Post by Mila on Dec 3, 2012 13:35:45 GMT -5
11:30:35 Xarissa Stretched out on her bed was probably the best place for her. She'd been feeling...off, all day. It wasn't a good off, either. Having spent her morning outside, just to be outside, and in the cold weather. Even bundled up, her cheeks had turned rosy red. Only willing to tolerate a Rudolph nose for so long, Xarissa didn't stay out for too long. Weekend or not, she was content for a good portion of the day, inside, reading this new novel she'd picked up. The unfortunate part about reading a good portion of the day, was that the book was done before she realized it. For that reason, Xarissa was moving out of bed, grabbing a sweater to shrug on, to fight off some of the chill that seemed determine to seap into her little bones. Finished book in hand, she set out, nose crinkling some. Today was different. That soon became an unsettling mantra that crept through her brain like an unsuspecting cat on a mouse. That inner puppy knew what was going on, it was a shame that Xarissa had been so involved in classes, and getting back on a proper sleep schedule, that she hadn't been paying much mind. No matter. Afternoon, things were a distance away. Afternoon, and after she returned her book, she was going to go back outside, to freeze her nose off. Wrapping her scarf a little tighter around her neck and face, she deposited the book, then with her hands shoved into her pocket, the little thing went outside. Fresh air would make her feel better, it always did. Always! Getting outside, she sucked in a lungful, then let it out in a puff of white air. "Ohh, is it ever chilly!" She chuckled her hands coming to cover up her mouth and nose. But it was nice, and winter was always so pretty. She couldn't resist it, and no book was going to keep her in! Nor no weird feelings. However, as she decided she was going to go walking, and venture around, out went her feet from under her, and with a bit of a cartoon flail, Xarissa landed on her ass in a puff of powdery snow. Oof! Chuckling, she smoothed her hands in the snow, and daintly, got herself back up on her feet. Apparently, it's slipper!
11:46:21 Mila had risen fairly early this morning, treated herself to a steaming shower and rugged up for a day that would be spent outdoors. Shapely, slim legs were clad in thermal black leggings, worn snow boots upon her feet and the ever present, oversized Highlander's jersey, in blue and white clung to her form like a sweater dress and reached near to mid-thigh. A scream left her plush, cherry stained lip and the girl sprinted through the Forest as though the Eye of God were on her, cute little, Ether-touched tail. Fingers that were irresponsibly not shoved into gloves pushed and shoved at any brush that dared to intercept her escape while she launched herself athletically to the snow coated wood. Turning to glance over her shoulder in what was the largest of her mistakes, she underestimated the size of a log before her, tripped and fell forward into the snow. Her shin impacted painfully with the ice hardened fallen tree, both hands sank into the snow. She yelped during the fall and worse, her hunter found his prey. Before she could rise to her feet the icy punch of a tightly wadded snowball thrown at close range got her square in the back. Mila cried out in something between playful rage and laughter and then she was picking herself up and chasing the assailant – one of the other Seniors indulging her and a few others in a childish game of snow tag. “You're dead! You're all dead!” Her threat was shouted into the trees and eyes of smoke darted about frantically, searching for his escape route. Where did the bastard go? Jed had all but disappeared from view and the others were still hiding or running too far for her to see through the foggy white and darkness of the eerie wood.
11:53:41 Patrick was no longer grounded! This means that the little Fae was now free! Free at last! Free at last! Thank God all-mighty, we’re free at last. Of course, with his new found freedom, Patrick ended up smoking a little with his Roommates. A time to celebrate, if there was ever one. Of course, Patrick attended his classes and life was normal! Only now, he didn’t have to set up in the library and pretend to be a productive member of society. Not going to happen! Patrick knew what the system wanted him to do! Can’t let the system command you. They controlled you for a small amount of time. Never again. With that, the little Fae was going about his day. Which, conveniently gave him a free period to do whatever he wanted. Now that his grounding was over, the little Fae wanted to experience the outside world. So, the little Fae stepped outside, wool cap on his head to try to keep him warm, a nice coat, black gloves, along with a pair of pants, and his normal shoes. As walked out, he could hear the crunch of the snow beneath his feet. A smile on his face as he continued to walk. He stretched as he walked out. No more being cooped up! Just being outside was fun. As he continued, he saw Xarissa… just in time to see the little Were fall on her ass. There was a laugh as he made his way over to her. “Smooth, Xarissa. Smooth” he said then laughed a little. Some other students were throwing snowballs at each other.. The little fae wanted to join in! Which cause him to bend over a little, and scoop up some snow into a snowball. Compact the snow a little. Let the snowball fly! A little bit of Fae Magic. And Boom. The snowball struck a kid square on chest. Which of course caused snowballs to retaliate! You know that Scene in Spongebob, when Squidward unleashes a volley of Snowballs on Patrick and Spongebob? It was sort of like that. Except less animated. Really, Patrick did get pelted with a few.
11:54:51 Xan knew what tonight was. He had watched every moonrise since the las full moon, had watched the new moon come and go and now he was standing outside, looking up at the afternoon sky. His inner animal was restless, a taste of it's bloodlust trying to intrude upon his brain. But he had been in control of his full moon shifts since he was nine. Full control. Oh he changed on the full moon, there was no helping that. The full moon aggravated his very DNA. This morning, before everyone had gotten up, The usual notices appeared on every common room's Noticeboards. It read: ATTENTION: Full moon tonight. All werewolves will be in the courtyard by no later than 7 pm, and all non-werewolf students will be required to return to their dormitories or common rooms by the time the moon rises. This is for your own safety. They were all written in Xander's own hand, which made it command for his wolves. They would all be there or they would suffer the consequences. He couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what might happen if one of them was inside when the full moon rose tonight. And if no one heeded the order that all other students return to their common room/dorm before the moonrise? Well, the students in those areas would be protected with their Coordinators all stationed nearby. Even Magnus house, where Luthor himself would be standing in for Xander this night. His students were targets. First Charlemange and then Lara? The murderer might just try and take this opportunity to wreak a little havoc when the Metamorphosis teacher wasn't there to catch his scent. He was standing in the snow in jeans and a tee. As a master shifter he could use the fur of his other form to keep warm without actually sprouting black hair all over his body. His oversensitive ears pick up on the echoing sounds of the usual snowball fight that occurred after the first serious snowfall of the winter season. He never interfered with it unless someone got seriously injured, but usually the watchful eye was enough to keep any activity from going to far. He turned where he stood and saw a bundled up figure landing in a snowdrift. A fourth year, one of his werewolves. He moved over toward her, "Miss Morgenstern. I hope you're ready for the full moon tonight. The lesson I have for all of you will be a little different from the ones you've already had." No doubt her inner animal was feeling agitated in the same way that his was, though hers would probably make her act strange, more aggressive in some instances. Most of the werewolves would be walking around the school with murder-y looks in their eyes and on their faces.
12:02:57 Xarissa Hearing laughing behind her, she turned to look at the direction it had some from, and crinkled her nose as she noticed Patrick there, being the one who laughed at her. She stuck her tongue out, and on her way up, she picked up a deal of snow in her mits, and just as he getting together some snow, she deposited her handful of powder overtop of him, giggling, before she went to get out of the way when all the snow had begun to fly. She didn't want to get hit! Of course, if she was, that would only mean she'd likely start biffing a few of her own snowballs, before going to hid behind the equally small fae. At least, until she was approached by Xan. She paused, and turned to look up at him, her head tilted somewhat. She was feeling different, there was no lie about that, and something about the blue of those vast oceans was off. She didn't seem to irritable, but nothing had done much to piss her off. Xarissa was typically, always calm. She'd eventually wave, with a snow covered hand, and painted on a grin, before saluting. "Ready." With the impending moon, Xarissa seemed to be in better moods, than usual. How ass-backwards. Then again, she'd been progressing so well since getting there. For someone with so little training beyond his own, she was a natural. For now, though...she'd kneel down, and picked up a handful of snow. "Am I allowed to stay outside a little longer, or am I needed immediately?" And...with a grin, she blew the snow off her hands at him, then ducked around infront of Patrick if he was still behind her. "Protect me!" Hey, she'd just blown snow at a teacher. It was harmless, all in all, but who knew how he'd respond. Hopefully he wouldn't take it too bad, 'cause honestly...if someone were to start at her, she'd probably jump right back, which, all in all, was uncharacteristic for Xarissa, especially after becoming such a scarred little doll. That week in the cells...it had done strange things to her, very, very strange things. Some good, others bad. Then again, didn't everything have pros and cons?
12:24:46 Patrick : One struck him in the chest. Ouch! Another square on the chin! Assholes!. This wasn’t fun at all! Not for the little Fae, at least. Ya know. Snowball fights were always more fun in the Cartoon shows! Or that movie… Snowday. Or anything that wasn’t in real life! Patrick moved a bit, trying to avoid the snowballs… but there were too many of them! Which mean that a little Fae magic had to be used to prevent him from being covered in snowballs! Eventually, the Squidwards would tone it down, so Patrick could finally stop trying to dodge. “Yeah! That’s what I thought!” he said with a laugh… but then a few more made their way towards him, in response. As that happened, Professor Blaze appeared. Oh yeah. Full moon and all. The Weres would all be doing their wolf thing. This meant that Patrick would be isolated in his room, probably smoking with two of his roommates, since of them will be gone, being a Were and all. But then, Xarissa ducked behind him. didn’t see what happened; because he was too busy being pelted with Snowballs! The little Fae looked at Xan. “Oi! Professor Blaze!” the little Irish kid piped up. But, he blinked a couple times. “What exactly am I protecting you from?” he said to Xarissa, in a sort of hushed voice. He knew that Xan would hear him regardless… so his tone didn’t matter. Attention went back to Xander, as he was in the middle of a conversation between the two. Slight smile on his face.
12:29:12 [Jake] The full moon is finally here. Jake had known the fateful night was coming for awhile now, he could feel it inside, the wolf growling, hungering to rip through flesh and ravage without restraint. The years had brought a degree of control during this state but occasionally, the wrong person or the right timing could stir the beast without aid of the lunar cycle at its apex. A little under a month ago the young wolf had suffered an episode. An innocently playful teasing with Mila had grotesquely transformed into the primal urge to kill, the pair had spoke little since. He would be one of the very last few to arrive at the courtyard when intended, once being a part of the puppy litter shepherded at the command of the school’s Alpha, with age and growing arrogance his deviation from the path became all the more apparent. Teenaged rebellion coupled with the lack of humility. Unlike most, Jake was non too thrilled about the snowfall, preferring the heat of the sun than the icy touch of the cold. Yet like the rest, he could be found outside wandering the grounds. His choice of apparel had been simple, bottom clad in Ochre brown pants accompanied by a white V-necked shirt and a light blue hooded jacket. It felt great to be out of the restricting shirt and tie. Jake’s stroll had been largely uneventful, watching the occasional snowball fight or passing a group of younger and older students alike building snowmen. It was only when he saw Xan that the young wolf made an effort to speak to someone, seeking an escape from his own thoughts. “Have something special planned tonight teach?“ Jake enquired. Turning to Xarissa and Patrick he would give a courteous nodded greeting between them. He wouldn’t be sticking around for long, his destination being that of the forest beyond.<e>
12:33:44 Lara was often found in bed late, a habit she had eventually picked up on the weekends during her unfortunate and unwanted seclusion in Hex's stifling walls. The fact that she was rising before absolutely necessary was a credit to her enthusiasm for the day – or, attributed to the gnawing hunger and irritable growls coming from her stomach. A sour mood plagued her a she slid her form into a seat on the Arcadian table. Most people were done with breakfast and the girl could only thank her lucky stars that she need not force a smile to her rosebud lips and pretend an interest in any of the useless things her friends might wish to say. No, Lara sat gladly alone. The Hall itself only contained a smattering of late risers and those that preferred to spend the day indoors. She poured herself a bowl of Cocopops and milk, a testament to the fact that she was not in the mood to bother with her usual, effortless diet which kept her trim and the envy of many girls. A few spoonfulls of the crunchy chocolate milk shake did not satisfy her, so she was buttering a piece of toast, lathering it in marmalade and even sprinkling sugar on its top. Mm, you know what would be really good.. ? Lara glanced about and then dunked her toast into her cereal before taking a bite of the sweet, milky toast. Oh, heaven. How had she never thought of this before? The question struck her and the enjoyment of food left her face. Because you're not usually a fat bitch. The expression on her heart-shaped countenance fell and then Lara was rising from her seat and casually leaving in a hurry. There may have been tears in her eyes. Her mood could easily be blamed on the fact that she hated the inconvenience of being secluded to her shared boudoir during full moons and without the company of Were's. Yes, of course she would miss her room mate.
