's name may or may not have been Joshua. He was smiling brightly. His inhuman politeness and overly-friendly attitude were... well, disturbing to say the least. With a sigh, Viktor collapsed the knife and slid it into his pocket, then tried to be sociable. "Heyo, uh, Weektor! (If anyone gets the Star Trek reference there, they get a cookie) You're the new kid, right?" Kid seemed to be a rather unfitting term, as he was two years Joshua's elder. "Probably," he answered, his demeanor no where as warm as Joshua's.
"I saw you in Gym yesterday. You can really jump, y'know that? Yeah, sure was impressive." Viktor did not like the way Joshua's eyes darted around when he spoke, like a rat. Or how he was unusually skinny. No muscle, either. Like a kite. Didn't look like a Soldier-type, so far as he had seen.
"Thank you," Viktor offered. He could tell his patience was going to fail quickly. He turned another corner, and Joshua continued, much to his dismay.
"Oh yeah no problem, buddy. Say, eh, how are you today?" Viktor did not wish to be referred to as "Buddy," yet this nuisance spoke too quickly to be interrupted. "I am fine."
"Oh, just fine? Yeah, I'm pretty fine, too. Real cool. Yeah, don't gotta worry 'bout Joshua here. Hah-ha! Eh? Gotta keep it real fine, y'know?" Viktor's hand curled into a fist in his pocket. It was good they did not allow him a real balisong, and it was to Joshua's benefit that his kukri, Sepulcher, was kept lock-and-key under his bed. Darned school, making me keep her out of the light. Made me promise to play nice and all that. Hmmph. I'm not THAT unsociable, am I?

Lost in his own thought, Viktor became aware of a little buzzing at the back of his own mind, and then felt something punch him in the arm. He sobered quickly. Joshua had been talking-and he was lucky enough to miss most of it. "What do you think? I mean, maybe they were a bad choice, but they do all the runnin' and jumpin' and stuff, don't they?" Viktor cocked a brow, obviously not understanding. "My shoes, buddy! Duh. What do you think I was talking about?"
"O-oh yeah, no, they're fine."
"I like your boots, Veektor." The way he drew out the "ee" reminded Viktor of nails on board or a knife scraped across a kitchen saucepan. "They look real heavy, though. You must have strong legs." His eyes went to darting around again. Viktor guessed it must have been an issue with paranoia. Or that he was suspicious. "You run real fast, too." He did not understand why this kid was trying to kiss-up to him, though. He wasn't popular-he didn't think he'd made a single friend while he was here-and he had no special privileges in the school. In fact, if he was trying to suck up, he should be getting to Callen (Never mind; she'd make the poor kid cry) he should be getting on the good side of one of Anna's friends so they could mosy him over to her. She was the only student that should expect special treatment, on account of the "Rich daddy" and all that. What was this child's problem?

Viktor's arm suddenly felt pain again. He had missed a few minutes of Joshua's talking. Good! "I could use some help with it."
"Help with what?"
Joshua laughed like it was a joke. Obviously being wholly ignored did not bother him. "With lifting, y'know? I could use a spotter." He had the muscle mass of a degenerate baby.
"The Gym isn't open. Do it during class."
"Aww c'mon, don't be like that, man! We can skirt a few... rules. Won't hurt nobody. Just get some exercise, y'know? I mean, in fact, that should be our moral obligation. How are we going to fight the monsters of the night if we don't work out? Huh?"
Viktor sighed. "Frankly, I don't like the idea of seeing you in athletic shorts if I don't need to. No."
Joshua laughed like it was a good joke, again. "What? You a homophobe? C'mon, man, it ain't like that! It wouldn't be gay or anything. But... I mean... y'know... if you were like that... then... y'know..."

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James was in a dark corner of the library that he had happily called his “office” currently he was attending to a freshman named Candy Parker whom much to his delight stumbled into the row of books looking for an old journal. So old stuffy man’s rants and rambles of things that seem so trivial right now. Not many people looked at these old books anymore they seemed to just sit on the shelf gathering dust and mildew.

He was rater busy for a pretty long time, but when he had at last finished “tending” to Candy he got up and headed to the main Library back into the bright end once more. He watched as people whispered and muttered to one another their little gossipy ways.


