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What on e a r t h are you talking about?
@Tyler it may be best to carry on with Kit rather than waiting for some more responses; this bit feels very exposition-y and the sooner our erstwhile substitute moves the class along his own agenda the better. Plus, I'm sure I'm not the only one who wouldn't mind seeing a bit more of Kit Renard in action ;)
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Yeah you don't know my mind....
You don't know my kind.....
DARK NECCESITIES ARE PART OF MY DESIIIIIIGN~
Sorry I've been away. I'll try and improve my punctuality this episode.
B E L L E D ' V O I R E
Jonas' explanation, when it finally came out, was so... classically tragic. A tattered remnant of former glory, still clinging on to the rags of his past, simply because he had no other direction. A righteous, moral heart, unguided and adrift, now anchored on a singular purpose with hand-chosen charges. Belle felt...cared for, in a peculiar, holistic way. The man in front of her was but a small part of a far greater network that had devoted itself to hidden guardianship, and now this network had splintered into her life and the lives of her classmates. 'Hyperhumans' seemed an extravagent term but her life, now, was grander than it had been before, and it had begun to show even before this 'fieldtrip' - she felt part of a stronger whole among her peers in Social Conscience, led by a noble mentor. And now, they were being explicitly told that they were to become a new chapter of these 'Venari'. Belle smiled.
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A few days later, Belle's lips still curved as they made their way back to the van. How all so...exciting. To be a chosen guardian of this city and those that lived within...gathering herself as the class returned to the city proper, she reached out, somehow feeling the low thrum of the million insect lives she touched and guided. Absentmindedly, she scratched at her shoulder.
The smile didn't last as Jonas was taken away, the accusations levied against him falling hard upon Belle and her classmates; the police's question fell harder, the psychological poking and prodding and soft, half-hearted comforts falling on numb ears. Belle shrugged off the officer's efforts to console her about trauma that never happened - she knew about trauma already - and instead wandered home alone to lay on her bed and spiral around her mind about a grander fate being torn so cruelly away from her.
Outside her bedroom window, the hive she had been cultivating for the last week or so buzzed harshly, wasps vacating their nest to sit on the window pane, grouping up into pulsating blobs of black and yellow, a few insects batting against the glass in their efforts to get to her. Belle opened her eyes and stood up, grabbing her phone from her pocket and snapping a photo of the polka-dot window before standing with her forehead on the glass. On the other side, wasps congregated around where her skin met the window, and she felt their hum for a few seconds, comforted by her power over them. Straightening up, she issued a new command - and slowly, wasps drifted up to the top of their hive, carefully, painstakingly biting and tearing. 20 seconds later, the whole hive fell the three storeys down to the ground, shattering completely upon impact with the patio below Belle's room. Its inhabitants poured out, furious and frightened, and Belle relinquished all control, watching them as they fled wildly and spastically away from the scene of their catastrophe. Their queen, immobile and defenseless, lay on her back in the wreckage. Belle shut her blinds, and went to sleep.
The school loomed over Belle like an enemy she could not or would not overcome, a self-inflicted, compulsive opposition. Never had Mather Memorial stood so ominously, had its hallways filled with naught but hollow air and the ghosts of accusations. On every other day of Belle's academic career, she had arrived with an anxious fervour to learn, to educate, to study and excel in those studies. But today...she merely drifted through her syllabi, half-there, her mind consumed by thoughts of Social Conscience; Jonas had not been released from county, but the class had not been cancelled. But this personal forum of Jonas' own making, with its own hidden purpose...what possible substitute could accomplish what Jonas had set out to achieve?
The hours dripped by, every tick of every clock hand in the school knocking on Belle's skull from day's start to its inevitable, agonizing end. Belle stood among her classmates, petrified by the unanswered question, posed by the classroom's door, that hung on every molecule of air, dangling above them like vicious hooks adorned with beautiful lures. Belle scratched her shoulder again.
It was, of course, the ever-vivacious Sebastian who broke the stupour, cutting through the silence with a strong, focused voice as he pushed the door open and walked through the threshold, a task so simple that had still felt near insurmountable mere seconds ago. They sat, and waited. What happens now?
And then something extraordinary and terrifying happened.
Kit Renard happened.
His introduction speech was as entrancing as it was repulsive, simultaneously compelling and deeply unnerving. He insulted and charmed in equal measure, making it clear that he wished to impress while also being transparent in his apathy towards the class - an apathy that felt more dangerous than contempt. Kit's bizzare, facetious veneer pinned him to magic the way Jonas' silent, alluring mystery did, but the contrast between the two couldn't have been more stark; Jonas was comforting, protecting - Kit's every movement was painted with indirect menace. Belle couldn't help but wonder if Kit was here on Jonas' word - she wondered if Kit was the reason Jonas wasn't here in the first place. She brushed his cool dismissal of her away, and instead stood up - shoulders locked, fists clenched, brow furrowed heavily, Belle in a defensive, assertive stance.
