Darcy snorted in disbelief. "I cannot believe you. Don't touch me." She pulled her hand from his grasp, and grew to her full height. "Humans. Always expecting help. Always expecting me to have the answers. Peyton, you were the last person, I'd expect to... fall for that." Her voice became less angry as she ended the sentence. She looked at him, biting her lip, trying not to laugh. "Juuust checking if it's still you. Good, we're still nice and defensive. That's what we need. We also need a bit more fear. Fear keeps us quicker. And we need to find out who those girls are. Oh, and Peyton. Guess what?"

Seraphin stood there, just watching the interaction. A sudden hate was brewing up. Nothing to do with the fact that he was silenced. Just pure hatred. It wasn't boiling hot like it was described in books. Hatred felt cold and superior. He shuddered softly and shuffled closer to Megumi kissing her head softly. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

((Sorry it took so long to reply. I showered. Because I'm cool. ))

Peyton glanced back at Myrr, who sat staring at the wall still, and he wondered what she was thinking about. Stepping to the side, he blocked Myrr from view, without realizing what he did, as he turned his gaze back to Darcy. It was so hard to keep up with her mood swings. He couldn't really tell if she was still angry or not right now. She was too...all over the place. It made her seem dangerous...like he couldn't trust her because of her spasms.

"I'm not expecting your help, Darcy. I'm trying to come up with logical explanations here. That's all. I'm trying to brainstorm. Isn't that what you want, anyways? For us to brainstorm? Well, that's what I'm doing. So, instead of shooting down everything I say, can you just work with me? We're a team, not enemies, right?" As he asked that question, he had an odd glint in his eyes. He paused....wondering whether he should fall for her enticement...and ask what she meant. Well, he wouldn't know if he didn't try, right? "What?"

{{It's okay. I'm watching TV and online shopping}}

((XD Oh really cool.))
Megumi looked up, feeling seraphin kiss her forehead, and the arm put around her. It wasn't hard to feel the atmosphere, and for Seraphin.. The idea made her shudder, but she knew better. The woman lifted seraphin's arm slightly, allowing her to turn around, and face her beloved. She gave the angel a reassuringsmile, placing a kiss on his lips, letting her fingers intertwine at the end of his neck, closing her eyes and focussing on positive feelings (which wasn't needed right now really) Okay, standing on her toes was rather hard with her belly, but not impossible. As for the others... When kissing, ignoring is the most easy thing ever.

Myrr knew she hadn't lost control... Her energy would be all over the place if that was the case, there would be thunder, rain and ice... And rocks would probably float through the air... She wouldn't be able to keep her heartbeat steady, and fire would go up on all places there would be even the slightest flame. The elf would talk rather menacingly, and it would all look like a horror scene. Everything would feel awfully close and suffocating. But it wasn't like that, and the Time Lord just insulted everything she could. No, the elf was continueingly busy with thinking up stuff, and her suspiscion list wasn't rather small.
''The scene would be slightly different if I had lost control, Darcy. But you wouldn't know, not even Peyton does, which is good.'' The elf simply said, with a smile. One that indicated she was disappointed.

Quetzalcoatl noted Embeth deigned not answer the more important question, the one regarding her abilities. "I'm by myself currently. Apparently my roommate left awhile ago on a family emergency, so I've never met her." Quetzalcoatl closed the gate behind Embeth and the two girls started walking towards the campus proper.

Quetzalcoatl considered Embeth's responses to the impromptu test he was conducting. Thus far, Embeth had passed the questions well. Maybe revealing his true identity would be a good idea, just not yet.

The were just now passing the horribly out-of-place police box. Darcy's around here somewhere. Hopefully she'll show up soon.

Quetzalcoatl stopped and turned to Embeth. "Why did you leave before?"

[The short post is to provide the others the opportunity to interact with Embeth and Ashley.]

Darcy grinned. "Gotcha! Ha. As if I could leave you guys! As if I would mean that. No, my only problem was that you seemed to busy... flirting with Myrr than actually sharing your ideas. And you know what I think? Allons-y! After those girls!" She said and ran to the door, opening it, beckoning to follow. "Come on, Peyton. I'm not going to let you rest yet. Go on! Keep moving!" She smiled gleefully, her usual self. She turned to Myrr. "Oh by the Goddess Santori!" She exclaimed. "I don't care right now. I need you and you need me. There you go, I said it. If I can drop my pride, you can drop your's. And didn't you like me for always being honest? That being said, I have to say, you're being a little selfish at the moment. The pair of you. What about Megumi and Seraphin? I haven't heard them complaining." She said, winking to indicate it was all in good will.

