Day 4 Morning

Davis grinned as she opened the door, seeing his landlord shut his door quickly.

"Yeah. I'll meet you and than maybe we can go to your place and play there."

Knowing she was in a hurry he didn't wait for a response and started cleaning up. Today was goona be a good day.

Day 4 Morning

Cassandra rushed out and to the college. It wasn't that far and she wasn't running that late, but hurrying somehow distracted her mind from the thoughts of the past few days. She arrived to her classroom early, and sat in her usual spot. She pulled out her laptop and began booting up.
The college had computers but her Mac book was just too nice not to use. Besides, she had all her brushes and fonts and settings in her copy of photoshop. Cassandra typed in her password and opened up her latest project. The cg image that appeared before her was breath-taking, an Angel reaching out, feathers falling. She had spent more hours on this one picture than all her other projects combined. Yet, somehow, she still wasn't happy with it.
Cassandra frowned at the image and began tweaking, trying to find the one touch that would make it more... real. She muttered under her breath, "This is awful." taking no notice as the classroom began to fill.

((POOF! HUZZAH! I'm here, and hello everyone. Suppose I'll get right to it. Oh yeah, if the font size annoys anyone, tell me, I'll change it.))

Day 4 Morning
Bright light shone in, tell tale signs it was yet again, morning. Aidan had had another nightmare, one that he seemed to be having often. The girl... the dragons... everything seemed so real. In all honesty, he knew it was real, part of him did at least. May want to be careful what you drudge up, you may not like it. Aidan sighed slightly, it was that voice he had since childhood, rather, his other "half," Elddyn.

"You know, it's not like I can control it. I am in bed most of the time. You know, ASLEEP, something you seem to never do." After that brief little argument with himself, he finally cleared the sleepy haze from his eyes enough to realize what time it was. "Late again... Haha, it's amazing I haven't been dropped from pre-med or from my scholarship at this rate. Wonder how many times this makes."

He quickly got dressed in his normal t-shirt and button up which he left untucked and unbuttoned. After a brief moment of deciding what to wear, he got some jeans on. He grabbed a small breakfast, nothing more than toast and some juice and skipped the rest of his daily, morning routine, deciding it was better to head to class.

You forgot a few things. Sighing slightly, he grabbed his books and his laptop before hastily running out the door of his apartment. As much as he didn't like his other half since it made him seem crazy, he certainly didn't mind it when he forgot things. He briefly smiled as he ran thinking this, wondering if there was anyone else like him, then continued on his way to his Chemistry class.

Day 3 mid morning



David slid his laptop out and bagged it as he got dressed. He made sure his laptop was on so he could remote into it later, and slit out the door. Walking down the stairs he heard his landlord puttering around below and increased his pace.

<What are you afraid of him? Fuck with him dude! flex that muscle!>

David slowed and took this to heart. He knew exactly where the guy was stanging and focused. His eyes flashed with flame for just a second and as he walked by the man he slapped the mailbox he was leaning on. As David walked away he could hear the shouting from a distance as his landlord recovered from the shock of a mailbox igniting internally for no real reason. All that tennants mail caught fire for no reason at all. He smiled as he walked onto the quad and across into the building where Casandra's class was. He grabbed a chair outside and flipped his laptop open, dialing into his desktop at home. As he pulled up the information for his project he checked his email and typed away in anticipation of Cassandras class ending.

((has anyone been in touch with moonlit yet?)

Originally Posted by Tet Anon

((has anyone been in touch with moonlit yet?)

((Yeah, she's going to try and get on tonight to update but if she can't she'll update first thing tomorrow. She's been a bit under the weather and so hasn't been able to get online much. I actually had to call her to find out.))

((oh my. Well if you talk to her again soon tell her I hope she feels better soon :) ))

((I'm guessing you all have known each other for a while?))

Day 4 Mid-Morning

Aidan walked, rather ran into his class, letting the door slam behind him. All eyes turned on him, especially a ticked off profesor, who, as it turns out, had just burned his hand. He yelped slightly and raced towards the nearest water source. Aidan looked sheepishly around, trying to avoid the gaze of the profesor who was now intently and angrily watching him. Aidan took his seat near the front row, opening his laptop to start taking notes. Normally, one would think a person would be writing them out, but, Aidan could always type faster than he could write.

