Hello school. Saga skipped happily through the gates, bopping her head from side to side as she jumped through the air, her little flick on the top of her bead bouncing left and right along with the rest of her pitch black hair. She twirled a blue knife around her right hand, leaving a small faint icy trail behind her as she spun it up, and down through the air, three other daggers hung sheathed in her belt, two on her left and one on her right, along with other little pockets and pouches bumping against her hip. School, school, school, school, I'm gonna join a school. School, school, school, schoooll... Her singing dropped slightly till she stopped and looked down. Huh. She shuffled a foot slightly, then spun it in a circle, making a little vortex in the black mists on the ground. Hehe...Is this Atrus's little work...he always was a drama-queen, hah. She stuck out a finger and dipped it into the fog and scooped out a small waft of the dark stuff. She spun her finger round causing the fog to wrap round into a small clump, she brought it up to her face and gave it a brief examination, before popping it in her mouth and plopping her finger out.
She spun it round her mouth for a few seconds, trying to get a good taste of it, then swallowed and made a face, sticking her tongue out. Eugh, too sour to be Atrus, tastes like undead...lizard man maybe? Interesting aftertaste though, but a bit too light. She smacked her lips and used a finger to give her teeth a quick rub before skipping and singing down the hall again. Inside the classroom, Atrus suddenly stopped groaning and slowly raised his hat off his head, a look of surprise eminating from him as he tilted his head to the side slightly. Is that...singing? he asked quietly as he tried to place the odd voice that was coming near the classroom, there was something familiar about it, something that was causing some numerous unpleasant effects inside him.
Saga coughed slightly as her voice wavered, she was still trying to kick the breathy and innocent accent she had been using for the last few months back in Vladestria, charming place, good beaches and weather, terrible food though, one of the main reasons she'd left, that and she'd stabbed the young prince before taking his knife. She sighed happily and patted the back left sheath, it was enjoyabe to have the full set. As she rounded the corner, she saw a red knight peeking through a door and immediately stopped singing. She daintily skipped up behind the warrior and looked around him to see "Athrogates" name on the door. She paused and bit her lip as she considered what to do next before a wicked grin appeared on her face. She slid a foot between the knight's legs and placed a hand on her back and pushed, hard. She leaped back from the door and bounded down the hall towards her original direction, not looking back to see the results but grinning all the same. Right up until she ran past an open door and a thin hand reached out and picked her right off the ground by her collar and pulled her back into the tiny dark room horizontally .
Naughty, naughty, naughty. a voice tutted behind her as she squirmed angrily in the air and tried to lash out behind her, swearing in various languages and impossible sounds just as Atrus heard. WOW, That certainly isn't language a young girl should now, some of that isn't language anyone should know, some of that even I missed A finger-snap broke through the darkness and the candle hanging from the ceiling burst into life, illuminating the closet. The hand spun her round and she froze mid-way through a punch, the cold anger in her face froze and melted into uncertainty as Chris grinned at her. She was pretty sure the grin was a bit too happy, even for a skeleton. errr... Saga looked him up and down, and started to squirm slightly, but now it was just from an urge to get out of his death grip instead of to attack. Now, now, none of that. It might be best if you just wait in here for a while until that knight you pushed forgets about you and calms down. Plus I really should be giving you a talking too. His skull warped slightly as the smile grew. Been a long time since I had a personal one-on-one chat with a pretty young girl. Saga's jaw dropped as she stared at him...at least until the wicked smirk came back with interest. Very upfront, aren't you Sir? She began to chuckle as she slowly brought her hands up from her hips along her body, wrapped them tightly around Chris's arm and squeezed. I like older men. What did you have in mind Sir? Chris begin to chuckle as well as the little candle spluttered out.
-"I'm sophisticated, charming, suave, and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilized."