WireJack

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

Hello Amazonians and gentleorcs. I do regret to inform you all that its about that time of semester again: college crunch. I apologize for any inconvenience this causes; thus, i elect AlteredBeast or Notdeadyet to take my place during this most eregious time of human rights violation. Thank you for your time, oh and have a cookie though it may poison you since its All Hallowd Eve preperation and all. *laughs maniacally while exiting stage right*

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Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

Red had many a thing to attend to, dealing with a killer and emotions would prove difficult. Breathing deeply, she got up and walked over to her lesson plans. Reading over them she decided to change this weeks schedual to a written assignment.

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

KindledBeast said
Alastair looked at we hurt by the fact that she thought even for a moment he would let anything happen to her when she tried to disappear he quickly just followed her sitting the with tears in her eyes, she looked rather shook up about this. Alastair put his hand out to touch her wrist, "Hey I'm sorry you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you right?" Alastair said hoping she would stop crying he hates it when women cried it drove him crazy.

Kryssal's eyes fluttered open, "It's fine, you could not have calculated my reaction, I can not stop memories. Its a gift and a cruel curse. When you spoke of being bait for a killer, it brought a flood of memories from when I was six. My were parents were cut down and I was next." Kryssal took off the hood she was wearing up till this and pointed to the scar on her cheek. "My name isn't Kryssal Roslyn, its Red Rose." And currently you are the only person alive to know any of this." Red got up and dusted off her dress. "We have to start moving, what was this you needed for the trap?"

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Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

KindledBeast said
"Or we could use you as devilishly delicious bait my dear you have the requirements needed to get the eye of a curropted angle." Alastair said smiling thinking about a possible trap to set. He got up and licked his lips in anticipation.

"Lay one hand on me or attempt to use me as bait, and i will personally castrate and euthenize you!" Kryssal shouted loud enough to tear a hole in space. Taking hold of a book from her pouch, she disappeared in a cloud of rose petals. Tears broke forth as a flood of memories, cruel and unstoppable, rushed forth into her mind. - flashback- "Rosy, we know your in here, your parents are dead..." indisict wispers followed by multiple people laughing insanely can be heard. "Time to die Red." -real time-
Jacky Lecroix -HcF WireJack.-
"Red... wake up." Red "Kryssal" Roslyn: "Jacky? How the fuck? Furthermore what the fuck- what exactly are you doing here? And dont call me by my real name you idiot!" "You need to report to the headmaster Jacky."

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

'There is something he isn't telling me' Kryssal thought. "If what you say is true then we need to figure out who, or what, the kill is." She said. " What are your leads?
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Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

When is my class, evening?

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

Kryssal made a point to ensure what she saw was not dangerous, she began using her hyperthymesiac memory, she searched through 130 years of memories when she realized he returned to normal she listened and then approached Alistair with a counter argument. "Are you quite sure its a demon?" She asked uncovering the body. "Did you ever think to realize that these sigils appear to be post-mortem wounds? If they were carved after her death they make no sense, no matter how visceral this kill was, making summoning symbols would be a moot practice. Its indicative of distraction, so we should make sure we are indeed correct." Kryssal recovered the victim.

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

"Jesus, he is direct." Kryssal said to herself, thinking about last night's run in with the headmaster. She walked to Alistair's study and asked "Professor Alistair, are you in here?"