Hey old man Rest your head
You're breaking down inside
Armour's cracked,
set to collapse
Damn you, don't you cry


He sat down at a table and opened his father’s latest letter, as always it began with the melodramatic Dear Son. Then again The Earl has never been one for sentimentality. Which properly is why James seeks love from others as a result of not enough at home, If you believe in that mumbo jumbo which James certainly dose not.

Dear Son,

I trust you schooling is going well, I have after all spent a great deal of money on that school of yours and if you are not receiving the education your mother insists is necessary.


Of course, he cared more of the money then his son’s well being! James laughed shaking his head, “fuck!” as he read on he couldn’t help but look around at the other students in the Library, he took his eyes of the letter and started to count the people completely subconsciously and unaware of what he was doing. He felt like he was in a daze as he started to lesion in on what other people were saying.

Travel gossip: “He is soo… Cute!”

And more impotent things: something about a guy getting hurt… his hand grabbed a piece of paper and started writing fiercely what he over herd compliantly unaware of what he was doing.

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Timothy nodded in agreement with her, Jones was certainly exceptionally skilled with a blade. That he was the one to fall was a testament to the ferocity of the attack, but no excuse.
"It was the same here, although he wasn't the only one." There was still a slight in his words, as if the lost of a skilled rival angered him. Possibly one could misinterpret. He mutated sadness to anger but it was not true that he felt no sorrow. "I bested him once, but that was sparring and we bent the rules a little. I outlasted him." He stopped, realizing the poor choice of words. Once again he had outlasted Jones but in this case it may have been the last time. He watch Anna careful, prepared to apologize if he had overstepped some boundary. She seemed ready to break apart. His comment about the book even seemed to surprise her, as if her thoughts were occupied else where.

He noticed her glancing at his hand, red still adorning the area that make contact with the unyielding wall. He shook his head.
"Don't worry about me, I'm okay. You could say I've been through worse." Even though the lines were slightly humorous the boy's tone didn't inflect that. His heart wasn't into lightening the situation. Rolling his shoulders to test his back he proved his point. A little numbness in his hand couldn't really contend with the sharp pain of rent flesh. "Well, he gave it to you. I suppose its yours to read. I won't intrude, unless there is something relevant to us in there. I'll see you again." He couldn't quite leave with a smile, not in this situation. So it was almost a awkward moment as he turned and walked off, wrapped in bandages and carrying his sword and weapon harness in one hand.

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"Then you've been here much longer than me!" Callen exclaimed, realising that she was talking to someone she ought to think of as her senior. Most of the students started when they turned fifteen, so it was pretty safe to assume that Quinn was at least a year older than her. She let go of his hand, and instead hoisted up in her own and Anna's bag. She turned slightly, to face the door, and then grinned at him. "I hang out with Anna a lot 'cause she's kick ass. She has this deadpan-snarker type of humour, and it get's me every time! But, enough about her."

She paused for a second and pouted, a habit of hers that indicated she was thinking about something. "Quinn. That's a pretty funky name. And I couldn't help but noticing, you've got an accent. Where's that from? When I first got here, no one could understand what I was saying." She then tilted her head towards the door, "Are you gonna walk with me, or are we gonna talk later?" She asked, taking a few steps.

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She was quite confused by the young man, and realised that she didn't know who he was. He did look like he needed to rest, and she figured that she'd let him. "Yes." Was all she said as he walked away, leaving her in silence. She begun walking, not having a destination in mind, and slowly she began flipping through the pages of the book. Most of it seemed like it was random scribblings, musings on clouds, food, small drawings, times and dates that had mattered to Jones. She then opened the book from the back, wondering if he'd managed to fill it out. The last three pages were completely blank, but on the fourth to last page, there was a note that caught her attention. It was dated nine days earlier.

"Appeared without fail for four days. North tower, at 23:56. She is counting down. Started at 13. Investigate."

She looked closer at the words, wondering whom the person was. It was a woman, apparently. But the last word, the final word in the book, she could hardly get her eyes away from it. Should she treat it as his final request?

