The Scientist

[tiredcharmer]

Who: Tyzias and YOU (But especially Jade and Lumiere students)!
Where: The Academy's medical ward.
When: The weekend after the Detention Dimension weekend.
What: Tyzias finally has a heart attack after spending so long overworking herself and accidentally opening a hole to a horrifying eldritch dimension on the roof of Lumiere. Oops. And now she no longer has a place to shove all her depression, so double oops.
Warnings: Heavy depression. Like, seriously, no joke.

Tell You I'm Sorry (Open)
The news doesn't exactly spread wildfire. Tyzias isn't nearly popular enough for that. But after several days of being only sighted as a wild-eyed, shaggy cryptid, something trickles back to the ears that care enough about Tyzias to listen: she's in the medical ward after suffering a heart attack.

If anybody cares enough to check, Tyzias is lying in her cot, curled up away from the door. It's impossible to tell whether she's awake or asleep.

Guessing at Numbers and Figures (Closed to Lumiere)
Finally, Tyzias is deemed healthy enough to be released from the hospital. It's late in the day when she trudges back to her dorm, head hanging, wallowing in her own thoughts. Hiking up the stairs, she reaches her room. She looks up at the wall that she put up to separate her half of the room and Shuuji's, expression unreadable. Then her face twists into a snarl. One after another after another after another, she summons her circles, aiming her lasers at the wall. As the blasts impact, the wall slowly comes apart, chunks of plaster crashing to the floor and crumbling apart. After a grueling, loud five minutes, Tyzias kneels down among the rubble, panting. Then slowly, every so slowly, she begins collecting the sheaves of paper notated with half-mad notes. Her eyes are halfway between despairing and determined.

You Don't Know How Lovely You Are/A Science Apart (Closed to Jade and Gongenzaka)
Tyzias needed... space. Somewhere to scream where she couldn't be heard. Someplace where she could yell into the ground so she wouldn't explode. So under the moonlit night, Tyzias ambles out onto a glass knoll, lays down, takes out her jacket, and stares up at the moon.

Then, as promised, she opens her mouth and lets out a scream that had been building for a full day.

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You Don't Know How Lovely You Are

[atomicultimatum]

Jade had come out here to get some time away from all the people. She'd been surrounded by sounds and smells all day, and had wanted somewhere to retreat to after trying her hardest to deal with it all on top of learning all she could get her hands on. She wasn't immediately within sight of Tyzias, she was just a ways off, a form in the distance.

She'd only been moved into her dorm room a couple days ago, and often found herself not using it despite the colder weather and temperatures elsewhere. So she hadn't known Tyzias was here. She hadn't gone onto the roof since someone mentioned a project being worked on for it, and she hadn't heard of the aftermath.

And so now she was here, hearing a scream, and answered it with a howl. It didn't matter to her who it'd been, that scream held anger and pain clear as a sunny day, to her. So she answered it, and then moved closer to the source to see who it was.

[tiredcharmer]

The howls, they were getting closer, she had to run had to run but there was nowhere to run to they had her blood oh god they had her blood they'd find her they'd find her

Tyzias's pupils dilate, and each breath comes out as a wheezing gasp. She scrambles to her feet, casting wildly around to find who-or what--ever howled. They couldn't find her here, right? They couldn't. At all. No. But still...

[atomicultimatum]

Jade pops up within sight and stills. Was this? She shakes her ears and tail out, hoping it'd help, and gets a little closer, squinting. A sniff, some cautious steps forward and stopping again to assess the information.

It was her.

"Tyzias!" She starts, bounding over closer to her friend. She might sound a little choked up, even though there isn't a tear in sight yet, "Ty-" She's scared. Her friend is scared!

"Tyzias? It's me... Jade." She whines, her ears low even as her tail is wagging hard enough to throw her off balance as she inches forward. Jade hopes Tyzias hadn't forgotten about her after more seasons than she'd cared to count, "It's just me..."

[tiredcharmer]

That's it. It was official. Tyzias has gone completely off her rocker. Jade was dead. Tyzias saw the werewolf get dragged off by the Grand Dickwad himself while she was struggling to stay conscious through the pain of a newly-absent arm.

But even if Tyzias hadn't gone full-on crazy, this was the last straw for her tonight. Well, having a heart attack was the last straw. The world just wanted to keep on stomping on the camel's snapped spine, though. Tyzias's jaw goes slack, and she holds a hand up to her mouth. She stumbles back, seeing a ghost. "J-Jade?" she manages to choke out.

[atomicultimatum]

Oh no, Tyzias had in fact not gone crazy or insane, or anything like that. Jade was really there, practically tackling her friend in a hug now that there was confirmation that Tyzias remembered her. It was all she could do to contain herself there and not be moving and hopping around, though her tail was making standing completely still a hard feat to accomplish.

"You're alive." She had seen the metal arm as she approached, had smelled the metal even. She got a close up of a small number of scars, too. Jade held on tight with desperation, not wanting to let go least Tyzias just suddenly vanish.

It helped that Tyzias was taller than her, now.

