[yikes]

[transfusionem]

Who: Adelaide & you! Plus some closed prompts.
When: ~July 6th
What: The rampages strike another person, with results that are perhaps a little bloodier than intended.
Where: Around campus, mostly.
Warnings: Violence & blood, at the very least.

a; closed to yuya
[She doesn’t think twice about it, really. The craving she feels getting to her. It’s something she’s felt a lot. It’s something she’s been feeling for months. The desire for blood, the desire to get it straight from the source. Usually, she’s able to ignore it - but why should she? There are so many people here, and so many of them just won’t care.

So why should she stop herself from being herself? That’s what she’s thinking, as she rounds the corner and sees a familiar face.]

Oh, hey.

b;
[It was quick, at least. Maybe that’s mostly because of her, though. She’s fast, and efficient, and she feels better than ever with fresh blood in her veins.

And down the front of her shirt.

Adelaide looks like a horror show, as she wanders the campus, and she doesn’t seem all that bothered by it. There’s blood on her face, smeared like she tried to wipe it away with her arm, and there’s a glint in her eyes. She seems like she’s looking for something, a determined glint in her eyes and moving with purpose.

Whatever she’s looking for, you might want to hope it’s not you.]

c; closed to rex & sherlock
[She’s managed to find her way to her destination. It’s not difficult, tracking Rex. She’s gotten better and better at predicting where he’ll be, and asides from that, she knows his smell by now. They’ve spent so much time together, and they’ve always been so close...She could easily pick him out from a crowd, and find him from miles away.

And she wants him. She’s spent so much time waffling on that, but that’s what she truly wants, isn’t it?]

Rex.

[There’s still blood down her front, and when she grins at him her teeth are sharp.]

I’ve been looking for you.

d;
[All good things must come to an end - and all bad things, too. It hits her, abruptly, that what she’s done is terrible. That what she’s done could ruin her.

God.

She hopes she hasn’t hurt anyone too badly. There’s too much evidence to hope she hasn’t hurt anyone at all. She’s a monster. She finally snapped and someone else paid the price and now what is she going to do? She tried so hard, and she tried to keep it a secret for so long, and now it’s all just…

Ruined. It’s all ruined.

Adelaide knows she shouldn’t run away, but she can’t think of anything else to do. She goes to the roof, in the form of a fluffy back cat, and finds a spot to curl up as she tries to think of what to do now.]

Comments

b

[highelves]

[ well, if adelaide was really looking for the faint smell of blood, ana's the perfect target. she's getting dismissed from the infirmary, bandages in tact, though the wounds are still there. they're still healing.

and they certainly smell good. ]

[transfusionem]

[The scent of blood is enough to get Adelaide's attention. She pauses in her purposeful walk, turning to face Ana. She slows down, before eventually stopping next to her.]

Geez. You look terrible.

[highelves]

[ ana hears someone call out to her, someone unfamiliar. she turns her head and...

blood. everywhere.

her body goes cold. her eyes go wide. she stares at adelaide for a moment before she speaks, eyes darting from left to right for any source of water she can use. ]

Can I help you, Miss?

Aaaaaa

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya stops, looking up and perking immediately when he sees who it is.]

Oh, Adelaide! [He grins.] What's up?

[It's saturday, so he's out of uniform and in a graphic shirt and jeans with a mos-match of jewelry. His usual collar, pendulum, and goggles hanging around his neck. He was on his way out, but he always has time to stop for a friend.]

[transfusionem]

Not much.

[She laughs, softly, before going quiet.

Yuya...smells good. Most people smell good, now, she's noticed. Body odor isn't really a thing. Most people just smell like their blood, which means they smell delicious.]

Just...wandering around. It's kind of a strange day, to be honest.

[hippocarnival]

Because... of what happened with the Herald? [It's been a strange week, honestly, so he can't feel a little unsettled. Right now he's trying to keep his focus positive. Next week he visits his mom with Kano, and it's Nana's birthday and he can't let his mood drag that down.]

B

[infestedcouncilpresident]

[Kohaku sat up at her desk where she’d been wasting time watching YouTube memes when she realized she smelled blood. She focused her sense of smell to try and home into it and found she could smell Adelaide as well. And...something else. Dusty and old and slightly rancid. The smell wasn’t too uncommon around Daybreak but usually it was too faint to pick up without really focusing like she was now.

Vampires. She knew there were some on campus and that they weren’t immediately dangerous, but when the smell was combined with blood like this? Adelaide must be in trouble. Maybe she was being attacked right now! Kohaku grabbed her sword from where it was hanging in its sheath on the corner of her bed and darted out the door, following her nose as quickly as she could.]

[transfusionem]

[What she finds is probably not what she was expecting. There's a vampire, her roommate, and blood, of course, just, you know. The vampire is her roommate.

Adelaide looks over when she hears Kohaku approaching, taking in the sword.]

Looks like you're ready for a fight.

[infestedcouncilpresident]

[She was still looking around for the vampire. It was close. She could still smell it!]

Adelaide!? But you're-

[And Adelaide had so much blood on her. It was almost like...

...But it couldn't be THAT, could it? Could she have missed something that obvious?]

D

[moonlitdancer]

[The solitude on the roof is disturbed by Cat Dancer elegantly jumping onto it. She approaches the black cat, her usual slightly amused smirk absent.]

Did you know, a lot of shape changing abilities don't actually change your scent? Hello Adelaide, My dear Serena would like you to give her one good reason not to break out the stakes and garlic. I'm here to actually give you a chance to defend yourself.

[transfusionem]

[Well, it seems like Adelaide's been found. A part of her wants to just stay like this, and let what will happen to her happen, but...

