[center][h1]Celestine Lightbringer[/h1] [@Dezuel] [/center] Celestine dozed in the chair significantly. After dressing his wounds and changing into his pyjamas, the combination of narcotics and tiredness had finally defeated the young man, who was slumping in the kitchen's table. It was the scream who woke him up, however, and he knew fully what had transcended. He sighed, and did his best to sober up as Vittorio worked his way towards where he was. Goodness, he was walking on his own. On, one hand that meant that his recovery was at hand. On the other, Celestine wanted to put down the stubborn fool back to rest once more. Well, he doubted he could convince him easily. His face was all scrunched up and he was demanding things instead of saluting. Not a good start. "William? He probably is resting in his mother's bosom as we speak. That woman is quite the helicopter, you see. She was all the time meddling behind her son's scuffle gushing on how proud she was of the perp." Celestine straightened up, shuffling in his pink pyjamas with blue chicken decorations. He tilted his gaze to match Vittorio. "You're up and walking, is this the power of anger? Anyway it is good. It'll make you recover soon." He paused. "See this? This is what I got out of the scuffle. Galbrek was leading you into a folly, and wanted to make use of that power for his own ends. So that's why I had to step in. Anger might be powerful, but clouds judgement." Celestine sighed, tired. "Nevertheless... I will not stop you from doing what you think it needs to be done." He raised from his chair. "As self-conceited as that discount Satan is, one thing he said is true. Resurrecting people is hardly a walk in the park. I know, because i've brought people back to live from the brink. It is a scarring experience. Even if the resurrection was successful, i can't even begin to imagine the impact that kind of thing will have on a mind... and that's if she is brought back fully." He then approached a laptop, and began typing. "This so called William, we both know his type, Vittorio. He thinks everything is sunshine and rainbows. He wants to be special. He wants to be loved by anyone. And he unwittingly will lead to create more Vittorios and Celestines. Just because he is too blind in his justice that he won't see the true nature of people, or the true nature of consequences." Celestine worked deftly through the computer, typing command line after command line. A single login appeared on the screen of the computer. [code] >St Laurel Student Records. [/code] "Well. Breaking into a school's records is sadly an easy task... It's not like they have a bank or a company. I've also bounced the signal all over. But here's the direction of William Ascott's [i]home[/i]." Celestine added, yawning. "What you do with this information... is up to you, Vittorio. Just... be sensible about it. But if you want a tip... wait until he's at his most vulnerable, you will get more leverage that way." He added, his hand then extending towards Vittorio's chin, caressing it ever so slightly. "Other than that... I will only say. Do as thou will." [i]Ahh, free choice, or the illusion of it. Isn't it great, William Ascott?[/i] [hr] [center][h1][color=f6989d]Meredith[/color][/h1] [@Ebil Bunny] [@Crowvette] [@KillamriX88] [/center] Meredith stood still for a few moments, as the situation seemingly seemed to resolve itself. Indeed, a lot of people were tired and decided to grab the first bed they could. She could relate. Still, Meredith wasn't dizzy enough to not pick up Vera's kiss to Wolf, as well manhandling her own little sister to get a bed. She knew why she was doing it. She felt she had to defend against mother's provocations and shenanigans... yet inside herself, she couldn't find agreeing with her attitude. Something writhed inside, painfully and sad. Wolf was spent as well, and she didn't even dedicate a good night to her. [color=f6989d]"Goodnight then..."[/color] She added, as she trudged towards her own room, feet like lead. She wasted little time in getting out of the stupid suit, and slipping inside her bed, not bothering to put her pyjamas back on. She noticed her baby brother slept by the end of the bed, so she gently squeezed inside. Her eyes felt watery for some reason, as she squeezed the fox plushie against her. She didn't remember she had a fox plush, but then again she was too tired to fully recognize it. It was big, for one reason. Probably the size of a young man. She let a small sob, before finally sinking into sleep. Her dreams were fairly restless. She found herself alone in a void space. And in front of her there was a demon. Who was not a demon. It was like her... but slimmer. More enticing. More arrogant. Just like what she would have been if she had followed her mother's counselling, maybe? [color=9e0b0f]"Heh, you're so pathetic. The goody two shoes. And that's why you will lose the boy."[/color] She said in a sultry voice. [color=9e0b0f]"You crave for him... I know. Because I am you. And you should know better."[/color]. The Not-Meredith spoke, as she manifested a cowered and terrified version of Vera, before her claws slashed her throat in a rain of blood. [color=9e0b0f]"Yes, you crave for this, don't you? You want that Wolfie boy for yourself... He's the only one who understands you, really. So why not make use of what you have, and stop pretending what you are not, Meredith?"[/color] The voice laughed. [color=f6989d]"Go. Away."[/color] Meredith blanched upon the sight, as she clenched her fists. She had to take control of this dream, and that much she did. The dark void cleared in a light scenery with birds, a prairy field with a picnic. Full of stuff to eat. And cute animals. And Meredith tried to rest inside that soothing dream. [color=9e0b0f]"Hah, well played. But for long will you last, until that armor cracks? Do you think...people...will...still...like...you?"[/color]. The voice faded, not without a further insult.