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DO YOU FEAR THAT IT'S NO USE
That if you fight, you'll lose what little you have?

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The Academy was nothing short of an amazing place. A refuge for those deemed different; a house of learning and protection. It was here that so many found solice and purpose in their lives, many coming to learn about themselves, their powers, and how they can impact the world.

Delacoix needed none of this.

He was not even a student within the school, though his teenage looks made him seem otherwise. This evening, the Vampire was sporting a black sift shirt with matching slacks. Carefully placed sunglasses lay upon spiked dirty blond hair, where they always stayed. He couldn't remember the last time he actually used them as anything but an accessory.

The Corperation had worked its magic in getting Delacoix inside. Registered him, gotten him his living quarters, and basically everything else needed to keep questions away from him when he entered. As far as he was informed, attending classes weren't mandatory, nor was any sort of attendance. In theory, one could exist within the walls of this institution without actually being forced into any sort of event. Which was desired, when your job here had nothing to do with learning.

Soft footsteps fell upon deaf ears withing the large antechamber of the Academy. Though there were not as many individuals strolling about as there were during the afternoon hours, it was nonetheless busy. Groups of people, talking animatedly or playing some sort of game, lined the walls of the beautiful room. None paying any sort of attention to Delacoix, which was of course, fine. Going unnoticed made the task laid before Delacoix that much simpler. Social complication never really suited him anyways.

With a small small suitcase in his left hand, containing many armaments and tools layered beneath clothing, Delacoix pushed slowly through the hall. Careful to take his time, not only to not draw any attention to himself, but to take in everything he could about this place that he could. Though he'd been a driving force behind the last raid upon the building, all of his informatio was, until now, external. Armed with knowledge of the inner workings of the facility, the second raid could only be more potent, yes?

But the next raid was not going to be any time soon. For the time being, Delacoix needed to focus more upon a target. Fumbling about the pocket of his slacks, cold hands retrieved the Blackberry so kindly purchased by the Corperation, to which the briefing of his latest job had been sent.

Rêve;

PROJECT LOOKING GLASS;;

Simply put, Rêve, you're organizing the second attack. This time, we're going to be more successful; greater numbers detained, less loss of life, less awareness. You're in charge of seeing to those three points going smoothly. Furthermore, you need to find us a gifted of particular value. Next briefing after target is a acquired.

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Lips curled into a slight smile as the device was put back away. There was no doubt in his mind that Delacoix was going to have some fun with this one. Find a promising Gifted, one of social value to the Academy and research value to the Corperation...

As if on cue, (and it was, thanks a swift, unseen kick) the Vampires case erupted open, with clothes spilling everywhere infront of himself. His weaponry and anything else that would make such a chance meeting unfortunate was safely stowed in hideen compartments. Exaggerating a face of frustrating, a low sigh escaped his cold lips as he bent over to begin picking up his garments. Hopefully someone would be decent enough to come over and lend him a hand. After all, who can resist a face like his?


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[Skye Malizia]

.hold my hand let's chase the sun

we both know something's begun.

It would be too simple to just go and help the guy out. She had to play with him a little.

The Italian walked forward, watching Delacoix struggle with his spilled luggage. As she got nearer, her plan grew more solid, and she couldn't help but laugh lightly at her devious mind. She was in a good mood today, and felt more than a little playful. It had been a while since she'd had much fun with anyone, to be honest. The stress of her over-admiring friend and then the stress of being ignored by the boy she might actually like had left the girl more than a little harried. So today was going to be for her, and she was going to have fun.

She knelt down, as though to help him collect his belongings like any decent human being. As she pulled various items into a pile, she gave him a shy smile and let her eyes dart quickly away from his face. He was cute, that was for sure, and she could do with some healthy flirting. But before all that...

"What is this?" Skye asked, shocked. She lifted up a pair of handcuffs ringed with pink fluff. They dangled off her fingers, and she turned to look at the boy with a look of curiosity and surprise.

Her lips twitched as she fought back the smile that would give her away. To fight the grin she knew would come, she tried focusing on the boy and his reaction. What would he think? How would he explain himself? Would she let him off the hook and tell him it was all a trick? She was just going to have to wait and see how things played out. What kind of boy was Delacoix DuRêve?

