[color=ec008c][b][h3]Lynnwell Tourmaline[/h3][/b][/color]

[color=ec008c][i]'A blight afore mine eyne. Two weake wights. Nay matter, I shalt find the ones which bear thine legacy.'[/i][/color] The sly feline woman thought to herself whilst the teacher came closer.


[color=7bcdc8][b]"A new student? Well didn't you pick the right day to join up with the school! Come over this way and I'll help you fill out the forms. It will be O-K-A-Y."[/b][/color] The math teacher explained in a jovial manner before restraining himself and motioning with both his hands in a reassuring manner that Lynnwell indeed were in good company.

The pinkhaired young woman rolled her eyes, unbeknownst to the other three. But then offered a formal bow towards the math teacher.

[color=ec008c][b]"Please do so."[/b][/color] She worded in a soft, smooth manner. Like verbal honey. As the math teacher motioned for her to walk into the building towards one of the offices.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"Saint Laurels has been the place of many great heroes through the ages, ever since it's founder, Saint Laurel himself. You saw the statue out there? It depicts him in his young years. He was truly an amazing person, a person which we all can only see as a shining example of how we should be. He brought an end to the great war and solved many issues of our world, much like we today try to keep up his legacy by doing what good we can."[/b][/color] The math teacher explained as he unlocked a door leading to an office.

The slightly shorter young woman stepped inside right after him. Not uttering a word. The math teacher began to lean with his lower back against the desk in the room, while crossing his arms. Allowing the young woman to take in the decorations of the room.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"How do you like the decor? I had these arranged myself with some help from the history teacher. We are all here at the same rank, aside from the headmaster. So we can all apply new students or dismiss troublemakers."[/b][/color] The math teacher said in a more calm voice than before.

It was with doubt that Lynnwell observed the various decoration in the room. Modern things most of it. Aside from one small portrait of a young man. Without barely making any sound, the feline woman made her way over to it and seemed to be almost as if enthralled by it. She reached out to touch it with her clawed hand. [color=7bcdc8][b]"Ahh, some male student from ages ago. It has no signature so not sure who it is supposed to be. But please don't touch it."[/b][/color] The teacher said in a pleading tone, as he turned around to take out the proper forms needed for students to go through.

The young woman didn't heed the teacher's words and allowed her fingers to softly caress the drawing, allowing each of her fingers carefully slide over the facial form of the young man. Her other hand however reached for the broché she had attached to her shirt. She felt over it with her fingers, the broché which had the silhuette of Saint Laurel himself carved into it. It was him. She knew his face. That was Laurel the saint- no. It was Laurel the warrior. Her kindred spirit. Not only were he, one in a million days and nights, he was one in a million lifetimes. There had never been anyone like Laurel before, and none after who could compare to him.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"Hey! No touching! I was pretty clear with- Are you listening?!"[/b][/color] The math teacher spoke up in a raised voice, abit annoyed that his decoration was being defiled as far as he saw it.

Lynnwell turned her head and face towards the teacher, before her head slowly raised up to give him a stare with her yellow eyes. It was a look that could kill. Then she proceeded to feel at the drawing. Was it fear that drew him to use his powers? Was it his pedantic care of his office? Who'd knew. The math teacher held out his right hand as five chains seemingly came out of portals all around Lynnwell, latching unto her arms, legs and neck.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"That's enough! Did you not hear me? This is not how you show respect to the teachers here, neither to our founder St Laurel."[/b][/color] The teacher quickly blurted out, he had been abit unnerved and panicked. To use powers on a new applicant was not something that was good, but there was something very off with the girl that he couldn't explain. It was almost as if she was some kind of demon? Impossible.

[color=ec008c][b]"Tis thee who art lacking in respect. To thine elder, to thine founder, to thine position, to thine... life."[/b][/color] The voice of the young woman was chillingly calm, as the chains seemed to wrap around her. There was a cracking sound, and then the chains seemed to shatter into pieces, their magic holding them together crumbling.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"What?! What's going on? How could you- What are you? Who are you?!"[/b][/color] The math teacher fell back against the desk again, stunned that this student had seemingly effortlessly broken out of his power.

There were no verbal answer to begin, as the girl lunged right for him, her both feet seemed almost to cling to the teacher's arms as he flung them up to protect himself. He landed with his back on top of the desk, the young woman's feet pinning his arms on it and soon enough he felt his face being grabbed with two clawed hands. One hand over his mouth, the other sliding his hair out of his face so he could clearly see his assailant as he opened his eyes in horror. What were she going to do to him?

[color=ec008c][b]"Qwell thine cries, meager pawn. I shall have none o' it. Thou hast uttered vile lies, the one enstatuated outdoors be not Laurel. The one upon said painting thee have here however is. I shalt be taking it."[/b][/color] Lynnwell worded in a calm manner, but her voice was ridden with some withheld anger. Almost as if she was holding back the urge to murder him on the spot.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"Mghhmhmmm!"[/b][/color] The teacher replied through the hand held before his mouth.

[color=ec008c][b]"I ought to shred thee into pieces... for thine grave error."[/b][/color] Her intense catlike gaze meeting the terrified eyes of the teacher. Suddenly the teacher could feel something warm along his legs. Had she gutted him? Oh no. He had just been that scared.

[color=ec008c][b]"Do thee dread thine end, child? Thou art to pay more heed to tales o' old, weake wight. Fret not, I shalt not slay thee. Not now. Thine apostles art lacking, correct it. Lest thee shalt disappear... do thee understand?"[/b][/color] Lynnwell allowed one of her clawed hands slide across the teacher's face, not in a loving manner, but how a cat would toy with a mouse. Her claws sliding over his cheek, he could feel just how sharp they were. Like knives.

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