Seraphin sighed happily. He wanted everyone to disappear. He didn't want this to be the dream. He wanted it to be real. He broke off the kiss and whispered in Megumi's ear, so that only she could hear. "I would give the Universe for you." He said and embraced her. Seraphin let her go and took her hand, smiling lovingly. He stepped out of the door, into the fresh air. He saw two figures near-ish the Tardis, and waited for the others.

Peyton frowned as he turned to Myrr, walking to her, and helping her out of her chair. He knew that she didn't need his help, but he also knew that he wanted the physical touch right now, and wanted her close to him as long as there was a possible threat. Stubbornly, he added that the only reason he wanted her close was because he knew they were stronger if they could work together, and use each other's strengths, and make up for their weaknesses. Pouting slightly, he spoke to Darcy as him and Myrr walked past her, "I am not flirting. I don't flirt. We're friends, that's all. And I wasn't complaining either."

He knew that he sounded like a little kid, but he didn't care. He was just trying to get his point across, even if he did it in a pouting way. Maybe it was his way of letting Darcy know that his pride was dropped, and he wasn't going to fight anymore.

His gray eyes looked around for the two, and when his eyes fell on them he frowned, "I recognize one...but, who is the other?..." he looked over at Myrr. He'd never forgotten a student, but perhaps this time he did, and she would remember. As he tried to focus on the two girls, he squinted, looking back at them, a frown pulling at his lips.

{{Once again, sorry if it's an iffy post. I'm dueling with Nick. lol}}

To be honest, Myrr wanted to get out the damn stool and do some training, mainly playing her violin in a violent way. Great for an outburst when you feel like it... But Peyton obviously made clear she was coming with him, which made her a bit nervous... But she went out of the chair and worked together with this... Situation as best as she could. When he told Darcy he wasn't flirting it made the elvin giggle internally, he was sooo cute when he said that. She could totally picture him as that teenage human kid again. She rolled her eyes, and went towards Peyton who stood outside already.

Myrr stood next to him, tilting her head, thinking. ''Embeth....? Aaaaand... Ah, Ashley, wasn't it?'' she answered, now realising she just figured it out, like 2 seconds ago. That was... odd.


Megumi made a small sound of complaint when Seraphin stopped, but figured they had to move on. A smile played her lips as he spoke in her ear, her eyes widening wondering how it was to have the universe... Difficult, she didn't want it. At Darcy her remark she just offered the Time Lord a smile, an even broader and happier one than before. Megumi had for the moment everything, everything, she wanted. Which was a husband, and her own little life stored up in her belly waiting to get out painfully. But he or she would be loved after that, it would recieve so many love the child would burst with love to give another.

Darcy closed the door after them, squinting into the distance. "Five years. Dear god, I hate it when humans grow older. So hard to recognise. Maybe we know the other girl." She laughed softly and turned to Peyton. "I have spent three quarters of my life watching you lot. Fine, talking romantically then. Perhaps she's new. They looked at the Tardis funny."

Seraphin who had been staring adoringly at Megumi turned to look at Darcy. "A long-coat wearing alien with a blue box spaceship thing? Oh, and with a trolley full of junk. I wonder why." He said sarcastically, and chuckled softly.

"Quite. Odd, really. Shall we talk to them? New student should be welcomed. And if the other girl is who I think she is, then it'd be nice to see her. New girl, strange mould from alien origin." She looked thoughtful and then shrugged and made a noncommital noise. "We've more important things."

Seraphin rolled his eyes, and sighed softly. He blew a strand of hair from his eyes. The Time Lord was a real pain at times. Unknowingly, hopefully. "Say, Darcy, why does the Dream Lord know so much about you? It's creepy."

Before Embeth had a chance to respond to Ashley's question. The door to the strange-looking blue police box--undoubtedly Darcy's, according to the brief she had been given before her arrival--slammed open. She turned and looked, seeing Darcy yelling at Peyton to follow her. But he didn't emerge. She could hear the two of them arguing.

She debated if now would even be a good time to announce her return to the Academy. But Darcy appeared to be in one of her fanatical states of mind. Embeth used to believe that Darcy was very much like her mother as both of their moods seemed more violent than a normal person's. However, as she had learned from Tesla, her mother's moods were controlled by picking up the thoughts of others and reacting to them emotionally. Darcy did not share her mother's ability. She could read minds and a person's past only with physical contact, but she still was extremely emotional.

Embeth adjusted the lace gloves she wore on her hands. She had been careful to choose clothing that now covered most of her skin to prevent unintentional contact with Darcy.

