Peyton's face flushed at the intrusion, but he already knew who it was. Who else would care? It seemed like there was only one person who cared about his personal life; Abigail. And if anyone else did care, they did a way better job of hiding it.

"My personal business is my personal business, but I will tell you that she is not my girlfriend. Even if it was any of your business...." His face was stern as he looked at her. Even in the middle of a life and death situation, she was caught up in him. Honestly, why did she care so much anyways. Curiously, he decided to turn the conversation on her, "What if I told you she was?"

"N-no reason!", she stammered slightly hissing at him. "Don't look at me like that!", she turned away from him as a slight pink formed on her cheeks. How dare he turn the tables like that on her. "Besides why would I care?", that tone in her voice was back. Why did she care? Of course he was handsome, and the fact she could fight with him without hurting him somewhat made her happy. It's like those highschool stories almost, sorta only girl smacks guy and runs off. When she turned around back to him the pink was still there but only lightly. "I think you're lieing.", she said quite sternly herself.

Peyton frowned at her, crossing his arms across his chest as he stared past her shoulder where Myrr was disappearing into the line of trees. Why did Abigail care so much about what Peyton thought of Myrr? How did he feel about her? His eyelashes cast long shadows over his face as he let out a soft sigh.

"I'm not looking at you in a way, Abigail, I'm just looking at you. After all, isn't it just manners to look at somebody when you're talking to them? I'm being nice. And why do you think I'm lying? What reason would I have to lie to you?"

"I suppose so but because! you're practically besotted with her! Just kiss her already! Not to mention you're always around her. It's like you're almost watching over her.", the last section of that sentence was very quiet. she stood there for a moment looking at him thinking, a perplexed and confused look crossing her face. Is that what it was? He was just looking after a fellow elite?Her face softened as she realized he wouldn't lie to her. He was an elite and a teacher, Teacher's don't lie. then why did he bother her so much?

Part of it was she liked him but would she ever let him know? Never, she'd just aggrivate him day after day. Besides if the two were to ever get together they'd burn the school down with all their petty fights and arguments. Besides, she was too immature most likely for him. And he was old. Who would want an old man? Who looked as handsome and had a nice smile. she shook her head pushing the thoughts away. "Is that it you're just watching over her? ", she asked slightly quietly still thinking a bit hard. for once maybe she wouldn't slap him.

EDIT: ((anna i need to go to work ill be back at 6, i dont wanna time lock you :) so feel free to move to someone else ))

Myrr had reached the Lake, a broad smile on her face as she took a deep intake of breath. Sooo nice~ The woman knew many students had trouble with breathing in the dirtied air of earth, and thus took care of her forest practically everyday. The trees were twice as big as an average tree, and she loved them. Myrr stretched herself, taking time to get her muscles used to moving. The elf was very agile, but then again, she was an elf. For elves it was natural to be lean, considering they were born dancers....

Every full moon they'd dance the whole night, take care of their home, and what not. But Myrr right now didn't have a full moon, and no plans for just... Dancing. Oh well, her bending would be dancing, but different. She just needed an outburst, just being tired for a moment, have the feeling of aching muscles, just... Being exhausted for a moment. It would do good to her mind. Myrr summoned her transverse flute out of sheer air, running her fingers over the fine instrument, feeling the effects of the incantations on her body.

A broad smile played her face as she froze the lake with a swift movement of her foot to the side. Oh she couldn't help but smile with closed eyes at the tinglish feeling all over her body, aching to move... The woman made a rather relaxed 360 degrees twirl with her right arm stretched in front of her, collecting water out of the air, which was rather moist earning her a fair amount. ''Just have to use some from the lake then~'' She chanted happily, the broad smile never leaving.
She almost skipped over to the lake, a smooth movement from her left foot making some frozen water rise and join her still fluid... Storage. The elf placed her flute at the surface for a moment, stretching herself again, breaking the tensed feeling of being fully stretched in a moment by a collection of wild and fast yet elegant movements. Raw almost, but it did work.

When done in the few seconds, an ice dragon was 'looking' at her, of course not alive. The sun shone on flakes of ice going through the air, floating next to the creature. Myrr was standing in front of it, her right arm stretched towards the water dragon. A dragon's head, a snake's body and wings. If she could see it would have looked magnificent, the sun shining through it and yet not... But she couldn't, so that's a waste of words describing an invisible sight to her.