"You're alive," She repeated. She didn't want to let go. She didn't want this to be something concocted by some sort of rune or spell, "I missed you." She smelled different, but six years would do that to anyone. Jade wasn't bothered too much by it. However, that scream had bothered her, now that she knew who had made it. She wanted to know what had made Tyzias so angry and sad and hurt.

Tell You I'm Sorry

[subconmodo]

Well this was just wonderful. He'd managed to find a student who actually had a modicum of talent only for her to end up shoved off into the medical ward for a heart attack.

It was almost as if the whole world had sit down and decided to inconvenience him. Just delightful.

If he were still back in his forest he would have left the girl for dead--likely to recover or no. There's a part of him that still wants to. No expectations, no disappointment. That was just how the world worked, wasn't it? It's the kind of advice he'd give these kids if they asked.

But he wasn't in his forest, hadn't been for years, and death was harder to come by in a place like this than the twist of Avery's wrist and the swift removal of someone's head. And so, at the very least, it seems in his own best interest to look in on the girl and make sure there's still a brain rattling around in that head of hers.

A balled up piece of notebook paper goes sailing at Tyzias from halfway across the room, aimed straight at her head.

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias just lets the paper hit her. She's quiet for a few moments longer. Then, her voice cracked with pain and yet somehow still cold as ice, "Fuck right the hell off or I will make you. Let me wallow in peace." Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed. And is dealing with full-force negative emotions and actual depression for the first time in six years.

[subconmodo]

Avery snorts at that. "Right. Like you're in any condition to do that. At least now I know you're awake." He approaches, folds his arms, and promptly leans back against the wall, making himself comfortable. "Going to have to pass on the whole wallowing thing though."

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias heaves a sigh. There was nothing she could really do about this, was there? Dammit. At least she could complain to maybe the one person on campus who could maybe, just maybe, understand.

"...fuck. I can't be having feelings," there's sure some major disgust in her voice, "again like some stupid twelve year-old, I have shit to do. How the fuck do people even deal with this bullshit?"

Tell You I'm Sorry

[spelleton]

Ekkehardt doesn't need to hear about it, mostly because he's taken responsibility for her care and the news was delivered more directly, as it were.

He mostly leaves her be, at first. He makes constant checkups and wakes her up to eat (and makes sure she eats), but that's not something that requires conversation.

Eventually, though, he pulls out a chair and sits. Just waiting for her to respond.

The silence is expectant. He doesn't want to force her to speak, but he is waiting for...something. An explanation? An answer? An apology?

He doesn't say anything.

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias stays hidden beneath the covers, stalwartly facing away from Ekkehardt. Ten minutes pass, and it's difficult to tell if Tyzias is sleeping or not. Then, voice cracked with pain, she mutters, "Fuck. Off. I.. I can't deal right now. Just fuckin' leave." There's another pause, the tension palpable in the air. Then Tyzias says something that Ekkehardt knows deep down in whatever marrow he has left is not something Tyzias has any business saying: "Please."

[spelleton]

"I'm not planning to say anything. Nor do I expect you to."

His voice is...not cold, but it's sterner than the tone he usually takes with her. "But you are, for this moment, under my direct care - so for the time being, you'll have to tolerate my company. I can hardly leave a patient who's suffered a heart attack without supervision."

[tiredcharmer]

"All this bullshit is my fault, so you should just f... fu... fuck o--" And then Tyzias bursts into tears. Ugly sobbing, chest heaving and snot included. In all his time knowing her, Ekkehardt has never seen Tyzias cry once. "God fuckin'--" she punches the cot, still crying. "This isn't supposed to be fuckin' happening. I can't have fuckin' feelings like some dumbshit kid I have work to do."

Tell You I'm Sorry

[unpocoloco]

By nature of waking as most of the world retreats to bed, Héctor is solidly out of touch with the majority of what goes on. Classes, chaos, all of it. Not even rumor mill rolls well at night.

Beyond a vague worry at the whispers of someone suffering a heart attack, he doesn't think much of it. Maybe it was a celebrity, maybe a relative, but it's not much his business and he does have his own un-life to get on to.

It just coincidentally takes him here, in for a late night check up with Ekkehardt to see how his bones and blight are reacting to the healing spell. Which is when he sees her upon the cot. He stops in his tracks.

"Tyzias?" He doesn't know if she's awake but he moves to her bedside all the same, confirming it's her before he slumps down in the chair beside her. He whispers, "Oh niña, what did you do...?" But with only so many dots to connect he thinks he's got an idea.

[tiredcharmer]

"Fuck off," Tyzias mutters, burrowing deeper into her cot's covers. There isn't any of her usual venom or sarcasm in it, though. Just... a bone-deep weariness and despair. She stalwartly refuses to look Hector in the eye... or too look at anything, for that matter. Tyzias's eyes are screwed shut.

[unpocoloco]

He blinks a little, straightening in his seat, only to relax again after a second. "Ah! You're awake. Buenas noches then, Tyzias."

