Mid-Day 15 (a little while after his previous post)

[birdwingsandthings]

Help. There is someone scary in the hall near the rooms and I think its after me.

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[masterofthewhip]

If not you, then what could do this to him? I hardly feel Dracula's presence in the area. You two are the only beings of darkness in the dormitories.

[He gestures in Terra's general direction, but not directly at him. That'd be rude.]

[wheretheresawill]

...I think I did it.

[Terra stays firmly between the two of them.]

I tried to cast a spell, and it went wrong, and - Hope wasn't even here!

[drammaturga]

He found me afterward. I... I have a power, where I can sort of... It's like peeking at what's written about events that actually happen. I can Read this world's Script at times. So I tried that and... Couldn't get anything. That's all.

[ She really doesn't want to end up hurt because of a misunderstanding. ]

[masterofthewhip]

... Hmph.

[He lifts the whip with his other hand and... coils it to hang it once more at his belt.]

I believe I owe you an apology, Hope. Too often have I seen innocents taken and corrupted by vampires in my homeland, I simply assumed it would be the same here. It seems I was wrong. What manner of spell could do this, though?

[wheretheresawill]

[Terra visibly relaxes.]

I don't know - It was supposed to be a spell that removes poison, ailments, things like that. Nothing that could do this.

[drammaturga]

[ She'll exhale and step out from behind Terra now. Richter seems to have calmed down, and doesn't seem to be a threat anymore. ]

[masterofthewhip]

You look like one of the men guarding the library's treasures.

[Richter frowns, taking in the sight.]

You have control of yourself, though. That's good. Come here.

[wheretheresawill]

The Lord's minions? I do?

[That's...not something Terra wants to hear.

He approaches Richter somewhat nervously.]

[masterofthewhip]

Yes. Your eyes...

[As Terra approaches, Richter draws a knife.]

This may sting, but I've heard rumors and need to check something. May I have your hand?

[If Terra gives him his hand, then, as gently as possible when you're trying to cut someone, Richter will prick the pad of his thumb and squeeze it.]

[wheretheresawill]

Sure, you-

[As Terra puts his hand in Richter's, something inside him twists --

And he knows no more.



All that remains after the explosion is a small red dragonling, squalling piteously in the mess.]

[masterofthewhip]

[Similarly, Richter feels a tug at his chest, and lasts only long enough for it to turn to pain before all sensation ends.

All that remains is the gore of a two-man explosion and a mess of sparkles, both dark and light, which fade quickly. And of course Terra's dragon.]

[drammaturga]

[ --Hope isn't even sure what just happened. One moment, everything was fine. The next, there's a few gooey, fleshy bits on her and the other two aren't there. She, without thinking, had pulled up a bit of Script, but she can't parse it at the moment.

After a moment, when the event registers, Hope screams. ]

[sky_thistle]

[That sure is someone screaming nearby what.

Lind is on the move before she realises she recognises the voice, pupils changing as her AT activate, meaning she's at the door near-immediately after the scream. Pulling it open, she nearly recoils, the Braincharger taking notice of everything. This is...rather gross. But she's made of tougher stuff, looking around for the reason for the scream]

Hope? [No AT, not in this mess, locking the wheels and walking over to the girl and crouching in front of her, checking quickly for any injuries] Are you hurt?

[Hurt first, what happened later. Prioritise in the event it becomes overwhelming for the girl]

[drammaturga]

Th-They... They just... They just touched...

[ She sure is traumatized. She's shaking. But she's not hurt. Any fleshy bits on her are from someone else, at least. ]