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Check.

As anticipated, someone quickly rose to the occasion, displaying honor and valor in the form of collecting socks. What was not anticipated, however, was the attractiveness of the individual. If his time was to be spent leisurely here, perhaps his outlook upon the situation would not have been so bleak. Not that opinions aren't subject to change.

As the last few articles of clothing came together, their eyes connected for but a single moment. In this moment, the aged, black eyes of Delacoix gathered that this girl had an agenda. She wasn't simply being a kind bystander, who had the intent of walking away the moment the mess was cleaned. No, she was going to use this opportunity, but for what? Regardless, this was good news.

The grimace upon the Vampires face faded into a soft smile as they rose, the last of his articles collected. Or so he thought. "What is this?" the woman called out, voice full of surprise.

Her surprise was incomparable to that of Delacoix. A single eyebrow cocked in mild confusion as he pondered just what such a thing might be doing there. He had no recollection of ever owning such a thing (using being an entirely different story), and there was no logic to them being in his possession. Was this some sort of sick joke of the Corporation's doing?

"Those..." Delacoix began, letting a hint of his french accent slip from his lips like silk as his black eyes moved from the cuffs to the eyes of the woman. "Those have to be the best icebreaker I've ever encountered. After all, what women doesn't find herself at least a little intrigued by the very sight?" he grinned, slowly zipping up his case once more. "And see, here we are, talking. They strike again," Delacoix giggled, extending a cold hand to shake that of his first encounter.

Checkmate.

It was only at this point did he realize that this was most likely her doing, if anything. Which only fueled the Vampires burning need to know why. But it would have to wait, as his focus was upon his composure. After all, lesser men would have locked up, or shouted something rather vulgar at the accusation of owning such frilly things. Lesser men didn't have confidence, or didn't know how to display it. Too bad for them. Confidence is nothing short of an aphrodisiac.

"Delacoix DuRêve, a pleasure, Ms...?"

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[Skye Malizia]

.hold my hand let's chase the sun

we both know something's begun.

Suave! Sophisticated! Sensual!

And totally not her type.

A little disappointed that the boy wasn't the least bit flustered, but admiring that he was able to turn the offending pink accessory in his favor, Skye replied with a soft laugh. No, pink hand-cuffs didn't intrigue her the way he suggested, she just figured they'd be the most embarrassing thing a young man could have in his luggage.

She let him introduce himself, and she shook his hand. She noted the cool temperature, but in the dead of February, her hands weren't much warmer. Not wasting a second thought, she continued with the formalities.

"I'm Schuyler Malizia," her eyes trailed back down the the illusion on her fingertips, "it is nice to meet you, Delacoix." With the longer sentences, her heavy Italian accent became more pronounced. "You can call me Skye."

She helped him pack up the rest of his things, and carefully folded the handcuffs in a shapeless article of clothing. She cut off the projection, so if he went to investigate them further, they'd be gone. Of course she'd accuse him of being a magician or something, and flatter him with enough compliments that he would have no choice but to believe her innocent of the crime. But she just hoped he waited to examine them later when she wasn't around.

As she straightened up, her cheeks became flushed with the level change. In the chilly February air, pink-tinged cheeks were an accessory every girl had, wanted or not. She didn't want the boy to think she was blushing.

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Hesitation.

Delacoix did something wrong. But what? He didn't pause to think on the matter, for it really didn't, well, matter. He wasn't in this to score with the girl tonight, nor any other physical desire that most men concern themselves with. If anything, the Vampire simply needed a friend.

But he did need to investigate why his confidence didn't go over.

"I'm Schuyler Malizia," she spoke softly, Delacoix following her gaze down to the fuzzy cuffs on the end of hand, "it is nice to meet you, Delacoix. You can call me Skye." Italian. Of course.