Peyton's cheeks flushed as he looked over at Myrr, an odd twist in his stomach, "I wasn't talking romantically. You know that," shaking his head, he looked away. He didn't talk romantically. That wasn't like him. He doesn't do romance. He doesn't love romantically. He's just close with Myrr. They have a bond...right? His hand dropped from Myrr's lower back, a slight hum in his mark on his arm as he stepped away from her, in front of her.

His pupils swirled an expanded as he looked at the two girls, walking ahead of everyone as he approached them. He confirmed that one of them was Embeth, but the other one...there was something familiar about her cells. Like he'd seen them before. There was an odd twinge to them, but they were similar to a previous student...A recent one. Who, though? Could she be the child of one of his studnets? Or a student in a different form? But...the only shape shifters in his academy were Krystall and Tesla. He hadn't seen Krystall in forever, and Tesla...An odd twist rippled through his stomach as he knelt by the girl, "Who are you?"

Quetzalcoatl was startled when the doors to the TARDIS burst open. Well, Darcy's right here. Doesn't look like she's changed much. The intelligence would she be fairly good then. This should make this assignment easier.

Quetzalcoatl regarded Peyton as he approached. Peyton seemed stressed, but Darcy would do that. Peyton's closeness to Myr seemed to hint at something deeper, although it seemed they were unaware of how appeared together.

"My name's Ashley Thorne. You welcomed me a few days ago when I arrived" Quetzalcoatl said, replying to Peyton's question. "Who's she?" Quetzalcoatl asked, indicating Darcy.

Peyton nodded at her words, remembering greeting her awhile ago. Why had he forgotten? It wasn't like him to forget something so easily. Why now? Why was he so scatter brained? The girl had an odd glint to her eye, and as Peyton's eyes went back to normal he returned the gaze, his eyes not moving from the girl as he stood. By the direction of her point, he could tell she was pointing at Darcy.

"She's another student," Peyton put his hands on his hips as he looked down at the two girls. He realized that he had met the girl before, but he didn't really know that much about her. From her cells, he knew she was a shape shifter, but that's it. She's a girl, probably around Embeth's age. Or, is this even her real form? She could really be anybody...but why would she come in a form other than herself? She must be a girl for real then, so why did Peyton have an odd feeling in his stomach? Perhaps this was the dream reality and it turned him into a paranoid person. That wasn't always a bad thing for an Elite though.

Fiore's belly let out a loud growl as she continued to move about the hallway. Her infamous scowl was on her face as she changed her original direction. At the beginning se was planning to go back to her room and sleep the day away. Either that or read up on some things. Over the years the nymph had become extremely anti social. She no longer wanted to e surrounded by these mythical beings. Deep down she never truly accepted the life that was chosen for her. As the years had gone by since she first arrived she became bitter and resentul. But that was the past and dwelling on it only made Fiore's brows furrow deeper. Fiore sighed again and ruffled her hair. She decended the old staircase and pushed opened a set of double doors. She was hoping to get into the forest to reach her secluded garden. Her diet consisted of fruits and veggies and very little meat. Fiore saw a small group clustered at the front of the gate. She recognized a few faces and cussed under her breath. It would be best to just turn around and head back to her room and wait for whatever they were talking about to end.

Darcy smiled. "I left this school a while ago. Went on travels in my little blue box." She said, shoving her hands in her coat pockets. "I came back to sort some stuff out. And to see some old friends. It's a bit humbling, people not knowing me. After what I did. Saved the school from Weeping Angels and yet no recognition. I must have an easily forgotten face." She spoke in gruff humor. She stared at Embeth. "Oh. It's you." She said, simply, taken aback by the sight of this girl who she had seen. Embeth wasn't the only person afraid of her. Many were. Most of which were alien, and the rest were humans who had met her and had been affected by the dangers that always seemed to lie in Darcy's wake.

Seraphin's hand flew to his head. He felt pure hatred, and sadness. Something made him want to blame Darcy for everything. What if this was the dream and Megumi was seriously traumatised from losing a child that wasn't even real? What if it destroyed his chances with Megumi? What if she hated him after this? He tried to keep neutral, look at it from a more positive side. But there wasn't one.

((Sorry about the rubbish post. Had a horrendous day, and I only stopped... well, no need to bother you with it. ))

Megumi looked at her husband with a smile on her face, though turned to worry a second later. A reassuring smile played her lips as she brushed her hand through his hair, letting it travel to the side of his face, before placing it on top of his hand. She didn't know and thus not understood what Seraphin worried about, nor what he felt. To her he seemed rather unreachable at times, but she lived with it the past years...
''Is there something you could or might want to tell me about, dear?'' The valkyrie asked in a hushed whisper, having eyes only aimed at him, curiosity playing their reflection.

