After the infirmary, Dyana went to her room and passed out from both physical and emotional pain. She woke up shortly after to go to class but they were more a daze then anything. It seemed Colt was avoiding her more, which was even worse for her, she blamed herself again and again. She went to lunch and sat by herself, then skipped dinner and went to pick up her gun. Going back to her room during dinner, she took apart the gun and inspected every piece, memorizing it and then quickly reassembling it. she held it up and aimed at the door BANG! she thought in her mind.
She looked at the door connecting her and Colt and she stood her hands hovering. She knocked at talked through it "I...I know that you are avoiding me, and I understand...I really fucked up on this one, ya know?" her eyes kinda teared up and she smiled, putting her head against the door "I dont even know if your on the other side of this door, but...I think I have feelings for you, isn't that crazy? The big trouble maker has an admirer..." she laughed sadly "And...the fucked up part is? It's only been two days but...with in those two days the big trouble maker has made me feel more like girl then anyone has...and now he hates me" she was crying at this point "I'm sorry...if you still feel like being around me...my doors are always open..." she stood there half hoping he wasn't even in the room, so that she was just talking to herself.
The day passes by faster than Lilith ever thought it could. Nothing special happened, but in all honesty Lilith really hadn't been paying attention. She had put up her biggest fight against Mason, and yet she got one of the lowest scores. Her side was raw and her back ached, because of how much she had been tossed around by the huge boy, but she still didn't feel like it had been worth it.
Dinner went by in a rush, and all Lilith are was a few apples she took out of the lunchroom. She took sips of bubbling champagne, but it didn't make her feel can't or amazing anymore. The extravagant things made her feel more like a Principal girl. One that had always been a princess all her life, because she wasn't good enough to make it without pampering.
Lilith crushed the champagne glass in her hands, spilling what was left in the glass onto the sheets. She swore, and looked at her hand, but nothing seemed to be stuck in it. She glanced around, realizing she had just used her Anamoly without realizing it. She bit her tongue so she wouldn't shout, and carefully cleaned up the bits of glass from the bed. She had to get out of this room, it was only making her mental condition worse. She grabbed her swimsuit without thinking, tossed the shards of glass in the trashcan, and rushed towards the pool
The pool was nice, and very serene. Lilith wasn't sure how swimming would effect her back, but she didn't really care either. She didn't notice anyone else, so she went into a corner to change our of her clothes. In her bathing suit, she could see the inky splotches left from her fight with Mason, and she cringed. "Crap, I look like a letter." She muttered, and then she slowly started to approach the pool, now aware of how bad her wounds could really hurt.
She slid into the pool like a turtle, her toes skimming the water and then slowly creeping down until she could feel the water envelop her foot, up to her ankle. Then she watched as the rest of her body sank into the water, a distorted image because of how the blue-tinted water seemed to sway with her movements. As the cool water rushed over her sides she let out a small sound of glee. The water cooled off her sides and it made her feel relaxed. For the first time since she got to the academy Lilith didnt care if she looked amazing or not, she just wanted to let herself go in the pool and stay there for as long as she wanted.
She floated on her stomach, holding her breath and practicing the dead man float one of her more riveting butlers had taught her. Then she lifted herself up, catching her breath, and floated on her back on the pool. She let the water carry her, and she thought about nothing.
The rest of the day was a bit of a blur for Sarah, after the rest of her classes she went to the infirmary where she thankfully took and passed a concussion test. After dinner she went for a run around the grounds of the facility before deciding to head to her room. Once she got there she changed into her pyjamas and collapsed in tears on her bed. The disappointment in losing her fight, the adrenaline dump and a massive sense of relief that she wasn't seriously hurt hitting her like a ton of bricks.
After dinner, Nya felt better. She had a cleared her mind and had a game plan. The first step to that plan was talking to Colt. He had been her biggest threat and she knew the best way to level that threat was to create an alliance. Nya could be a persuasive person when necessary but knew that she needed to find out where Colt's head was if she was to be effective. She wandered up and down the dorm halls, trying to find which room was his. She didn't even know if he'd be in his room. He didn't seem like the type to just sit around. She eventually found the set of doors indicating Dyana and Colt's rooms. She heard a quiet conversation going on in Dyana's room. He's probably in there, she thought, they've been giving each other lovey eyes since they got here. Nya thought it'd be rude to interrupt so she turned to go back to her room. A few steps down the hall, she immediately changed her mind. "Suck it up, Vega," she whispered to herself. She decided she'd do the politically correct thing and try Colt's room first. Afterall, what reason did she really have to talk to Dyana? She knocked on his door. "Hello?" she called out.
