[h3]Lyn[/h3] 

The little child found herself running. Her feet driven and thumping the earth in her rapid need to escape, failing to notice the demons had completely vanished. Her eyes held tears while her mind was racked with guilt over hurting Alaira. She didn’t mean to, the words of regret and pain swelled in her mind at the actions that had happened and the memory of her Aunt’s words. 

Lyn started to feel her lungs burn from the flat out run. She hadn’t controlled her pace or held back since she had started, feeling the effects washing over her after only a bit away. It wasn’t until Mei’s arms wrapped about, her arms jerked for a moment, and picked her up did she realize who had her. Lyn’s eyes blinked for a moment. Her sight absorbed and seemed to widen in surprise followed shortly by her reaction. Any fear, sorrow, and pain flooded out alongside the new tears seeping on her cheeks. Her mouth started to cry her emotions into the air while she clinged to Mei, using the woman’s touch and embrace for comfort. Her eyes pushed into the neck to muffle the crying while she was shaking with each sound. 

Her mind kept screaming the same thing over and over. [color=f49ac2][i]I hurt Alaira. I hurt her.[/i] [/color]

Gradually, Mei’s hushing words and soothing touch brought Lyn’s outburst to a meek hiccup. Her tears were still wet and running, but her wails had ceased into silence. Mostly silence as her body jerked with the hiccups. She was still clearly upset and scared, her face reflecting it when it edged to its end. Her grip however didn’t loosen up and remained fast on the woman, afraid to lose what comfort she had right now.   

[h3]Khan[/h3]

Khan struggled not to crumble while he fought his own weakness. Unable to retrieve his cane, he struggled to catch his breath, each time taking slow and steady pace while trying to overcome the pain. He had turned and been able to answer Rathel when he heard the elf speak. He jerked his head back to see her, noting the condition and feeling a wash of guilt surge within his core. Her question only burned him deeper when she asked his name. [i][color=aba000]Yes...I’m Khan. The very bastard that caused this.[/color][/i] 

[i][color=8882be]Kekekaaa! Yes, the little Blower got dewskirtch created by you, didn’t she Khan?[/color]

[color=aba000]Shut up Upsah…[/color][/i] Growled Khan, his eyes narrowed while he silenced the demon’s snide remarks in his head. A an attempt to pull more guilt and some sense of sick vengeance. 

He nodded his head in the elf’s direction to answer her question silently. 

At the sound of several feet, his head turned to see a crowd start to gather. Worse of all, it wasn’t just the student who had followed but on his heels was Lucilia, followed by Tyrael and Uicle. Lastly another student, or some rather disturbed individual, stumbled onto the scene as well. Khan was unable to focus much due to his eyesight flickering yet he noticed the student edge to Rathel. 

Thankfully, Lucilia reacted quickly. She stepped forward, guiding his hand to a stout, wooden cane and nudged it into his grasp. His fingers closed while he leaned to the side and took pressure off his leg. Further relief was placed when Lucilia managed to slip under to aid him for more support. 

[color=ed1c24]"Khan... Mind explaining this mess?"[/color]

Her words had sliced into him and his hand tightened, his breathing rather heavy. From the corner of his eye, Khan watched as Korgal stepped forward and made a beeline for the elf. The headmaster nearly jumped out of his scales when he heard Korgal exclaimed, his feet moving until the orc embraced the stranger into his normal, crushing hug before he released her. Then came his question, his eyes looking from her to Khan as if they both had some explanation to tell him. Khan sighed, knowing he had to explain this.   

[b]"You there... Elf. You have parasites under your flesh. You need medical attention."[/b] Came Tyrael’s voice, his body moving as he tried to brush Korgal away. His hand had two of his fingers shifting as he reached over to slice her open, intending on taking out the vines by force. Rathel stiffened causing Khan to react, his body shifted surprisingly about Lucilia and aimed to clasp Tyrael’s reaching hand. 