{{You're not bothering us hon, we're your friends, remember?}}

Peyton's jaw slacked as he looked back at Darcy, "Darcy, that is no way to treat your fellow student." He remembered that Darcy and Embeth weren't exactly on the best of terms, but couldn't she just be mature and suck it up? I mean, it's like Darcy is trying to make enemies, even though she said earlier that she needs everyone. Seriously, did she have a problem upstairs?

"As well as your impolite way of speaking to Embeth, keep in mind that Ashley wasn't here when you helped with the Weeping Angel. How was she supposed to know about that, or even anything about you?" He rolled his eyes, but with a smile so she knew he wasn't trying to start any fights.

Turning his head back to Ashley, he smiled, "Darcy isn't the best with people, but she has her own talents, just like the rest of us. What are all of your talents?"

As he awaited her answer, Peyton glanced at the other students around them, as kind of a security check so that he knew what was going on, and that everyone was okay. When he saw Seraphin and Megumi, his face fell ever-so-slightly. She was stroking his hand. Absentmindedly, he looked over at Myrr, and looked down at her small hand, thinking. He would never be able to stroke her hand like that, or her stroke his hand. They couldn't touch like that, ever.

Shaking his thoughts from his head, he returned his gaze to Ashley expectantly.

{{Sorry it's so short, I'm having a lack of brilliance. lol}}

Darcy laughed. "I saved the school and possibly the world! Not even a mini plaque? 'This school was saved by Darcy Noir.' " She stuck her tongue out, and smiled apologetically at Embeth. "Sorry. My thoughts were elsewhere. Not good with people?" She gasped in mock horror. "I brilliant with people! Just... not humans." She admitted, quietly. "Maybe in the next life, eh, Peyton?" She said, laughing softly. In the back of her mind she realised how quick that could come. She shuddered internally at the thought of the warning that the Ood had given her.

Seraphin smiled. "I'm fine. Just a headache. All this nonsensical business with dreams is giving me a headache. I'm worried, though. About you and the baby. I couldn't bear to lose you." He whispered back and closed his eyes to regain control over his own emotions. Feeling all this made it difficult to see things clearly. He kissed her hand softly.

Darcy never had good people skills Quetzalcoatl thought to himself. If she had better people skills maybe we wouldn't be in this situation.

"I can read thoughts and heal quickly" Quetzalcoatl said, replying to Peyton. He leaned over and whispered in Peyton's ear "I don't like her."

Turning away from Peyton, Quetzalcoatl noticed a woman who looked like Fiore in the distance, looking at them. Deciding it would be best to include Fiore in the "festivities", Quetzalcoatl thought to Embeth "Ashley is just another form of mine and I didn't reveal myself to you immediately as a test, which you did very well on. For more important concerns, however, sowing discord between Darcy and the rest of the group would be good preparation for the First, and although Darcy does a good at that on her own, I think it would be better to bring in Fiore who's behind us at a distance. Would you mind indicating that fact to Peyton and Myr?"

A smile played her lips, the caring motherly one.
''Even if... The baby wouldn't be real, that wouldn't be a reason for me to leave yoú. You're too great of a person to let go...'' she whispered, her smile being a little sad.
''Yes, it's confusing, and for you probably feeling like a mess of emotions all over the place.'' The woman said, thinking a bit.
''We made a promise right? We won't leave each other, no matter what.''
((off to eaaat~ <3))

Embeth met Darcy's gaze without fear, wearing a small smile. She bowed her head slightly, still maintaining eye contact, and greeted Darcy, "Hello, Time Lady." Embeth was well aware that Darcy's time abilities and strange devices made her seemingly more powerful, and her mind was faster and knew more than Embeth could ever hope to know in her limited human lifetime. All this information had been in the report she received when she had been briefed with Tesla before arriving at the Academy. Darcy herself had told them about her abilities when they had last been at the Academy, but understanding the Time Lady's powers better now helped Embeth recognize the woman's strengths.

She spoke about her feats as a proud hero, complaining that wasn't compensated enough. Embeth couldn't help thinking, What do you give the woman who has everything when she saves the world? Well, almost everything. She still wore her subtle smile. Darcy was showing many of her weaknesses, one of those being her pride. No, perhaps it isn't pride, but rather vanity. In an effort to conceal past sins perhaps? Embeth thought.