12:42:42 [Dietrich`] Bare feet pressed into the snow, rivulets of water running down to soak into the soft white ice. Dietrich ran his hands backwards over his face and head, pressing water from his hair. His skin was bright pink and blotched from his dip in the icy loch and pricked with goosebumps, but the man didn’t seem to so much as twitch with a shiver. Pressing more water from his arms and legs, he bent down to scoop up a few handfuls of snow and started to rub himself down with it, pausing every now and again for another handful. He raised his head at the raucous noises drifting out over the shore, of playful students enjoying the first few snows, but just shook his head and returned to what he was doing. The sun hung low in the cloud-scattered sky, giving everything an eerie orange glow. The breeze was chill but gentle. When he was done, he moved over to a bundle of clothes lying by the wayside and snatched up a towel, giving himself one last quick rubdown. With this done, he started dressing; a pair of old flora-camo trousers and a black high-collar jersey. Something unexpected had caught his attention today, a note by one of the educators tacked up at various places all over the school, one of which had been his library noticeboard. Werewolves. Or were-things, anyway. It was of course an opportunity he could not miss out on, and besides that he needed a break from the stifling confines of the Library. It was weekend, so why the hell not. Towel still slung over one shoulder, the atypical librarian strolled his way up the lawns and towards the courtyard, where he could see a number of bodies clustering together around a much larger man. Dietrich eased to a halt a few feet away, just within hearing range, and raised a hand to idly scratch his nose with the edge of his nail, watching with some interest the ongoing exchange.
12:48:28 Xan was a little surprised to see one of his students in such good spirits, but she was progressing through his classes rapidly. She was a natural at controlling her inner animal. He simply brushed off the snow she had blown at him and he shook his head a little, "Not immediately, no. But you will meet me and the rest of the werewolves here at Hex just outside the main courtyard by seven o'clock tonight. If the change took you in the halls it would be very, very bad." He looked between her and Patrick, "Enjoy your day." He nodded to them both and he turned when hearing another approach. The Connolly boy was headed for him and asking him if he had something special planned. He grinned a little, "Not really. But she's new and she was locked in the cells for her first full moon session." He looked at Xarissa, "This one can attest to how contradictory tonight's lesson will be." Of course, the boy was going through a bit of teenage rebellious phase, showing up last to the full moon sessions where he tried to pound the limited control they could learn on a full moon through their skulls. His motto during full moon classes was The key to control is surrender. And during any other class this would be wholly untrue. But shifting into their other form on any other day was a different matter than learning to guide their fractious and bloodthirsty animal away from the other students of Hex. There would be chilling sounds coming from the woods tonight. Aside from the fact that their beasts enjoyed the woods, it was also a good place where blood would go unnoticed. The woods were far too small to accomadate upwards of a hundred werewolves with all of the space they would require tonight. There would be fighting, there would be wounds. But with their beasts in control, they would be unable to kill each other. To kill another werewolf required cunning, but any wounds suffered would be healed come morning. And, of course, pain would be unable to affect them this night as it would any other night. The frenzy for blood was to great. It overpowered everything.
12:54:52 Xarissa "Well, I plan on spending my day outside, so, I shall be here." She smiled, and planted her hands on the fae's shoulder, her chin then upon them, staring over him at her teacher. Xarissa would be there, no doubt about that. "I'll give it a verbal lashing if it even thinks about coming out inside." She waggled a finger, as if tsking herself. Xarissa was easily a wonderful student, and she greatly enjoyed his classes. Of all of them, they were her favourite, not just because she excelled, but because she was able to utlize the things she knew about herself, there. She was completely intune with that little body of hers, after all. What was he protecting her from? She looked up, then pointed over his shoulder, to the werewolf teacher, leaning to whisper, and not really whisper, with a big grin. "Well, you see...I picked up snow, and...I blew it at him." She was wearing quite the grin. "So, I guess, you're protecting me from him." As if using the fae was much protection. Maybe if he were significantly bigger than her, then maybe, but he wasn't, and therefore...She was hidden in plain daylight. Her eyes skirted towards Jake, a brow lifting softly, as she raised a snow covered hand, to wave in return to the nod. Everyone looked so bitter. She had enough control over her outer emotions she hoped, that nothing would show, and she wouldn't snap. She didn't want to snap. She didn't want to give anyone more reason to line her back with scars. She didn't want to be locked away again. Xarissa was definitely doing more than just trying, she was succeeding. Hiding that inner gnawing. Reminded of her time in the cells, she cringed somewhat, and drew in a troubled breath. Her hands squeezed, and she she bit her lip, chewing on it. Should it bleed, she'd just drag in it. Those times still bothered her. "I don't doubt that they'll be different." She looked towards Jake, watching the fellow go, if that was still his plans. As for the librarian, he probably wouldn't be noticed, if not for the fact that she took a look around, her brow lifting. Staring at him, Xarissa pressed her lips together. Something about the fellow standing just on the edge of their conversation, looming, irked her. "It's kind of rude, to just stare," murmured the probably tiniest wolf around. Then, her attention returned to those that were there with her.
13:04:42 Patrick returned a nod to Jake. More Shifters and Weres were showing up. It was enough to make a little Fae feel like it was time to turn tail and run. Since the poor Fae wouldn’t last long in a fight. But that’s not what this was about! That was the paranoia setting in! But, even with the paranoia… They were all out to get him. As for protecting her from Xan, that caused him to laugh. “Right. I’ll run interference while you get away” he laughed some more and shrugged. More werewolf conversation, about things. The little Fae needs more Fae friends. This way, he could be super cool and talk about things that only Faes could relate to. So, the other day, I noticed my wings grew a little…. Yeah, seems like a real conversation that would be had, alright. But no, most of the other Fae around here were pretty uninteresting. However, as Jake and Xan went off on their own way… Xarissa started to talk to the librarian. Oh! Yeah! The Russian guy. Perhaps Patrick should spew out some more things! He actually thought it was hilarious how the Librarian responded to his words last time. “Oi! Mister Dietrich” he said and waved to the librarian. Why did he say his first name? Because Patrick couldn’t remember the Librarians last name, for some strange reason.
13:18:18 Jake had arrived just in time to catch the last of the details as to when the group would be convening. There was still plenty of hours to kill before the forced changes would ensue. The cautionary warning for some would fall on deaf ears but for the larger wolves like himself, Jake was all too aware of how bad it would be if he were to change within the walls of the Institute. “She is in for a real treat then. Should be fun to see if the pups can run with the big dogs.“ Flashing a white toothed grin, a sign that his usual carefree and mischievous persona was still in tact, all he needed now was to be flirting with a pretty girl and Jakey boy would be back to his usual self. If only it was that easy. Despite often turning up late to the full moon teaching sessions, Jake rather enjoyed getting the chance to be surrounded by his own kind, to be able to give in to his desires and run rampant without fear of waking up in a field surrounded by dead sheep, a hungover morning he definitely did not want to repeat. “I’m going to head out, I will catch you later teach.” A cold shiver running up his spine, the dreaded cold sinking its fangs in. Leaving the group in the courtyard behind, he trudged across the school grounds, fighting against the untouched snow, favouring already paved paths. His thoughts were occupied by the lesson ahead. Like a few capable wolves he was a quick learner, what held him back was the inner struggle, fighting with the beast for control rather than simply letting go. It was not out of fear that he would hurt someone, it was the thought of enjoying it too much which startled him. The journey to the woods did not take long, the white blanketed tree line welcoming him with thorny leafless arms. The soft echoes of students could be heard as they went about their games, the wolf preferring to trudge through the snow, white wisps of hot breath escaping from within his drawn hood as he went.<e>
13:20:05 Dietrich` had reached down to pluck a fallen twig from the ground, and stuck it in his mouth. One hand fell into his pocket and he fell into a more casual stance. Dietrich seemed capable of lounging whilst remaining perfectly upright, with nothing to lean against. He grinned from behind his twig, dark eyes travelling to rest on the girl that had spoken. Tiny little thing, but spirited. Nice. Dietrich pulled the twig from his mouth and twirled it between his fingers. “Is that so? You must excuse, my mother never had chance to teach me proper manners.” He said, smirking. Someone else spoke up, the little fae kid from before. Dietrich’s gaze fell on him and darkened a touch. His head twitched and he reached up with a corner of his towel to rub at a bit of wet behind his ear. “Hmm. Just ‘sir’ is fine, malchik.” He replied placidly, sticking the twig back between his teeth. “What do you want?”
13:30:39 Mila 's keen eye finally caught a flash of blue, another student skulking about the misty forest and attempting to evade her careful watch. Well, they could count themselves terrible at hiding because the Seer was already slowing her step, booted feet moving with such stealthy precision that there was barely a hint of crushed snow beneath each step. Quietly she advanced, one compact ball of snow clutched between pink, icy fingers. Suddenly slow motion gave way to sprint – the girl was effectively launching herself at Jed's back. Using the slight incline of the forest's floor which put her higher than him it took little effort for the nimble, athletic Mila to push her free hand at his shoulder on her descent, steadying and gripping only to fall around his neck in a 'choke hold' that was altogether too loose and gentle to do anything other than keep her up, and perhaps make breathing uncomfortable if he allowed gravity to let her fall. All timed with her jump was the dump of a snowball on the top of his head, “Aaaaagh!' likely soaking his shock of dark hair. Her legs which had initially hung loose at his hips closed and tensed to better hold herself up. Infectious laughter echoed about the two, and then Mila was scrambling up his back a little so she could pop her head over, and meet his eyes – albeit, upside down. “Payback's a bitch Je-” That cheery grin dropped to a startled expression. The exotic femme had not just attacked the boy who had tagged her, no, she had just jumped manically upon Jake. A boy she had been avoiding politely for the past month.
13:36:22 [Sydney] The woods were indeed the best place to be on a Saturday for the Shifter. Her body was matted with white fur to give her a camouflage, blending her in with the resonant snow that blanketed the land. Sydney had been outside for most of the morning coursing through the trees, enjoying her moments as a wolf, solitary without a pack but exiling in all manners as she ran and panted. Eyes of green hazel peered around the area with a curious glint, while paw bounded over the uneven land while she dodged and ran, tail swishing with vigour as her motions were fluid and agile. The sounds of others in the area were readily heard within her heightened senses as she flourished to stay clear of contact with students. It was thrilling to be free. To run and simply enjoy the moment with nothing holding her back. The land surrounding her a welcome retreat for the halls of the school. The chase, the dash - the rabbit that leapt before her was in all ways a welcome challenge for Sydney, who wasted no time bursting onto the scene with a parried blow toward the animal. Swiping with her paw as the little creature twitched then ran, its long back legs carrying it far away. Inwardly Sydney laughed, not out for the kill but for the simple freedom shifting brought though soon it would come to an end. Approaching the section where she’d left her clothes - the pile was soon caught upon as the white wolf settled in for the moment, coming to a stop. It was relatively a peaceful area, and with no one around would be safe enough for Sydney to shift back into her human form. Crouched on the ground, her body readily adjusted as animal shape gave into human, and fur to skin, white to mahogany as her hair curled down around her naked form. Slowly rising, her ethereal stance could bare be seen through the branches, while she stretched her limber form. Her curved figure bare of clothes, her the swell of her breasts pert in the cool weather, the slim flat of her stomach to the slender hips that were well curved. She wasn’t thin - skin and bones. There was an physique to her form that spoke of her sporty technique and care she took to keep her body in shape. Long shapely legs, thighs toned and calves defined. Reaching upward, her feline motions stretched her form before she began to reach for her clothes. The cold starting to tinge the extremities of her form.
