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tiredcharmer ([personal profile] tiredcharmer) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy2019-01-22 09:37 am

THE DETENTION DIMENSION

WHO: Tyzias and YOU
WHERE: Primarily Lumiere dorm, but other places around the academy as well.
WHEN: The week or so after arriving back from the bone horror mission.
WHAT: At Ekkehardt's request, Tyzias develops a security system to prevent students from going on the roof of Lumiere dorm. At least that's what she heard. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Tyzias has refused to accept that for whatever reason she has human limitations now, and created the system while sleep-deprived and under the influence of enough caffeine to kill somebody. Shenanigans ensue.
WARNINGS: Anybody who dares to tag into the roof prompt will experience ELDRITCH HORROR. Be warned, but the roof prompt is opt-in.

Signs and Portents (Closed to Lumiere floor 1 and visitors)
Tyzias isn't exactly the best dormmate, but at least she's far better than her first few days at the academy. She still works late into the night, but the noises coming from her room are no longer unbearably loud. Tyzias even removed the garbage from the dumpster she sleeps in lieu of a bed and deodorized her side of the room. But it seems that of late, she's... relapsed. Now her room not only smells like a dumpster, it smells like a dumpster fire. Explosions rock the first floor every hour on the regular, followed by shrieks of eureka and/or cursing. Every thirty minutes on the dot, she emerges from her room to stumble to the vending machine, pay for three Monsters, guzzle them down in under a minute, and sprint back to her room. And worst of all, the partition that separated her and Shuuji's parts of the room has become a solid wall, with no way in or out.

Somebody should really talk to her about this. But who's going to?

Cutting and Clearance (Closed to faculty and RAs)
Usually, Tyzias is the epitome of a diligent student. She takes notes at a prodigious pace, asks insightful questions, and remains quiet and on-task. Usually. But she hasn't shown up to class for days now, although the teachers still somehow get all her work in their inboxes.

But perhaps what's even more concerning is how Tyzias just popped into existence right in front of you, haggard and red eyes visible from behind her goggles. "JustStayStillForAFewSecondsThisWon'TTakeAMoment," she chatters, jittery hands manipulating rapidly spinning teal runes in the air.

Eureka (Closed to Ekkehardt)
Out of nowhere, an extremely pale-looking student, shivering, clutching their knees, eyes wide and pupils dilated, and wearing a dunce cap of all things, appears in Ekkehardt's office.

Moments later, he gets a message from Tyzias over the network.

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w/e

mmet me @ rof entr


D/D/D (Open!)
There's a new sign on the entrance to the Lumiere dorm roof.

"STUDENTS, DO NOT ENTER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES"

That, of course, is bait for a number of daring fools. There's a fairly large sum of money up for grabs for whoever can brave whatever new security measures the faculty have put up and post proof to the network

But it's there for a reason.

Who dares brave the roof?

Aftermath (Closed to Michael)
Michael feels something tugging at the back of his mind. An urgent, desperate call, by a very familiar--if too busy to actually visit him, gosh--soul.

Tyzias feels very, very scared.
eudaimonikos: (I'd give it to you)

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-23 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Michael, for all his affected lack of interest in most human affairs around here, hisses and grimaces when he sees her. "Tyzias." There's no full circle or binding - dangerous in any other case, but it lets him freely move to her side, where he drops down into a crouch.

Even if it's alarming to see this happen with her, Michael's far too experienced to be squeamish. He takes everything in quickly - a lot of this is bad, but not imminently going to kill her - and reaches for her organic wrist to take a pulse.

...oh, wait, that arm's fucked up. Let's try the jaw? "Are you high?"
eudaimonikos: (on the way to language)

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-24 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Michael pulls his hand away and drums his fingers on his knee, like an escape valve for the anxiety he's trying to keep off his face. While he doesn't really know what's in Monster energy drinks, he's got the gist of it. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Not this - " He gestures vaguely at all of her, " - I mean mentally."

Okay, let's see. The missing arm had, ironically, been easier for him to deal with. Cauterizing wounds is basically a helpful form of violence, and thus pretty much in his wheelhouse. Healing and first aid, on the other hand, are rarely studied by daemons. Most of what he can do is just imagine how he'd cause an injury, and then work backwards from that.

"I'm going to put your arm bone back in," he decides, "stop that bleeding, and then we're going to the school nurse. That's option one, I guess, option two is you make a contract with me and I fix it all."

But that's something he's tried to get her to do a million times, to the point that he only offers because...that's what they do. He's already lining himself up to get a good grip on that arm.
eudaimonikos: (you're the one habit I just can't kick)

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-24 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd take good care of your soul, you know," Michael replies idly. "Not that I want it anyway, I don't have much use for souls these days. You're just harder to keep tabs on, I might steal your eyes - "

And, as if he was deliberately talking to distract her from what he was about to do, that's when he shoves that arm bone back into place. He could easily melt the skin back together, but that's not healthy; he'll settle for killing any bacteria that's gotten all up in those wounds. Disinfection - a micro form of violence!