As class continued, he found his thoughts drifting back to the dream. Bloody in all aspects, horrible. He began to laugh to himself thinking he did need a therapist after all. 'We both know that isn't true' Aidan's eyes went a bit wide.

"You'd think you'd know by now not to speak when other people are around. Haven't you caused a bit of a problem like that a few years ago?" Aidan began to remember his parents, they were always obsessive. When he was a child he started talking of an imaginary friend, which only caused to worsen their behavior. In fact, this caused them to take Aidan to a therapist. Not long after, he had moved around several times, purely on the stupid suggestion by the therapist that his "imaginary friend" was caused by his surroundings. Of course, it didn't surprise anyone, least of all Aidan that his parents took it and ran with the idea given their nature.

'I admit, it was partly my fault, but, you can't pin all the blame on me. You knew how your parents were, and thus, it should have been obvious they would act that way. Besides... you also had nightmares back then, or don't you remember?'

"I suppose you're right. You still need to tell me what these things mean, I mean, who you are-- what you are. I've always been a bit curious."

'Curiousity killed the cat, and right now, you are looking more and more like one drooling.'

"What?"

He quickly snapped back to himself to catch himself half-drooling. He then realized the prof had been yelling at him, apparently asking him a question. He quickly looked at the small board up front where the prof was writing, then answered the question. Satisfied, the profesor went back to his lecture.

"Thanks"

'No problem. Perhaps, one day you'll be ready to learn such things. Right now, I'd focus on your studies, being late is one thing, failing is another.'

Originally Posted by Touya

((I'm guessing you all have known each other for a while?))

((We've been rping for a couple weeks now, but I actually know most of the players offline, as well. I drag in my friends and significant others to this sort of thing because I know I can mostly keep them moving lol ^_^

Oh and Tet, I'll be sure to let her know, but I think she'll be back on today. She said she was feeling a bit better last we talked.))

Day 3
Night

Skye had huddled up next to him, though sitting up, her side leaning against the couch. One arm was draped on the seat, her head resting on it. She was asleep, though the puffiness around her eyes said she had likely spent hours crying before sleep had finally taken her, exhaustion setting in. She knew he wasn't dead, but he had kept coughing up blood and it left her scared and afraid... too afraid to call 911, because she wouldn't know what to tell them when they asked what happened.

Her free hand though, the one that wasn't on the couch, was resting on the floor next to his arm, likely having been on his arm itself until he woke and moved, causing it to shift. Moonlight filtered in through the windows, alighting upon her fair skin and bringing out the natural highlights in her hair. She gave a shuddering sigh, as if her body was still trying to calm down from the cry she'd been having.

((OOC: I apologize for my absence. Between not feeling well and having some... familial drama going on, my time has been limited.))

Kristin just stared at him, wondering why he was calling her all those strange names. Moonbeam, moonchild... it didn't make sense, any of it. And it was slightly disconcerting having him speak to her in such a manner. She wasn't sure how, but she somehow knew that he was not the one she'd been speaking to on the bus. Not the one who, despite being worrisome with his almost stalker-like tendencies, had been the kinder and more soft spoken of the two.

She was wary as she watched and listened to him, but wasn't truly able to do much of anything, as Chase burst into the area, dragging with him an... odd looking man. Beautiful, but odd. He definitely didn't appear human, but at the same time he couldn't be anything else... even with those pointy ears and odd looking eyes...

She heard Paul speak again, her eyes flickering back to him before finally she looked at the pendant around her neck. She took it into her hands and closed her eyes, concentrating for a long moment while trying to remember what had happened.

Day 3 Night

It took Takai more than a few moments to realize Skye was asleep and even then, a few more to figure out what to do. He glanced at the clock and realized Elisabeth would be home soon and so he found his feet as quickly as he could. He was a bit unsteady at first, but once the blood returned to his head, he leaned down and picked up Skye as gently as he could so as not to wake her.
Takai kissed her forehead and carried her to his room. He hoped that, when Elisabeth came home, she would just leave him be- she usually did when his door was locked. He then sat Skye onto his bed and locked the door. He laid down next to her and hoped she would stay asleep. It was obvious she needed the sleep, and though he'd been unconscious most the day, his body was exhausted.
Takai wrapped his arms around Skye and could almost feel Malkav's sings wrapping her up as well. He closed his eyes in hopes of not opening them again until morning.
Softly, he whispered, "I'm sorry for worrying you so... goodnight Skye..."

