Megumi, too, nodded. insolent... She'd remember that one. The girl kept on listening, her facial expressions changing over time as Seraphin spoke, a proud feeling bubbling. She stood straight, her hair wooshing on the wind rather dramatically. If it wasnt so long it might would just hold still if only for a little bit. But it is long, so it does. She held her hair with one hand, her other arm being intertwined nicely.
''When you say it like that it makes me think I'm some genius, stop feeding my ego! It has yet to happen that my ego is so fed up for consequences to show up. It's too dangerouuus~'' Megumi laughed, a proud smile a second after that.
''Let's go before you find out the meaning of life because of me... That would be worrysome.'' the girl smiled in all honesty, tugging on his arm to go, she felt herself blush because of his compliments... If seraphin would go on megumi will be as red as a tomato as soon as she gets there!

In a way Abigail welcomed the attack. She couldn't help but soccumb to the delicious smell of blood vibrating off Fiore.She let the dagger hit her. She wasn't sure where as her attention was diverted.That juggular vein in Fiore's neck looked so delicious. Wherever the dagger had hit it dug quite deep as a splash of thick black oozing and bubbling blood spilled out from Abigail's collar and over the two girls. She wrapped her arms around Fiore bringing the girl back to the ground with her. she smiled wrapping her arms around Fiore's upper half of her body, she leaned in with her mouth, the smell was amazing, "No screaming..", she whispered to her placing her closed face so close to Fiore's neck,leaning in she attempted to take a nice bite into the girls neck. If she hit Fiore would feel a sharp quick pain at first then a cold feeling take over her body that would leave her numb. But Fiore was unpredictable, Abigail could hit or miss.

Fiore charged at Abigail and was shocked that she allowed the weapon to pierce her flesh. The young girl didn't even attempt to block her. Fiore was in such a shock she didn't realize she was already on her back and Abigail in predator mode on top of her. Fiore tried to move her body but she was trapped. If she even thought about using her bodies she would die. SHe began to shake from fear. Her emotions came back ten fold. The fear, anxiousness, and the anger of being so weak. She could only cower as Abigail told her not to scream and her gleaming canines would sink into her neck.

Peyton looked out the window the girl was gazing through, and glanced over the school grounds. Fiore and Abigail were still in the Arena. At the moment it looked like Fiore had a one up, but he'd know more when he got back down there. Other various students sat in the stands, watching the battle. All, except for Megumi and Seraphin. He watched curiously as Megumi kissed Seraphin's cheek, and his eyebrow raised. Did she just make the first move? His cheeks flushed, embarrassed at having witnessed their intimacy. Though, another feeling reared up in his brain like a stallion, kicking at his brain. He'd have to give them 'the talk'. Usually, he preferred another Elite to do it, because he himself was not very eager with the matter, but it seemed he was the only one here to do so. It was odd, though, that the female had moved first. Usually, Peyton needed to give the boys 'the talk', but now he'd have to give it to not only a boy, but a girl as well. Sure, that will go over easy...

"I am sure you would like to meet your fellow classmates? They are very nice people. I think you'll like them. If you feel uncomfortable though, just stay close to me. I promise that I will allow nothing to happen to you," he smiled at the young girl, ushering her back through the Elite portal door.

When they exited, Peyton noted that Megumi and Seraphin had beat him to the arena. Thank the heavens they weren't-he cleared his throat, shaking the thought from his head. As he walked with the young girl, he craned his neck to look inside the arena, but couldn't see around the entrance yet. The closer he came to the arena, the more his mark rippled underneath the skin. Curiously, he looked around. Perhaps she was here? Though when he looked into the arena, he knew what the mark was forewarning. Abigail knelt over Fiore, poised to feast. Releasing the girl's hand, Peyton ran into the arena, past the students, and onto the battlefield. His legs carried him quickly, the wind slithering through his hair.

His arm wrapped around Abigail, yanking her off of Fiore, and up with him, her feet dangling off of the ground. Pivoting on his feet away from Fiore, Peyton let her go, and pushed her away, his stance firm as he stared at her, his eyes fierce. She knew not to cross that line, yet why did she insist on trying? And with the same girl every time?