She took a moment to catch her breath, a fierce look in her eyes, an almost daring smile at it now. The phoenix. The phoenix was less bending creating, and a lot more... Smooth, for it wasn't ice, Yet harder to control. But then again, it was fire... It was alive.
The elf lowered her outstretched arm, making the dragon 'lay' down on the frozen lake around her in a perfect circle making it look even longer. Where it would stay untill she'd start the music. She took a moment to sit indian style, doing breathing exercises to make her control over fire a bit more... Fine. She'd need it, fire was unpredictable, difficult... Alive.

Walking out of her room Aurora went to go find someone she knew. Opening her mind again she began to scan the area and everyones thoughts. The once hard act was so easy for her now. Using her powers to control things she levatated herself with her mind and she went flying off. Aurora stopped and floated in the air searching the ground for anyone familiar. Then seeing Peyton and a couple other people Aurora quickly shot off into the air. Once she was close to the group she slowed herself down and made a small thump as she landed on the ground in a crouch. Straightning up she smiled at everyone. "Hey guys. Long time no see." It was good to be back.

Embeth looked up at Fiore, her face serious. "I should apologize to you for interrupting you on your way to the forest," she said politely. "It is nice to see you, Lady Fiore. Perhaps we will be better friends this time." Embeth purposely added the title. Fiore's appearance had changed in the time Embeth had been missing, and Embeth had noticed her uncomfortableness. Whether it was due to Embeth's presence or not, it wasn't unexpected that those seething feelings still existed from when Embeth had "stolen" Fiore's dagger. She understood how the human nymph may see her actions as such in retrospect, but at the time, Embeth had merely wanted to make sure that the blade--she believed to be a knife--was properly used and cared for.

She turned back to Darcy, adding a slight smile to her face as she spoke, "I merely asked as it was you who had first suggested it. But I do believe that you should be properly recognized and thanked for your generous efforts on our behalf. I am sure Mister Peyton would be more than happy to have a lovely plaque made for you and we can hold a special celebration in your name. It is only the right thing to do, is it not?" The question was rhetorical. Many of her advanced language skills had been acquired from working with Tesla and his associates in the organization. Outside of intense training she heavily utilized her access to books, finding older fiction particularly fascinating and took many speech mannerisms from the dialogue of the characters she read about. Her favorite phrase was "'Tis a pity" and she used it now, "'Tis a pity, though. Plaques often collect dust and hardly anyone reads them."

She held out her hands as if imitating a scale. "On one hand you want to be recognized and remembered, but on the other hand, you think it better to stay 'unknown' to the human race. You can't have both, but perhaps you wish to bless those that attend the Academy with the task of singing praises to your name for eons to come. The question is would you prefer a Limerick, a Ballad, or a Sonnet. I think, in your case, a Limerick would be the best choice. It would make it easier for us inferior humans to remember."

"Thank-you for bringing Fiore here" Quetzalcoatl thought to Embeth. "Now let's see the tension rise."

Quetzalcoatl waited for the verbal sparring to show more developments before responding. Embeth was revealing some of Darcy's flaws to the group, flaws which he would use to isolate her.

Myr left and Abbi replaced Myr, but Quetzalcoatl knew Myr could be recalled easily enough. Besides, Darcy may recall Myr for him, seeing as she had a penchant for large gatherings of people to respect and idolize her.

Listening to Abbi's banter with Peyton and subsequent denial of pursuing Peyton reinforced in Quetzalcoatl's mind she probably did want Peyton to herself. If Abbi were to know Darcy was also interested in Peyton, and moreso Peyton was interested in Darcy as he's always doing what she "asks", perhaps Abbi and Darcy would create some conflict.

When Aurora descended to greet the group, Quetzalcoatl note so she can levitate now; her abilities have grown. Rather than let her interrupt the situation which was getting better by the minute, he said to her "who are you? Why are there so many new people around here?"

Darcy was taken aback. She seemed a little angry. "I am not implying that it needs to be done, or has to be done. It was the least I could do, after..." She stopped herself and shook her head. "I hate it. I hate being praised, I hate being thanked for things that were done for their own good. I have my reasons for saving people. I have my reasons for getting up every morning. I was joking. I contradict myself often. Well, always. Well, sometimes. Whatever. What happened to the sweet little girl I met? You didn't grow up, did you? You never want to do that. Never ever." She stared at the girl intently and sighed softly. Her voice was cold and unfeeling again.