She kept her face still as Tesla entered her mind. She had grown used to his intrusions, making her less jumpy whenever he dropped a thought into her mind. She hadn't even thought that Ashley was Tesla. He didn't seem like the type to wear the skin of someone of the opposite gender and much younger age, but perhaps he understood young girls better than she gave him credit for. She took her gaze from Darcy and waved at Fiore. "Oh, look, Fiore! I didn't realize she was still here."

She turned back to Darcy, "What do you think fair compensation would be for saving the world? Would a plaque really satisfy you? I seem to remember a book called 'If You Give a Mouse a Cookie' from when I was younger. Tell me, what happens when you give a Time Lady a plaque?" So much for my original plan to maintain my previous guise, Embeth thought.

Fiore was about to turn walk back up to her room when she heard her name being called. Fiore flinched as if she had been electrocuted. She turned her head slightly to see Embeth wave at her and turn back to the conversation. Fiore was stiff as she marched over them. She game a tense smile and a small wave to whoever wasn't engrossed in the conversation.

"Sorry for interupting I was just trying to get to the forest." Fiore kept a hard stance as she tried to appear comfortable. But the truth was plain to see. The young lady did not feel safe amongst these people. Her stomach let out another small groan. She bit her lip nervously and waved again. "It was nice seeing you all but I really should feed myself." She spoke through clenched teeth.

Darcy smiled ever-so-slightly. "No. It wouldn't. A plaque would probably worsen my swollen head, and it is not necessary. It may not have been a small feat. I guess a little recognition would be nice sometimes. But hardly anyone ever knows that it was me and my brilliant team of friends that saved the world. I suppose, I don't think I ever want to be thanked or recognised for my deeds. When I disappear they'll write stories, sing songs. I prefer to stay unknown with the human race. They might start thinking of me as a massive monster that appears every five hundred years or so." She shook her head.

"No. Nope, that wouldn't do. I will just keep my head high and hope it doesn't get hit. Imagine me without a head. I met someone like that before. Kept his brain in his chest cavity. Not a good thinker. Not at all." Darcy seemed lost in memories and then looked at Embeth again. "Give a Time Lady a plaque? I wish I knew, Embeth, and then I could behave appropriately. No, my race was very pompous. Believe me." She said honestly, turning to greet Fiore.

So far the elf had dozed off, thinking about the acid rain. When Fiore started about food though the elf remembered the fact her dear refridgerator only stored rotten stuff at the moment, Myrr sighed for a moment, turning to Fiore.

''Sorry, the food's been rotten... Still don't understand how that happened, there's canned soup though. Which is horrible, so foraging in the forest is the only way to get something decent in your stomache.'' The elf said with a smile, a comforting one, turning her gaze towards the sky thinking again. She knew the human had turned rather anti social, but she still can't understand how that all just went by her. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, to be honest, the elf wanted to be alone for a second too... Not that anyone would miss her at the moment, so far she hasn't done anything useful.

''I'm taking a moment to think, you know where to find me...'' she said with the never ceasing smile on her face, before walking past everyone, having done that her face now holding the look of someone thinking about stuff yet to be reached somewhere unknown. The elf was walking towards the middle of the forest, where the lake was, in which she 'awoke' earlier.

Peyton laughed as Darcy and Embeth spoke of what reward Darcy should have, and he interjected, "Would a true hero need anything? If you deserve honor, it's because you didn't want it. You save the world for human kind, and your loved ones, and innocents; not for a plaque. Why do you feel the need for anything? The academy students know your story, and it will more than likely be passed down through their generations. What else do you need? A statue of our great hero, Darcy The Time Lady?" He mimicked putting his hands out to bow to a large pretend statue of Darcy. He wasn't really being rude at all, and he wasn't making fun of her. Teasing, yes. But making fun of, no. He honestly didn't understand why she craved recognition so bad. Peyton and the other Elites had saved the world multiple times, and never asked for anything in return. Maybe a thank you, but they usually didn't have to ask for it. When they didn't get their thank you, though, they moved on.

When Myrr turned to leave, Peyton turned to follow her, but hesitated. She had her solitude face on....He didn't like the idea of his fellow Elite being away from the group in this situation at all, but would she get mad if he followed? She's a woman, so who knows? Apparently, not even Darcy knows. As she disappeared through the trees, his mark burned at him, pulling at his skin. His other hand rubbed over the spot reassuringly. Myrr would be fine alone. She could hold up for herself, right? She didn't need him. He just liked to think that she does.

"So what is she to you hmm? Some girlfriend ?", Abigail came up behind Peyton hastily. Her arms crossed across her chest. Back to the aggrivating and stalking peyton it was. Her hair was a mess right now icecles and snow coming from each way you could think of. Why was he so worried about that woman? what was Myrr to him?