You waste your time with hate and regret [Open]

[hattersgonnahat]

Who: Puella with some Kit cameos, and anyone else
When: August 21st-September 1st
Where: Campus
What: Post mission recovery, post mission blues, and apparently, Postmates.
Warnings: It seems almost mandatory that every Puella log contains sad now



A - Thawing Out (Infirmary, Aug 21st)

[Nothing about it was very serious anymore, but it didn't hurt to be cautious at any rate. Ice magic at that caliber was no joke, and the last thing needed was a rebound because no one had been supervising her.]

[Despite it still being summer, Puella was under at least three blankets, had a heat pad going, and somehow was still feeling a bit cold and shivering occasionally. It kept her in bed and easy to check on at least, but it was far from pleasant. And yet somehow it could've been far worse.]

[The most Puella could do was try to sleep it off and wait for her body heat to come back, but she was also open to guests that wanted to try to cheer her up. There was...plenty of that needed too, given everything else that happened.]

[At a later part of day one visitor did make their way to peek into Puella's room for a few minutes. They did not really say anything though. Did they actually go to this school? Were they even human for that matter? They looked almost like an oversized plush doll than another kid...]

[Of course, they quickly tried to dash off the moment someone else approached anyway.]


B - The Waiting Game (Lum Floor 1, Aug 22nd and onwards)

[Very rarely does Puella try to find Ekkehardt at his room, or even try to go in there for that matter, but she stay right at the door wanting to go in. Alas, it seemed to be lock for the time being. Maybe because it'll help in recover faster, or maybe so his casket won't get vandalized anymore.]

[Regardless of the reason, Puella tried giving the door a tug and no use. Not that she tried very hard at all, but it was obvious it wasn't going to open up any time soon. Or maybe she just didn't actually want to see what was inside. ...So she paced around the door instead. Maybe, just maybe, if she stayed around long enough Ekkehardt would open it on his own and come out. And...]

[...No, it wouldn't be that easy. She saw what happened to him, and it wasn't pretty. How exactly was he supposed to come back from that?]

Ekke..? [She asked too softly for anyone to hear. No reply. She glanced down at the floor with her vision starting to blur.]

[Puella found a sofa available in the common room to curl up on. She...needed a moment. None of this would've happened if she hadn't been so careless.]


C - Delivered in 30 Minutes or Free (Campus, Anytime)

[As the start of the school year got closer, Kit was beginning to make himself a little more known around the academy. Not because he really wanted to, mind you, his English and French was horribly broken so there was barely anyone to communicate with. And there was still...his over all appearance not fitting in to worry about as well. But the trips were quick, faster still because he was nervous about being seen, which worked out well in a way since he always did get everything delivered on time.]

[So whenever he was seen, he was always carrying something. A coffee here, takeout there, way too many energy drinks everywhere - all of which seemed to go into one of two directions: Avery's apartment or his office.]

[Come to think of it, that dark purple cloak and aesthetic kind of matched with Avery's too. ...Weird.]


D - Wildcard

[Surprise me with anything.]

Comments

[hattersgonnahat]

[It was pretty heavy, but also not. Strength was kind of an unusual thing for him when his body was less a body and more just a vessel he could control around. Somehow they're entirely different. There was only so much the doll body would let him do but it also doesn't really pain him either.]

[In any case Kit abruptly stopped. Looked at her, looked at the box, and looked at her again. The English lessons were starting to pay off, since he understood most of that.]

...Can you? [He spoke with some kind of heavy German accent. He was half suspecting more of reaction, he wasn't so sure what to say.]

[Or you know, if Avery would get mad if he brought someone else along.]

[unlogic]

[If Avery would get mad about it then she'd take the blame; she made the offer first, before being asked.]

I can. Here— [She reached out, but didn't take the box just yet, leaving Kit an opportunity to change his mind if he wanted.] Let me carry it, and show me where it needs to to go.

[hattersgonnahat]

[He hesitated, but finally lets her have it. It's like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Figuratively and not.]

[And for a moment he just watches to make sure Desidera had it. Sort of half in awe - how can she lift that much?]

['where to go' - oh right.]

--This way! [Kit very quickly runs ahead. He seems...pretty joyful about it. This was much better than having to carry it on his own.]

[unlogic]

[Well, he certainly looks happy to have the help, and he sure is also running off pretty fast. Desi follows along at a fairly quick pace herself, but not too quick as she doesn't want to run the risk of losing her hold on the thing.

Hopefully Kit knows to wait for her to catch up a bit before taking any turns that would put him out of her line of sight.]

[hattersgonnahat]

[As soon as Kit noticed he was going too far ahead he starts to wait for Desidera to catch up, while also staying alert in case anyone else show up. There was still quite a ways to go.]

[Once they made it to the Savant dorms he slowed down a bit. There was few people that came all the way over here, safe for the occasional faculty, so it felt safer for Kit to roam around. That and Avery's room was basically right there.]

[He got the door open and checked around inside first before letting Desidera in. It's all good!]

[unlogic]

[Following Kit into the room, Desi glanced around out of mild curiosity before looking to see where he would want the box to be placed. Once told where to put it, she set it down gently, having assumed this entire time that it might be something fragile.]

And there.

[She turned her attention away from the box and back to Kit.]

Was that the only one, or are there more?

[hattersgonnahat]

[Kit stood there for a moment, processing that. He finally just shook his head. Only one box, thank goodness.]

[Desidera's help does save him a bit of time though. He could definitely use a break right about now. Although there was something bothering him about her - the ears and red eyes. He hadn't really noticed then until now.]

...Daemon? [Kit slipped back to his old German. Had he still been bound to the mask he probably would have hid in terror already. Now he was just intrigued. ...His outlook certainly had changed in a short time.]

[unlogic]

Ah...? [Following his gaze as well as she can, it looks to her like he's looking up at her face, or maybe at the sides of it. That, plus the single word being spoken like a question—regardless of language, really—makes her think that he's seen the signs.

Assuming that to be the case, she responds:] No, not exactly, my parents are human. I'm like this because of a contract my mother made.

[The lack of looking over her head suggests that he hasn't noticed the horns yet, though. But as they're almost the same exact color as her hair, they probably blend in fairly well.]

[hattersgonnahat]

[Kit looked a little confused yet again.] Not...a daemon?

[A contact between a daemon? Some daemons were made that way too - stories about that existed in the forest anyway.]

[But, if Desidera still wanted be considered human, perhaps he could still do the same.]

[--Oh right, manners.] ...Thanks for help.

[unlogic]

Not completely. Partly, maybe. [She was born with her corruption, so depending on how one looks at that, she could considered as exactly what she is—a corrupted human—or she could be seen as simply part-daemon instead.

As far as she's concerned, both views are correct; though she typically identifies herself as the former and appreciates when others do as well, she won't disagree with the latter.]

Ah, you're welcome, and I wouldn't mind helping again. If you need to find me later, I'm staying in the Aube dormitory, room 203.

[hattersgonnahat]

2...203. [He can remember that. Aube right?]

When I have time. I go. [Likely not meant for it to sound so...abrasive? There was only so few words he had to work with.]

[unlogic]

[She did notice the difficulty he has with talking, but she's...reasonably certain that this is an admission that he'll take her up on that offer when he has a chance. That other bit, she's not entirely sure if it's a continuation of that same admission and he was just figuring out how to try to say it, or if he's telling her that he needs to leave for now.

Leaving him with just the dorm and room number doesn't seem like quite enough, though, so just in case...]

If you need to ask for me, my name is Desidera. [Normally her self-introduction is done in Italian, but she deliberately avoids doing so here to make things easier on him.]