[u][color=aba000][h1]Leval Lamrue[/h1][/color][/u]
[@The One][@PharaohAtem][@AbandonedIntel]

[color=92278f]"...okay?"[/color] Leval was only out for a few moments before someone seemed to wake him up. His eyes opened slowly and his breath was quite ragged. Dazed and confused, Leval did not answer the blurry form in front of him at once. He glanced around, not particularly certain where he was in this exact moment or who seemed to massaging him back into consciousness. He saw a blurry blue ball approach a pink haired girl and then vanish. The girl said something or other to him, but it was half-heard like he was drifting through a dream. A beaver toy seemed to leap up and aggressively snuggle a different person. [color=aba000][[i]'This is an odd dream, not as many mangoes as usual.'[/i]/color] Glancing the other way, there was something going on with a demonic being, but then it disappeared back into the dream landscape. Looking back at the female form in front of him, he squinted to try and make out more details. An African-american woman was looking at his forehead torn about something. He reached out with one his hand and patted her arm.

[color=aba000]"It's gonna be okay, you will figure it out."[/color] He smiled at the increasingly blurry woman. [color=aba000]"Also where are the usual mangoes?"[/color]

Derailing his dazed comforting/ mango interrogation, a white horse ran up to him and put a hoof on him, saying something. Instantly, Leval shuddered as he felt the wound on his forehead close and heard a loud cracking sound as something in his back set itself back into place. His mind snapped back into focus realizing he was being held by a lovely, older woman and also a he had a Pegasus hoof on his chest. He glanced from the woman, to the Pegasus, to the woman again while his mind ran over recent events remembering details with somewhat more accuracy. 

[color=aba000]"Umm. Thank you for the help. I can bake you something tasty later? Do either of you know how I ended up here?"[/color] Blushing slightly from embarrassment, Leval stood up, limbs moving better than he would have expected. He leaned forward and picked up his dropped staff, as he did one of the memories from his time dazed suddenly became far clearer. 

[color=aba000]"God damn you Soul! What did I say about possession?"[/color] He looked around for the spirit, jaw clenched and knuckles tight on his staff. Rather than seeing the spirit, he saw Sekhemi's battered and badly bleeding form. He looked awful and threatened them all, but Leval couldn't blame the man too harshly given what had just happened to him. Sometimes words were just words, no matter how vile they were. A heavy guilt fell upon his shoulders as he realized that he may have been the cause of this mans misfortune. He had only meant to knock him down a peg, not to make him a target for the rest of the monstrously inclined student body. Another girl, white haired, and a demonic being stood over him and slapped his unconscious form so hard he landed on his back and vomit came from... somewhere. And then the girl laughed.

[color=aba000]"Get away from him!"[/color] Leval sprinted forward, body newly reinvigorated. He slid to halt before Sekhemi's unconscious body. He pulled off long strips of fabric from his cloak, using one to wipe off the vomit from his face. He used the others to tie off some of some of the bleeding wounds Sekhemi had incurred in his attack. 

[color=aba000]"Don't you die before the semester ends you ass!"[/color] Remembering that healing magic outside his currently smashed butterflies had just performed on him he called over the Pegasus to come assist. He placed his hand close to Sekhemi's nose and cast the illusory scent of smelling salts to wake Sekhemi up.

Yelling at the rest of onlookers, he pointed down at the body. [color=aba000]"What the hell did he do deserve to be nearly beaten to death?"[/color]