[color=aba000]“You’ll kill her if you cut them out.”[/color] Khan hissed quietly, warning Tyrael while his knee shook. Now he was leaning more on Tyrael and trying not to fall, his teeth gritted in restrain against the winning gravity.  

[b]"Tyrael, perhaps we should give her over to Lidda or Sam. I know how you like to rip thing's apart, but students, I'm afraid, are off limits. Please, put away your claws."[/b] Uicle said, his current body now present on the scene. Khan inwardly groaned when he remembered who he had bumped into earlier. This was just too much at once, the headmaster thought, and heard Uicle address him. 

[b]"Khan, I assume the reason you threw me into the nearby wall and fell over is because your watch plants have turned into attack plants and tried to murder the Elf Tyrael is trying to rip apart to save.” [/b]

In the same breath eh then turned to the elf. [b]“I do apologize miss, our headmaster usually has more sense than this, but appears to have misplaced and is currently unable to find where he put it. I'm Uicle, the Necromancy teacher at the school and currently one of the few people trying to prevent your evisceration."[/b] Like in the past, a ceiling chunk fell off and slammed into his helmet, cutting off his conversation. Something that all the teachers knew shouldn’t have happened since Lyn’s presence had negated the curse oddly enough.  [b]"Really? Really. I swear, I actually look forward to variety now. That was your plan all along, wasn't it? To make me hate it more because it happens all the godsdamned time." [/b]

His speech paused long enough to wait for any further interruptions then turned his attention back to the head master and the rest. [b] "Now, Khan if you're done introducing students to your newest security system, and Tyrael if you're done trying to murder them as they walk through the door, I'll take the elf to Sam or Lidda or both to get help, and you two can settle the huggy orc in to the college nicely. Without doing anything nasty to him. Good? Good. Let's go elf, before the parasites burst from your eyes."[/b]

[color=aba000]“Uicle, wait.”[/color] Khan said, his eyes drifted to Rathel. [color=aba000]“Neither Sam or Lidda can get those vines out, they try then our young friend here will suffer for it. Rathel and I were trying to create a more passive offshoot for the Herbamancers to use and would bond with them similarly like demons did with their mages. Rathel, will you get those vines out?”[/color]

[h3]Rathel[/h3] 

Rathel watched while the man pause in his endless amusement and watched Khan with interest, finally stopping right beside Rathel. He edged to Rathel, chuckling audibly, placing his hand against the demon’s head. He started to pet him and spoke. 

 [b]"Today has been good day, funny to be specific.......though most days are. Demons seem to be the theme today though. Quite enjoyable, oh also I'm Baulder."[/b]  Then he started to giggle again. 

[i] [color=PaleGreen]We have an interesting one here.[/color] [/i] Rathel’s voice talked into Khan’s head with a bitter tone. 

Rathel was angry and upset, mainly as his past seemed to haunt him now. The vines stemmed from such research had once more proven their blood thirsty tendencies again. His eyes flickered between each speaking individual while the scene played out. It wasn’t until Tyrael reached for the elf did he tense up under Baulder’s touch and shot Khan a look, both knew the result of the rash action. 

[i][color=PaleGreen]Khan[/color]![/i] He hissed only to see the headmaster intervene. Rathel felt his leaves relax a bit, knowing the headmaster wouldn’t allow any further damage on the female. 

Finally he turned to Rathel to mend the situation. The demon's eyes shifted to first Lucilia and then Tyrael before he spoke, as if warning them in secret against messing with the vines. [color=PaleGreen]“Yes, I can. I need to touch her though if she will permit it and I can force the vines out the way they came. Any other blood manipulation will result more damage and possibly death.”[/color] 

He moved forward to Myrn. [color=PaleGreen]“May I?”[/color] 

Once permission was given, he took her arm and would force the vines back through their wounds. They would slither and ripple, purging themselves into the nearest source of blood: Rathel.