He puts on a small smile, in case Tyzias looks. But he's certainly not going anyway regardless of whether or not she does.

"You're who they were talking about then, weren't you? About the heart attack. That or you've worn yourself some other way." But she'll be hard-pressed to convince him she didn't. "I won't gloat. I'm sure you've heard enough of that. But I'll say I'm glad you've gotten help and I hope you get better soon."

[tiredcharmer]

"Yeah. Turns out drinking an average of one Monster drink every twenty minutes isn't all that fuckin' great for your health," Tyzias mutters. In retrospect, everything she had done after she refused to admit defeat and go to sleep after forty-eight hours of sleep deprivation had been a terrible, terrible idea. But Tyzias was still rather irritated with her body for trying to tap out so quickly. It could usually handle so much more than that.

Lumiere one

[redcarmen]

After the lasers and wall crumbles are done and over with, the door to the suite cracks open, and a certain head peeks inside.

"I heard that you were back." Carmen glances down to the... well, parts of the wall that are more floor now. "Literally, as it were."

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias doesn't respond other than to grind her teeth so hard Carmen can hear it all the way from the door. She did not have time for this. She had to fix it before anybody got hurt. No distractions, no feelings... well, there were supposed to be no feelings at times like this. Tyzias didn't have time to wonder why she was suddenly feeling a prodigious amount of self-loathing.

Open

[thebreakfastbug]

"Hey," Bee says as he pokes his head through the door.

"Just coming to check on you. You okay? Relative to having had a heart attack, anyways."

He wasn't going to make a huge, gigantic deal out of it. Bee had known Tyzias just long enough to realize she wouldn't appreciate it. Which didn't mean it hadn't been one, and if she tried anything like it again he was going to tie her to a tree. But potential tree-tying was a problem for Future Bee and Tyzias.

[tiredcharmer]

A belly-deep, agonized groan erupts from the mound of blankets Tyzias is huddling under. "FUCK OFF! WOULD YOU PEOPLE STOP CARING ABOUT ME AND LEAVE ME TO WALLOW IN PEACE?" There's some rustling beneath the covers, then two middle fingers worm their way out of the blanket mountain to flip off Bee. Looks like someone's grumpy.

People caring about her was just so exhausting. She hated having to deal with it.

Open

[eudaimonikos]

Michael will be here whenever Tyzias wakes up! He's relocated back to the couch he dragged in here earlier, long frame stretched across it like he's been there for a while. There was a box of tissues in here, probably for concerned visitors of students stuck in the infirmary, and Michael's tearing them out and burning them one-by-one with a shadowy sort of energy.

"Just so you know, I hate every part of this," he comments lightly, once he sees she's awake. He could stand to be nicer, and even he kinda realizes that, but he's got a lot of disembodied malice to burn off, and also this situation is genuinely a whole fucking lot. "What the hell? Why?"

[tiredcharmer]

"Fuuuuuck, I get it, alright? The Detention Dimension was a bad idea. I already feel terrible about it, no need to rub it in. Just let me wallow in peace," Tyzias gripes, glaring at Michael... then her eyes drift down to his hands burning with shadowy energy. Now that was interesting. She hadn't seen anything like that before. It looked like some kind of empathy-based magic at first glance, which was strange enough for an offensive manifestation like that. Was Michael branching out?

"Waitwaitwaitwait. Don't leave yet. Needta take a look at that." Tyzias fumbles for her goggles, straps them on askew, falls out of bed, and starts stumbling towards Michael.

tyzias why seems to be the question of the day

[eudaimonikos]

"The what?" Michael frowns at Tyzias. The tissue in his hand burns away, and he opens his hand to let the few remaining ashes scatter. It is not enough to make him feel better. God, you know what he's really craving? A murder spree!

He's a little too distracted by sudden-onset murder fantasies to notice that Tyzias is getting out of bed until she's already done it. "Oh come on, sit down." He tosses the tissue box aside and rises, reaching out to support her. And, presumably, try to direct her back towards the bed. "You just had about a hundred things wrong with you. And I'm just realizing now that I don't even know how that happened, but the point is, you should lay down."

[tiredcharmer]

Tyzias feebly protests, but she can't offer much in the way of resistance in her current state. The nerve of these people trying to take care of her, sheesh. Once she's been properly herded into bed, she shoots Michael a dirty glare, then begins explaining. "Basically, some idiots broke onto the roof of Lumiere and one of them fell off. Being the absolute fuckin' genius that I am," the amount of sarcasm layered in Tyzias's voice is almost toxic, "when Ekkehardt asked me to implement an alarm when I was super sleep deprived and refusing to accept it, I decided to make a pocket dimension instead. It was supposed to be a blank white space with a desk, paper to write an 'I'm sorry' essay on, and a pencil, but instead what I got was some sort of fuckin' hellmurder infinite eldritch void dimension because my blood-Monster energy drink content was, like, 2%, and I don't know when to stop. When I found out what I actually created, I flipped the fuck out, teleported to my room, tried to fix it, overworked myself even further, and had a heart attack."