After the torturous tournament Zeph only had one thing on her mind. She was going to break something, anything, she had been forced to watch an event that she could have competed and likely gotten to know the minds of her fellow recruits but instead she had been left to the way side due to an incompetent hick. She tried to recall it but all she could remember was the color red and the obvious embarrassment and anger she had felt when the instructor singled her out.
She made her way to the training room, what she saw when she arrived brought a rather pleased sigh from her. Various sections with devices intended to either increase your strengths or test them. She made her way to a locker area and changed into some form fitting clothes, exposing her tone frame. She taped up her hands while she looked over at the bizarre looking machines that probably required some manner of clearance to use, but she looked forward to finding out what they where for. She noticed a second section but it had a key card readout along with what looked to be an optic based identification system...
"Perhaps tomorrow."
What she could get at would more than suffice for a stress reliever, particularly the mat, and the uneven bars. She stepped lightly over the mat feeling its slight spring from the cushions within, her steps gained momentum till she began a series of flips, the flips came to a perfect stop just shy of the wall. She turned towards the Uneven bars and shook both her hands as if to loosen the tight wraps that covered them. Her feet took off from the mat almost a meter and a half in order to reach the lower bar. Zeph pulled herself up into a perfect handstand, she held it for an entire minute before letting herself swing down, and around, and around. At the peak she would release and somersault only to grab the lower bar once more. The grace of it made apparent in the fact she had completely reversed her momentum. Her routine would continue as she shifted bar to bar before finally she would release herself into the air doing a double axle and sticking the landing.
Sweat dripped down her brow, her breath labored but her mind at complete ease. She grabbed a towel and headed to the showers, washing away the last of her irritation. While she returned to gather her belongings she noticed the bathing suit and the connection to the pool, and the sole occupant. A girl who showed she had some mettle despite losing, One who is honorable in defeat will learn from it.
Rather than ignore her, Zeph opted to attempt to acknowledge her new impression of the girl. As with the expected grace she dived into the pool, making hardly a sound and a even smaller ripple. Her knuckles stung in the water reminding her of the embarrassing out burst she had in front of everyone. While she gathered a better opinion of her peers the likely thought little of her. Logan must die. She would swim to the side of the girl in the waters, and swallow her pride.
"Lilith, I admit I mistook you for another one of my friends servants. You must know she had many and your behavior reminded me of her numerous people who would be caught up in her charisma. I had not meant my earlier assessment out of spite, as you clearly took it as an insult." As she spoke her cheeks began to match the vibrant red of her hair, as she struggled to admit her fault. "You showed you where capable of standing alone and though you lost you showed no malice...What I am attempting to say is." Zeph would once more inhale deeply as if preparing for another go on the mat. "I will watch your back..."
Colt paused after he pulled on his swimming trunks to listen to Dyana talk. He walked over to the interconnecting door and stood in front of it, listening to her sweet voice. "I dont even know if your on the other side of this door, but...I think I have feelings for you, isn't that crazy? The big trouble maker has an admirer..." Colt looked at the door in shock. She had feelings for him?! She obviously wasn't done, but he pressed a hand up against the door, making sure to stay up. This was different.
"And...the fucked up part is? It's only been two days but...with in those two days the big trouble maker has made me feel more like girl then anyone has...and now he hates me. I'm sorry...if you still feel like being around me...my doors are always open..." She sounded like she was about to cry. Making a split second decision, he yanked the door open, grabbed her shoulders, and kissed her. He cupped the back of her neck gently with his hand and drew her close to him with his other. His eyes fluttered shut before a brief moment, but within a split second, he was back away from her again.
"I feel the exact same way," he murmured to her. "But I can't afford to be close to you. I like you a lot, but it seems that everyone I get close to gets hurt." He backed up a little bit, going back into his room. "I could never hate you Dyana. You just have to give me time." He dipped his head to her and shut the door gently, right when he heard Nya call out a greeting from his front door.
He took a deep breath and walked over to it, opening it up almost fully. He leaned against the door hinge with cat like grace and smirked at her, making sure he didn't cover up the fact that he was shirtless and standing in swimming trunks. "Hello darlin'," he said, a fake, flirtatious accent overbearing his voice. "How are you on this fine evening?" He glanced at her shoulder and sucked in a quick breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah... sorry about this morning. I didn't mean to go bat-crap crazy..."