"You see, that is what I dislike about the human race. Such sarcasm, such mockery. Tell me, little Emmie, what have you done to be permitted to be so negative?" Darcy said, sincerely, putting a slightly childish edge to her voice. "Perhaps a spell in the holding room of Parapadasha 3 would set you right. Tesla hasn't been teaching you the necessary discipline. I am not surprised he isn't here. Gave up on you, hm? Abandoned you? Oh! What a great friend!" She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, if you wish to stay untroubled, do not mock me. I have gone days without proper food, have seen good people die and bad people live at the cost of worlds. I am not in the mood to play around, little girl." She said that part without being harsh. She said it calmly and without coldness. Darcy had listened to Abbi's and Peyton's talk and was amused by it. The vampire evidently couldn't give up. The thought of being in love was distant to Darcy because of her way of living. When she was dying she became a different person. Different looks, different personality, different body but the same brilliant mind.

Kyo cringed at the sound of the sarcasm in Darcy's voice. It was like she had changed in over a course of minutes. "Darcy..", he said putting a hand to her shoulder, "Relax..", It scared him abit. so much Sarcasm and anger coming from a pretty girl's lips. What was going on with her?

Fiore styed by the sidelines. She was observing what was goin on around her. Any simpleton could pick up on the growing tension in the small group. But somethin Darcy had said made Fiore snap. It took a lot effort to keep her mouth shut. But it didn't stop her from sending a small glare her way. Was that woman seriously so full of herself that she felt it was right to be so condescending. Yes the bitter woman was old but it didn't make her right. If she was so smart and righteous the events five years prier. Fiore was sure Fiore had an excuse for that as well. She never fully took the blame for things that went wrong. Fiore took a small look at Embeth to see how she had taken the Time Lady's rant. That was when she noticed an unfamiliar face amongst the group.

Embeth stood silent and emotionless as Darcy spoke her piece even though it was incoherent at times as Darcy didn't always finished her thoughts or she had a flight of ideas that were entirely unrelated. Such speech mannerisms, made Embeth wonder if Darcy was possibly Schizophrenic. Darcy hadn't changed much if at all in the last five years.

Although Embeth had been baiting her to lash out, and Darcy had easily taken the bait. Embeth bit her tongue when Darcy dared to call her by her chosen name--a name that only Tesla had been given permission to use, and he used it sparingly, never in front of anyone else. When Darcy taunted her about Tesla abandoning her, Embeth bit her tongue harder, making it bleed. She was used to the metallic taste in her mouth. The pain kept her mind clear and her emotions in check.

When Darcy finished, Embeth wouldn't risk everyone else seeing the fact that she had bit her tongue nor that Tesla was in fact Ashley. Feeling that the tension of this particular meeting had reached it's climax with Darcy's speech. She turned away, towards the dormitory. Once her back was to the group, she gestured towards the kitchen and dining hall. "If you're so hungry, I remember that the dining hall is that way, Time Lady."

She directed a thought only to Tesla as she walked away, "I am going to my room. I have heard enough."

Quetzalcoatl let Embeth go. He wouldn't make her stay and continue to berated by Darcy. Now it was his turn.

Turning from Aurora to face Darcy. "What gives you the right to do that, drive Embeth away? First you say you deserve a plaque, then you say you wouldn't accept one, and finally you threaten Embeth twice." Gesturing to the rest of the remaining group, "if this is how you choose to act, why should any of us remain here with you? Why don't you just get in your ugly blue box and leave, saving the rest of us the trouble of catering to you ever-changing whim? It's not like you're human, so just go back to where ever you came from, if you can, if you haven't been banned from going back? You act like a child, spewing whatever comes into your mind, never caring for those around you. Instead of acting so superior, you should realize you're inferior to us because we can act courteous and respectful of others, unlike you who thinks only of yourself and treats the people around her no better than the dirt you walk upon."

Queatzalcoatl then turned to leave. The issues revealed would eventually create the rift he desired, but people needed time for the arguments to take hold.

Darcy nodded simply, not letting the insults get to her. She looked round at the group of people she had called friends for years, and then a more pressing matter appeared. But she left it and turned to her friends. "My Tardis isn't ugly, is it? The chameleon circuit just got stuck when I visited the 1950's. It turned into a Police Call Box and didn't turn back." She looked into the distance and then back at the others. "I'm not very likable, am I? I'd hoped I'd be more intimidating. I guess you can't pick what you look like. Short. I like being short. It's interesting. And I'm not weak. I'm just skinny." She put her thumb and pinky around her wrist. They met easily. "That is a bit odd. I must admit. Right, allons-y. I just need to get some stuff from my Tardis. I'll be right back." She said, pointing behind her and moving backwards slowly.
Darcy opened the door, still walking backwards and shuffled in. She shut the doors and looked at the beautiful machine. A tear ran down her face, a single tear.

