[physical education 101]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: transfer students
When: July 1̷̝̤̳̙̫̭̻̝͓̄̇̾̀̕͝9̸̙̱̹͍̮̈́́̀̅͛̐̔̋ 20
Where: the. . . gymnasium?
What: an ice breaker
Warnings: moderate physical injury (not debilitating), psychological horror (absolutely debilitating)

[The school is empty. The school is quiet. The only sound that cuts through the silence is the soft ticking of the hallway clocks that mark the passing of each second.]

[. . .]

[At least. . . until a stiff breeze whips through the classrooms, scattering dirty papers and jerking the curtains aside. The clock strikes 6:00 a.m.]

[The school bell chimes.]

[ Team rooms | Endgame | Rewards ]

Comments

Re: [ENDGAME]

[threadling]

BACK OFF!

[This Girl is stumbling around, holding her right hand up like it's a weapon -- which it very well might be, from the way purple sparks are erratically jumping off of her fingers. She has a number of small cuts on her and from the way she stumbles whenever she puts any weight on her right leg, one can make a guess that things didn't go that well for her in the classroom.]

[Something she seems determined to express to anybody she feels gets too close.]

I'll fuckin' gut you if you get any closer, you piss-soaked pillock, I said BACK OFF!

[She's also, for the record, wearing a sticker on her chest that says "I tried to outsmart a ghost and all I got was this stupid sticker."]

Re: [ENDGAME]

[ratiocinations]

Miss Girl!

[...The silliness of that title is lost completely with Holmes' strident enuciation of it, carrying from across the other side of the gym where he stands.]

Calm yourself. Turn and face me, and come this way.

[Surely she will recognize a fellow teammate amid her mania? He is looking just as worse for wear as her.]

Re: [ENDGAME]

[threadling]

[Oh she recognizes him alright. She turns and she immediately looks like she wants to jump him.]

You!

[She stumbles and nearly falls over as she starts yelling at him.]

Give it fake names?! Look inside the fucking shoe cubbies for a key?! Real genius shit, you fucking posh muppet!

Re: [ENDGAME]

[ratiocinations]

[For what it is worth, he does not seem affected by her words, for it's hardly anything he's not already thought of himself. Right now, remaining calm amid her furor is the most important thing.

He stands, waits for her to draw nearer.]

Quite so. A colossal failing on my part from all angles. If you expect me to argue against that fact, I'll not bother.

Re: [ENDGAME]

[threadling]

[She doesn't get any closer. She moves and acts more like a wounded animal than anything. Much as she might look like she wants to slap him, she looks more like she just doesn't want anybody or anything to get close enough to hurt her.]

Teaches me for trustin' a fuckin' Empty - at least the other freaks didn't pretend they knew what they were talking about!

Re: [ENDGAME]

[ratiocinations]

[Then he will give her the space she needs, unwilling to approach, as though he might be an anchor in the storm of her emotions — even if unwanted.]

I did not pretend. I gauged based on what little information we had access to. I'll not claim to have been competent in this case, no, but I'll not have you call me purposefully ignorant.

Re: [ENDGAME]

[threadling]

Well here's some fucking info for you! [She grabs at her own tracksuit where the sticker is.] It's a bloody GHOST! Which means it's magic, something you don't know shit about!

Re: [ENDGAME]

[ratiocinations]

[No. This is a new set of circumstances, a new set of rules he does not know how to account for. That, too, bothers him in a way he does not show on his features.]

Do you feel as though your own voice was ignored? Because it was not.

[And he knows this. Holmes believes she has no grounds to argue otherwise, no matter her justified anger.]

Re: [ENDGAME]

[threadling]

I wasn't saying anything because if I did, I thought it might've gotten you killed! And then we just got attacked anyway!

[It's definitely true that she wasn't able to figure out it was a ghost either. She was so unnerved by the possibility of a witch hunter that it didn't occur to her.]

[selfportraiture]

[They've both got stickers, though hers doesn't match; it's Keeper of the keys instead.

More importantly, though...

Ena immediately lifts her hands up, palms out, eyes wide.]

W-whoa, jeeze, calm down! I'm not coming closer! I don't even know you!

[threadling]

[Her eyes do catch that sticker. She looks her over, assessing how wounded she is, if at all.]

I'll calm down when I'm not surrounded by you freaks and being attacked anymore! Just stay the hell back!

[selfportraiture]

[Some thin cuts through her track suit, which is long-sleeved and pants--coagulated blood around those cuts as is probably expected. There's dried blood along her jaw as well, as if it trickled from her ear.

And she gasps at that, offended.]

Freak?! Fine, see if I help! I was just seeing if you needed anything!

[threadling]

I need to leave this fucking place! If you wanna help me, tell me how to do that and then get lost!

[selfportraiture]

I don't know, okay?! I'm just as stuck as you are! And I want out of here just as much too!

So stop taking the shitty situation out on me!

[Pot, kettle...]

[threadling]

You think I trust any of you?! You could be a ghost too, for all I know!

[selfportraiture]

[Tch.]

Oh yeah? If I was a ghost, I'd just walk right through that wall and out of here! Now you're really grasping at straws.

[threadling]

You wouldn't leave if you were a ghost, because you're trying to kill us - me - whatever!

Re: [ENDGAME]

[velluminous]

[ certainly not approaching at all, but rather remaining where she has collapsed on the bleachers. she sees the spark of magic at the Girl's fingers and reaches, again, for her own.

nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.

no variation of somatic component catches upon the Weave. Sophrosyne will not heed her call.

to the sound of the Girl's screaming, and Mister Adair's fruitless attempts to calm her, Severine... puts her face in both her hands. presses hard on her temples.

murmured, to the room at large, ] Quiet...

Re: [ENDGAME]

[threadling]

[She looks around and sees her sprawled out on the bleachers.]

-- stop just laying there like that! I'm gonna think you're dying and turning into another ghost!





Which you'd better not do!

Re: [ENDGAME]

[velluminous]

[ she's just slumped!! straightens up as though chastened, properly chastened, a sudden flash of shame lancing through her. ]

Hoh! Nothing pleases Miss Girl, does it?

Re: [ENDGAME]

[threadling]

Oh, sorry, am I being difficult?! After the back massage and the serving of raspberries and cream, that really is too fucking unreasonable of me, isn't?!

Re: [ENDGAME]

[velluminous]

You are alive, no? You did not die, as I said! And you, with your "spark" at your fingers—count yourself fortunate for this. Now is not time to making new enemies. This is far from over.

[ and she, so far removed from Waterdeep, from "Sprezzatura Vaux"... keeping that name buried, and relying on the far-flung nature of those she has thrown her lot in with... this is how she will make allies. for the first time in her damnable life. ]

Re: [ENDGAME]

[threadling]

Make new enemies?! I don't even know who any of my enemies are! It's a ghost, they could be hiding in any one of these people! [She wildly gestures at all the other people in the gym, frantic, panicked.]

Re: [ENDGAME]

[velluminous]

It could indeed! But for why subterfuge, when it has already shown its vengeful face? Take us now and be done with it.

Re: [ENDGAME]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Girl may or may not notice this guy from her "homeroom" not actually approaching her, but standing over






← here, watching her flip out. He also has the stupid sticker on his chest. ]