"What do you know." She asked, the question posing a hundred different queries, each one as desperately important as the last.
It's not about who tagged who...
B e l l e D ' V o i r e
This was a lot of information, and Belle felt like she'd been lead astray by Jonas, coaxed into hidden trials and secret challenges, tests of character and skill that she was at an innate disadvantage for. She felt somehow used, manipulated - why bother with several weeks of fake curriculum? - but she remembered the dance, and how utterly outmatched they had been - Jonas himself only just fighting off their attacker. If this man desired power, and could drain it from their very bodies...there was very little they could do to defend themselves alone. But together, trained and co-ordinated and tactical, they may stand a chance.
“Exactly. What’s in all of this for you? Surely you have some better reason than simply being a part of some humanitarian organization? Because frankly, I have a hard time believing that you’re just some do-gooder, so what do you get out of all of this?”
"Protection. It's protection, isn't it? You can't force him to leave the city by yourself, especially when he's backed up by those beasts - so you gather us, train us, make us stronger, more in control of our abilities, and then we help defend you as a byproduct of defending ourselves." Belle focused on Jonas, a quizzical and accusing eyebrow arching up at him. "But that can't just be it, that's too simple. There wouldn't be such a...charade, otherwise. It's got to be bigger than that - this... 'Draoi' has a practical army. We're caught up in something bigger than all of us, aren't we? Wrong time, wrong place? What exactly do you plan onpreparing us for, Mr Lehrer?"
This was a lot of information, and Belle felt like she'd been lead astray by Jonas, coaxed into hidden trials and secret challenges, tests of character and skill that she was at an innate disadvantage for. She felt somehow used, manipulated - why bother with several weeks of fake curriculum? - but she remembered the dance, and how utterly outmatched they had been - Jonas himself only just fighting off their attacker. If this man desired power, and could drain it from their very bodies...there was very little they could do to defend themselves alone. But together, trained and co-ordinated and tactical, they may stand a chance.
“Exactly. What’s in all of this for you? Surely you have some better reason than simply being a part of some humanitarian organization? Because frankly, I have a hard time believing that you’re just some do-gooder, so what do you get out of all of this?”
"Protection. It's protection, isn't it? You can't force him to leave the city by yourself, especially when he's backed up by those beasts - so you gather us, train us, make us stronger, more in control of our abilities, and then we help defend you as a byproduct of defending ourselves." Belle focused on Jonas, a quizzical and accusing eyebrow arching up at him. "But that can't just be it, that's too simple. There wouldn't be such a...charade, otherwise. It's got to be bigger than that - this... 'Draoi' has a practical army. We're caught up in something bigger than all of us, aren't we? Wrong time, wrong place? What exactly do you plan onpreparing us for, Mr Lehrer?"
B e l l e D ' V o i r e with FantasyChic as Winter Carlyle
The two girls had been drawing closer to what they had presumed to be their opponent's base camp for several minutes, carefully skirting the edges of the fire that marked Aiden's new lease of life. Belle's insects amassed behind her, trunks and branches teeming with centipedes and ants and beetles while a low hum of beating wings seemed to emanate from her very person. She froze as Sebastian's voice exploded from the darkness, a frustrated yell that startled her - but not as much as the response it prompted, as a clump of flies and wasps flew past her and towards the noise at a furious pace, with bugs on the ground drawing closer to her feet in some kind of protective stance. She shook off the faint feeling of dread and instead looked back at Winter, giving her a determined nod as she tried to encourage the duo forwards.
There was a light breeze and the grass and brush parted for some invisible force that came at them, flashing past before circling and hitting them on a second pass and throwing them to the side. Belle hit the ground hard and pain skipped through her arm as she landed awkwardly on her shoulder, anger overtaking her face as another, larger clump of insect flew off in the direction that the blur had gone. Sebastian. Belle thought, her inner monologue hissing the boy's name back to her. They must be getting closer. She hoped Evander was alright back with the flag.
"Winter? Are you okay?" She asked as she picked herself up, bugs dropping from her clothes as she left the ground.
Winter stood up and dusted herself off. The breeze and knockback could only have been Sebastian, and it just confirmed what they already knew. Aiden wasn't playing a game anymore. She looked over to Belle and nodded, "I'm fine. Are we still going to find the flag?" She asked purely because this was all insane. The forest was burning down around them, it was clear that the others weren't prepared, and Mr. Lehrer was not stepping in. Did he want them to use their powers in this situation?
And what could she do? As far as she knew, she could view memories and that's it! She didn't have time to play around with her powers. She kind of hoped that, if what her suspicions told her, that Mr. Lehrer would have helped her recognize her gifts and help determine what else she could do? Instead they took a trip to the forest and were now putting their lives on the line, not to mention the lives of the animals and plant life in the forest. For what purpose? Aiden needed to be stopped.
