Mishka heard the teacher say something but decided to ignore him as she looked at the little guy squirming in her grip. If she had paid close attention to what was said though she might have had a warning of the incoming attack.
Mishka's look in her eyes changed back again as she was suprised by suddenly being lifted up in the air. This was not how she planned things out to go. Did this little guy she held in her hand possess the power of flight? Was this little guy lifting
her up with him? That's ludicrous, he seems so frail and weak. How could he possibly be able to-
Suddenly she felt a strong wind pulling at her fingers. The wind seemed to be directed to help free the little red head. It was not a really strong pull, but it was much stronger then the strength Mishka was exercising now. Mishka didnt know how long this wind would last or if it would decrease in strenght. If she were to try and fight it then she might risk overdoing it and accidentily snap the boy's neck... That wouldnt be good would it? Eventhough he did insult her country, intentional or not.
Mishka decided that the risk was too high. She also thought it was really risky of the person who used this ability. Seriously, imagine if she fought it. She might have broken the poor kid's neck in the process.
So she let the boy go.
Apparently he didnt have flight powers because she was still floating. And he... Almost fell face first onto the floor. Almost.
Then the teacher spoke again. The real culprit if you'd ask Mishka. If he hadnt interfered then the little guy would have probably offered his appologies and Mishka would have let him go and they would have both been on time to their respective classes. But no... She was "fighting", eventhough she wasnt even threatening the guy, let alone actually fight him. Picking him up was less effort for her then to kneel to talk with him on an equal height so picking him up was the logical choice to make! She wouldnt be suprised if the teacher was responsible for that wind and this levitation aswell.
He told the red headed boy where he had to go for his class... And then the bell rang. The boy quickly offered an appology aswell as a compliment... She thought. Was that meant as a compliment? Eh, she was gonna take it as a compliment.
Anyway, as he ran off to his imminent doom Mishka was released from the levitation.
She glared at the teacher and would have taught him up close and personal what a
real fight looks like... But then some more students joined in and were asking what was going on.
Mishka reigned in her anger and took a deep breath before responding to them both.
"Nothing. Nothing happened and nothing is happening." She glared at both of the other students. She spotted the girl in a uniform which was clearly inspired by the Third Reich. Mishka narrowed her eyes as she looked at her.
"Especially not something concerning the likes of fascists." she said in a disgusted tone. ((I know, Nazis are not fascists, Russians kinda use the two interchangebly so that's why it's in here.))
She quickly diverted her attention to the teacher as she towered over him.
"Is there anything I can help you with sir?" she said in an obviously annoyed tone.
"Or can I proceed to class now?"
Tabitha's words did not really calm Anouk down. She didnt know what to do. There had been stories about this Miss Hillard being a demonic entity who had breached the containment of the immaterium and was now here to endulge itself in the darkest of pleasures... Which included torturing, butchering, devouering and... a shudder went down Anouk's spine. She didnt really want to think about the last thing... There is enough hentai in the world to provide for that image.
Tabitha came up with a plan which was, objectively speaking, suicidal. But to be honest, it was probably like, the only viable plan they had... And Anouk wouldnt mind being part of the pair who outsmarted the abyssal horror...
Wait... Didnt she just think about this Miss Hillard eating? That's it!
"I've got an idea..." she said softly.
Anouk ran up to Tabitha, grabbed her by her shoulders and yelled probably a bit too loudly;
"I've-got-an-idea!" Her eyes were sparking, quite litterally, of enthuasiasm and optimism.
"It's-so-simple!" she said excisted, almost too fast too understand.
"This-idea-is-so-stupid-that-it-must-work-out-well!" she stopped only because she ran out of breath and after inhaling for a moment she continued on.
"We need the demon thing not to eat us, dont we?" A grin formed on her face.
"So it's really simple: We give her an offering which she will eat instead of us! All we have to do is sneak into the kitchens, liberate some raw meat and give it to her! It's perfect! All we have to do is turn the lights off and then you can sneak in and grab it..."The mischievous grin widened.
"And I know exactly how to get those lights off..." She raised her hand and formed the sign of the horns with it.
"I'll just have to use the power of AC/DC." as she said that sparks of lightning flew from her index finger to her pinky and back again.
"I'll guarantee ya,"(dramatic pause)
"They'll be Thunderstruck!"
Anastasia was left confused, again, as usual.
First the small blonde girl continued crying against her shoulder for god knows how long. Not that Anastasia minded though, it was kind of comforting
to feed on the tears of others to hug someone for once and not get yelled at.
Then the girl suddenly got up, walked to where Anastasia had stashed her hairdryer, which she didnt use alot anyway, and ran off with it. The cheeky little bugger... She didnt even introduce herself. Ooh well, Anastasia wasnt that mad and was sure that she'd see the girl again soon.
Anyway, Ziska started talking again. Anastasia didnt know what she was gonna say but she expected to be scolded at. Sooo... She kinda phased Ziska out as she was prepping herself for her first class. When Ziska left the room Anastasia changed from her sleeping attire into some proper clothes. A blazer, shirt, trousers and some shoes with small heels on them. Yeah, that was alright.
She finished packing her bag and headed out towards her class.
... ((Sorry for this really late post but had to prioritize Mishka and Anouk considering peeps were waiting on them))
And she arived just in time before the bell rung.
She saw someone, probably the teacher, laying face first on the ground. Anastasia quickly scanned the room to find some free spots. She quickly found one somewhere in the middle of the classroom.
Once she sat down she finally began to notice something. A smell... A familiar smell. She was sure she smelled that yesterday aswell. It wasnt human, she was sure of that. But she couldnt really figure out the source of it. Her powers were starting to get weaker by the minute as the day was coming out of the night. It had to be somewhere infront of the class though...
Then the bell rang and the teacher started introducing herself as Meredith Hillard. Anastasia didnt really know what to think of her. Sure, she looked kind and wasnt what you would consider an eyesore... But something was gnawing at Anastasia... And it wasnt just her suspision. Only now did she realise that she hadnt eaten anything yet and, well, staying up all night without replenishing the energy somehow was not doing her any favours.
Eugh, just ignore it Anastasia. After class you can probably get a quick bite in the cafeteria... And not one like yesterday!She looked nervously around for a moment when suddenly...
Graham fell in, quite litterally.
This Miss Hillard was a cunning one. At first glance it would appear as if she was concerned for Graham's wellbeing. But that tone in her voice... Anastasia knew it too well. She had used it herself quite alot after all. It was threatening... It was disgusting... It was perfect. No, not perfect! Dammit brain!
A guy more infront of her asked a question to Miss Hillard about more information of the school. A valid question indeed. Anastasia would like to know some more about the rules and everything like that aswel.
But she also had another burning question which she would ask... Once the need for it rises.
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