13:37:12 Xan shook his head a little when the girl said she would give her inner animal a verbal lashing. Just the idea that something like that might work was ridiculous. He glanced back as Jake said he was leaving and he called out after him, "And don't be late, Connolly! If I have to look for you I'm going to be pissed!" He let the young man go and turned when Patrick called out to Dietrich. He looked at the Librarian and grinned, "Ah, Dietrich. It's not often one sees you far from your precious books." He'd motion the man toward them and, if the invitation was taken he'd offer his hand to shake. At noticing the fact that the man was still damp he arched a brow, "How are you not freezing right now? I'd thought I was the only one who could go for a dip in the loch during winter and not come out freezing my balls off." His crooked grin was immediate, just an attempt to lighten the mood. Whether or not Dietrich shook his hand he eventually dropped it and glanced between the man and the Fae boy who had called the Librarian by his first name. No doubt the man's darkened countenance was for a reason, for no one but Dryke took instant and immediate dislike to any student. Not even Xander. His dislike for certain students were very much earned. He'd slip his hands into the pockets of his jeans, even sidlinga littl off to one side to watch the encounter between the mouthy Fae and the librarian.
13:40:52 Xarissa The verbal lashing was a joke, truly. It wasn't meant to be serious. She'd learned enough that, well, that wasn't going to work. "I'm teasing!" She responded to the shake of his head. This poor guy, he needed a break from his work. Wind down. Realizing she'd taken to using the little fae as a leaning post, Xarissa stepped back, even if it hadn't bothered him, her head shaken somewhat. "Sorry about that." She brushed off his shoulder, where she'd left a print in the snow likely left there fom the snow he had been pelted with earlier. "So, you interfere, and I run." She nodded. "I'd probably slip and fall flat on my back!" She'd just drag him with her, someone to hang onto, so she could stay up on her feet, or pull him down with her. Go down in a puff of snow! Tonight was serious business...playtime was now. Stay in check. Enjoy herself. Then, she found herself doubted, and Xarissa made a face. "You'll be in for a surprise." Don't underestimate the small fry, don't. They usually bite you in the ass, in the long run. "I'm not going to just go belly up." Shaking her head, she clenched her fingers, and sucked in a deep breath. Eyes fluttering shut, she focused, and eventually, peeked open her oceans once more, as she looked once more towards the librarian. Don't let him get under your skin, Xarissa told herself. "Mine didn't teach me any, either." She left her before Xarissa could even look at her face. Holding her tongue in her teeth, she then returned to her lip, suckling on it, silencing herself. She'd stop being snippy, again. No need for it. Disliking being irritable, she stood there, to convince herself of another mood. Kneeling down, slowly, she'd pick up a handful of snow, and while he was distracted talking to her 'protection,' Xarissa balled up the snow, and...it'd go sailing in his direction, a grin, as the petite girl found another hiding spot, around the fae. "Hide me," she purred, giggling as she planted her head between his shoulderblades, trying to become even smaller than what she was. From her spot, she eventually went quiet, staring at the trio of men around her, and eventually, stepping back to let her arms drop, hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket. Things didn't seem so playful, anymore, if you asked her.
13:54:24 [Jake] Lost in his own thoughts, Jake’s wandering moved him deeper into the heart of the forest, his entrance long ago obscured. Despite his hate for the snow and especially being in it, he found himself reluctant to go back indoors, his body slowly adjusting to the changed temperature, making the trip somewhat bearable. I guess it is not so bad. Or so he thought. The attack had not been seen, nor had it been anticipated. A familiar aroma floated on the breeze, an eerie familiarity whisked with something he could not quite recognise. It seemed an oncoming cold did little in the way of aiding one’s scent tracking abilities. Hands firmly in the pockets of his hooded jacket, clenched into fists, his pace slowed. Curiosity piqued, Jake looked about the forest, from right to left, it seemed he was alone…he was wrong. Suddenly startled, heart beating rapidly, the lithe form of an attacker clinging to his back. The assault was one of the snowball variety, the clump of gathered ice collapsing above his head, snowflakes melting on his neck and dribbling down into his shirt. “What the fuck!“ He exclaimed, grabbing the arms of the assailant and hastily shaking them off, and it was now his turn to strike. Jake angered by the sudden assault was about to rush the student, that was until the equally as shocked smoke eyes staring up at him halted his advance. “Mila?“ Shaking his head, flicking away snow frozen and melted alike. “You didn’t seem the sort to hold grudges, but snow? Really?“ It was a little hard to believe that this had been an elaborate scheme for payback, their expressions painted the picture quite clearly.<e>
14:01:04 [Trix] There was something about snow that brought out the child in all people, and it was the same for Trix who, wrapped in her warm coat exited from the School and out into the courtyard. Wool hat atop her head, her hair was bundled up in a messy fashion underneath, save a few strands that dangled precociously around her tapered face. Eyes of sheer blue gazed upon the crisp white that stood before her, while rosy lips parted into a delightful smile. Her nose was already tinged red from the offset of the chill that surrounded her, but she took no notice, use her inner fae warmth to keep herself at a good temperature. Mittens upon her hands that matched the wool hat upon her head, she was a petite figure who wandered toward the small group, just in time to see Mr. Vostok get hit by the snowball. Lips pressed together so not to laugh out loud, she wasn’t sure how the Librarian would react. He could well be peeved due to the action. Not everyone appreciated a good game. She didn’t integrate herself into the group. She stayed of to the sidelines, primarily because Xan was around and since the fateful night weeks ago she had a avoided the man with a passion. Opting to sit upon one of the benches for now, she brushed of the snow and sat, biding her time - happy to be spending some time outside.
14:05:49 Patrick : "Just don't do that, and you'll get away fine" he responded to Xarissa. Man, the librarian didn't like him. This was like the time in Dryke's class... when the essay prompt for a test said 'In your own words Explain...'... which of course lead Patrick to Literally use his own words in the essay... He wrote down gibberish. He made up words. Man! Did that reaaaally piss off Dryke. But, based on the man's reaction... he didn't seem to be a fan of Patrick. Oh boy! He had his very own Professor Snape! Oh boy! OH Boy. This was a big deal for Patrick. This meant that if his life was a teen Drama, Dietrich would be the teacher that he spent an episode with. For some arbitrary reason. At first they would hate eachother, but by the end of the episode they would come to not hate one another… perhaps even love eachother. Patrick smiled at the Librarian’s reaction. Oh, should the little Fae push his luck? Nope. The part of him that was logical and rational told him not to. As strange as it may soung, he listened… for once. “Sure thing, Siiiiiiiir”. Okay! He did his best! But then Xarissa throw a snowball at him, and once again would hide behind the little Fae. He blinked a few times. "Hide yeh? I'm not entirely sure. I think aiding and abetting a criminal isn't a pretty bad thing, here". What? That didn't even make sense to the little Fae. "But. I guess I can my best". Time to sprinkle on some Fae magic. Make things look all pretty. Maybe is Xarissa sparkled, it would distract everyone enough for her to get away!
14:14:43 Dietrich` turned with a slight smile turning his lip. “Xander. Are you kidding me? Where I come from, this is national past-time.” Dietrich’s smile widened into a grin and he closed the distance with two long strides, taking the man’s hand and shaking it heartily. “One man can only take so much books and dust before he goes mad, Blaze. I’d get away more often if I knew place would not ‘spontaneously combust’ if I looked away for more than five minutes.” It was a well-known fact that Dietrich spent almost every waking moment in the library, and many of his dreaming moments too. And almost always, he had some sort of book open in front of him. Most of the time, he also looked exhausted. This was odd considering the man had the robust figure of a brawler for which an occasional dip in the loch certainly could not account, not over all those hours spent firmly on his rump. Either he’d had a recent change in lifestyle, or else led some sort of secret life. -The students of course preferred the absurd theory that he was part ogre, for his almost permanent scowl and gorilla-like traits. “Sounds like you are having fun planned for tonight, hmm? Running naked under the moonlight, all of that?” His sly grin didn’t falter as his gaze drifted tellingly towards Xarissa, just in time to see--! Dietrich started to twitch to the left but ended up halting mid-motion. The snowball hit him right in the center of his chest with a dull thunk. He looked slowly down at the patches of ice clinging to his black sweater, and then raised his expressionless gaze to settle on Xarissa. He held her in her gaze for a couple of beats, and then bent down very slowly. He sunk his hand into the snow at his feet, grunted, and pushed it a little deeper. He scooped out a lump into his hand and skillfully rounded it into a ball, cocked back his arm and flung it at the girl. The icy missile flew unerringly, unnaturally straight for Xarissa, aimed for her chest but spinning towards an exposed shoulder instead if she remained cowering behind the smaller boy. The missile would hit with a rather considerable punch if it did, knocking the breath from her lungs or alternatively leaving a light bruise. A bit painful, but not more than a casual punch. As it fell, it’d break apart to reveal a dense core of earth beneath the packed snow. Dietrich straightened with a dark grin and crossed his arms. “You should not deal it, if you are not prepared to take it.”
14:16:14 Mila 's upside down eye met his just as he was exclaiming something about fucks, and what of them. It may have seemed odd for him to be suddenly chilled with wet snow, laden with the form of a girl and stared at in such a topsy turvy, startled fashion. A veil of raven had succumbed to gravity, the silken sheen reaching near to his hips so long were her tresses. All of a sudden the Were was shaking her off and she fell with a tumble, landing on her pert rear and an audible Oof. Sheepishly, Mila returned the greeting of sorts.. “Jake?” Insert animated close up of flushed cheeks and an overly large drop of sweat. Her hand pushed through her hair, and she remained seated on the ground whilst toying at the end of a dark lock. Um...” Wait, what? “I didn't! I don't! I thought you were Jed. We're playing...” Insert the embarrassed, childish revelation of the game some of the seniors were indulging in, “Snowtag.” Admitting this gave her a wonderful idea and she was rising casually, only to shout loud enough for the others to hear “JAKE'S IN. JAKE'S IT!” On her heel she turned and the girl was sprinting again, throwing her body over dips in the terrain, snow coated logs and darting through trees. Her breathing had become laboured, and each exhale produced a puff of frosty air. Mila was moving so fast that it was any wonder she didn't completely lose her balance with the abrupt, grace-lacking halt in the middle of the woods, a most perplexed expression mixed with shocked horror as she caught sight of Sydney. All of Sydney. Naked. “The fuck?” Whether the girl heard her or not, Mila had stopped and flippantly forgotten that she was running from Jake and for cover. Now the girl wasn't mean. She was no evil Brigitte, nor the self-obsessed Lara but she was a teen, and the youth couldn't help but to snicker as she turned away. That was not a sight she could forget. It seemed odd for a Shifter to think it ideal to shift completely, causing them to be nude and revealed.... during the daylight of the weekend, when other students were easily heard nearby with their keen, bestial ears.