Creol looked a bit disgusted at first as he was dragged so suddenly and sharply past that barrier with the others. He looked around then back to the man that had gripped him to pull him there. he jerked away "Do not touch me ." he said simply. He wasn't sure about these people so he was highly cautious and on edge about them. His hair seemed to float about him with each movement that caused it to sway. His skin almost seeming to glow as he stared with those silver eyes to each of them briefly. "Where am I ? Have I been kidnapped? Why am I in the presence of those not of my world..." he stated confused by it all.

Day 4 Evening

Chase kept his patience, though it was hard. He was unaccustomed to dealing with the unawakened or newly awakening and he had hoped to be able to focus all his energies on Kristin and helping Schaelynn to awaken.
He spoke calmly though to Creol, "No, you've not been kidnapped. I just saved your life by bringing you here. You're one of the Elven folk, right? Well, this isn't your world and your kind are considered to be nothing more than fantasy here. If you're spotted as your true self by humans, you risk being hunted and destroyed just for existing here as you are."
Before even waiting for a response, he directed his attention to Kristin and his brother. "Polydeuces, has she... is she ready?"

Paul shook his head and answered in a voice far too detached, "No, Schaelynn took over, but was unable to maintain the body, even in this protective place. She is trying to remember though."

Day 4 Morning

Takai woke slowly and unaware for the moment of his surroundings. He found himself in bed with Skye and gradually remembered what had happened the day before. He then found himself counting the days. Things had been so hectic the past few days that he had lost track of just when it was.
When Kai finally gave up and reached for his cellphone, he panicked. He had one class on the other campus- damn late registration limiting his options on where and when to take Abnormal Psychology. It was almost an hour drive from his apartment and so if he were t make it in time for the first class, he had to leave soon.
He was slightly relieved when he realized that Elisabeth had respected the locked door, and decided to leave the door locked when he left, so Skye would not be bothered. He jotted a quick note for her, explaining where he was going and leaving his cell number, in case she woke before he returned. The class wasn't too long and it was still early, so he expected she would sleep through, especially considering what a rough day they had had.
Kai left the note on the pillow next to her, grabbed his bag and quietly left the room, locking the door behind him. He then rushed out of the building, not stopping for breakfast, and down to his car, to get to his class.

Day 4 Mid-Morning

After class had ended, Aidan was called back for the usual round of questioning he was beginning to face often. During the entire interrogation, he couldn't help but smile a bit as he remembered the look of the prof, and someone like him burning himself. Realizing he probably looked like an ass by smiling, he headed out of the class as soon as possible. Aidan knew Profesor Ern was a good guy, but even good guys have their limits.

After class, he strolled back out onto campus. It was getting close to noon, and the smell of food was filling the air. This was one of his favorite times of the day. Not only did he enjoy the smells, but it was also that rare time of day where there were very few people outside. He walked over to a bench he could relax on for a bit and enjoy the peace. Well, he was about to try and enjoy it, until he heard two people arguing. It seemed to be a fairly heated argument between what appeared to be a couple. 'Peace disturbed again.'

"Way to point out the obvious. Of course, it's just my luck today, late, and my favorite time... ruined." He got up, slightly ticked and muttering to himself. He decided to go to the art building. He knew he could enjoy a bit of peace as it usually happened to be fairly quiet there. Also, his next course-- a graphic design course that he was forced to take for "balance," was located there. After a little while, he finally headed off to his next class, obviously looking a bit annoyed still.

Day 4 Morning

Cassandra was fortunate that two of her three classes today were in the same room and the third was only across the hall. She preferred days like this when she could work on one project, mostly uninterrupted for so long. She continued working on her laptop, the digital Angel slowly growing more detailed and more realistic.
The look on her face was still overly critical. An artist is always their worst critic though, and all her teachers knew she was one of the worst. She was never truly satisfied with a project, despite all the praise she received. She'd spend hours after being told it was perfect fixing little imperfections only she could seem to notice.
Cassandra was so engulfed in her project that she didn't even notice as the students for the graphic design class began filing in. She didn't even notice the professor beginning the lesson.