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Quinn took a step back as he was bombarded by all of Callen's questions. "Well I came here when I turned fifteen, so it's been three years one week and five days." he said remembering it perfectly,Quinn chuckled as Callen mentioned Anna, "Yah I know Anna is 'Kick-Ass' I've had brusies to prove it." he said rubbing his arm.

He walked up to the Libraries door and opened it for Callen and him but let her go first, he didn't say anything when she mentioned his name was 'Funky' "My Accent it's German...Born and Raised in Berlin," he grinned as he glanced around the Library once more, "I wouldn't mind a walk?" he pushed his sunglasses up alittle revealing light blue eye's for only a moment as he looked Callen over, "Hmmm must say interesting choice of color." he said pushing his sunglasses back down smiling as he commented on her red hair.

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Viktor took a secon dto understand what he meant. "If I were like ... what, are you?!" He sighed. He needed some excuse to get out of this. Why would he try to ask me out...? Do I look homosexual or something? They made another turn, and Viktor realized they had both gone in one large square. The library door was there, along with the German and the Asian. "Sorry nevermind yeah you're not that kind of guy y'know but whatever just askin' I'm not like that or nothin'!" Joshua was very close to getting himself knocked out. Viktor made sure his balisong was in his pocket as they came back towards the library door.

"Uh, hey, er.. Collin!" Viktor cleared his throat and hoped he had said Callen's name right. Obviously he hadn't. "I need your help. Um, can I ask you ask you a question about ... eh... engines? I've got an assignment about the difference between V6 and V8 engines. I need to model a V12 setup. Would you mind?" He did not mean to interrupt her conversation with her friend, merely to get rid of the this Joshua.

"Oh, but Vector, I think I could help." Viktor rolled his eyes and tried to offer a convincing smile.
"No, Joshua, that will be alright. Thank you, though. Please, I've got something to discuss with my friends here. I'll ask you tomorrow in class, alright?" Joshua smiled very excitedly. He obviously craved attention of any sort. "Oh yes of course tomorrow that will be perfect I'll see you then okay yeah!" He turned and walked back the way they had come. Viktor let out a rather exasperated sigh, then turned his head to look at Callen and her German friend. "Um, hello." He cleared his throat again and tried to think of something to say. Dammit! Now I've got to talk to these people. What's with the sunglasses? I thought they were against the rules inside. Does he think he's cool or something? Isn't there a name for his kind of people? Hipesters or something? Oh God they disgust me. I don't care where you band is relative to the ground! Or how much cooler you are than other people. Oh, but the girl. Hmm. Asian. North or south? Eh... looks southeast. Likely Korea. Too lightly skinned for the Philippines. He offered "hello" again and hoped he had not completely crashed their conversation. "Sorry, I don't mean to be a bother."

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Callen had been in the middle of explaining her red hair to Quinn, telling him how the habit had begun as an attempt to fit in better in Scotland. With time, it had become so ingrained in her that she'd started thinking that she'd look weird with her natural black hair. Just as she'd begun remarking on Berlin (which she, in truth, only knew about through history lessons and a particularly wonderful piece of music), she was interrupted. At first she had no idea that Collin was supposed to be her, but when she turned to see who was calling out, she realised that it was just a guy who had misunderstood her name. Her expression darkened at once, but then she realised what was probably going on.

Th younger kid seemed to slither off, and by the looks of it, he'd made the other one veeery uncomfortable. "It's cool, man." she said, peeking over his shoulder to make sure the younger kid was gone. "And he turned the corner," she said, her voice lowered. "You should be safe."

She raised a brow as she looked at him, not even trying to hide that she wasn't purely happy. "My name's Callen. If you're gonna need me to save you from that guy again, it'd be pretty good if you'd bother remembering."

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It couldn't hurt, could it? Besides, it was just the right amount of mysterious, so she could hardly not investigate it. Anna had stopped by a window, and looked outside, watching people pass by. Most of them seemed busy, but for her it felt like she had found the only spot in the world where time stood still. Slowly, as she thought about how she'd sneak up to the tower, she undid her braided hair, to let it hang loose. She wondered if she should make her way back to her and Callen's room, after all, Callen would probably be back already.

With that thought, she hurried along to the third floor, where the girls dorm rooms were. The boy dorms were on the floor below, and on both floors, the opposite sex were not allowed after nightfall.