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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))

Megumi looked at the conversation between the old students and Darcy, with the new student barging in. She shook her head in disapproval.
''Embeth used to be cute in looks and naive in behaviour, but so easy Likable. I can't say I think she changed for the better. I wonder what she has done in those 5 years....'' She whispered, looking at the retreating form of the human, casting a glance towards this... 'ashley'. She kept her mouth instinctively shut, turning to the man before her again.
''That wasn't fair was it?''

Seraphin looked thoroughly downcast. He kept his arm around Megumi, like she was the only thing holding him down. "It wasn't. It really wasn't. But what can we do? We're trapped, and the only option we have is to decide which world is the one in which we die. I mean, shall I step in front of a bus, or would you like to first?" He asked jokingly, and kissed Megumi to show the humour. But he was serious again. "What if Darcy has a plan and then she decides that this is the dream and gets us all killed. She seems unstable." He held up his hands. "I'm just voicing an opinion that is out there. It could be like that. For all we know, we're dead and this was never real. None of this."

Megumi sighed, a simple smile playing her face, letting her head rest on seraphin his shoulder.
''Considering the dream lord seems like the person who is a star at making a world seem logical, feeling seems like the thing that should save us out of this one (oh she doesn't know XD)... And it's not like we nééd to follow Darcy right? She just talks with the dream lord because they... Seem to speak each other's personal language. They probably are related or something... Sorry, I'm dawdling. But it's not like Darcy is useless because she doesn't seem stable, and she may not call us useless because she is 'darcy'.'' She sighed, feeling she just spoke spoke and spoke, yet didn't say anything.
''It could be, that's for everyone to find out... Right?''

Fiore could only look on as Embeth walked off sullenly. The new person said a few cross words to Darcy before she too departed. Fiore bit her lip nervously as the air seemed to be tense. Fiore looked at the ground and finally spoke up. "Doesn't anyone find it odd that Darcy and Dream Lord are so close? I mean, what if this was all her idea.. I'm not trying to install doubt into your minds but the fact that she continuously breaks down and seeks the attention from us as though she is the victim is a little tiring." Fiore rembered Darcy's episodes for way back when. "She always verbally attacks someone, goes on a rant, and then flees. I wouldn't be surprised if one of you were thinking of chasing after her and comforting her. THis could be a wierd sick mind game she is playing with us. To keep us on her side." Fiore chewed on her lip and fiddle nervously with the end of her floral printed day dress. "It's just a thought, think of it as my own personal rant." Fiore chuckled and made sure she didn't keep eye contact with anyone.

Seraphin nodded, in a half-hearted fashion of agreement. "You have a point. But Darcy's past has been terrible. I don't know it, but I do know that she is filled with guilt. She wants to make things right. She doesn't like a lot of people, but she loves saving them. She wants to make sure people are safe, doesn't want them to get hurt. Most of the time she's battling with others to trust her." He nodded once he had finished and smiled down at Megumi.

Darcy stood up suddenly. She had had a brilliant idea. "I can't believe I forgot about you! I thought you were just an embarrassing present from a wierd godmother with two heads." She was still speaking as she ran down one of the corridors to a box. She opened the lid, began throwing things out at random. "I just packed you away. Who'd have thought that you would ever be needed one day? I mean, she had such bad breath. Twice!" She exclaimed in excitement when she pulled out another odd contraption.

Peyton had stood and watched everything with an unbiased mind, his eyes calm as he listened. His eyelashes flickered as he blinked, and he nonchalantly ignored replying to Abigail, by focusing on the other conversations. Though, as everybody was beginning to leave, Peyton was forced to interact again. He still didn't want to say anything to Abigail, because of the awkward topic, so Peyton instead just stepped away. As he scratched at his head, he licked at his bottom lip, turning from the group and leaving. He noted that they didn't really notice his leave, due to being caught up in their own conversation.

As he stepped into the trees, and moved branches out of his way he walked in silence until he came upon the lake where Myrr was. She had conjured up her favorites, and the thought of it brought a small smile to his lips. However, as he began to step towards her, Peyton hesitated, watching her from the side. Her golden eyes were gentle, and harbored a feeling he couldn't quite put a finger on. Her braid cascaded down her back, her slender form relaxed. What did he feel when he looked at her? Why did his mark burn? Or his heart hesitate? Then again, wouldn't anyone have such feelings when they're around somebody they're so close with? If your heart flutters when you haven't seen your best friend in a long time, it doesn't mean that you're in love with them. It just means that you have love for them. They're completely different. When you have love, it isn't intimate.