His sub-consious noted that even though he had found the danger, his mark was still calling for his attention.

Darcy watched with fury as Abby was about to bite Fiore, she had run up, only to be beaten by Peyton. She rushed to Fiore, kneeling down by her side, whispering soft, reassuring words. She brushed the girl's hair from her face, and wiped away the blood. "Can you sit up, dear? If you can, I can nurse those little cuts. Thankfully they're mainly scrapes." She looked up at Peyton, only to find him towering over her yet again. "Peyton?" She asked softly, almost like a child asking for permisson to speak. She turned back to Fiore with a soft smile. "I'll be right back, I promise." She said and got up, moved around Peyton and over to Abby, her eyes seemed like bottomless holes. Despite her petite size, she seemed to swell with anger. "You!" She whispered angrily, not wanting to distress Fiore. "You! You promised! You need to deal with this, otherwise, we need to rethink a few things. Have you no idea what could happen? Have you no idea, what this means to me?" Disappointment was in her voice. Pure disappointment. She only just managed to keep her cool. The recent trip down memory lane had brought up unwanted memories.

Seraphin laughed again. "I'm having troubles believing that. But, alright. I shall stop." He sighed, happily, but his expression changing to horror as he saw and he stood, urging the wind to carry Abby away. It didn't quite work, he was interrupted by Peyton, but wasn't at all disappointed. It could have gone horribly wrong without practise. He turned back to Megumi. "I think we should train after this is cleared up, I worry that it may take a while. But... no, we mustn't interfere. Too many people are there already. And I don't know Fiore or Abby that well." He said softly, and tried to turn his mind away from the almost attack. It was difficult.

Embeth followed Peyton to the Arena. Once she had stepped into the Arena, Peyton rushed towards the center. A green-haired woman had rushed towards a snow-haired lady with a knife. Embeth was perplexed by these events. What are they doing? Don't they know that knives are sharp? She thought. Knives are dangerous! She remembered cutting her fingers preparing food for herself after her babysitter had been fired. She had watched the Food Network channel for a year before attempting to use them. She glanced down, still seeing some of the scars.

When she looked up, Peyton stood over them. The green-haired woman was lying on the ground. She watched Peyton pull the snow-haired lady off of green-haired woman and as a petite woman yelled at the snow-haired lady. Embeth couldn't understand what she meant by promise or what it meant. But she did notice that the knife was still stuck in her. She walked over, stepping in front of the petite woman, and touched the knife. Her hand quickly became covered in the black oozing liquid. She tugged, but the handle was bigger than she had expected and slippery from the black liquid. She pulled again and more liquid ran down her arms. The knife came free with a sickening pop.

[The "knife" is the dagger, but Embeth has never seen a dagger before and would liken it to the closest thing she would recognize--a knife.]

The girl just simply smiled, though she felt a cold eerie wind after that... She looked for the source, and saw the vampire girl hovering over an elf, feast-posture...
Megumi her eyes widened, but didn't feel the need to do something: Miss valkyrie had noticed Peyton his presence 2. Everyone was trying to interfere with no avail, which was rather obvious, Peyton's fast! 3. it sounded like it just needed a 3.
''Maybe that gash of abigail needs to be healed, if she loses more blood she needs to nourish herself again right? We can't have that...'' The girl whispered, still unable to believe that vampire now already started losing herself... Then she noticed a little girl trying to get out the dagger, and she already closed her eyes shut to the 'splut' that would be coming.
''That sounds so awfull...'' she whispered, unconsciously gripping tighter on seraphin's arm.
''Peyton doesn't look like a healer to me, so I guess I'll fix it up when he's done.'' Megumi awkwardly grimaced
''That's the least I can do for now, right?''

((still creating the tattoo for Myrr~ xD))

Darcy turned to the little girl, perplexed. "Don't worry. She heals. Fast." She muttered, and crouched so that she was on eye level with her. She stared intently at her. She took the little girl's hands in her's, and smiled reassuringly, as the dagger fell to the ground. "I'm Darcy. Darcy Noir. May I know your name?" She asked kindly. She wiped the blood from the small hands, fighting the urge to hug the girl. There was something so familiar about the little girl, it was frightening. Something in those large, childish eyes that felt like someone had punched Darcy in the stomach.
Darcy let go of the girl's hands suddenly. She didn't want to seem wierd. Which was a first. Darcy wasn't one for holding back. At all. "I'm sorry if we scared you. In truth we're really not that bad." She smiled properly for what seemed the first time in all eternity. It was an eye-crinkling smile.

Seraphin shook his head. "I've heard vampires heal fast. And I think that Time Lady Darcy is dealing with it. Funny really... she tells people all about her planet, but I've heard it was destroyed in the last Time War." He said thoughtfully. "Gallifrey and the enemies just disappeared mysteriously. It exploded and took everything with it. I wonder..." He spoke in a hushed voice, as if speaking about a secret that shouldn't be uttered. He looked confused and then turned his attention back to Megumi and smiled reassuringly. "They'll be fine, I promise. But, once Peyton has spoken to them we'll go over, is that alright?"

((Sorry for the short Seraphin post. ))

''Maybe because she is a Time Lady Seraphin. Maybe because she wants to return to the past, and her people. The familiarity. The feeling of a normal day in your normal everyday life with your normal loving family. That is a feeling of protection, safety, comfort, warmth and love. The feeling that everything just is as it is, and not changing every second. For Darcy, it is all in her reach really... Once she trains, and she will, she can return to that. Considering she talks about her planet and people, she seems to have hope for her past. A dream, a reason to live, I guess. I hope she too will reach what is out of her grasp.'' Megumi smiled, whispering softly, not really because it needed to be a secret or anything... Just to understand herself too.
''Gosh, I sound Like I know her! How disrespectfull... Lets just say I think of it as that, it doesn't need to be true and her purpose could be totally different!'' Megumi awkwardly laughed, realising that she herself talked about a Time Lady of all not understood species she didn't know, yet speaking as if she understood her every move.
''Okay~ Lets not go for each other's organs, I'm still practicing healing magic. I can heal organs, but not when mine are damaged... Yeah, I think that should do it.'' the girl smiled broadly
''I can hurt people, I just need a good reason to do so. Or I need to fix them up.'' the girl evilly grinned, summoning the huge great bow from earlier.

Seraphin shook his head slowly. "I don't think she can. The angels told me that it is Time Locked. I'm not completely sure, but I think that means that it is completely impossible to go back and to there. So that the Time War isn't started again, and to stop people from rescuing the evil. The destruction of the Shining World of the Seven Systems was what ended the war for good. A Time Lock was put around it, and now it is impossible to get there." He paused for a bit, still looking puzzled. "I suppose it is easy because everyone wishes for safety and comfort." He said softly, but frowned. "But why is she so fixed on telling people that she has a place to go back to?" He thought aloud, his gaze fixed on Megumi.
Seraphin sighed. "I always forget how deep people can be. It's astounding for me, truly." He said and shook his head, genuinely puzzled by the behaviour of the people and creatures here.

Fiore was over whelmed by all that was going on around her. Peyton had interfered just in the nick of time. She was beyond relieved when she felt the body of Abigail being lifted from hers. Darcy had also shown up. Was she there the entire time? Darcy was doing her best to calm Fiore down but the sounds were middle and fuzzy. As if she was under water. Suddenly Fiore felt like she was drowning. There was an unknown liquied rising from the back of her throat. With the little energy she had left she rolled over so she wouldn't choke. The warm coppery liquid spewed from her pink lips. Fiore felt disgusted and horrible.

She forcefully pulled herself onto her all fours and looked at the people surrounding Abigial. "Don't..." Fiore couldn't recognize her own voice. But she had to at least help Abigail out of her current problem. It seemed as though everyone was against her. "Don't be had at her," Fiore paused to take a labored breath. "I was bleeding out and she was just thirsty." Fiore knelt before anyone, her head lowered and blood still flowing from her nose. " It-its not h-her fault." When Fiore had finally finished her sentence the ground got acquainted with her unconcious face.