Lilith had been floating there for quite a while, noticing footsteps outside the door, quiet conversations between others, and other monotone noises, but she didnt hear the sounds of Zeph as she approached until she was right next to her in the pool.
Lilith jumped, her concentration shattered. She quickly tried to float upright in the pool. Her heart rate had increased, because she wasn't sure what the intimidating Zeph would do to her. She wasn't sure if she even wanted to know though. That was when the devilish girl started talking.
"Lilith, I admit I mistook you for another one of my friends servants. You must know she had many and your behavior reminded me of her numerous people who would be caught up in her charisma." Lilith frowned at this, her arms crossed in the pool. She considered leaving, and started to turn before she heard what Zeph had to say next. "I had not meant my earlier assessment out of spite, as you clearly took it as an insult." Lilith bit her tongue, holding back a remark. She thought of this all, and decided that she would listen to the rest.
"You showed you where capable of standing alone and though you lost you showed no malice...What I am attempting to say is." Lilith had almost smiled, but before she could Zeph stopped talking. Lilith didn't think she would finish her apology, and turn back into a bitch. As unlikely as it was though, Zeph actually finished. "I will watch your back..."
Lilith took a deep breath, and considered her options. She ran her fingers over her sides, realizing that she had in fact put up a fight. What Zeph was saying was an apology, and though she was a major coin toss, Lilith thought the pros were larger than the cons, and she voiced her list. I can tell you'll be a great fighter, and I know that if I had you in my side we'd get somewhere. You're smart and I like that. We're also roommates so we could talk quite a lot. You could teach me...a lot." Lilith mumbled the last part, as though she was afraid to say it. "Even though you're a great competitor, you're a colossal bitch and I don't want to deal with that. You don't have to be nice to anyone else, as long as you're nice to me. So yeah, if you have my back, and you don't stab it, I'll have yours."
Lilith floated back a little, making some space between them. She fidgeted slightly, rubbing her arm and chewing on the inside of her teeth. Then Lilith raised a hand towards Zeph, her eyes confident unlike the rest of her. "I trust you Zeph, this is officially a partnership."
After all of her classes finally ended, Estella locked herself in her room where she intended to stay until she absolutely had to leave. She sat on the chair in front of the vanity mirror and sighed. It was the first day of school, and she already had a whopping black eye to prove it. She desperately tried to cover it up with make up or something, but it wasn't working and she didn't know what to do. She changed out of her uniform and put on something more comfortable and fashionably suitable for her taste. Still, it didn't make her feel better. She threw herself onto her bed and laid there.
It was bad enough that she got a black eye, but because of the fight, she had one of the worst scores in the class right now. All of the Principle kids weren't looking too good. She was frustrated and determined to redeem herself, but how? She decided that as soon as her eye recovered, she was going to go practice... Oh and she should probably go check on Mason, considering he broke his arm. Maybe when he healed, she could ask him to teach her a few things. But would he? She began to feel her face turn red. She was starting to think that she may like him. Okay, she already knew that much but it still felt weird to admit it.
Dyana heard the door open and then suddenly she found her lips pressing against Colts. Her mind went mush and she went to wrap her arms around his neck, but he pulled away and closed the door. She was standing there, gun slung over her shoulder from a strap and she felt her lips. "Theres no way in hell he's just going to get away with that..." walking quickly to her door, she opened it and saw, Nya, girl from earlier was talking to Colt. Walking out of her room, she walked to Colt's door "I'm sorry to interrupt Nya but-" she walked past Nya and went to colt. Standing up on her tippy toes, she put her hands on his face and kissed him intensely, lasting for what seemed like hours to her, only a fifteen seconds. Pulling away she looked at him "I dont give a damn if everyone that you've had something with will get hurt, i'm a big girl i can handle myself..." she kissed him again, before returning to the balls of her feet.
Running her hands down to his chest, she bit her lip before winking "Again terribly sorry for interrupting, Oh and Colt if you intended to make me jealous, nice pick" she joked and winked at Nya, before walking down the hall. She went towards the gun simulation room. Upon finding it, she set up the hardest difficulty. Walking into the room, she breathed out and smiled thinking about Colt. The simulation started, she began almost effortlessly flying through the program, so much that a couple of guards watched her go through the simulation and was amazed. She felt suddenly more confident then she had ever been in her life. Maybe it was the fact that she could still feel his lips on hers.