The woman let out a held in breath, feeling she'd need to stand up or the circulation in her legs would make her drop hard to the ice ground. She stood up gracefully in a swift movement by moving one leg away and using the other to rise, taking in a breath, noticing there was another presence when she moved her foot around. Myrr aimed her gaze towards the person, a smile gracing her features as she recognized the aura. She waved her hand at Peyton, wanting to say something realising she had sealed off the frozen lake from sound. She blinked, snapping her fingers, making the 'bubble' sealing the area snap without a pop. Her mark immediately began complaining, noticing it wasn't as personal as Peyton had once said it was. To her it had never been a problem... Or very strong. Maybe because she was a good senser herself, she didn't know.
''Hi Peyton~ Did Abby let you go~?'' She asked, a broad smile playing her face as she jumped over the still 'sleeping' dragon on to the ground, skipping towards Peyton. Luckily, she was better at sensing on the ground.

Peyton's cheeks flushed at Myrr's question, and he looked away. He knew that she technically couldn't see his facial expressions, but he also knew that Myrr had her ways. She could use the air that surrounds you to 'feel out' the shape your face is making, which in turn allows her to see it. So, he kept his face relaxed and nonchalant. Though, he couldn't help but to pull his bottom lip into his mouth to bite on it. As she walked towards him, he stood his ground, his muscles tensed. He stood tall, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his pants as he watched her quickly approach. "Abigail?" He laughed slightly, "Yeah, you know how she is. She's Abigal, there really aren't other words to describe her."

Myrr laughed softly, tilting her head a bit.
''I guess she is a very interesting... And somehow bubbly person. But she sure keeps you on your guard, and with that I mean you as in Peyton and not the others.'' She smiled, her hand covering her mouth to make place for a cough. She pursed her mouth to the side for a moment, staring at his aura, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
''You're all tensed up, what happened after she jumped you?'' The elf asked, placing her hands behind her back as if to say she was 'safe' or something, if just to make him relax a bit considering he was still a bit tense when with a girl and she wasn't considering herself special as much for she lashed out to him earlier a bit over exaggeratingly. And she had silently began wondering how long it took for her to actually create the ice dragon and do some breathing exercises. She wasn't fast, but not slow either or anything. The elf shook her head for a moment, she was daydreaming from the breathing exercises.

Peyton hesitated, looking at Myrr, not really sure what he should tell her, and what he should keep a secret. He'd known Myrr since he was a child...since he was too young to say big words like 'pterodactyl'. Though, when you have a friend that long, doesn't it mean that you can trust them with anything? Even telling them something personal like 'this person things I like you intimately'? Myrr has never pushed him away for anything he said, or someone else said, or for something that he was feeling. He'd always trusted her with everything...every thought that bothered him, she was the one he told. He could tell her anything, right?

Letting out a heavy sigh, Peyton ran a hand through his bronze hair, looking into her golden eyes softly, "She was just bugging me about you. She's very jealous of the attention that I give you for some reason." There. This way he could tell her without telling her every little detail.

Myrr made a small 'hmm' sound before shrugging it off. No need to get ll clingy Myrr, give Peyton some space.
''Hmm, well she's been like that for the time she's been here, right? It shouldn't have surprised you, or tensed you up. But maybe it's the situation.. Although I cán tell that's all I'm going to get without awkwards silences.'' She smiled, her white teeth showing for a moment. The elf went to sit at the tree, enjoying the lightly scraping of it's bark at her back, no she wasn't a masochist... She just loved trees and the smells their bark gave of, but she did get off the elastic at her hair, it would get rats in it if she didn't.

''At least this... Place didn't change too much.'' Myrr smiled, closing her eyes listening to the sounds.
''Want to brainstorm about this reality? I can't say I think all of this seems all too... Likely to happen.'' She sighed her head low for a moment thinking, her gaze rising to be 'looking' at Peyton with curiosity and a bit expecting him to sit down next to her and to relax about whatever tensed him up.

''Oh seraphin that sounded terribly sweet of you.'' Megumi softly laughed, her head bowed slightly trying not to attract too many attention.
''We should at least reward her trying by not going all distrustful on her... Behaviour, right? I mean, we can all agree on the fact her head is stuffed with so many thoughts and stuff we can't even comprehend, if it were me I'd be on the top of the highest mountain with no one else around me screaming my head off. To be alone when you're such a.... Difficult species.'' She smiled, though a bit awkwardly.
((there you are~ I didn't like waiting either~))