Peyton eyed Darcy as she approached the girl, and watched her intently as he pulled out Abigail's snack. Why did she pull out the dagger like that? She should'nt have run out here. She could have been injured, or scared, or worse.

Peyton frowned, and tossed a container of fresh blood to Abigail, "I told you there were other ways to get it. Why don't you eve listen to me? Just try it already, it's not medical blood."

Turning from Abigail and Darcy, he kept his eye on the smaller girl as he knelt in front of Fiore. Pressing his fingers against the soft pulse in her neck, he counted for a few seconds, determining what the extent of her exhaustion was. It wasn't a power back out, just a normal fainting smell. Sighing with relief, Peyton pulled a cloth out of his shirt and wiped the dark blood from her mouth gently. Deep in his thoughts, he pitied her. He pushed her into this battle even when she wasn't ready. She had already been weak from practicing, and he was selfish enough to still want to see her use of power. He should've let her heal first. Any good teacher would've known to wait...

Kicking and bucking she did when Peyton pulled her off Fiore.She swatted her long icy nails at his face when he put her back down on the ground.Why was he pulling her off of her snack? It pissed her off in the honest truth. And Fiore's blood. It was like sweet candy to her lips... It wasn't just any sweet blood. It was different like a special blood. The sensation of the warm sweet liquid rolled through her.Abigail was kind of astonished, Fiore was defending her? She was trying to bind the girl to her for eternity and yet she defended her? She blinked and looked at Peyton merely slipping him her middle finger, "Why should I listen to a man who can't control his students. You shouldn'tve put her against me. Not like that. You're a scown! Besides.. I wasn't going to drain her.", she looked at the blood bag Peyton had thrown to her, "Besides you probaly poisoned it. Pedophile!". Crossing her arms over her chest she looked down at fiore. She had hoped she didn't hurt the girl too much.But her blood was so sweet.. Like she needed more of it. It was new, different and exciting. She wanted to Bind fiore to her forever. "Is she ok?"


Kyo was on the floor beside Darcy, he put a hand to her elbow, "Darcy...". Kyo knew Abigail had pissed a few people off. But Darcy was infuriated. What kind of memories had it brought back for the girl? Oh if abigail ruined his chances of ever winning Darcy's heart he'd kill her!

"Like you would care, Abigail," he fumed up at her, dotting the cloth at Fiore's neck softly, holding her head up off the ground to encourage blood flow back into her body.

"You don't care about anyone but yourself, Abigail. Pretend all you want that you care about Fiore, but you don't. You just want her blood. Do you have any idea how incredibly selfish that was of you? To drink her blood? I don't care if you barely took two ounces, you still did it. You wouldn't accept prepared blood, because you're too selfish. And now look what you did, you bit a fellow student. A peer. How could you do that? Do you not see the wrong in that? The wrong in your actions? How you treat people? If you treat people like you do here, you'll die alone. I'm surprised your brother can even stand to be around you so long," he glared up at her before returning his gaze to the small girl. Now Kyo was by her too. He wasn't comfortable with her being in the middle of all of that.

Darcy spun round to Fiore. The smile seemed to drip from her face. She shook her head softly. FioreShe was out cold. But it was Peyton she needed to speak to. He was busy. And he always would be, so she bit her lip and suffered in silence. She tried to arrange her face into a smile, but it felt like her muscles were all stiff. When Kyo touched her, and spoke her name, she spun round, taken by surprise. But she agreed with Peyton. Deciding she had to speak to Kyo later, she turned on Abby.

With a deep breath, anger slipped back on to her face. "Abigail, you are ridiculous. I've been telling myself time and time again, that everything will be fine! That you'll learn to behave yourself, but you're just too stubborn! Surely Peyton, Kyo and me can't be right, because we're not as smart as you, we don't know as much as you!" Sarcasm seemed to drip from her voice, and it seemed like the atmosphere had dropped several degrees. "You act as if you have troubles, as if you're the only one with problems, as if you're in your own world, but it might not have occured to you, some have it a lot worse!" Her voice grew to a shout, and her hands clenched into fists. "I was ready to accept an allience, a friendship with you! But you can't get it into your thick skull, can you?"

