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That debacle of a tournament managed to essentially shut the entire city down, but not for as long as you would think. Even in the face of tragedy life goes on. Shops had to open, jobs had to be attended to, and children had to return to school. So it was for the students of St. Lucifers, a group of kids that had managed to avoid any direct danger by virtue of never botereting to attend the tournaments of Rhea. That didn't mean, however, that they weren't feeling the aftershocks.

One in particular was feeling those aftershocks exploding into little ringlets of pain all over his back. He collapsed with a cry, his books spilling all over the ground. Behind him stood the automaton, face cold, gunbarrels smoking even as they wound down. He looked back as he started picking himself up.

"Tuck in shirt." was all Bak said as she tromed on down the hallway past him to her own class. The boy stared after her hatefully, then grudgingly took the time to tuck his shirt into his pants before starting to gather his things. A few other boys on their way to class, who had hastily pressed themselves up against the wall when Bak had rounded the corner and who's uniforms were all immaculately tucked, looked at their fallen comrade like he was the world's biggest idiot.

It had only taken a short while for word to get around the school that Bak was in a very shoot first and never ask questions again kind of mood. Despite how common it was for a student to catch a missile for blatantly braking a school rule, usually Bak wasn't that perceptive. You could get away with little things if you hid the evidence of shaped up fast enough. If you were a student in good standing sometimes she would even give you the courtesy of a warning shot and a stern talking too.

This was different. She was [i]mad[/i]. The last time the student body had seen Bak this mad was when somebody had stolen Christine's underwear. She'd been like a bloodhound for a weak, finally cornering some poor bastard out on the athletic field before unloading on the supposed suspect for fifteen minutes while screaming about how Christine wouldn't be able to wear white at her wedding. This anger, though, was more directionless and it made her substantially sharper. If you were caught in the middle of even a minor infraction, [i]BANG, BANG, BOOM,[/i] and the gods help anyone near you at the time.

Of course, in her mind, she had every right to be mad. Around half the council was just gone! Vittorio, that fool, was only a taste of things to come. Christine hadn't shown back up to class since Thobias took her. Luigi was off doing...something, she wasn't sure what. Giliam had shown up, once, to tell her to contact a morgue whenever Clara returned.

Clara! Bak hadn't been stupid, Clara was just gone without a trace. And after she promised to make amments, too! To add on to this the stinking St. Laural's had attacked them, twice, and fled before Bak was able to get there. That meant that she had to assume that the secret location of St Mephisto's School for the Wickedly Inclined was in fact now widely known to their enemies. To top this all off, they had the incident this morning. Some usurper looking to take advantage of their weakness beat up...well...he never technically did anything as a member but he was a member of St. Mephistos and he got obliterated. She didn't know who it was, with Clara gone she had no access to any spy bats to see. She'd tried pressing the regular students but none of them seemed at all willing to spill the beans, which could only mean that they were more afraid of the newcomer than they were of her. Always a bad sign. 

She listened as the last dongs of the bell rang out as she spotted a group loitering in the hallway, turned toward them, and let off a few shots. They went wide as the students scattered into different classrooms. She clicked her teeth. Her aim was still wonky. Nevertheless, she turned to the door she'd been seeking and pulled it open to stomp into the Mephistos meeting room.

She flicked on the lights and stared sadly around the place before walking to the phone that sad near the head of the long table. She pulled a list of phone numbers she'd gotten from the school registry out of her pocket and started going down the list. Clara wasn't here. None of the senior members seemed to be willing to take responsibility. If she didn't want Mephistos destroyed she'd have to take things into her own hands. She didn't even know if it was in her authority to do this, but if it wasn't she could just apologize later.

"Hello?" She said awkwardly into the line as the first call connected. She still wasn't exactly used to this, she'd never needed to call someone of the phone before. "This is Bak. I am calling urgent student council meeting."

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True to her word, Katherine managed to meal quickly. It took her only three days to manage to start walking unassisted. A few more than that to shake off the sluggishness of her wounds, but after that you would never know that she'd even been stabbed in the heart. Unless you looked at her chest.

The puncture had left a nasty, ragged scar right there under her breasts. The would had been big, and the demonic power that had been used to heal it hadn't exactly been compatible with human physiology. Little canyons of scar spread out in all directions from the center, and it had an annoying habit of glowing white hot whenever she used her powers. When it did it almost looked like the sun was right there, sitting in her chest.

She stood in front of Thobias big bathroom mirror and circled it with her finger before sighing loudly. "As if I didn't have enough modesty problems." She didn't want people seeing this thing.

[i]"I happen to think it looks fetching."[/i]

"You would." She whispered before slipping her shirt on. "It's not going away, is it?"

[i]"No, I'm afraid not."[/i]

Katherine moseyed on over to the door and shoved it open. So far as she was concerned today was checkout day as Casa de Thobias. Not that she didn't appreciate the food, giant tv, restful atmosphere, and occasion dip in the Jacuzzi to sooth her aching muscles, but being stuck in the same place for days on end got to her. "Christine, you ready? I'm gonna steal one last drink from him and them we can ead home, alright?"