Mason would've prolonged the fight, but he didn't, rather let Dyana walk out. This was for two reasons. He'd already beat the crap out of a girl today, and he didn't want to finish the job a second time. The second reason was that Dyana, Sky, and the other recruits thought his arm was broken - he couldn't reveal that it wasn't without giving away his anomaly. When Dyana had gone to break his arm, she'd heard a sound and presumed that sound to be his arm breaking and warranting his cry of pain. Mason's arm didn't break, but rather the sharp sound was his shoulder being torn from it's socket. He had a high pain tolerance, but that would put anyone in pretty bad shape for a moment.
Being an anomalous with superstrength, he found that it took far more than any normal person to break his bones. Being able to lift 3 tons also meant having the skeleton to withstand such pressure. The force of Dyana's move, which still hurt like crap, had dislocated his shoulder instead of fracturing his arm. Instead, he'd faked the broken arm and left the room, not bothering to watch the final fight. He found a vacant corridor, and checked a second to make sure no one was around to watch him. When he was assured he was alone, he grabbed his bicep, lifted his arm upward, and forced the bone back into socket. The movement of his bones forced a cry of pain from his lips, but he suppressed it as best he could.
By the end of the day, the soreness in his shoulder was gone, and he sat in his room after devouring about three plates of food at dinner. He stared at his boots as he sat on the edge of his bed and pondered the day's events. He had decided he strongly disliked all of the instructors. That didn't surprise him. He'd never liked members of the guard in Till. There had been a very select few that he could tolerate, but he normally despised the sight of them.He found it rather ironic that his situation had turned out like this.
Mason got up and grabbed the cold pack given to him by the infirmary staff. They would only give hive enough to reduce swell, and he was expected to heal on his own. Mason had no problem with that. He made his way to the door, opening it. While he held the pack to his arm like he would if he were actually hurt, he began wandering the halls. He passed the doors of the swimming pool and glanced to see a couple recruits in there, flirting away. He shook his head slightly. He found it slightly ridiculous that the instructors allowed them this kind of leisure. They were training to hunt down and possibly kill dangerous humans. It felt more like a crappy teen drama. Something told Mason that this atmosphere wouldn't be around for much longer. Something told him that soon, the real training would start...
Presently, he spotted Estella's door down the hallway. His eyes lingered for a moment, then he kept walking. His mind drifted back to the fighting class, and then to Estella recieving a black eye from Paige. He glanced briefly at his cold-pack. He sighed to himself, turned around, and marched back to Estella's door. He gave three pounds on it, and waited for her.
Tarvas wasn't in the mood for much after his fight. He watched things almost breeze by; almost nobody noticed him and fewer people could give a care.
He spent the rest of his day wandering, going through halls and making himself familiar with the surroundings. He finally stopped in a hallway near his room, standing there and thinking to himself about nothing in particular.
Silent, weightless, invisible feet padded lazily through the halls. The real Alda was curled up on her bed, holding her pillow to her face and apparently dead asleep. In this matterless state, the pain of her bruised jaw and the annoying ache of her stupid gimpy leg didn't bother Alda at all. And neither would people, although that was a smaller added plus. Past a still and thoughtful-looking Tarvas, through a few people's rooms and making a note to maybe compromise some recruits' privacy at a later time, past...something that looked like a love triangle? Upon seeing one of the people involved, any surprise Alda felt evaporated.
She decided that she'd wander around and look for Derric. Her intent was to screw with him.
Lilith's retort was something that could have been more pleasently put but it made enough since. Colossal bitch?A partnership, what a strange way of phrasing it. That said the formality is what Zeph liked most about it. She grasped Lilith's hand and pulled her close and glared down at her, ensuring her eyes where inescapable.
"I am nice."
Her hand let Lilith's escape. but her postured shifted in the water clearly she had become defensive.
"You do know that I am not being cruel when I speak to the others correct? I am just being concise as to eliminate the chance for being misinterpreted. Do you suggest that I use tact as an excuse to hide the chance that my ability to work with them is as limited as their maturity?"
Without taking a moment to allow for Lilith to answer.
Estella was still in bed when she heard three hard knocks on her door. She forced herself to get up and open it, but was not really in the mood to talk to anyone. At least, until she saw who was standing in front of her: Mason. Her heart almost skipped a beat and she immediately covered her hideous black eye with one of her hands. “M-m-mason?” she stammered nervously. “What are you doing here?”