((oouucch what a speech, go peyton!! lmao xD && so stole that pomme de sang from anita blake xD))


Of course others had it worse than her. she knew that. Darcy was right and Peyton. Did she permanently screw up an alliance over a little nip at another student? It was a fight wasn't it? It didn't make sense to her. She didn't have anything to say to that. she really didn't in a way Peyton was right. But she did care about Fiore and the others. She just didn't exactly show it. Then he brought her brother into it. that made her blood boil. She screamed in a rage and slapped him across the face walking off. What was her problem? Wait her problem, no what was HIS problem? He was right though. she had done the exact opposite of what she was allowed to do. why did she insist on rebeling against this elite. Maybe to show dominance? she sure had a wierd way of showing it if that were the case. Oh hell, he was old! For fucks sake, why fight with an old person they're so stubborn. Was it wrong to want to bind the girl to her and make her a pomme de sang? Maybe if her and Peyton had a nice long chat alone they'd understand each other better. Always wanting to be in control maybe talking worked better alone. Where was she walking to? she wasn't sure but it was somewhere. Hopefully the nearest way out of here, though fat chance of that. she stopped near a wall and leaned against it. Maybe she should try and just talk to him instead of constantly rebeling. Wait what? She mumbled something about being an idiot wanting to actually talk to that old man!

To tell the truth Kyo couldn't stand his sister. Sometimes he just wished she'd go away forever. Always wanting to be in control and on top. One day he'd like to cut ties with her. but to do that would mean to kill them both. Something he wouldn't wish on his own sibling. And poisoned? The blood packets actually weren't that bad. A bit bitter yes but not bad. Why was abigail so against using them. Thoughts ran through his mind, perplexed questions and rationalizing. However his attention remained on Darcy.

--EDIT- ADDING MORE!--

Embeth let Darcy wiped the black stuff from her hands, but she didn't answer. When the snow-haired lady yelled at Peyton, she saw Peyton was kneeling next to the green-haired girl. What is a "pedophile?" She wondered. Her head snapped back in surprise at the concern in the lady's voice when she asked about the green-haired woman. Embeth was thoroughly confused, and she saw that Darcy was giving her a warm smile. Then before she could react a silver-haired man was there. Peyton was yelling, then Darcy was yelling. All the noise was beginning to make her head hurt. She looked around and saw the knife. She picked it up and stepped back from the group of people. "Knives are dangerous." She said quietly to them and walked out of the Arena.

She didn't know where she was going, but once out of the Arena her head stopped hurting. I have to put this somewhere safe. She thought, but then realized she would have to clean it. She stopped walking and looked around. None of this looked familiar. She had only really been in the Elites' rooms today. She didn't know where her room was. She decided to sit down next to a tree and clean the knife for now. Cleaning it would make it easier to carry. Unfortunately, she had no soap. With a sigh she began to methodically wipe it clean with her sleeves. The shirt was already spattered with the black stuff and was ruined. It was marginally cleaner. She really needed some soap.

Peyton fumed, the lingering sting from her slap mocking him. She seriously slapped him? Again? Seriously? Who slaps anymore? This is a school for powerful fighters, there's no need to slap. Besides, he didn't do anything wrong. He was just pointing out the obvious to her. She had no right to be upset with him. Though, the slap was like the last word. And a very insulting one at that. He didn't appreciate it at all.

Making sure Fiore was all right, Peyton used his fingers to brush her hair out of her face absentmindedly. His students always look so peaceful when they are unconscious. Why? Was it like that for everyone? When you black out, is it pleasant? Maybe your mind escapes to where you want to be. Curiously, he looked in at her nerves, but the messages they were sending were blank, giving away nothing about her thoughts. Perhaps she wasn't thinking at all.

Peyton looked up, a light sleeve disappearing behind the corner of the entrance. Though, it was too short to be Darcy or Abigail. Looking around, he realized it was the little girl. If he was responsible for her, why did she leave him? Did she not like him? Sighing, he stood, lifting Fiore with him, and walking her over to the edge of the arena. By the wall was a plain healing bed. He laid her down softly, laying her head down on the pillow.