"Whatever you did to me, you need to do to everyone else, because whoever that man was, he was on some dark business, and we are severely outmatched." Belle replied, taking a breath to re-establish herself and plan the best way to proceed. "But otherwise...I think 'capture the flag' is an easy way to get us in a competitive spirit, and obviously there are some people in our class who are willing to give themselves an edge."
Belle felt a gust of heat burst from the treeline, and behind it, the orange flickerings of Aiden's recklessly-induced bushfire roared. Whatever laid beyond that wall was lost; the fire was impassable, and the smoke beginning to drift through grew thicker and thicker with each passing second. Whether it had been Aiden's intention or not, he had brought the game to a close.
"We need to leave. Back to the camp!" Belle yelled, her voice nearly getting drowned out by the approaching blaze.
The intensity of the fire grew too quickly and, finally, it seemed like the game was over. Belle had the right idea, they needed to get back to Evander. Aiden was likely making his way over there, and if the breeze as any indication, so was Sebastian and, maybe, Brynn. She followed Belle's lead and made her way back to the camp.
As she ran, she thought about what she could do, and she had an idea. If she could get close to Aiden, perhaps she could use her abilities to help him. Was he bent on revenge? Was he angry? Or was this just something he was doing for fun. He wasn't a bad guy - and Winter wanted to remind him of such.
The two girls had been drawing closer to what they had presumed to be their opponent's base camp for several minutes, carefully skirting the edges of the fire that marked Aiden's new lease of life. Belle's insects amassed behind her, trunks and branches teeming with centipedes and ants and beetles while a low hum of beating wings seemed to emanate from her very person. She froze as Sebastian's voice exploded from the darkness, a frustrated yell that startled her - but not as much as the response it prompted, as a clump of flies and wasps flew past her and towards the noise at a furious pace, with bugs on the ground drawing closer to her feet in some kind of protective stance. She shook off the faint feeling of dread and instead looked back at Winter, giving her a determined nod as she tried to encourage the duo forwards.
There was a light breeze and the grass and brush parted for some invisible force that came at them, flashing past before circling and hitting them on a second pass and throwing them to the side. Belle hit the ground hard and pain skipped through her arm as she landed awkwardly on her shoulder, anger overtaking her face as another, larger clump of insect flew off in the direction that the blur had gone. Sebastian. Belle thought, her inner monologue hissing the boy's name back to her. They must be getting closer. She hoped Evander was alright back with the flag.
"Winter? Are you okay?" She asked as she picked herself up, bugs dropping from her clothes as she left the ground.
Winter stood up and dusted herself off. The breeze and knockback could only have been Sebastian, and it just confirmed what they already knew. Aiden wasn't playing a game anymore. She looked over to Belle and nodded, "I'm fine. Are we still going to find the flag?" She asked purely because this was all insane. The forest was burning down around them, it was clear that the others weren't prepared, and Mr. Lehrer was not stepping in. Did he want them to use their powers in this situation?
And what could she do? As far as she knew, she could view memories and that's it! She didn't have time to play around with her powers. She kind of hoped that, if what her suspicions told her, that Mr. Lehrer would have helped her recognize her gifts and help determine what else she could do? Instead they took a trip to the forest and were now putting their lives on the line, not to mention the lives of the animals and plant life in the forest. For what purpose? Aiden needed to be stopped.
"Whatever you did to me, you need to do to everyone else, because whoever that man was, he was on some dark business, and we are severely outmatched." Belle replied, taking a breath to re-establish herself and plan the best way to proceed. "But otherwise...I think 'capture the flag' is an easy way to get us in a competitive spirit, and obviously there are some people in our class who are willing to give themselves an edge."
Belle felt a gust of heat burst from the treeline, and behind it, the orange flickerings of Aiden's recklessly-induced bushfire roared. Whatever laid beyond that wall was lost; the fire was impassable, and the smoke beginning to drift through grew thicker and thicker with each passing second. Whether it had been Aiden's intention or not, he had brought the game to a close.
"We need to leave. Back to the camp!" Belle yelled, her voice nearly getting drowned out by the approaching blaze.
The intensity of the fire grew too quickly and, finally, it seemed like the game was over. Belle had the right idea, they needed to get back to Evander. Aiden was likely making his way over there, and if the breeze as any indication, so was Sebastian and, maybe, Brynn. She followed Belle's lead and made her way back to the camp.
As she ran, she thought about what she could do, and she had an idea. If she could get close to Aiden, perhaps she could use her abilities to help him. Was he bent on revenge? Was he angry? Or was this just something he was doing for fun. He wasn't a bad guy - and Winter wanted to remind him of such.
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