Mason looked down - literally, down - at Estella. He was about to respond but fumbled with his tongue and said something stupid like: “Ugh…” He swore under his breath, then sighed. “I- uh… thought, maybe, you -” He held up the cold pack. “Might want something for your eye…” He muttered, shifting uncomfortably and pretty much cursing himself for trying to talk to her.
Estella accepted the cold pack graciously, taking it from his hand and holding it to her eye. “Thanks, Mason,” she said, giving him a smile. But then she recalled the fact that he broke his arm earlier that day and asked in a concerned voice, “Shouldn’t you be using this for your arm?”
He glanced dumbly down at his arm. “Oh-” He said, wincing slightly. “Uh, yeah… but it’s not that bad..” He observed. Another under-the-breath curse. He knew he shouldn’t have done this.
Estella glanced at the ground. She felt like she said something wrong but she didn’t really know what to do. Why was it so hard for her to talk to him? She took a deep breath and tried to change the subject. “So, uhm,...” she began, originally intending to ask him about his first day, but remembered that he broke his arm so that probably wasn’t a good thing to talk about. “You’re from Till right? What’s it like there?” She mentally slapped herself on the head. She seriously couldn’t come up with a better question?
“Yeah… It’s… not as nice as this place… It’s fun though…” He said. “What’s principle like…?”
“Hm...Well, if you think this place is nice, Principle is a lot nicer. We have a lot of buildings and facilities even more luxurious than the academy,” she said, feeling a lot more comfortable now that she was talking about something she knew. “I mean, I’m not saying that this place isn’t great, it’s just Principle is a lot better.” She was starting to look up and look directly at Mason, though it was subconsciously.
Mason’s head started spinning when she launched into sentences about her homegrid. “Sounds nice... “ He muttered.
“You really don’t say much do you?” Estella asked now that she was more confident. “Not that I really mind, I like to talk a lot myself, so I hope you are okay with that.”
“That’s fine.” He observed. “I don’t mind.” She began to go on and on about herself like how she wanted to be a famous singer, but was invited here and accepted the invitation to make her family proud. She talked about her life back home, how she wasn’t just an empty-headed pretty girl like everyone thought she was, and she even admitted her fear of the water and how she never learned how to swim. It helped that he was a good listener though she never opened up like this to anyone before.
Mason listened, as they both made their way to the wall, which he leaned back against. He was careful to follow each word, scared he might miss something. He almost smiled when she admitted his fear of the water. “Water’s nice…” He muttered, absently. As she continued talking, they slowly slid down the wall and sat on the floor. Even sitting down, he still towered above her. He found it strange how eager he was to listen - as if her voice was enchanted or something.
Estella began to notice her powers activating, even though she didn’t want them to. She quickly got up, afraid that she might accidentally command him to do something. “Let’s go for a walk,” she suggested, hoping that it would count as a command so she could use up her powers that way.
"Okay." He said, and promptly stood up, walking after her. He found it was an odd sensation... He felt so comfortable to do whatever she said. And that was fine by him.
They walked out of the dorms but didn’t have anywhere to go in particular. Estella relaxed a bit after the whole episode with her powers. It was a nice night to be out though; the moon was bright and full and there was a soft breeze that felt nice on her skin. “It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?” she said. The sight alone almost took her breath away.
Mason nodded, followed her gaze. He briefly turned his head and stared up the huge building that was the castle. “It’s beautiful…” He observed, speaking of both the sky and the building.
They just stared at the view for a long time until Estella broke the silence.“You know just about everything about me,” she began. “Why don’t you share a bit about yourself?”
Mason thought for a minute. He wasn’t a huge fan of talking about himself. “Well… I wasn’t always the biggest kid in class…” He muttered. “In my last year of grade school in Till, I was barely five feet tall…”
Estella held back a giggle. She could not imagine this giant very large guy ever being one of the shorter kids at school. “Continue…” she urged him nicely.
“Uh… got picked on sometimes…” He observed. “Till I got kinda tall… and broke the kid’s nose…” He left out the fact that he’d broken the kid’s nose with one punch - a result of his strength. He also left out anything about his anomaly.
That was more like the Mason she was familiar with not that she thought less of him since the kid whose nose he broke probably deserved it for picking on him. “So, do you have anyone special back at home?” she asked curiously.