They put the remaining items away in relative silence, a second indication that something was amiss. Not forgetting the subtle glance set upon the pink cuffs, Delacoix felt the need to see them for himself. They were standing face to face now, at a point where Delacoix felt she would say her goodbyes and part from him. This couldn't be allowed. Reaching through the fabric of the suitcase thanks to the extraordinary phasing ability he possed, Delacoix smiled to Skye as he realized that they were not in his case.

"Someone's been bad," he commented, pulling his hand from his case, empty handed. "You almost had me choke up. I'm impressed." The grin upon his face belied his frustration. Because she actually did almost have him there. Considering his age, his profession... Such a thing should not happen. No exceptions.

"So uh, I don't suppose you would be free right now, would you?"

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[Skye Malizia]

.hold my hand let's chase the sun

we both know something's begun.

Her eyes widened as his hand passed through the suitcase. She hadn't counted on that. His soft smirk and words of accusation made her nose wrinkle in protest. She didn't appreciate his being 'impressed'. Usually she got away with these things. Of course, she knew nothing of his skill; he meant his statement as a compliment. All she heard was an insult, and that he held himself superior to her. Suddenly she wanted to be anywhere but here; she didn't want to explain her little trick to him. She didn't want to owe this stranger anything.

His inquiry to her plans made her cringe inwardly. His confidence, his attitude... he was a creature designed to lure people in. He had an attractive face and a musical voice, and he couldn't repel her more if he whipped out a rose and charmed her with poetry.

"Free? Actually, I'm heading to the Library," She was an excellent judge of character, and Delacoix with his airs and je ne sais quoi didn't seem like the type to hang about libraries. Neither was she, if she were being honest, but she figured that a boy with his suitcase would rather wish to find his accommodations and settle in for the night. It was getting late, and his lack of worry worried her. Who was this comfortable alone when the sun set?

"Very urgent," She lied, not caring if her story sounded false to her own ears, "book for class."

She didn't understand his desire to be with her. He didn't seem affected by the handcuffs. Perhaps they'd given him the wrong idea? Maybe she would have to project a vampire at him to frighten him off. The thought made her lip curl; clearly she was unaware of whom she was trying to get away from.

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Not as planned.

Delacoix understood exactly what was going on. What. He failed to live up to the expectations laid out by Skye, for herself, about him. Evident in the swift, yet lame, excuse to seperate herself from him. Once again, the Vampire was left riddling over the 'Why'. But at this point, it did not matter. This woman was clearly not the type of friend he was seeking. If she was going to try to distance herself from him so rashly, then he didn't need her. Quite simple, really.

"I see. So you seek me out, only to blow me off. Interesting. Enjoy the library, Schuyler Malizia." His words remained soft, his tone, polite. Yet, it was clear to feel that distaste set inside them. His respect for her had been lost. So too was there no longer a concern for her feelings or opinions. The cold, insensitive Delacoix had returned to consciousness, prioritizing his goals here.

Gracing Skye with a solemn nod, he began to walk on past with his luggage in hand. He could certainly learn this place on his own, if need be.

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[Skye Malizia]

.hold my hand let's chase the sun

we both know something's begun.

Schuyler was raised to be a lady. Polite, considerate, and accommodating. Her mother would be shocked at her behavior, and thinking about this made her cringe at the harsh edge to Delacoix's words. He was no longer charming and sweet, he was frigid and unwelcoming, but it was defensive enough to make her feel like she was the bully.

"Look," She spoke up just as he passed by. She wasn't used to doing the chasing. Besides, her boots weren't cut out for running, "I did not mean to insult you. The library can wait..." Skye didn't want to leave the invitation completely open, in case she felt the need to escape again, "...for now. I have some time to help."

The red-head raked her hand through her hair a little violently. This boy frustrated her, and just like him she was puzzling over the 'why'. What as it about him that rubbed her the wrong way? He reminded her a lot of the boys in Italy who thought they were the most fabulous, beautiful creatures on the planet. His accent was not American; his English too clean. Skye had a soft spot for the rugged country boy who blushed when he spoke, the one who stumbled over his own feet because he wasn't used to walking on flat ground. Delacoix was a refined gentleman, stripped of all naivety and awkwardness. His calm and collected demeanor which most women found intoxicating and alluring did nothing for the girl. The only hint that he had a good heart beneath his polished surface was the icy retort he fired at her on his exit. And even that wasn't very attractive.