Aidan walked into his class. He noticed the professor had already started the lesson, though, had his back turned to a board. There were few seats open, and most of the people there had taken advantage of the professors turned back and started to talk. However, Aidan noticed there was someone who wasn't talking at all. In fact, she looked completely absorbed in her work. He decided to take the seat next to her.

As he was about to put his bag down and set up his own laptop, he glanced over at what she was working on. He noticed it was a beautiful looking angel. To him, he thought it already looked perfect, thus, he truly couldn't understand why she was still working on it. Of course, Aidan never bothered too much on his projects for this class so, he probably couldn't see whatever was wrong with it anyways. He took another glance at her, still concentrating, and not even noticing him still. However, as he took that glance, he began to feel two sharp burning pains on his shoulder blades. Wincing in pain, he didn't know what it was from, nor why he was having it. "Aggh, El, what is this?"

'...'

"El!? ANSWER!"

'...'

"Grr, damnit!" He started screaming inwardly, he didn't know what was going on. His other half wasn't answering, which was rare for him. He couldn't do anything about it, and running out of class wasn't much of an option at the moment. He wasn't even sure if he'd make it a few feet before collapsing in pain from it. He decided to grit his teeth, and bare the pain. He let his bookbag fall, obviously making a loud noise, which, no one who was absorbed in talking seemed to notice. To others, he probably appeared like a klutz for doing so. Wanting to seem more like it was intentional, he spoke up to the girl, rather, Cassandra, whom he was about to sit next to. "Damn bag," he winced a bit "ohh, sorry about that, that thing has been annoying me all day." He sat down, "That angel looks incredible. It looks perfect to me, how long exactly did that take you?" The cold chair was now on his back, which seemed to help with the searing pain. "Ohh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Aidan."

Day 4
Evening

When it all came flooding back to her, Kristin dropped the pendant as if it were hot, letting it fall back against her chest as her eyes opened and she looked at Paul, then at Chase and the odd man. She didn't understand what was going on... not at all. And that frightened her. Moving to sit down, she stared with wide-eyes at the ground for a moment, trying to take it all in.

Finally though, she looked back up at Paul and licked her lips slightly. "I'm dreaming... this isn't real. Can't be... its impossible..." she said softly, her eyes flickering over to Chase. She chewed her lower lip softly, shaking her head. "It's a dream... or I'm loosing it," she whispered, her already soft voice growing even softer.

Chase was on his knees, in front of Kristin, instantly, locking his sight with her. His hands rested soft, but firm upon her shoulder, comforting and sure but nonthreatening. His voice was of the same quality, but in the back of it, barely audible even, was an almost bright quality, as if the sound of his voice were light itself, a small but very strong light.
"You're not losing anything, my sweet, but rather gaining everything." he spoke, his eyes still locked on hers, "You are a magnificent woman, someone of great beauty and grace descended from the Gods. This is who you are and because of it, you are in danger."
As he spoke to her, Chase slowly began to transform into his true self: Castor. Much like his twin, though there was something about him that seemed more real somehow, almost more human. A star-touched man.
"I will protect you, if you let me. I will help you to understand what has happened and will be happening. Please... don't send me away, Moonbeam."
With that last bit, his hands left her shoulder and he bowed before her, taking her hands into his and kissing them gently.

Day 4 Morning

Cassandra didn't even look up as Aidan dropped his bag or spoke, but just nodded, acknowledging him with a hushed voice, "It's alright... I'm not sure how long, but it's not been long enough. Her wings look pasted one still and the feathers look so two dimensional..."
Cassandra then paused as something went off in her head. She looked up at Aidan and realized that whatever she was sensing was from him. Her focus was more than broken as her mindset switched over to the metaphysical. She glanced to one side and then the other before her eyes rolled back a bit and she slumped in her chair.
She coughed and managed a weak, "I feel so dizzy..." as her eyes, somewhat glazed over, locked sight with him.
"Help me out of this stuffy classroom?" she asked in that same weak voice, her whole body hanging limp as if she had been completely paralyzed.

Day 4
Evening

"I am not just one of the elven folk I am royalty and you'll do best to remember that before you place your hands upon me." he snapped to the man rather arrogantly. his hand brushing his long flowing hair behind him. His eyes drifted between each of them "Not my world.. are you mad?" he asked in an elegant tone. He listened however. The world he'd seen moments ago was far from his home so it was probaly true that this man, whomever he was, knew more about it than he himself.