14:34:55 Xan chuckled a little at Dietrich, "Not naked, no. As much as some of my students might enjoy that, no one will be totally nude." He watched as the snowball was flung at the librarian and simply arched a brow. It was a playful trick, of course, but some teachers would assign them grunt work for even the smallest of things. Like Dryke. Even by Xander's standards she was cruel. He looked intrigued as the man bent, grabbed up his own ball of snow and flung it at the girl. His eyes narrowed slightly as that snowball flew just a little too unerringly for Xarissa and was rewarded with the sight of the ball of earth at the center of all the packed snow once it broke open against Xarissa, "Ah yes. Mother Russia is a frigid sort of place isn't it, my friend?" He grinned, turning to see Trix, who had been avoiding him like the plague. He remembered back to that night where he had educated her on the more salient points of who he was and how he'd gotten here. Well, maybe she hadn't deserved the fear that his looming presence had imparted to her but she had annoyed him. He looked to Dietrich, "You should really try and get out of that library more. You need an assistant, I think. Someone to watch over the books while you're getting frsh air. Perhaps you should speak to Luthor about it. What's the worst he can say? No?" He knew the man often slept at his desk in the library and, well, that was just downright unfair. Everyone should be able to enjoy the comfort of their own bed more often than not.
14:38:22 Xarissa "Just don't...what?" Don't pelt him with snow? Why not? What was so bad about doing that? She peered over him, and looked over towards the librarian, one of her brows arched. What was so bad with pelting him with a lightly made snowball? It was harmless. Even Xan didn't get all upset when Xarissa blew the powdery stuff at him. Harmless. "You've already aided a criminal." Her eyes rolled. Then again, that had been her fault. It was in the past, best to be left forgotten for now. There was no need to revisit that. "Oh, you're wonderful." She chirped, and if she sparkled? Xarissa would end up stopping, and looking down to stare at herself. "...Let me go get my green dress and do my hair, I'll be Tinkerbell." Confused, she was confused. Why in the world was she - oh yes, he was a fae. "I don't think I'll be getting away any time soon." Just follow the trail of sparkles! The trail of sparkles would go nowhere, as she was caught, and when she was hit with the snowball that she had attempted to run from, Xarissa, caught by it, made a small noise as she found herself hit, harder than what a snowball should. Letting out a little cough, she reached to hold her chest, as she took a few gasps. Rather than throw a fit, she instead looked at the teacher. Reaching down, she picked up the core, and quietly began to walk over, with all intentions to return it. Instead, if he didn't back away, the tiny girl would hopefully catch him off guard, with a well placed tackle at the shortened distance. If she could get him down, Xarissa would fling handfuls of snow, even attempted to pack it down, then wriggled off, and up onto her feet, should all things go according to plan. "You shouldn't make assumptions." Hurmph! Crossing her arms, she grinned, as though confident with her doings. However, if she failed? Oh boy. That might be awkward! Maybe she should go hide behind the tall teacher, rather than the fae who was barely bigger than she, herself.
14:42:02 [Trix] The fun continued on around her as she sat solitary. Being the wallflower she was. Her thoughts were her own, though they ventured on borderline happiness and conversations that had made the girl almost smile secretively while perched upon the bench. The others were happily throwing balls at each other, while the coat clad Fae remained of the side. She did want to spend a moment or two with Dietrich for she’d offered to help Jeremy in his question for finding the Librarian a gift. Though Trix wasn’t one to just walk in and interrupt things that were going on. She preferred to remain sequestered on her own. The only thing missing was a book on her lap, which she suddenly thought of. Why hadn’t she brought out the latest novel she was reading. It would have made sense - most people were use to seeing her with books as it were. Inwardly clipping herself for her idleness, it did however feel good not to have to go to class today. Although Trix loved school, there were times for a break, and the weekend offered just that to the woman.
14:44:26 Jake relaxed at the sight of the familiar face. It seemed their meeting was an accidental one, the surprised expression and questioning glance told him as much. Likewise he too did not expect to be leapt upon like a wild animal, at least not on this particular stroll, others were another story. Brown eyes watched her as she struggled with his playful tease, his face warmed with amusement. “Snowtag?“ The concept of the game was all in it’s name, hardly the most imaginative but it sufficed. But as quickly as he spoke, already the Crux student began to shout out. “Wait, what?“ His question however would go unanswered as she scrambled away, reaching out as if to grab her but only empty air met his grasp. The announcement seemed to fall upon no-one in particular yet in the distance he saw the movement, other players hiding amidst the trees and watching. Looks like I can get a little payback of my own. And with the return of his wolfish grin and the ruffle of his dark hair, he ran. Dashing after the escaping Mila, other students scattering throughout the forest, the young wolf’s intended target struggled to escape him. There was a moment when the raven haired girl managed to lose her pursuer, Jake sliding to a halt. Stopping and listening to his surroundings, a symphony of chirping birds, rustling of branches and the crunching of snow. Crouched low, he scooped up a large handful of shaved ice, melding together to form a rather hefty sphere. His patience would be well rewarded. Chuckling, Mila had ran from an alcove and back into his sights, he continued his pursuit. “You’re mine now!“ The young wolf cheered. Crossing through the trees he would creep upon the fleeing student, bringing the ball of snow around with hopes of driving it down the back of her coat and shirt. <e>
14:53:05 Pixie is a walking thrift store of a rocker-hipster’s wet dream: with a maddening ability to wear anything and make it look effortless, the waifish she-wolf dons layers of ancient lace—low-cut, even in this weather—and a battered leather coat. Combat boots and turtle backpack complete the American’s juxtaposition of a wardrobe. It’s so effortlessly shabby chic, everyone will assume her beloved guardian poured money into the ensemble, rather than the truth. Appropriately angsty for her new surroundings, Pixie has donned her warrior mask of black kohl liner and smudged shadows. Fake whore lashes, flushed cheeks, model-esque slouch that makes no sense for her tiny frame—it’s all armor to protect against being the pack-less new wolf, drifting on the outskirts of the snow-play in the courtyard. A painted brow quirks at the students’ antics, judging and calculating.
14:55:20 Patrick : "No. Don't slip and fall. It'll make it easier for the whole getting away". But none of that seemed to matter. The Librarian threw some sort of Blue Turtle shell like snowball that followed her as she attempted to scramble away. When it hit, he saw the rock at the center of it. He quirked a brow at that and laughed ever so. So, The Flesh needed to use his powers to throw a Snowball? Was he trying to make some sort of point by doing that? Then again, he shouldn't assume all that much from the Russian. He laughed a little as the Were-Child towards the librarian. Wait! No! Bad Idea! The Flesh was super strong and super naked! This had bad idea written all over it! Patrick had a decent idea of what the little were girl was going to do. But how could he explain his thought process to the girl who didn't listen to his advice in the first place! You don't tackle teachers and you sure as hell don't try to tackle the one who just tried to prove how tough he was to a student, by basically pelting her with a rock. Looking around. He moved to walk towards her, but she got a head start on him. "Xarissa... Dooon't" he said, to her. But, she probably wouldn't listen. So, the little Were would be trying to tackle The Flesh. It was out of his hands.
15:01:59 Mila backed up fairly quickly after seeing Sydney, not catching whether the Shifter had noticed her or not. Luckily too, for she was in danger of luring Jake to the unclothed girl, and if anyone were to know anything about Connelly, they would know that the boy really didn't need the encouragement of a naked girl to add to his already playboy behaviour. Turning from the alcove and darting back brought her in sight of Jake once more. His now? She shrieked in amused fright, already laughing off her brief encounter with nudity. Before she could quite escape him, the athletic girl was unfortunately overdone by his natural, Shifter prowess. He had her. She was his. Or not? Surely enough the snowball leapt out from nowhere, clipping her just in the side but the usually fair player chose to ignore the grazing of ice and continued to sprint like a dirty little cheat. “Missed me, sucker!”
15:11:10 [Dietrich`] “What, and look like I cannot handle it? Pfah.” In reality Dietrich hadn’t been told much in the way of what was expected of him. No clear responsibilities had been laid out for him, and no obligations were enforced. For all he knew, he could be gallivanting off elsewhere in the school all day and nothing would be said. Or perhaps not. You didn’t try with a man like Luthor. Besides, Dietrich had his own private reasons for doing what he did. Dusting his hands lightly he looked on smugly at the results of his handiwork, at Xarissa coughing to get her breath back and stalking back over to him. The sudden move into a tackle did catch him by surprise, but the short distance between him gave him a beat to react. His instincts had never let him down in the past, and they didn’t do so now. He bent into her attack, allowing her motion to turn his body slightly rather than resisting the force, swept her legs out from under her in one smooth stroke, grabbed her around the abdomen and neatly flipped her down into the snow with practiced ease. Not his usual approach, but he wasn’t trying to break her neck here. It all happened in the space of a heartbeat, and then he was kneeling with his weight on her upper sternum. Well, not all his weight of course, he was a pretty powerfully built fellow. Dietrich hesitated for a moment, and then looked down at his unfortunate catch. Ah, this was probably…right. He cast his gaze around in search for a second, then snatched up a big lump of snow and plunked it neatly down on Xandrissa’s face, before getting back up off her. “What did I just tell you?” He tried to growl, but there was the slightest twinge of nervousness that pretty much ruined the tone. Dietrich turned his head towards Xander and said, “You should teach your students to pick better fights.” In a sort of half-jovial manner that didn’t seem entirely authentic. Casting his gaze around he checked to see who else might’ve been watching, and spotted first Trix and then a slim girl with her face all mangled in black. He rubbed a hand over his lightly stubbled chin and mouth and smirked uneasily.
15:19:56 Jake had been blissfully unaware of the naked shifter, if only he had taken a left instead of a right. He had missed taking advantage of an already uncomfortable situation with adding his own flirtatious remarks and glances of admiration. With the reappearance of his prey he shot after her, his eyes never leaving her behind. During the chase there would be times that he came too close, not wanting the thrill of the hunt to end so soon he would stall himself, allowing Mila to flirt just beyond his reach. It was not only the worry of the hunt ending too soon that slowed him, the capability to watch her hips sway as she ran were just as rewarding. Mischievous and flattering intentions crept into his mind, a pleasant distraction before drawing ever closer. The flung snowball managed to chip the Crux student, however she did not stop. He knew she was tagged and Mila knew it too but the hysterical screams and the taunt encouraged him all the more. “We will see about that.“This time there was no courteous reduction in speed, his pursuit had one objective. To pounce. When Jake was close enough, he would leap upon the raven locked girl, wrapping his arms around her and tumbling down into the snow clad ground beneath them. If his leap had been successful, they would roll for a few moments, uncertain on who would come out on top, when they suddenly came to a halt, with Jake pinning Mila down and a fistful of snow hanging over her face. “We could have done this the easy way, but something tells me that you like it hard.“ Laughing at his own inappropriate remark, the snow in his palm crushed, sprinkles of snowflakes drifted down and collapsed upon her features. “I guess that means you’re it.“ He smirked smugly.<e>
15:22:22 Trix noted Pixie as the girl entered the scene. Trix knew everyone. Not in the sense she was overly popular. Far from it, but she made it her business to memorize names to faces and the like. Most younger students she’d tutored in some manner and this Were that was outside now, while not having been one of Trix’s students certainly had made a name for herself since the new semester started. Trix imagined it was how all Were’s were. There was something infinitively similar in every werewolf about their personality that made it almost easy to spot on. The flaxen haired beauty however would nod and wave toward Pixie in a friendly welcome, before watching the scene unfold around her, the motion of Dietrich against Xarissa and the fun play that was to be had. For some reason though Trix felt slightly disconnected today. She couldn’t understand fully but rather than her usual go get’em self, she was held back, almost reserved. Whilst others of her year played snow tag within the woods, Trix had remained behind with her thoughts. She’d been more quiet as of late as if guarding a secret and in some ways she was. Though, it would never spill from her lips, to be sure Trix was very lacking in the personal side of things. With a soft sigh, she rose upward from the bench to reach her full height. A stroll may be in order for the woman to feel better about things - was she being anti-social? It would sure come across as such but then again, most people expected that from the book worm. The fact Mr. Vostok, the Librarian God was around also made it uncomfortable for her - she was stuck between a rock and a hard place with this one for certes, the male adult being on the receiving end of a crush from the bookworm herself. But there was another Trix had beget feelings for. Whilst she knew she shouldn’t. Whilst she had not expected it, nor did she expect in return, a growing friendship had lead her to develop something and it was with this she was struggling. The myriad of thoughts plagued her mind as she began to move away. Perhaps a walk in the woods, to feel the trees around her would help her feel more at ease. The beauty of nature at her fingertips would help elevate what was experienced within, and thus with small waves toward the gathered group, she slowly began to exit the courtyard with an attempt to move toward the woods.