"Where are you going?" She asked, trying to hide the sacrifice behind her words. Skye would much rather curl up in her room and read the Cosmo she hadn't gotten to yet. But here was her good deed of the day, going to a young man who called her out on her little trick. That part didn't appeal to her either, but she was mature enough to admit that it was her fault, and he was not to blame for the discovery.

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"Look," came a voice from behind Delacoix, unexpectedly. There was no doubt in the Vampires' mind that his words would have irritated her to the point of turning about, and stomping from the Antechamber. Confusion struck a blow once more. It was as if she was playing incredibly hard to get. If that was the case, then he had to admit it was very well played indeed.

"I did not mean to insult you. The library can wait..." she spoke slowly, tentatively. Officially, Delacoix gave up trying to play games with Skye. This woman was so all over the place, he couldn't place what, if anything, she was after. While both of them were busy playing games, there was no way this would work. So he'd have to be the bigger individual and relingquish his first. "...for now. I have some time to help."

As her last words fell from her lips, he stopped mid-step and straightened his back. Musing, Delacoix lowered his head as if the ground were to be giving him some kind of insight. Sadly, it did not, leaving Delacoix to turn upon his heel to once again be facing Skye. While his grin and enthusiasm had faded somewhat from his face, they weren't replaced by bitterness, or anger either. Instead, Delacoix's face reflected his silent contemplation and thoughtfulness.

"Where are you going?" Delacoix kept his eyes upon Skye as his mouth opened to begin. But no words came out. Where was he going?

"I... I don't know, exactly," he admitted, shaking his head, "I don't know where I should go first, or where anything is. I just have to find my dorm before morning..." Delacoix admitted again, frowning and shifting uncomfortably for a moment at the very thought of what all the beautiful glass upon the walls would mean for him in a few hours.

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[Skye Malizia]

.hold my hand let's chase the sun

we both know something's begun.

She watched him, her blue eyes observing him like a scientist watching a test mouse. She missed nothing, catching the delay between his open mouth and his uncertain words. To the discomfort he experienced when admitting a weakness. This boy was so accustomed to being in control, being powerful in one form or another, that relinquishing the upper hand was cause to squirm. Skye was too accustomed to being equal to everyone around her, thinking of herself as no better or no worse off than any one of her peers. This was where the difference between them lay, she realized, and why exactly she wouldn't get along with him.

What privileges did this boy have that made him feel so entitled? She wondered, what must his life be like to curse him with such an outlook? Of course Skye would think his personality a curse; it was too familiar to her, too close to the people she was escaping from. How naive of her to think that self-assured, silver-tongued devils only lived in Italy. Delacoix's charm would not work here, and this discovery made him uncomfortable.

She tried to disguise her smirk as a warm smile, but the coy spark in her eye betrayed her. She wouldn't take advantage of him; she'd teased him enough for one night. But handing her the reigns to this night was like telling the horse to go have fun, and just make sure to bring the carriage back before dawn.

"Yes, it would be nice to sleep a bit before class," Skye agreed, missing the reasoning behind why he was embarrassed about the sunrise. Perhaps he thought she was one of those party girls who could stay out all night, and he was ashamed to admit he wasn't that sort of busy-body. Regardless, it was another discomfort for him, and another reason to smile for her. The more he struggled, the more he appealed to her.

Now, Skye wasn't a sadist by any means, but Delacoix was slowly becoming the kind of boy she might be able to like. She wasn't thinking of this now, but his hanging head and the way he couldn't quite look her in the eye... it made her detest him a little less. It wasn't exactly like speaking with Tristan or flirting with Noah, but then again it wasn't like trying to run away from an over-zealous Italian man either. Delacoix was almost... endearing.

"I show you to the boy's dormitories then," She didn't want to stress him out too much tonight, and drag him around the campus for a full-on tour. "I show you classrooms we pass too."

She gestured in the opposite direction he'd been heading, as though this proved he needed her help.

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