Making his way to the entrance, he gave a lingering glance at Kyo and Darcy. Darcy may not notice it, but Peyton knew the look he was giving Darcy. And he envied Kyo for it...

Peyton saw Abigail leaning against a wall, and even though he intended to look for the little girl, Peyton instinctively went to Abigail, his rage rearing up again. He didn't talk to her, or even look at her. Instead, he leaned against the wall beside her, not really sure what to say or do.

Quetzalcoatl popped into this plane in forest, nauseated from the planar shift. I wish they would increase the precision on the planeshifting transportation. I always feel sick after a trip. He was carrying a full backpack, a smaller satchel, and a large duffel bag, consisting of the everything he would get for this assignment.

After waiting a moment, he looked around; there was no one about. Without having any idea which direction he should go, he set off in a direction hoping it would get him somewhere useful.

Darcy's eyes narrowed dangerously. "She's just so... argh!" She said angrily, composed herself and fought with the ideas of running after the girl, and speaking with Kyo. It was sorted out for her by Peyton who went after the girl. She was left with Kyo, in an awkward silence. She stared at him, her eyes showing her desperation to tell someone the truth. In this moment she looked older than ever, and so very tired. She sat down on the ground and gestured Kyo to sit too. "I need to tell you something. And I understand if you no longer wish to speak to me once I have told you."

Darcy took a deep breath to prepare herself for what she was about to say. "I lied. All along. Gallifrey doesn't exist anymore." She said. It came out blunter than she had wanted it to. More tears poured down her face, from those ancient and intelligent eyes.

((Sorry for the short-ish post. ))

Abigail looked at him. She then swiftly looked away. He was handsome just standing like that.Oh hell who was she kidding. "What?", she asked sternly. Her skin was frosted over. Part of her was mad part of her lusted over his handsomeness.

Kyo blinked at her, "Why would i be mad at you for that? Somethings you can't tell everyone. I understand.", he said and he wasn't mad. He was actually listening to her he figured it would be the best thing to do.

((bah sorry it was short im on the phone! ))

Embeth looked up from wiping the knife clean and saw another strange-looking man walking with a lot of heavy bags. Was he a student? She wondered. She was cautious and didn't call out to him. He could be like Jim. She thought with a scowl. She wouldn't know for sure until he came closer. She realized quickly that he almost looked...sick.

[Sorry for the extra short post! DX]

Darcy sighed. "You don't understand. It's been gone for a long time. Ever since... ever since I was evacuated from there. I lied because it felt good. It felt good to pretend, for just a moment that I would go there again, see that lush crimson grass, the snow capped mountains... I could pretend that I'd see my family and my friends again. But... they're gone." A sad smile was on her face, and again she looked tired enough to sleep and not wake up. "And every day I wake up, knowing that I'm the last Time Lady, the last Gallifreyan. I'm alone. Because they'll never be there again. I will never again see the silver-leafed trees, or the Citadel of the Timelords. My people are nothing but a legend of pompous old people, so proud and vain and so very very brilliant."

Darcy stared Kyo into the eyes. "I can't go back. Not even with my time machine... trying would rip me apart, and turn me to nothing but atoms." She closed her eyes for a couple of minutes, as if wishing that she could scrub her memories and forget everything.

"Don't 'what' me like that. It's rude. You have no right to be mad at me. Everything I said you brought on yourself. I have never yelled at a student like that, but you crossed the line Abigail," he watched as the little girl stared at something, and followed her line of sight. A new student was walking around the school grounds. He made a mental side note to introduce himself after he handled Abigail.

Running a hand through his bronze hair, he sighed heavily, his hand making it's way to the back of his neck, where he rested it for a moment. He couldn't understand why Abigail had gone so far as to slap him, it wasn't necessary. Was she really so stubborn that she'd rather push others away, than learn the truth?

Quetzalcoatl looked up from his wandering - there was a small girl sitting on the grass cleaning a dagger far too large for her size with her shirt, and getting it very bloody. The dagger's probably not hers. Where did she get it then and whose blood is it? Also, why is the blood black?

After traversing the distance between the two of them, Quetzalcoatl set the duffel bag down and knelt before the strange girl. "Would you like some help with that?