11:46:21 Mila had risen fairly early this morning, treated herself to a steaming shower and rugged up for a day that would be spent outdoors. Shapely, slim legs were clad in thermal black leggings, worn snow boots upon her feet and the ever present, oversized Highlander's jersey, in blue and white clung to her form like a sweater dress and reached near to mid-thigh. A scream left her plush, cherry stained lip and the girl sprinted through the Forest as though the Eye of God were on her, cute little, Ether-touched tail. Fingers that were irresponsibly not shoved into gloves pushed and shoved at any brush that dared to intercept her escape while she launched herself athletically to the snow coated wood. Turning to glance over her shoulder in what was the largest of her mistakes, she underestimated the size of a log before her, tripped and fell forward into the snow. Her shin impacted painfully with the ice hardened fallen tree, both hands sank into the snow. She yelped during the fall and worse, her hunter found his prey. Before she could rise to her feet the icy punch of a tightly wadded snowball thrown at close range got her square in the back. Mila cried out in something between playful rage and laughter and then she was picking herself up and chasing the assailant – one of the other Seniors indulging her and a few others in a childish game of snow tag. “You're dead! You're all dead!” Her threat was shouted into the trees and eyes of smoke darted about frantically, searching for his escape route. Where did the bastard go? Jed had all but disappeared from view and the others were still hiding or running too far for her to see through the foggy white and darkness of the eerie wood.
11:53:41 Patrick was no longer grounded! This means that the little Fae was now free! Free at last! Free at last! Thank God all-mighty, we’re free at last. Of course, with his new found freedom, Patrick ended up smoking a little with his Roommates. A time to celebrate, if there was ever one. Of course, Patrick attended his classes and life was normal! Only now, he didn’t have to set up in the library and pretend to be a productive member of society. Not going to happen! Patrick knew what the system wanted him to do! Can’t let the system command you. They controlled you for a small amount of time. Never again. With that, the little Fae was going about his day. Which, conveniently gave him a free period to do whatever he wanted. Now that his grounding was over, the little Fae wanted to experience the outside world. So, the little Fae stepped outside, wool cap on his head to try to keep him warm, a nice coat, black gloves, along with a pair of pants, and his normal shoes. As walked out, he could hear the crunch of the snow beneath his feet. A smile on his face as he continued to walk. He stretched as he walked out. No more being cooped up! Just being outside was fun. As he continued, he saw Xarissa… just in time to see the little Were fall on her ass. There was a laugh as he made his way over to her. “Smooth, Xarissa. Smooth” he said then laughed a little. Some other students were throwing snowballs at each other.. The little fae wanted to join in! Which cause him to bend over a little, and scoop up some snow into a snowball. Compact the snow a little. Let the snowball fly! A little bit of Fae Magic. And Boom. The snowball struck a kid square on chest. Which of course caused snowballs to retaliate! You know that Scene in Spongebob, when Squidward unleashes a volley of Snowballs on Patrick and Spongebob? It was sort of like that. Except less animated. Really, Patrick did get pelted with a few.
11:54:51 Xan knew what tonight was. He had watched every moonrise since the las full moon, had watched the new moon come and go and now he was standing outside, looking up at the afternoon sky. His inner animal was restless, a taste of it's bloodlust trying to intrude upon his brain. But he had been in control of his full moon shifts since he was nine. Full control. Oh he changed on the full moon, there was no helping that. The full moon aggravated his very DNA. This morning, before everyone had gotten up, The usual notices appeared on every common room's Noticeboards. It read: ATTENTION: Full moon tonight. All werewolves will be in the courtyard by no later than 7 pm, and all non-werewolf students will be required to return to their dormitories or common rooms by the time the moon rises. This is for your own safety. They were all written in Xander's own hand, which made it command for his wolves. They would all be there or they would suffer the consequences. He couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what might happen if one of them was inside when the full moon rose tonight. And if no one heeded the order that all other students return to their common room/dorm before the moonrise? Well, the students in those areas would be protected with their Coordinators all stationed nearby. Even Magnus house, where Luthor himself would be standing in for Xander this night. His students were targets. First Charlemange and then Lara? The murderer might just try and take this opportunity to wreak a little havoc when the Metamorphosis teacher wasn't there to catch his scent. He was standing in the snow in jeans and a tee. As a master shifter he could use the fur of his other form to keep warm without actually sprouting black hair all over his body. His oversensitive ears pick up on the echoing sounds of the usual snowball fight that occurred after the first serious snowfall of the winter season. He never interfered with it unless someone got seriously injured, but usually the watchful eye was enough to keep any activity from going to far. He turned where he stood and saw a bundled up figure landing in a snowdrift. A fourth year, one of his werewolves. He moved over toward her, "Miss Morgenstern. I hope you're ready for the full moon tonight. The lesson I have for all of you will be a little different from the ones you've already had." No doubt her inner animal was feeling agitated in the same way that his was, though hers would probably make her act strange, more aggressive in some instances. Most of the werewolves would be walking around the school with murder-y looks in their eyes and on their faces.
12:02:57 Xarissa Hearing laughing behind her, she turned to look at the direction it had some from, and crinkled her nose as she noticed Patrick there, being the one who laughed at her. She stuck her tongue out, and on her way up, she picked up a deal of snow in her mits, and just as he getting together some snow, she deposited her handful of powder overtop of him, giggling, before she went to get out of the way when all the snow had begun to fly. She didn't want to get hit! Of course, if she was, that would only mean she'd likely start biffing a few of her own snowballs, before going to hid behind the equally small fae. At least, until she was approached by Xan. She paused, and turned to look up at him, her head tilted somewhat. She was feeling different, there was no lie about that, and something about the blue of those vast oceans was off. She didn't seem to irritable, but nothing had done much to piss her off. Xarissa was typically, always calm. She'd eventually wave, with a snow covered hand, and painted on a grin, before saluting. "Ready." With the impending moon, Xarissa seemed to be in better moods, than usual. How ass-backwards. Then again, she'd been progressing so well since getting there. For someone with so little training beyond his own, she was a natural. For now, though...she'd kneel down, and picked up a handful of snow. "Am I allowed to stay outside a little longer, or am I needed immediately?" And...with a grin, she blew the snow off her hands at him, then ducked around infront of Patrick if he was still behind her. "Protect me!" Hey, she'd just blown snow at a teacher. It was harmless, all in all, but who knew how he'd respond. Hopefully he wouldn't take it too bad, 'cause honestly...if someone were to start at her, she'd probably jump right back, which, all in all, was uncharacteristic for Xarissa, especially after becoming such a scarred little doll. That week in the cells...it had done strange things to her, very, very strange things. Some good, others bad. Then again, didn't everything have pros and cons?
12:24:46 Patrick : One struck him in the chest. Ouch! Another square on the chin! Assholes!. This wasn’t fun at all! Not for the little Fae, at least. Ya know. Snowball fights were always more fun in the Cartoon shows! Or that movie… Snowday. Or anything that wasn’t in real life! Patrick moved a bit, trying to avoid the snowballs… but there were too many of them! Which mean that a little Fae magic had to be used to prevent him from being covered in snowballs! Eventually, the Squidwards would tone it down, so Patrick could finally stop trying to dodge. “Yeah! That’s what I thought!” he said with a laugh… but then a few more made their way towards him, in response. As that happened, Professor Blaze appeared. Oh yeah. Full moon and all. The Weres would all be doing their wolf thing. This meant that Patrick would be isolated in his room, probably smoking with two of his roommates, since of them will be gone, being a Were and all. But then, Xarissa ducked behind him. didn’t see what happened; because he was too busy being pelted with Snowballs! The little Fae looked at Xan. “Oi! Professor Blaze!” the little Irish kid piped up. But, he blinked a couple times. “What exactly am I protecting you from?” he said to Xarissa, in a sort of hushed voice. He knew that Xan would hear him regardless… so his tone didn’t matter. Attention went back to Xander, as he was in the middle of a conversation between the two. Slight smile on his face.
12:29:12 [Jake] The full moon is finally here. Jake had known the fateful night was coming for awhile now, he could feel it inside, the wolf growling, hungering to rip through flesh and ravage without restraint. The years had brought a degree of control during this state but occasionally, the wrong person or the right timing could stir the beast without aid of the lunar cycle at its apex. A little under a month ago the young wolf had suffered an episode. An innocently playful teasing with Mila had grotesquely transformed into the primal urge to kill, the pair had spoke little since. He would be one of the very last few to arrive at the courtyard when intended, once being a part of the puppy litter shepherded at the command of the school’s Alpha, with age and growing arrogance his deviation from the path became all the more apparent. Teenaged rebellion coupled with the lack of humility. Unlike most, Jake was non too thrilled about the snowfall, preferring the heat of the sun than the icy touch of the cold. Yet like the rest, he could be found outside wandering the grounds. His choice of apparel had been simple, bottom clad in Ochre brown pants accompanied by a white V-necked shirt and a light blue hooded jacket. It felt great to be out of the restricting shirt and tie. Jake’s stroll had been largely uneventful, watching the occasional snowball fight or passing a group of younger and older students alike building snowmen. It was only when he saw Xan that the young wolf made an effort to speak to someone, seeking an escape from his own thoughts. “Have something special planned tonight teach?“ Jake enquired. Turning to Xarissa and Patrick he would give a courteous nodded greeting between them. He wouldn’t be sticking around for long, his destination being that of the forest beyond.<e>
12:33:44 Lara was often found in bed late, a habit she had eventually picked up on the weekends during her unfortunate and unwanted seclusion in Hex's stifling walls. The fact that she was rising before absolutely necessary was a credit to her enthusiasm for the day – or, attributed to the gnawing hunger and irritable growls coming from her stomach. A sour mood plagued her a she slid her form into a seat on the Arcadian table. Most people were done with breakfast and the girl could only thank her lucky stars that she need not force a smile to her rosebud lips and pretend an interest in any of the useless things her friends might wish to say. No, Lara sat gladly alone. The Hall itself only contained a smattering of late risers and those that preferred to spend the day indoors. She poured herself a bowl of Cocopops and milk, a testament to the fact that she was not in the mood to bother with her usual, effortless diet which kept her trim and the envy of many girls. A few spoonfulls of the crunchy chocolate milk shake did not satisfy her, so she was buttering a piece of toast, lathering it in marmalade and even sprinkling sugar on its top. Mm, you know what would be really good.. ? Lara glanced about and then dunked her toast into her cereal before taking a bite of the sweet, milky toast. Oh, heaven. How had she never thought of this before? The question struck her and the enjoyment of food left her face. Because you're not usually a fat bitch. The expression on her heart-shaped countenance fell and then Lara was rising from her seat and casually leaving in a hurry. There may have been tears in her eyes. Her mood could easily be blamed on the fact that she hated the inconvenience of being secluded to her shared boudoir during full moons and without the company of Were's. Yes, of course she would miss her room mate.