Creol's silver eyes sturned towards the identical man and the woman a short distance away. Feeling somewhat disgusted about the display, but something inside him felt a strange sense of jealousy and he didn't understand it. Creol looked towards the man that had pulled him in "If i have not been abducted then where is it that I am?" he asked not remembering what happened. The last he remembered was going for his usual stroll just outside the city walls. He let out a soft breath "that's strange...." he stated quietly as he felt suddenly dizzy.

Creol stumbled slightly and he fell to toward the ground. As he fell the glow around him seemed to fade and his silver eyes darkened once again. the length of his hair shortened and as he hit the ground the color of his hair and skin returned to normal. the points of his ears the last to vanish as he laid unconcious on the ground.

David beamed in accomplishment as he completed the fifth and final bot for his game this evening. They were all difficult opponents. The Havok physics engine is so widely used now that it was easier to integrate that rather the one the game was based on. Havok allowed the bots to jump higher and move faster in smaller areas than they did, providing a disadvantage. He grinned as he closed his laptop. Tonights game would not be easy to beat... and that stupid net admin would have his hands full for sure. David stood up and stretched wide and he walked down the hall to the soda machine. He slid his card and out popped an energy drink. Good ol' caffiene. Popping the lid as he walked back to seat, David glanced into the classroom to see if anything interesting was going on. There was a sea of people, and he didn't slow down to pick up Cassandra out of the crowd.

You awake?

<Why?>

Im bored...

<So what, am i your excuse to not masturbate now?>

Hurr Hurr dick eater... Im just sayin im fuckin bored. What can I do here without causing trouble?

<Chances are if you open a field at all Cassandra will know and she'll likely not be pleased. Bearing that in mind... i'd practice bringing out your Titan wapons!>

I love how I can get real advice from you for like half a second. sounds like im watchin a movie.

<Dick>

"Ass... oops"

< HA! I MADE YOU TALK OUT LOUD TO YOURSELF!>

And on that note... imma pound my energy drink.

David knocked back his drink in a single gulp and began to search hs home server for a movie to watch.

Day 4 Morning

She barely even looked up at first. Aidan recognized that, it was the very same thing he often did when he concentrated so hard on something. Something somewhat like envy went off within him as she concentrated on it. He knew he'd probably never be able to do that on something like a computer for long. Pain stung at him again as she spoke. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?"

'...'

"Can you even hear me El?" He didn't even wait for a response. Something seemed to be almost silencing El. Was it the pain? Could he be feeling it too? Aidan briefly thought about this. He wanted to do anything rather than focus on the pain and how the chair was beginning to lose that cooling effect. As Cassandra asked to be escorted out of the room, he almost couldn't believe his ears. At first it seemed like a relief to have more of an excuse to get out. At the same time, it was insane, completely and utterly insane. He wasn't even sure if he'd make it out of the class before he himself collapsed.

He saw how dazed she was. She seemed to be likely about to collapse before him. All he could think was Crap, why me? He wasn't the type to put himself first, and, even if he didn't know if he'd make it out of the class, he had to try. Besides, it wouldn't look good if she collapsed in the classroom then he did so as well right after her. It would look almost look like they OD'ed off something. He briefly spoke up, in the same hushed kind of tone she took. "Well," wincing again he continued "I can't really tell you why, you'd probably think I was nuts, or high, but I may not make it that far. But, I'll help." He put her arm over his head and waited for her to seem ready enough to stand before he escorted her out of class.

Day 4 Morning

Cassandra nodded as she put on quite an act. It looked as though Aidan was supporting her, when in fact, she was propping him up, providing the support she was now certain he needed. She'd managed to sling her bag over her back and grabbed his as well, all without being obvious, as they left the room out the back.
The professor was used to Cassandra up and leaving during class and being awakened himself, knew the real reason why, though most the class was under the impression that she was simply of poor health. Regardless, no one paid them any attention as they slipped out the door.
Once in the hallway, Cassandra dropped the act and put as much support as she could under Aidan. She called to David, who was sitting in the hall, watching a movie on his laptop.
"David, help!" her voice instantly alive and strong, "That classroom there should be empty." She motioned towards a room across the hall and only down a little ways, still holding Aidan up as best she could.
"We need to get him out of sight and quickly!"