why are you looking here
Location: Headmaster's Office, Merryweather Institute
A stocky, giant of a man looked out the window of his office, his face grim as he watched the daily lives of the school's students outside the building. He lifted his hand, passing it through the ruffled tips of his graying beard as he pondered the new year—and what it was to bring not only for primalists, but also the students that were under his watch and care.
"Natascha," The man spoke, his masculine rasp breaking the silence that had befallen the room. "Do you happen to remember how you felt when you had your awakening?"
Across the office, a brunette glasses-wearing woman peaked from behind a newspaper. In her hand had been a cup of tea, of which she took a short sip from before setting it down alongside the day's paper.
"It has been some years since, but yes," She replied. "Seeing my body whisk away into sand is difficult to forget. Why do you ask?"
"I fear for them."
"We all do, James."
"I know." James responded, fists slowly clenching in frustration. His gaze refused to leave the window. "And yet we can not be blind to what is before us. Tensions between man and primalist are higher than ever. Primalists are being targeted in the streets. They're being forced out of their homes. Even Atkins, that sonuvabitch, is using us as blame for the damage Milton caused as part of his presidental campaign—and his supporters are believing every single sweet, honeyed word that comes out of his crooked mouth."
Natascha took a deep breath, and stood up to walk over to where James had been standing by the window. She pressed herself against his back, and gently wrapped her arms around him.
"That's why we're here." Natascha replied, speaking softly. "To be the light at the end of the tunnel. To guide these children forward and show the world that they have no need to fear us. Only then can we make this world a safer place for primalists."
"I can only hope, Nat." James answered, his dire expression now since allayed. "We can only hope so."
"Natascha," The man spoke, his masculine rasp breaking the silence that had befallen the room. "Do you happen to remember how you felt when you had your awakening?"
Across the office, a brunette glasses-wearing woman peaked from behind a newspaper. In her hand had been a cup of tea, of which she took a short sip from before setting it down alongside the day's paper.
"It has been some years since, but yes," She replied. "Seeing my body whisk away into sand is difficult to forget. Why do you ask?"
"I fear for them."
"We all do, James."
"I know." James responded, fists slowly clenching in frustration. His gaze refused to leave the window. "And yet we can not be blind to what is before us. Tensions between man and primalist are higher than ever. Primalists are being targeted in the streets. They're being forced out of their homes. Even Atkins, that sonuvabitch, is using us as blame for the damage Milton caused as part of his presidental campaign—and his supporters are believing every single sweet, honeyed word that comes out of his crooked mouth."
Natascha took a deep breath, and stood up to walk over to where James had been standing by the window. She pressed herself against his back, and gently wrapped her arms around him.
"That's why we're here." Natascha replied, speaking softly. "To be the light at the end of the tunnel. To guide these children forward and show the world that they have no need to fear us. Only then can we make this world a safer place for primalists."
"I can only hope, Nat." James answered, his dire expression now since allayed. "We can only hope so."
i told you to stop spying
Location: Dorm Room, Merryweather Institute
Pulling the cream white blazer over her shoulders, Sarah stood before a large easel mirror and took in her newfound appearance.
It had been some time since Sarah had last chosen to see her own reflection. Her blonde hair, hastily cut in an uneven tomboyish mop, had become a stylist's nightmare. The Lichtenberg scarring that now ran down much of her body was more apparent than ever, existing as a vibrant pinkish red and fern-like in figure. She was a mess in every such form, and yet, despite the shaky nerves that had come and gone in waves ever since her awakening, Sarah felt free.
Free to be her own person, no longer restrained by the forced idealization of others. This time, Sarah told herself, she'd be doing things her way, no matter how disappointed her parents were in her.
You've got this, Sarah, She thought, attempting to establish her confidence as she smiled at herself in the mirror, Sure, you may be a walking conduit now, but things are changing for the better.
An uneasy pause was had.
Hopefully.
Finishing her self-pep talk, Sarah glanced in the direction of the other bedroom—her new assigned roommate. She had yet a chance to truly meet them, although Sarah was nonetheless familiar with their family name owing to their families' influence in American politics. It was difficult for Sarah not to be, after all, given how many times she had heard her father rant about the Jägers' donations to primalist causes and how it had been destroying the American Dream.
Of course, Sarah hadn't believed a lick of what the anti-primalist senator said. Still, the cold gaze he held towards primalists, and later herself, however, was forever burned into her memory. At that point, Sarah had been cast aside, and told she had no right to the name Parker. No longer did he have a daughter, for she had been "tainted" by the primalist blood inside of her.
Sarah sighed depressingly as she reflected upon the past. She had to remember, though. With every end came a new beginning. Blood wasn't the only family to be had. She wasn't something to be so easily discarded. It was why she was here; at Merryweather. Her father may have seen it as an excuse to push his daughter out of the limelight, but Sarah knew better.
It was her first chance to forge her own destiny and path in life.
"Elena," Sarah called out, uncertain if she had left yet or was still sleeping. "I'm heading out. Don't forget the opening ceremony is today; they're expecting us all to attend it, so make sure you're not late."
Walking to the door, Sarah opened it and made her way out into the world. It was a brand new day, after all, time to make the best of it.
It had been some time since Sarah had last chosen to see her own reflection. Her blonde hair, hastily cut in an uneven tomboyish mop, had become a stylist's nightmare. The Lichtenberg scarring that now ran down much of her body was more apparent than ever, existing as a vibrant pinkish red and fern-like in figure. She was a mess in every such form, and yet, despite the shaky nerves that had come and gone in waves ever since her awakening, Sarah felt free.
Free to be her own person, no longer restrained by the forced idealization of others. This time, Sarah told herself, she'd be doing things her way, no matter how disappointed her parents were in her.
You've got this, Sarah, She thought, attempting to establish her confidence as she smiled at herself in the mirror, Sure, you may be a walking conduit now, but things are changing for the better.
An uneasy pause was had.
Hopefully.
Finishing her self-pep talk, Sarah glanced in the direction of the other bedroom—her new assigned roommate. She had yet a chance to truly meet them, although Sarah was nonetheless familiar with their family name owing to their families' influence in American politics. It was difficult for Sarah not to be, after all, given how many times she had heard her father rant about the Jägers' donations to primalist causes and how it had been destroying the American Dream.
Of course, Sarah hadn't believed a lick of what the anti-primalist senator said. Still, the cold gaze he held towards primalists, and later herself, however, was forever burned into her memory. At that point, Sarah had been cast aside, and told she had no right to the name Parker. No longer did he have a daughter, for she had been "tainted" by the primalist blood inside of her.
Sarah sighed depressingly as she reflected upon the past. She had to remember, though. With every end came a new beginning. Blood wasn't the only family to be had. She wasn't something to be so easily discarded. It was why she was here; at Merryweather. Her father may have seen it as an excuse to push his daughter out of the limelight, but Sarah knew better.
It was her first chance to forge her own destiny and path in life.
"Elena," Sarah called out, uncertain if she had left yet or was still sleeping. "I'm heading out. Don't forget the opening ceremony is today; they're expecting us all to attend it, so make sure you're not late."
Walking to the door, Sarah opened it and made her way out into the world. It was a brand new day, after all, time to make the best of it.