12:42:42 [Dietrich`] Bare feet pressed into the snow, rivulets of water running down to soak into the soft white ice. Dietrich ran his hands backwards over his face and head, pressing water from his hair. His skin was bright pink and blotched from his dip in the icy loch and pricked with goosebumps, but the man didn’t seem to so much as twitch with a shiver. Pressing more water from his arms and legs, he bent down to scoop up a few handfuls of snow and started to rub himself down with it, pausing every now and again for another handful. He raised his head at the raucous noises drifting out over the shore, of playful students enjoying the first few snows, but just shook his head and returned to what he was doing. The sun hung low in the cloud-scattered sky, giving everything an eerie orange glow. The breeze was chill but gentle. When he was done, he moved over to a bundle of clothes lying by the wayside and snatched up a towel, giving himself one last quick rubdown. With this done, he started dressing; a pair of old flora-camo trousers and a black high-collar jersey. Something unexpected had caught his attention today, a note by one of the educators tacked up at various places all over the school, one of which had been his library noticeboard. Werewolves. Or were-things, anyway. It was of course an opportunity he could not miss out on, and besides that he needed a break from the stifling confines of the Library. It was weekend, so why the hell not. Towel still slung over one shoulder, the atypical librarian strolled his way up the lawns and towards the courtyard, where he could see a number of bodies clustering together around a much larger man. Dietrich eased to a halt a few feet away, just within hearing range, and raised a hand to idly scratch his nose with the edge of his nail, watching with some interest the ongoing exchange.
12:48:28 Xan was a little surprised to see one of his students in such good spirits, but she was progressing through his classes rapidly. She was a natural at controlling her inner animal. He simply brushed off the snow she had blown at him and he shook his head a little, "Not immediately, no. But you will meet me and the rest of the werewolves here at Hex just outside the main courtyard by seven o'clock tonight. If the change took you in the halls it would be very, very bad." He looked between her and Patrick, "Enjoy your day." He nodded to them both and he turned when hearing another approach. The Connolly boy was headed for him and asking him if he had something special planned. He grinned a little, "Not really. But she's new and she was locked in the cells for her first full moon session." He looked at Xarissa, "This one can attest to how contradictory tonight's lesson will be." Of course, the boy was going through a bit of teenage rebellious phase, showing up last to the full moon sessions where he tried to pound the limited control they could learn on a full moon through their skulls. His motto during full moon classes was The key to control is surrender. And during any other class this would be wholly untrue. But shifting into their other form on any other day was a different matter than learning to guide their fractious and bloodthirsty animal away from the other students of Hex. There would be chilling sounds coming from the woods tonight. Aside from the fact that their beasts enjoyed the woods, it was also a good place where blood would go unnoticed. The woods were far too small to accomadate upwards of a hundred werewolves with all of the space they would require tonight. There would be fighting, there would be wounds. But with their beasts in control, they would be unable to kill each other. To kill another werewolf required cunning, but any wounds suffered would be healed come morning. And, of course, pain would be unable to affect them this night as it would any other night. The frenzy for blood was to great. It overpowered everything.
12:54:52 Xarissa "Well, I plan on spending my day outside, so, I shall be here." She smiled, and planted her hands on the fae's shoulder, her chin then upon them, staring over him at her teacher. Xarissa would be there, no doubt about that. "I'll give it a verbal lashing if it even thinks about coming out inside." She waggled a finger, as if tsking herself. Xarissa was easily a wonderful student, and she greatly enjoyed his classes. Of all of them, they were her favourite, not just because she excelled, but because she was able to utlize the things she knew about herself, there. She was completely intune with that little body of hers, after all. What was he protecting her from? She looked up, then pointed over his shoulder, to the werewolf teacher, leaning to whisper, and not really whisper, with a big grin. "Well, you see...I picked up snow, and...I blew it at him." She was wearing quite the grin. "So, I guess, you're protecting me from him." As if using the fae was much protection. Maybe if he were significantly bigger than her, then maybe, but he wasn't, and therefore...She was hidden in plain daylight. Her eyes skirted towards Jake, a brow lifting softly, as she raised a snow covered hand, to wave in return to the nod. Everyone looked so bitter. She had enough control over her outer emotions she hoped, that nothing would show, and she wouldn't snap. She didn't want to snap. She didn't want to give anyone more reason to line her back with scars. She didn't want to be locked away again. Xarissa was definitely doing more than just trying, she was succeeding. Hiding that inner gnawing. Reminded of her time in the cells, she cringed somewhat, and drew in a troubled breath. Her hands squeezed, and she she bit her lip, chewing on it. Should it bleed, she'd just drag in it. Those times still bothered her. "I don't doubt that they'll be different." She looked towards Jake, watching the fellow go, if that was still his plans. As for the librarian, he probably wouldn't be noticed, if not for the fact that she took a look around, her brow lifting. Staring at him, Xarissa pressed her lips together. Something about the fellow standing just on the edge of their conversation, looming, irked her. "It's kind of rude, to just stare," murmured the probably tiniest wolf around. Then, her attention returned to those that were there with her.
13:04:42 Patrick returned a nod to Jake. More Shifters and Weres were showing up. It was enough to make a little Fae feel like it was time to turn tail and run. Since the poor Fae wouldn’t last long in a fight. But that’s not what this was about! That was the paranoia setting in! But, even with the paranoia… They were all out to get him. As for protecting her from Xan, that caused him to laugh. “Right. I’ll run interference while you get away” he laughed some more and shrugged. More werewolf conversation, about things. The little Fae needs more Fae friends. This way, he could be super cool and talk about things that only Faes could relate to. So, the other day, I noticed my wings grew a little…. Yeah, seems like a real conversation that would be had, alright. But no, most of the other Fae around here were pretty uninteresting. However, as Jake and Xan went off on their own way… Xarissa started to talk to the librarian. Oh! Yeah! The Russian guy. Perhaps Patrick should spew out some more things! He actually thought it was hilarious how the Librarian responded to his words last time. “Oi! Mister Dietrich” he said and waved to the librarian. Why did he say his first name? Because Patrick couldn’t remember the Librarians last name, for some strange reason.
13:18:18 Jake had arrived just in time to catch the last of the details as to when the group would be convening. There was still plenty of hours to kill before the forced changes would ensue. The cautionary warning for some would fall on deaf ears but for the larger wolves like himself, Jake was all too aware of how bad it would be if he were to change within the walls of the Institute. “She is in for a real treat then. Should be fun to see if the pups can run with the big dogs.“ Flashing a white toothed grin, a sign that his usual carefree and mischievous persona was still in tact, all he needed now was to be flirting with a pretty girl and Jakey boy would be back to his usual self. If only it was that easy. Despite often turning up late to the full moon teaching sessions, Jake rather enjoyed getting the chance to be surrounded by his own kind, to be able to give in to his desires and run rampant without fear of waking up in a field surrounded by dead sheep, a hungover morning he definitely did not want to repeat. “I’m going to head out, I will catch you later teach.” A cold shiver running up his spine, the dreaded cold sinking its fangs in. Leaving the group in the courtyard behind, he trudged across the school grounds, fighting against the untouched snow, favouring already paved paths. His thoughts were occupied by the lesson ahead. Like a few capable wolves he was a quick learner, what held him back was the inner struggle, fighting with the beast for control rather than simply letting go. It was not out of fear that he would hurt someone, it was the thought of enjoying it too much which startled him. The journey to the woods did not take long, the white blanketed tree line welcoming him with thorny leafless arms. The soft echoes of students could be heard as they went about their games, the wolf preferring to trudge through the snow, white wisps of hot breath escaping from within his drawn hood as he went.<e>
13:20:05 Dietrich` had reached down to pluck a fallen twig from the ground, and stuck it in his mouth. One hand fell into his pocket and he fell into a more casual stance. Dietrich seemed capable of lounging whilst remaining perfectly upright, with nothing to lean against. He grinned from behind his twig, dark eyes travelling to rest on the girl that had spoken. Tiny little thing, but spirited. Nice. Dietrich pulled the twig from his mouth and twirled it between his fingers. “Is that so? You must excuse, my mother never had chance to teach me proper manners.” He said, smirking. Someone else spoke up, the little fae kid from before. Dietrich’s gaze fell on him and darkened a touch. His head twitched and he reached up with a corner of his towel to rub at a bit of wet behind his ear. “Hmm. Just ‘sir’ is fine, malchik.” He replied placidly, sticking the twig back between his teeth. “What do you want?”
13:30:39 Mila 's keen eye finally caught a flash of blue, another student skulking about the misty forest and attempting to evade her careful watch. Well, they could count themselves terrible at hiding because the Seer was already slowing her step, booted feet moving with such stealthy precision that there was barely a hint of crushed snow beneath each step. Quietly she advanced, one compact ball of snow clutched between pink, icy fingers. Suddenly slow motion gave way to sprint – the girl was effectively launching herself at Jed's back. Using the slight incline of the forest's floor which put her higher than him it took little effort for the nimble, athletic Mila to push her free hand at his shoulder on her descent, steadying and gripping only to fall around his neck in a 'choke hold' that was altogether too loose and gentle to do anything other than keep her up, and perhaps make breathing uncomfortable if he allowed gravity to let her fall. All timed with her jump was the dump of a snowball on the top of his head, “Aaaaagh!' likely soaking his shock of dark hair. Her legs which had initially hung loose at his hips closed and tensed to better hold herself up. Infectious laughter echoed about the two, and then Mila was scrambling up his back a little so she could pop her head over, and meet his eyes – albeit, upside down. “Payback's a bitch Je-” That cheery grin dropped to a startled expression. The exotic femme had not just attacked the boy who had tagged her, no, she had just jumped manically upon Jake. A boy she had been avoiding politely for the past month.
13:36:22 [Sydney] The woods were indeed the best place to be on a Saturday for the Shifter. Her body was matted with white fur to give her a camouflage, blending her in with the resonant snow that blanketed the land. Sydney had been outside for most of the morning coursing through the trees, enjoying her moments as a wolf, solitary without a pack but exiling in all manners as she ran and panted. Eyes of green hazel peered around the area with a curious glint, while paw bounded over the uneven land while she dodged and ran, tail swishing with vigour as her motions were fluid and agile. The sounds of others in the area were readily heard within her heightened senses as she flourished to stay clear of contact with students. It was thrilling to be free. To run and simply enjoy the moment with nothing holding her back. The land surrounding her a welcome retreat for the halls of the school. The chase, the dash - the rabbit that leapt before her was in all ways a welcome challenge for Sydney, who wasted no time bursting onto the scene with a parried blow toward the animal. Swiping with her paw as the little creature twitched then ran, its long back legs carrying it far away. Inwardly Sydney laughed, not out for the kill but for the simple freedom shifting brought though soon it would come to an end. Approaching the section where she’d left her clothes - the pile was soon caught upon as the white wolf settled in for the moment, coming to a stop. It was relatively a peaceful area, and with no one around would be safe enough for Sydney to shift back into her human form. Crouched on the ground, her body readily adjusted as animal shape gave into human, and fur to skin, white to mahogany as her hair curled down around her naked form. Slowly rising, her ethereal stance could bare be seen through the branches, while she stretched her limber form. Her curved figure bare of clothes, her the swell of her breasts pert in the cool weather, the slim flat of her stomach to the slender hips that were well curved. She wasn’t thin - skin and bones. There was an physique to her form that spoke of her sporty technique and care she took to keep her body in shape. Long shapely legs, thighs toned and calves defined. Reaching upward, her feline motions stretched her form before she began to reach for her clothes. The cold starting to tinge the extremities of her form.
