[u]Vespera Spindel[/u]

As the spectre turned to get a look at her, Vespera tried to do likewise to no avail. The strangers face was also concealed in their cowl. She had never heard anyone speak like it before, but she wasn’t satisfied with it’s response. [i]In all likelihood I could have told you that.[/i] There were only a handful of people at the academy she had a smidge of respect for, and she whoever this was wasn’t one of them. “Sure you are… except one thing. I’ve smelt you before.” The first time she remembered doing so was a few years into her stay. At the time she was too nervous to investigate further. It’d come up up every now and again, but she generally didn’t try to track it’s source. She assumed that however it was would eventually slip up and unveil the mystery, but it never happened. Until now that is. 

“I’ll find out one way or another, there’s only so many people you could be.” By a process of elimination her suspect would have to a long attending student that still hadn't displayed their power. The figures height was inconvenient though. No doubt a transformational power, which gave her no physical insight as to who was under the mask. Vespera moved on to the next thing she wanted to know. “Are you at least able to tell me what brings you up here? It’s always just been me and my lonesome.” She had enough of the rain, so she created a makeshift umbrella for herself. As soon as she’d done so the stranger moved so fast Vespera was unable to sense where she had gone. There was always it’s scent trail, but in the rain it was going to be washed away too quickly to be of use in tracking it.

Vespera clamped her jaw in frustration. Next time they met there would be a reckoning. She'd wrap her quarry up and unmask it by force if need be.

[u]Poppy Flanagan[/u]

Kristen and her walk on the beach was cut short by the weather. Still it didn’t get the older girl down, and the same went for Poppy. So long as they were together. It was too early to retire quite yet, so she settled on the lounge. As soon as she got out of range of her pheromones she wasn’t so sure anymore. Still the rain was enough motivation to get under the overhang. There she sat outside, her hand shakily resting on the nob. As the emotions from earlier came rolling back it only got worse. It was cold outside and she wanted to go in, but she was afraid of what might happen. On the same token the last thing she wanted was somebody to see her glued to the door handle. The result was that she froze and started getting worked up. Only when the first tear rolled down her face did she stop to get a grip. Wiping it from her cheek she forced herself through the entry with her eyes half shut. She zeroed in the the nearest sofa and pulled herself onto it’s soft leather folds. Only then did she take a nervous once over of the room and it’s inhabitants before locking her gaze on the floor before her.