He shifted, slightly awkwardly. “Eh… no… never really liked someone…” He said. He hoped she realized he meant until now… he’d rather not outright say it.
Estella nodded, trying not to show her disappointment. “A-ah… I see… Same with me…” she said.
He sighed lightly. “I think I’m open to people, though…” He said, probably failing at being discreet. “That is, if I find someone I don’t hate…”
“Well, I don’t think he hates me,” she thought to herself but was unsure whether or not to make the first move or not. She took a deep breath and whispered softly, “What do you think of me, then?”
“You’re definitely on the list of the few I like…” He answered.
“Oh…” was all Estella managed to say though on the inside she was extremely happy. Maybe she shouldn’t because it might not mean that he actually like-liked her, but still it was a ray of hope.
It was getting late and the two of them returned to their respective rooms after saying good night. Estella returned to her bed, in a lot better mood than before and even forgot all about her black eye.
Derric was currently in his room. After his rather embarrassing fight at the tournament he had spent most of his time recovering from the minor concussion he had recieved and had for the most part listened to the warnings from the on-sight physician about not doing anything active. Or at least, he had until now. It had been driving him absolutely insane to simply be sitting there and doing nothing for such a prolonged amount of time, so he figured he would simply start small and do some push-ups in his room.
Nya was stunned at the events that unfolded in front of her. Dyana, a girl she had never spoken to, got defensive about her talking Colt. Nya hadn't even had a chance to reply to Colt's apology before the small girl interrupted, kissing Colt and making a remark about Nya. She left before Nya even realized what happened. She turned back to Colt with raised eyebrows. "Uh....wow. I don't even know what to say." She paused a second, gathering her thoughts. "Um, don't worry about my shoulder. What kind of guard would I be if I couldnt take a simple dislocation, right?" She shifted uncomfortably. The space between her and Colt seemed smaller now that she was self-conscious. She took a small step back. "I uh, need to go talk to Seril. Or......anyone.....else....really." She turned abruptly, not giving the boy a chance to respond. She made a few steps down the hall before she turned back to him. "Oh, Colt. I don't really think Dyana is your type." She smirked slightly before finishing, "I think you'd do better with someone not so...her. But you know," she shrugged, "Whatever you're into." She turned back toward her dorm without gauging his response.
She made it back to her room, hoping Seril was in his. She knocked on his door. Now that her anger had passed, she wanted to try patching things up.
Alda's ghost passed through a wall and finally she found who she'd been looking for. Feeling something that would have been a wicked grin on her physical face, her presence perched himself on Derric's bed, where she watched him doing push-ups and wondered idly whether that was a good idea. I'm such a stalker. She would've laughed if she'd been able to; the corner of the real Alda's mouth twitched slightly upward as she lay sleeping.
She focused her energy and created a burst of dazzlingly-bright light. The screwing-with-him had begun.
After Ada had entered the room Derric felt a familiar shudder to down his spine, one he had been feeling several times these past few days... It was as if his sense was telling him someone was there, despite there obviously being no one. Let I'll his sense wasn't usually wrong and it worried him that it seemed to be acting up so much as of late. He managed to shrug it off and continue to work out before suddenly a dazzling flash of light filled the room, causing him to stop what he was doing and cover his eyes instantly, falling onto his side as he did. "What the hell?!"
Seril had just got back to the room when he heard a knock on the door. He opened it and saw Naya standing there, he got back to the actions of his copy the day before and cursed under his breath. "Listen, about yesterday. I was a little concosed still or something." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked around the hallway. "Listen you want to come in and talk for a minute I was just about to step out on the balcony." He said Opening the door more to let her in. "Have you seen the view from out there yet? I ain't never seen nothing like it." @Imaginary
Alda was torn between guilt and laughing. Apparently, though, the laughing won over, as back in her dorm, her sleeping form let out a snort. Shit. I'm a terrible person. She wondered whether to physically go and make sure he was alright (whatever that was supposed to entail) but went back and forth with herself on the matter. Surely it'd be a little suspicious, so soon after the dazzling?
Her real self woke up and stretched. She rose to her feet, walked into the hall and approached Derric's room with unsure slowness...maybe she could just listen from outside his door. Glancing around to see that no one was observing her unacceptably-creepy behavior, she put her ear to the door and waited to hear anything unusual. Maybe, just maybe she'd knock eventually and ask for some bullshit help.