She changes back, even though she doesn't want to.]

Don't even bother. I deserve it.

[moonlitdancer]

[That's interesting, now isn't it?]

Well now, that doesn't sound like the remorseless, literally bloodthirsty, monster you were earlier today. So either you had a sudden change of heart, or you weren't quite yourself back then. It says something about the world right now that I'm not sure which is more likely.

[heromedal]

[ Rex is, suitably, in the kitchen of his floor trying some experiments in cooking for Adelaide. She feeds him all the time, and he did say he'd try something for her at some point. He was looking over notes and scribbles and attempts to artificially achieve some food she can appreciate when he sensed her approach. He knows how it sounds when Adelaide opens a door, which is an ordinary detail people always make a note of.

So he turns about the same time she says his name and gets the whiff of blood he's so familiar with before he finishes spinning on his heel.

Ah.

Well, he can't say he hasn't planned for this. ]

...Okay. Take a seat, please.

[ The way he's wiping his hands off on the apron he wears over his coat disguises the multitude of protective spells he's covering himself in, that he prepared for the day Adelaide snaps and it's his job to fix. ]

[transfusionem]

[Any other day, and she'd appreciate that. She'd find it sweet.

Today is not that day.

Adelaide does, at least, take a seat. She often finds herself doing what Rex wants, whether she means to or not. Doesn't that mean she should get something for it?

Shouldn't she get what she wants, just this once?]

You know, I've been doing some thinking.

[Which isn't a lie, for as much as she's running off instinct.]

[heromedal]

[ At least she's cooperating with him for now. He's stomping down his panic and staying calm. He nearly jumps when the oven timer goes off, but he doesn't dare take his eyes off of her, twitching a finger to remove the pot from the hob. Calmly serving a small bowl of Czernina. Duck blood soup. It floats over and settles with a spoon doing the same. ]

Careful, it's hot.

[ He doesn't sit, though looks as relaxed as his deadpan face usually does. His heart, not quite so much. He's mostly thinking where he can run away with her to if she's killed someone. Since she's being calm, he wants to take it slow- demanding answers and panicking might just make things worse. Let her say and do as she wishes for now.

Gives him more time to plan and cast. ]

Please, elaborate.

b.

[marmoron]

[So this fool actually got some kind of warning about what's going on with Adelaide tonight, but if you thought this would actually stop him from going out to look for her, you might want to think again.

Given that he's a werewolf, he genuinely doesn't think his blood will actually register as "food" but either way, he's fairly certain he can handle himself if need be. Sparing that, there's always Cosmo to teleport them to safety like the best doggo. Perhaps he's in for a rude awakening. Adelaide isn't exactly hard to track down given the smell of fresh blood following her around, but it's still a little jarring to actually see the state she's in.]

Looks like you've had enough blood for tonight, don't you think?

[transfusionem]

[Oh, Keith. You really didn't think this one through.

He, at least, doesn't smell like food. He reeks of a dog, and Adelaide laughs when she smells him. She smells him before she sees him, and she straightens up to look Keith up and down.]

I don't know if there's such a thing, pup.

[marmoron]

...pup?!

[That's...new. And surprise, surprise, Keith no likey. The smaller puppy beside him makes a low growling noise.]

Okay, look. We've barely talked but James is worried about you so just knock this shit off.

B

[descolation]

[The past few days hadn't exactly been ideal, and there was a mix of emotion brewing in her guts from all that she'd witnessed on the day of the herald's appearance. However, she really didn't want to think about any of that. She made it out alive. None of the people in Daybreak died. They killed Xelvak. She should be happy.

She was happy. Somewhat. Just not as happy as she would have liked. Still, she tries to convince herself everything's fine. It does start to work, somewhat, as she wanders the hallways. She even manages to hum a quiet tune to herself. The thoughts do come back, though. Luckily her good friend Adelaide is here!

...why is she covered in red stuff?]

Adelaide? Adelaide! Are you okay! You're all covered in blood!

[transfusionem]

[Ah.

It's Desco.

Adelaide laughs at her concern, waving her hand dismissively.]

I'm fine! I've never been better, honestly.

[It's so much better, just giving in, instead of listening to the voice in her head telling her to restrain herself. To keep herself from being what she was meant to be.]

[descolation]

[That's...concerning. Still, she supposes it makes sense? Maybe Adelaide just had a really good sparring match that got a little out of hand. Or some other such reason. She doesn't know.]

Ooohhh... Well, Desco's happy you're feeling good, but you don't look so good. Did you get into a really intense sparing match or something?

D

[caduceusoncall]

[After seeing Ana in the infirmary, Angela sets out to find Adelaide before some of the more zealous students do. It's difficult, without any magical senses to speak of, but her Halo is tuned to search for vampiric blight at the moment and that leads her to a cat on the roof. Either it's wrong and she's about to feel silly, or it's Adelaide.

Adelaide won't have any trouble seeing her coming. She's in her swift response suit, in case this is worse than she thought.]

Miss Cooke?

[transfusionem]

[Well, she's made the right choice. The cat looks reluctant, before pushing itself up and taking the form of a young woman.]

Are you here to get rid of me?

D.

[nor_iron_bars]

[Adelaide will probably be able to hear it- the quiet but distinct sound of footsteps, boots on the bare stone of the roof as someone slowly walks toward her. There's a brief rustling noise as someone sits down beside her, a few moments of silence, and then:]

Hey. You wanna talk about it?

[transfusionem]

[The cat looks up at her, before letting out a soft mew. She doesn't really want to talk about it, but Jail is a teacher. She could probably force her to talk if she wanted to.

So she mews, and sighs, and transforms back into a form that can speak.]

Can I say no?