If she weren't all burned, he might pick her up. Instead, he just opens a portal beneath them. If Tyzias is at all conscious anymore, this is going to be an extremely disorienting trip featuring a lot of weightlessness and rushing blue light. To the medics!
eudaimonikos: (what is called thinking)

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-25 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
...well, that's probably something he should address at some point.

But he can't do that if Tyzias's soul actually leaves her body, so for the moment, Michael resolves to focus on the matter at hand. All the wounds and shit. He keeps a hand on Tyzias's shoulder as they warp, and calls out once they get there: "Hey! Gonna need some help over here!"

(( Do you wanna summon whoever plays the school nurse, or should we timeskip? ))
eudaimonikos: (a treatise of human nature)

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-27 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Sitting by a hospital bedside is just so painfully cliche.

Michael does it for a while anyhow. He's there the whole time Tyzias is getting patched up, at least, hovering and bristling at various medical professionals. But after the activity dies down, and they're only waiting for her to wake up from her much-needed sleep, he starts to get antsy. Sitting here like this feels too...open. If people saw him doing it, they'd know he...what, cares about her?

But if he left, he'd feel bad. And he'd probably just sit in his office measuring out the time until he felt like it was safe to go back down.

So whenever Tyzias wakes up, the room will appear totally empty, until Michael drops the illusion of an empty couch he was holding up over the couch he was laying on. Was...was there even a couch in here to begin with? "Oh, you're up," he says casually, as if he wasn't hanging out here.
eudaimonikos: (I got dreams of my own)

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-27 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah - "

Michael seems startled by this reaction. He swings his long legs off the couch and is back at the bedside in a few quick steps. One of his hands hovers awkwardly over Tyzias's shoulder for a second, like he isn't really sure what he's trying to do here. " - for what?"
eudaimonikos: (make it on the list)

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-27 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Michael hooks a chair and drags it over, settling down with his forearms resting on the edge of the cot. "That's a weird thing to say to me in particular." It's not that he feels guilty, really, for all the things he's done. He wouldn't do a lot of them again, but he's immortal. There's too much past there for him to spend a lot of time thinking about it, not if he wants to get other things done in the present.

Still, he's hardly blind to the fact that - according to human systems of morals and all that - he probably deserves significantly less than a cushy job at some mortal school with a lot of people who aren't even trying to backstab him.

"What brought this on? I mean, that all looked like you did something really stupid, but it wasn't too much trouble to fix." Magical healers are good to have around!
eudaimonikos: (the republic)

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-28 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, for fuck's sake.

Michael considers that, and then repeats it for the benefit of his audience. "Oh, for fuck's sake." He twists around in his chair to face the shadows, choosing to just ignore Tyzias from here on out. "What."
eudaimonikos: (moral agency)

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-28 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Boy, speaking of cliches.

"Nah," Michael responds, folding his arms over the top of the chair and laying his head down on them. This is obviously some kind of bullshit magic thing. That's fine, he'll deal with it. To a mortal's eyes, he's not really doing anything - he looks way too relaxed for what's going on. On another plane, though, parts of him are detaching from that physical body to mantle aggressively. "You should go."
eudaimonikos: (please come through)

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-28 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The atmosphere in the room is getting increasingly oppressive.

But okay, is this some soul bullshit? Michael's pretty unclear on what precisely could cause something like this. Man, he should've spent more time studying human souls instead of consuming them and/or ripping them up for fun!

"...fine," he decides, absolutely without pulling any of those disparate parts of himself back into his human shell. "We can hang out. Let's chat - what's your deal?"
eudaimonikos: (and in the end if I don't)

lol, take your time

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-28 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"...well, shit."

Michael's not gonna just relax; this one seems too murderous, regardless of her deal. But he tugs his body into a more comfortable position, before sliding most of the way out of it. He wants to get a better look at this, and this bit of Tyzias seems capable of perceiving him.

(From the outside, it probably looks like there's just a corpse slouched over a chair in here now. Whatever.)

"I could tell you had a contract, but you know. Half the people here have one." He gives a sort of intangible-daemon version of a shrug. It hadn't seemed like that big a deal; he'd have dealt with it when her contractor came calling. Assuming he was even capable of fighting them anymore...well. Later. "Those arrogant mage families are always doing things like that. How are you making a band on this plane of existence?"
eudaimonikos: (the sickness unto death)

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-01-30 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Suuuuure..." he agrees off-handedly, pretty blatantly just checking this out. He reaches out a...limb? Thing? To try to poke the hollowed-out soul bit. "Music's cool, I like music."

Michael has no experience in fixing human souls. Very much the opposite, for all that he's worked with them a fair amount in general. "You know you can't actually kill her, right? Physically, murdering her body and everything? I doubt you'd survive that."

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