13:37:12 Xan shook his head a little when the girl said she would give her inner animal a verbal lashing. Just the idea that something like that might work was ridiculous. He glanced back as Jake said he was leaving and he called out after him, "And don't be late, Connolly! If I have to look for you I'm going to be pissed!" He let the young man go and turned when Patrick called out to Dietrich. He looked at the Librarian and grinned, "Ah, Dietrich. It's not often one sees you far from your precious books." He'd motion the man toward them and, if the invitation was taken he'd offer his hand to shake. At noticing the fact that the man was still damp he arched a brow, "How are you not freezing right now? I'd thought I was the only one who could go for a dip in the loch during winter and not come out freezing my balls off." His crooked grin was immediate, just an attempt to lighten the mood. Whether or not Dietrich shook his hand he eventually dropped it and glanced between the man and the Fae boy who had called the Librarian by his first name. No doubt the man's darkened countenance was for a reason, for no one but Dryke took instant and immediate dislike to any student. Not even Xander. His dislike for certain students were very much earned. He'd slip his hands into the pockets of his jeans, even sidlinga littl off to one side to watch the encounter between the mouthy Fae and the librarian.
13:40:52 Xarissa The verbal lashing was a joke, truly. It wasn't meant to be serious. She'd learned enough that, well, that wasn't going to work. "I'm teasing!" She responded to the shake of his head. This poor guy, he needed a break from his work. Wind down. Realizing she'd taken to using the little fae as a leaning post, Xarissa stepped back, even if it hadn't bothered him, her head shaken somewhat. "Sorry about that." She brushed off his shoulder, where she'd left a print in the snow likely left there fom the snow he had been pelted with earlier. "So, you interfere, and I run." She nodded. "I'd probably slip and fall flat on my back!" She'd just drag him with her, someone to hang onto, so she could stay up on her feet, or pull him down with her. Go down in a puff of snow! Tonight was serious business...playtime was now. Stay in check. Enjoy herself. Then, she found herself doubted, and Xarissa made a face. "You'll be in for a surprise." Don't underestimate the small fry, don't. They usually bite you in the ass, in the long run. "I'm not going to just go belly up." Shaking her head, she clenched her fingers, and sucked in a deep breath. Eyes fluttering shut, she focused, and eventually, peeked open her oceans once more, as she looked once more towards the librarian. Don't let him get under your skin, Xarissa told herself. "Mine didn't teach me any, either." She left her before Xarissa could even look at her face. Holding her tongue in her teeth, she then returned to her lip, suckling on it, silencing herself. She'd stop being snippy, again. No need for it. Disliking being irritable, she stood there, to convince herself of another mood. Kneeling down, slowly, she'd pick up a handful of snow, and while he was distracted talking to her 'protection,' Xarissa balled up the snow, and...it'd go sailing in his direction, a grin, as the petite girl found another hiding spot, around the fae. "Hide me," she purred, giggling as she planted her head between his shoulderblades, trying to become even smaller than what she was. From her spot, she eventually went quiet, staring at the trio of men around her, and eventually, stepping back to let her arms drop, hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket. Things didn't seem so playful, anymore, if you asked her.
13:54:24 [Jake] Lost in his own thoughts, Jake’s wandering moved him deeper into the heart of the forest, his entrance long ago obscured. Despite his hate for the snow and especially being in it, he found himself reluctant to go back indoors, his body slowly adjusting to the changed temperature, making the trip somewhat bearable. I guess it is not so bad. Or so he thought. The attack had not been seen, nor had it been anticipated. A familiar aroma floated on the breeze, an eerie familiarity whisked with something he could not quite recognise. It seemed an oncoming cold did little in the way of aiding one’s scent tracking abilities. Hands firmly in the pockets of his hooded jacket, clenched into fists, his pace slowed. Curiosity piqued, Jake looked about the forest, from right to left, it seemed he was alone…he was wrong. Suddenly startled, heart beating rapidly, the lithe form of an attacker clinging to his back. The assault was one of the snowball variety, the clump of gathered ice collapsing above his head, snowflakes melting on his neck and dribbling down into his shirt. “What the fuck!“ He exclaimed, grabbing the arms of the assailant and hastily shaking them off, and it was now his turn to strike. Jake angered by the sudden assault was about to rush the student, that was until the equally as shocked smoke eyes staring up at him halted his advance. “Mila?“ Shaking his head, flicking away snow frozen and melted alike. “You didn’t seem the sort to hold grudges, but snow? Really?“ It was a little hard to believe that this had been an elaborate scheme for payback, their expressions painted the picture quite clearly.<e>
14:01:04 [Trix] There was something about snow that brought out the child in all people, and it was the same for Trix who, wrapped in her warm coat exited from the School and out into the courtyard. Wool hat atop her head, her hair was bundled up in a messy fashion underneath, save a few strands that dangled precociously around her tapered face. Eyes of sheer blue gazed upon the crisp white that stood before her, while rosy lips parted into a delightful smile. Her nose was already tinged red from the offset of the chill that surrounded her, but she took no notice, use her inner fae warmth to keep herself at a good temperature. Mittens upon her hands that matched the wool hat upon her head, she was a petite figure who wandered toward the small group, just in time to see Mr. Vostok get hit by the snowball. Lips pressed together so not to laugh out loud, she wasn’t sure how the Librarian would react. He could well be peeved due to the action. Not everyone appreciated a good game. She didn’t integrate herself into the group. She stayed of to the sidelines, primarily because Xan was around and since the fateful night weeks ago she had a avoided the man with a passion. Opting to sit upon one of the benches for now, she brushed of the snow and sat, biding her time - happy to be spending some time outside.
14:05:49 Patrick : "Just don't do that, and you'll get away fine" he responded to Xarissa. Man, the librarian didn't like him. This was like the time in Dryke's class... when the essay prompt for a test said 'In your own words Explain...'... which of course lead Patrick to Literally use his own words in the essay... He wrote down gibberish. He made up words. Man! Did that reaaaally piss off Dryke. But, based on the man's reaction... he didn't seem to be a fan of Patrick. Oh boy! He had his very own Professor Snape! Oh boy! OH Boy. This was a big deal for Patrick. This meant that if his life was a teen Drama, Dietrich would be the teacher that he spent an episode with. For some arbitrary reason. At first they would hate eachother, but by the end of the episode they would come to not hate one another… perhaps even love eachother. Patrick smiled at the Librarian’s reaction. Oh, should the little Fae push his luck? Nope. The part of him that was logical and rational told him not to. As strange as it may soung, he listened… for once. “Sure thing, Siiiiiiiir”. Okay! He did his best! But then Xarissa throw a snowball at him, and once again would hide behind the little Fae. He blinked a few times. "Hide yeh? I'm not entirely sure. I think aiding and abetting a criminal isn't a pretty bad thing, here". What? That didn't even make sense to the little Fae. "But. I guess I can my best". Time to sprinkle on some Fae magic. Make things look all pretty. Maybe is Xarissa sparkled, it would distract everyone enough for her to get away!
14:14:43 Dietrich` turned with a slight smile turning his lip. “Xander. Are you kidding me? Where I come from, this is national past-time.” Dietrich’s smile widened into a grin and he closed the distance with two long strides, taking the man’s hand and shaking it heartily. “One man can only take so much books and dust before he goes mad, Blaze. I’d get away more often if I knew place would not ‘spontaneously combust’ if I looked away for more than five minutes.” It was a well-known fact that Dietrich spent almost every waking moment in the library, and many of his dreaming moments too. And almost always, he had some sort of book open in front of him. Most of the time, he also looked exhausted. This was odd considering the man had the robust figure of a brawler for which an occasional dip in the loch certainly could not account, not over all those hours spent firmly on his rump. Either he’d had a recent change in lifestyle, or else led some sort of secret life. -The students of course preferred the absurd theory that he was part ogre, for his almost permanent scowl and gorilla-like traits. “Sounds like you are having fun planned for tonight, hmm? Running naked under the moonlight, all of that?” His sly grin didn’t falter as his gaze drifted tellingly towards Xarissa, just in time to see--! Dietrich started to twitch to the left but ended up halting mid-motion. The snowball hit him right in the center of his chest with a dull thunk. He looked slowly down at the patches of ice clinging to his black sweater, and then raised his expressionless gaze to settle on Xarissa. He held her in her gaze for a couple of beats, and then bent down very slowly. He sunk his hand into the snow at his feet, grunted, and pushed it a little deeper. He scooped out a lump into his hand and skillfully rounded it into a ball, cocked back his arm and flung it at the girl. The icy missile flew unerringly, unnaturally straight for Xarissa, aimed for her chest but spinning towards an exposed shoulder instead if she remained cowering behind the smaller boy. The missile would hit with a rather considerable punch if it did, knocking the breath from her lungs or alternatively leaving a light bruise. A bit painful, but not more than a casual punch. As it fell, it’d break apart to reveal a dense core of earth beneath the packed snow. Dietrich straightened with a dark grin and crossed his arms. “You should not deal it, if you are not prepared to take it.”
14:16:14 Mila 's upside down eye met his just as he was exclaiming something about fucks, and what of them. It may have seemed odd for him to be suddenly chilled with wet snow, laden with the form of a girl and stared at in such a topsy turvy, startled fashion. A veil of raven had succumbed to gravity, the silken sheen reaching near to his hips so long were her tresses. All of a sudden the Were was shaking her off and she fell with a tumble, landing on her pert rear and an audible Oof. Sheepishly, Mila returned the greeting of sorts.. “Jake?” Insert animated close up of flushed cheeks and an overly large drop of sweat. Her hand pushed through her hair, and she remained seated on the ground whilst toying at the end of a dark lock. Um...” Wait, what? “I didn't! I don't! I thought you were Jed. We're playing...” Insert the embarrassed, childish revelation of the game some of the seniors were indulging in, “Snowtag.” Admitting this gave her a wonderful idea and she was rising casually, only to shout loud enough for the others to hear “JAKE'S IN. JAKE'S IT!” On her heel she turned and the girl was sprinting again, throwing her body over dips in the terrain, snow coated logs and darting through trees. Her breathing had become laboured, and each exhale produced a puff of frosty air. Mila was moving so fast that it was any wonder she didn't completely lose her balance with the abrupt, grace-lacking halt in the middle of the woods, a most perplexed expression mixed with shocked horror as she caught sight of Sydney. All of Sydney. Naked. “The fuck?” Whether the girl heard her or not, Mila had stopped and flippantly forgotten that she was running from Jake and for cover. Now the girl wasn't mean. She was no evil Brigitte, nor the self-obsessed Lara but she was a teen, and the youth couldn't help but to snicker as she turned away. That was not a sight she could forget. It seemed odd for a Shifter to think it ideal to shift completely, causing them to be nude and revealed.... during the daylight of the weekend, when other students were easily heard nearby with their keen, bestial ears.
14:34:55 Xan chuckled a little at Dietrich, "Not naked, no. As much as some of my students might enjoy that, no one will be totally nude." He watched as the snowball was flung at the librarian and simply arched a brow. It was a playful trick, of course, but some teachers would assign them grunt work for even the smallest of things. Like Dryke. Even by Xander's standards she was cruel. He looked intrigued as the man bent, grabbed up his own ball of snow and flung it at the girl. His eyes narrowed slightly as that snowball flew just a little too unerringly for Xarissa and was rewarded with the sight of the ball of earth at the center of all the packed snow once it broke open against Xarissa, "Ah yes. Mother Russia is a frigid sort of place isn't it, my friend?" He grinned, turning to see Trix, who had been avoiding him like the plague. He remembered back to that night where he had educated her on the more salient points of who he was and how he'd gotten here. Well, maybe she hadn't deserved the fear that his looming presence had imparted to her but she had annoyed him. He looked to Dietrich, "You should really try and get out of that library more. You need an assistant, I think. Someone to watch over the books while you're getting frsh air. Perhaps you should speak to Luthor about it. What's the worst he can say? No?" He knew the man often slept at his desk in the library and, well, that was just downright unfair. Everyone should be able to enjoy the comfort of their own bed more often than not.