Anna walked to the sixteenth door, humming a little tune to herself as she unlocked the door. As soon as the door slid open, she almost yelled out for Callen, thinking that the sooner she'd tell her about Jones and the book, the better.

"Callen, listen, I have to tell you... Oh. You're not here." the words degenerated into a mumble as she realised that the room was empty.

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Quinn had been listening intently to Callen's talk about her hair and why she had it before she moved onto the subject of Berlin which made him smile. He did miss it there, but mainly his family which he knew he'd never see again.

But she had been interuptted by another kid asking about V8 or V12 Engines? Or something like that. However Quinn just saw Viktor getting angry with his younger counterpart and trying to get rid of him. His gaze returned to Vitkor and gave him a small smile, "Hello." his gaze from behind his glasses looked down at Viktors boots then up without anyone noticing.

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Viktor ignored Quinn, who would forever be known as "Glasses" to him. He stuck a hand out to shake with Callen. "I'm sorry, madame." He sounded slightly accented. Perhaps a Russian/eastern-Europe tie for two generations ago. It made his voice sound a little more gentle than he had intended. Likely it was more of a Kyrgyzstan/Ukraine mix. "I appreciate the help." He looked at Glasses and offered a polite smile. He did not care to make more enemies; one person pestering him was enough. "Eh... I'm not bothering ye both too much, am I?" He looked over his shoulder to make sure that the Joshua person was gone. "I was sort of serious about the, eh, engines though. If you wouldn't mind, Callen. I'm Viktor by the way."

Viktor looked Callen over and-if he approved or disapproved-made no indication of his thoughts or intentions. "The, eh, engines. I understand that basics. The compression and combustion parts are all simple. It's just arranging twelve V-formats in a small car, say, four-person two-door car with a small trunk. If not I can go bother someone else."

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"Well, I hate to let you down man, but we were kinda in the middle of somethin'." Callen started, obviosly being sincere about what she was saying. She raised one hand to scratch the back of her neck, and then hesitated for a second, she looked at Viktor, as if she measured him somehow, judging him, or perhaps just wondering what she should do. "But, if it's really urgent, you can go see Hark Gregoritch. That guy's dad was a mechanic, and Hark is pretty skilled, at least more than me." She smiled, and then tilted her head, "Or if it's not urgent we can just meet up tomorrow. My schedule is completly normal, so I'm probably going to be here," She made a gesture with one hand towards the library doors as she spoke, "Around four. Hope that works for ya, mate!"

With that she once more looked at Quinn, and nodded down the hall in the opposite direction of the one Viktor had emerged from. "It was that walk, wasn't it?" She asked, as she placed her hand on his arm, as if to hurry him along.

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Anna had sat down on her bed, and she had for quite some time now, just looked out the window. She had been completely silent, not even her breathing was audible. She had put the book on the table beside her bed, not wanting to think more about the things Jones had written in it. Instead, she used the silent moment to reminisce, and remember all the time's they'd spoken.

Slowly, she realised that she'd forgotten about the young man who'd asked about the book. Her eyes widened slightly, as she remembered that she had promised to let him know if there was anything relevant in it. Did the last note count as relevant? Well, it just might, and it would be better to be safe than sorry. The only problem she had was that she had absolutely no idea what his name was. She still wanted to find him, despite that.

She recalled the clearest image she had of him, and decided that she would have to just describe him to others, if he weren't in the hospital wing, or if they wouldn't tell her his name.

Anna rose from her bed, and grabbed the book once more. She quickly glanced around the room, to see if she would forget anything if she left, but it didn't seem so. She locked the door behind her as she left, walking at a pace that would tell anyone that she was in a hurry. First, she would go where she had last seen him, and from there expand the search.

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Quinn just put his hands behind his back alittle disappointed as he thought Callen was going to help Viktor with his engine problem, but didn't show it. Quinn was about to tell Callen it'd be okay if she had to help Viktor they could go for a walk any other time. But before he could get a word in she already gave Viktor someone else to go too and then was directing Quinn down the hall Viktor had just come from.

"Walk? Er yes we were going to go for a walk." he glanced over his shoulder as him and Callen walked away and looked at Viktor for a moment before looking back at Callen as she continued to hurried Quinn along. "So where do you want to go?"

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Viktor nodded and sighed. "Tomorrow at four, then, eh, thank you." He did not like how he was so casually brushed off, and would have made his point by following them had she not so thoroughly rejected him from their little group. It was not that he liked walks, or that he had his feelings hurt, it was an issue of "What the hell? Did you even consider asking if I wanted to come? Jerk." He figured Callen/Smug Glasses were an "item" (is that still the popular word for it? Fucking hipsters) and left it at that; he had best not intrude on a date. A school meant to train world-class killers and think-tank material, and they churn out burnt-out whoreish woman. Not that Col-Callen looked like a slut or anything, but, y'know... I'm not around them very often, so I wouldn't know. I guess if they smell like one of dad's "girlfriends" then yes.

Viktor looked up. They were down the hall before he had realized they even started walking. Dammit. I need to pay more attention. And leave before Jeshqua or whoever comes back. He looked over his shoulder, then walked off in the opposite direction of Callen/Shades.

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Anna had reached the hospital wing, and had been told that she most definitely would not be let in this time. It was the same nurse as before, and judging by the look on her face, as Anna asked to be allowed inside, this particular nurse was somehow superstitious. After all, the way her smile had turned into a frightening grimace as soon as she had laid eyes upon Anna once more, didn't seem like it was just a tick she couldn't hide.

Not really knowing where to go then, she had simply just begun wandering towards the tower mentioned in the book. Who knew, perhaps she'd catch a lucky break, and she might even meet the person Jones had mentioned. It couldn't hurt, now could it?

On her way there, she only passed three others, one being a teacher and the two other being students she'd never talked to. It felt a little like the entire place got more and more deserted the closer she got to the tower. She felt more alone as the seconds passed, and slowly she managed to freak herself out, more and more. She couldn't explain why, but the thought "This would be the ideal time to strike of someone wanted me dead." kept popping up, and claiming her attention.

However, it seemed that no one wanted to kill her, because she reached the door to the stairway without any interruptions. It was a heavy wooden door, and it looked like it had been there since the castle had been build. She was just about to put her hand on the handle, and open the door, when she looked down and noticed something on the floor.

It was a comb. It looked delicate, thin and fragile, almost as if it would break if she picked it up. It very much looked like it was made of silver, and as she took it, and weighed it in her hand, she couldn't help but to wonder who would lose such a beautiful thing.


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"I was thinking the cafeteria. We can get something warm to drink, 'cause I'm freezing." Callen said, "However, I'd like to get these bags back to my room first, it seems troublesome to keep carryin' them along." She smiled, and assumed that he did not mind the detour. Callen strolled along, in a slow pace, so as to make conversation easier for the both of them. Mostly she made smalltalk, asking his opinion on a number of different things, such as the school, his attitude towards monsters, as they were most commonly referred to, and which types of food he liked.

As she unlocked and opened the door to her and Anna's room, she noticed, just shortly, without really putting any weight on it, that Anna had already been there. She put the bags down, and grabbed a shirt on her way out again.

"So, tell me about when the Academy came for you." She said to Quinn, referring to how the school would usually contact potential people.

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"Cafeteria sounds perfect." he smiled the whole way and he had to slow down his pace since he usually speed walked through the hallways,he answered every question and offered if shed like him to carry her bags. With monsters well he didn't really like any of them. But he hated Werewolfs the most. Food? Hmm that was alittle harder but he ate almost anything and wasn't picky, he liked to try different things aswell. The school had been his home for the
past three years.

When they came to the girls dorms this had been his first time there, well in the girls atleast. He looked up and made eye contact, well not really because of the sunglasses as she asked the next question "It was after my parents died. I never got to see there bodies or anything. Was just given a small locket." he paused for a moment as he tucked a silver chain alittle farther under his shirt. "I was too old to be adopted really. Who'd want a fifteen year old boy. A man came and offered me somewhere to go learn do something with my life use my talents. I don't even remember what he looked like." he chuckled and looked off down the hallway. "and I've been here ever since." he said smiling, "How about you Callen?" he said his smile growing alittle larger as he waited for her.