14:38:22 Xarissa "Just don't...what?" Don't pelt him with snow? Why not? What was so bad about doing that? She peered over him, and looked over towards the librarian, one of her brows arched. What was so bad with pelting him with a lightly made snowball? It was harmless. Even Xan didn't get all upset when Xarissa blew the powdery stuff at him. Harmless. "You've already aided a criminal." Her eyes rolled. Then again, that had been her fault. It was in the past, best to be left forgotten for now. There was no need to revisit that. "Oh, you're wonderful." She chirped, and if she sparkled? Xarissa would end up stopping, and looking down to stare at herself. "...Let me go get my green dress and do my hair, I'll be Tinkerbell." Confused, she was confused. Why in the world was she - oh yes, he was a fae. "I don't think I'll be getting away any time soon." Just follow the trail of sparkles! The trail of sparkles would go nowhere, as she was caught, and when she was hit with the snowball that she had attempted to run from, Xarissa, caught by it, made a small noise as she found herself hit, harder than what a snowball should. Letting out a little cough, she reached to hold her chest, as she took a few gasps. Rather than throw a fit, she instead looked at the teacher. Reaching down, she picked up the core, and quietly began to walk over, with all intentions to return it. Instead, if he didn't back away, the tiny girl would hopefully catch him off guard, with a well placed tackle at the shortened distance. If she could get him down, Xarissa would fling handfuls of snow, even attempted to pack it down, then wriggled off, and up onto her feet, should all things go according to plan. "You shouldn't make assumptions." Hurmph! Crossing her arms, she grinned, as though confident with her doings. However, if she failed? Oh boy. That might be awkward! Maybe she should go hide behind the tall teacher, rather than the fae who was barely bigger than she, herself.
14:42:02 [Trix] The fun continued on around her as she sat solitary. Being the wallflower she was. Her thoughts were her own, though they ventured on borderline happiness and conversations that had made the girl almost smile secretively while perched upon the bench. The others were happily throwing balls at each other, while the coat clad Fae remained of the side. She did want to spend a moment or two with Dietrich for she’d offered to help Jeremy in his question for finding the Librarian a gift. Though Trix wasn’t one to just walk in and interrupt things that were going on. She preferred to remain sequestered on her own. The only thing missing was a book on her lap, which she suddenly thought of. Why hadn’t she brought out the latest novel she was reading. It would have made sense - most people were use to seeing her with books as it were. Inwardly clipping herself for her idleness, it did however feel good not to have to go to class today. Although Trix loved school, there were times for a break, and the weekend offered just that to the woman.
14:44:26 Jake relaxed at the sight of the familiar face. It seemed their meeting was an accidental one, the surprised expression and questioning glance told him as much. Likewise he too did not expect to be leapt upon like a wild animal, at least not on this particular stroll, others were another story. Brown eyes watched her as she struggled with his playful tease, his face warmed with amusement. “Snowtag?“ The concept of the game was all in it’s name, hardly the most imaginative but it sufficed. But as quickly as he spoke, already the Crux student began to shout out. “Wait, what?“ His question however would go unanswered as she scrambled away, reaching out as if to grab her but only empty air met his grasp. The announcement seemed to fall upon no-one in particular yet in the distance he saw the movement, other players hiding amidst the trees and watching. Looks like I can get a little payback of my own. And with the return of his wolfish grin and the ruffle of his dark hair, he ran. Dashing after the escaping Mila, other students scattering throughout the forest, the young wolf’s intended target struggled to escape him. There was a moment when the raven haired girl managed to lose her pursuer, Jake sliding to a halt. Stopping and listening to his surroundings, a symphony of chirping birds, rustling of branches and the crunching of snow. Crouched low, he scooped up a large handful of shaved ice, melding together to form a rather hefty sphere. His patience would be well rewarded. Chuckling, Mila had ran from an alcove and back into his sights, he continued his pursuit. “You’re mine now!“ The young wolf cheered. Crossing through the trees he would creep upon the fleeing student, bringing the ball of snow around with hopes of driving it down the back of her coat and shirt. <e>
14:53:05 Pixie is a walking thrift store of a rocker-hipster’s wet dream: with a maddening ability to wear anything and make it look effortless, the waifish she-wolf dons layers of ancient lace—low-cut, even in this weather—and a battered leather coat. Combat boots and turtle backpack complete the American’s juxtaposition of a wardrobe. It’s so effortlessly shabby chic, everyone will assume her beloved guardian poured money into the ensemble, rather than the truth. Appropriately angsty for her new surroundings, Pixie has donned her warrior mask of black kohl liner and smudged shadows. Fake whore lashes, flushed cheeks, model-esque slouch that makes no sense for her tiny frame—it’s all armor to protect against being the pack-less new wolf, drifting on the outskirts of the snow-play in the courtyard. A painted brow quirks at the students’ antics, judging and calculating.
14:55:20 Patrick : "No. Don't slip and fall. It'll make it easier for the whole getting away". But none of that seemed to matter. The Librarian threw some sort of Blue Turtle shell like snowball that followed her as she attempted to scramble away. When it hit, he saw the rock at the center of it. He quirked a brow at that and laughed ever so. So, The Flesh needed to use his powers to throw a Snowball? Was he trying to make some sort of point by doing that? Then again, he shouldn't assume all that much from the Russian. He laughed a little as the Were-Child towards the librarian. Wait! No! Bad Idea! The Flesh was super strong and super naked! This had bad idea written all over it! Patrick had a decent idea of what the little were girl was going to do. But how could he explain his thought process to the girl who didn't listen to his advice in the first place! You don't tackle teachers and you sure as hell don't try to tackle the one who just tried to prove how tough he was to a student, by basically pelting her with a rock. Looking around. He moved to walk towards her, but she got a head start on him. "Xarissa... Dooon't" he said, to her. But, she probably wouldn't listen. So, the little Were would be trying to tackle The Flesh. It was out of his hands.
15:01:59 Mila backed up fairly quickly after seeing Sydney, not catching whether the Shifter had noticed her or not. Luckily too, for she was in danger of luring Jake to the unclothed girl, and if anyone were to know anything about Connelly, they would know that the boy really didn't need the encouragement of a naked girl to add to his already playboy behaviour. Turning from the alcove and darting back brought her in sight of Jake once more. His now? She shrieked in amused fright, already laughing off her brief encounter with nudity. Before she could quite escape him, the athletic girl was unfortunately overdone by his natural, Shifter prowess. He had her. She was his. Or not? Surely enough the snowball leapt out from nowhere, clipping her just in the side but the usually fair player chose to ignore the grazing of ice and continued to sprint like a dirty little cheat. “Missed me, sucker!”
15:11:10 [Dietrich`] “What, and look like I cannot handle it? Pfah.” In reality Dietrich hadn’t been told much in the way of what was expected of him. No clear responsibilities had been laid out for him, and no obligations were enforced. For all he knew, he could be gallivanting off elsewhere in the school all day and nothing would be said. Or perhaps not. You didn’t try with a man like Luthor. Besides, Dietrich had his own private reasons for doing what he did. Dusting his hands lightly he looked on smugly at the results of his handiwork, at Xarissa coughing to get her breath back and stalking back over to him. The sudden move into a tackle did catch him by surprise, but the short distance between him gave him a beat to react. His instincts had never let him down in the past, and they didn’t do so now. He bent into her attack, allowing her motion to turn his body slightly rather than resisting the force, swept her legs out from under her in one smooth stroke, grabbed her around the abdomen and neatly flipped her down into the snow with practiced ease. Not his usual approach, but he wasn’t trying to break her neck here. It all happened in the space of a heartbeat, and then he was kneeling with his weight on her upper sternum. Well, not all his weight of course, he was a pretty powerfully built fellow. Dietrich hesitated for a moment, and then looked down at his unfortunate catch. Ah, this was probably…right. He cast his gaze around in search for a second, then snatched up a big lump of snow and plunked it neatly down on Xandrissa’s face, before getting back up off her. “What did I just tell you?” He tried to growl, but there was the slightest twinge of nervousness that pretty much ruined the tone. Dietrich turned his head towards Xander and said, “You should teach your students to pick better fights.” In a sort of half-jovial manner that didn’t seem entirely authentic. Casting his gaze around he checked to see who else might’ve been watching, and spotted first Trix and then a slim girl with her face all mangled in black. He rubbed a hand over his lightly stubbled chin and mouth and smirked uneasily.
15:19:56 Jake had been blissfully unaware of the naked shifter, if only he had taken a left instead of a right. He had missed taking advantage of an already uncomfortable situation with adding his own flirtatious remarks and glances of admiration. With the reappearance of his prey he shot after her, his eyes never leaving her behind. During the chase there would be times that he came too close, not wanting the thrill of the hunt to end so soon he would stall himself, allowing Mila to flirt just beyond his reach. It was not only the worry of the hunt ending too soon that slowed him, the capability to watch her hips sway as she ran were just as rewarding. Mischievous and flattering intentions crept into his mind, a pleasant distraction before drawing ever closer. The flung snowball managed to chip the Crux student, however she did not stop. He knew she was tagged and Mila knew it too but the hysterical screams and the taunt encouraged him all the more. “We will see about that.“This time there was no courteous reduction in speed, his pursuit had one objective. To pounce. When Jake was close enough, he would leap upon the raven locked girl, wrapping his arms around her and tumbling down into the snow clad ground beneath them. If his leap had been successful, they would roll for a few moments, uncertain on who would come out on top, when they suddenly came to a halt, with Jake pinning Mila down and a fistful of snow hanging over her face. “We could have done this the easy way, but something tells me that you like it hard.“ Laughing at his own inappropriate remark, the snow in his palm crushed, sprinkles of snowflakes drifted down and collapsed upon her features. “I guess that means you’re it.“ He smirked smugly.<e>
15:22:22 Trix noted Pixie as the girl entered the scene. Trix knew everyone. Not in the sense she was overly popular. Far from it, but she made it her business to memorize names to faces and the like. Most younger students she’d tutored in some manner and this Were that was outside now, while not having been one of Trix’s students certainly had made a name for herself since the new semester started. Trix imagined it was how all Were’s were. There was something infinitively similar in every werewolf about their personality that made it almost easy to spot on. The flaxen haired beauty however would nod and wave toward Pixie in a friendly welcome, before watching the scene unfold around her, the motion of Dietrich against Xarissa and the fun play that was to be had. For some reason though Trix felt slightly disconnected today. She couldn’t understand fully but rather than her usual go get’em self, she was held back, almost reserved. Whilst others of her year played snow tag within the woods, Trix had remained behind with her thoughts. She’d been more quiet as of late as if guarding a secret and in some ways she was. Though, it would never spill from her lips, to be sure Trix was very lacking in the personal side of things. With a soft sigh, she rose upward from the bench to reach her full height. A stroll may be in order for the woman to feel better about things - was she being anti-social? It would sure come across as such but then again, most people expected that from the book worm. The fact Mr. Vostok, the Librarian God was around also made it uncomfortable for her - she was stuck between a rock and a hard place with this one for certes, the male adult being on the receiving end of a crush from the bookworm herself. But there was another Trix had beget feelings for. Whilst she knew she shouldn’t. Whilst she had not expected it, nor did she expect in return, a growing friendship had lead her to develop something and it was with this she was struggling. The myriad of thoughts plagued her mind as she began to move away. Perhaps a walk in the woods, to feel the trees around her would help her feel more at ease. The beauty of nature at her fingertips would help elevate what was experienced within, and thus with small waves toward the gathered group, she slowly began to exit the courtyard with an attempt to move toward the woods.