(STILL open) The Loud Mouth and The Three Stooges

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Boy's never gonna learn to just keep his loud mouth shut

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Three large boys chased the smaller teenager down the hallway. Heart pounding Jadyn darted around a corner only to slide on the school's floor sending him crashing into the wall. Laughter and yells echoed down to meet his burning ears as he scrambled back to his feet. Crap, crap, crap, crap! His eye patch had nearly fallen off that time and his hands desperately tried to straighten it. Why couldn't people just leave him alone? It wasn't like he sought out trouble or purposely went around ticking people off. But nooo everyone seemed to think he had a giant target painted on his back. If his brother had been here his life probably wouldn't be so hectic, but as it was he faced bullies nearly every day.

"Hey! Gaydyn, slow down we just wanna play!" The young dragon rolled his eyes at the little nick name they'd given him. Like he hadn't heard that one a million times. Dodging around a group of chatting girls he wished that someone in the school would actually give a rats behind that he was being hunted down. He heard the girls squeal as the group of boys charged through them, and knew that they were gaining on him. Just his luck that those big oafs could actually run. Curses flew from his mouth as he felt at least one of the jerks closing in on him rather quickly. "Come 'ere ya scrawny brat!"

A hand clamped down on his upper arm yanking him backwards off his feet. Yelping Jadyn was slammed into a wall suddenly surrounded by his three favorite people. He could tell that his eye wasn't exactly normal anymore because everything looked sharper, but they didn't really seem to care. "So what should we play today fellas? Hot potato? Dog pile? Or should we just have a go at it and see how long he lasts?" The other two laughed at the obvious leader of the group as he man handled the smaller boy into an empty classroom.

Please someone see this. Please... "So which one of you is Curly and which one of you is Moe?" He kicked at the boy holding him only to receive a solid gut punch in return. Coughing he fell to his hands and knees figuring that hadn't been the best move on his part. "I mean you're all pretty stupid so it's kinda a toss up, but everyone needs a name to define themselves right?" A foot flew toward his face and he rolled just in time to dodge it. Now on his back he stared up at three rather angry looking idiots. "You know from this angle you guys kinda look like bloated goblins. Only bloated goblins have more brain cells."

"That's it, runt. Now you're gonna pay."

"Wait? I wasn't paying before? Then those hits were free? Awesome, I love getting hit for free." He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. Fists came from all sides and none of the words coming out of their mouths were very complementary. Thrashing he was doing his best to ward them off but it wasn't going at all in his favor. Clothes were getting torn, and bloodied. His eye patch was somewhere but it didn't really matter where. Claws adorned his hands but even that didn't turn the attack around for him. Why did the strong always target the weak? Couldn't they target each other? It made more sense to him to actually fight someone that would match you in strength. Make things more interesting and would show who was the toughest bully around. But since when were bullies big thinkers.

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[Claude 'Stormy' Miranda]

Stormy had just finished finally unpacking her dorm room. So now all she needed to do was tear down the extra, useless shelves where her text books were supposed to go and replace it with her pack-rat pile of techo junk. She dug through her bags until she found a drill, looked at it, looked to the wall, looked to Kavik, looked back to the drill, muttered 'fuck this' under her breath and dropped it back in the bag. When it came to orders that she needed to fulfill, she got to it ASAP, when it came to makeing a room and furniture stuff, she procrastinated everything to Hell. But whatever, she had straight A's with out even hacking into exams. For now she'd just go somewhere with her laptop and make Kavik the left over chicken breast.

She pulled the terriyaki chicken out of the container it was in and headed to the school cafeteria to warm it up in the microwave. Once it was done she began to wander the halls, chicken in one hand and heavy hacker case in the other, looking for an empty class room to do her work in. School work? No that was pointless. Something possible illegal. It was her hobby. As she was walking through the halls a boy ran past her and Kavik and she ignored him. However a group of gorilla ass-tards ran past her, practically knocked the chicken out of her hand, and nearly trampled her poor husky to the ground.

As they vanished around a corner Stormy looked to her bewildered dog then back up. She usually had her emotions in complete control and never, ever got angry. But when some idiots nearly trample her dog and ruin his lunch, it was on. She walked down the hallway just as a door slammed. She gave Kavik his chicken and then approached. She stood in the doorway as they pummeled the kid from before and waited until they noticed her. When one of them did he laughed like a loud fool.
"Sorry, little girl, this show is a little too violent for your pretty eyes. Why don't you just head on your way?"
"Pretty eyes? you have no idea you worthless bucket of lard."
Claude thought to herself. Even so, she stood there in silence as a few more punches were thrown.

Finally they noticed she wasn't leaving and faced her.
"Are you deaf? I said beat it!"
"You nearly knocked me over in the hall."
She paused as if to let them speak, but began before they could anyways.
"I really don't care about that. However, you ruined Kavik's lunch and ran over him too, he's kinda pissed at you."
The large husky started to growl at them. They looked like they were about to advance but she let the leash have more room and Kavik jumped slightly forward at them. He was barking loudly and she was sure they'd start to bitch and whine about how she shouldn't have dogs in the school and blah blah blah. Then she'd respond that he was only half dog, the other half was a wolf, and oh he was dying to hunt. That always scared them.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

And that's when the crap hit the fan.

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Pain, curses, pain, curses, pain, barking? Blinking Jadyn and turned to find a girl standing in the doorway with a dog. He was being saved by a girl and a puppy? This was brilliant simply brilliant he would almost prefer being beaten than being saved by such a odd pair, almost. One of them decided to chide the girl, but the other two seemed content to just empty their adolescent rage into his body. A growling half breed dog was scary sure, to a scrawny boy who feared anything with pointy teeth. But to three large teenagers who probably had gifted powers, or were some even scarier race? Not so much. Couldn't I have been saved by like a werewolf? Or heck I'd go for a really scary pixie right now!

The girl seemed to not care about the boy getting pounded into a bruised, meat patty, which was just lovely for him. What had she said? They'd bumped into her? Well, if that was what got her mad and got them off of him he didn't really care why she was there. "Hey, you mind scaring them a bit more? I don't think puppy there is doing the trick. Maybe you can throw a teddy bear at them. I hear morons are terrified of teddy bears." Another punch to the jaw for that little side comment. He just loved being punched in the head it made the world turn into a disco globe.

"Take your puppy and beat it chicka we're busy right now. We can play with you later." The leader of the trio winked at her as he grabbed Jadyn by the collar of his shirt lifting him about a foot off the ground. Not the one to take things lying down the young dragon swung his leg and connected with the tall older boy's special area. A loud howl followed and Jadyn fell to the ground with a painful thud. Crap, just my luck. A frickin' werewolf. Scrambling to his feet he went to run out of the room only to be snagged by the back of his shirt by a clawed hand. This was going to hurt. A lot.

A second later he as thrown across the room crashing into about seven desks on the way. I need to hire a body guard. Groaning he slowly got to his feet thanking whatever divine being that first came to his mind that he was a war dragon. His blue eye fell upon a half changed werewolf and two idiots who looks only a little afraid of their leader. They must not be anything fancy then which explained why mister wolfman was the head dog. "Please tell me you have more up your sleeve than a puppy!" Jadyn yelled from across the room and instantly regretted it.Note to self: Never bring attention to yourself when there is a ticked off werewolf in the room.

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[Claude 'Stormy' Miranda]

For whatever reason, Stormy was actually considering breaking one of her own rules. She was beginning to get a little angry. Maybe it was because she was after all, half demon and she was a little low on life force. Feeding off Kavik, even a tiny bit, not even enough to phase him, was completely out of the question. As they continued to pound the smaller boy she gave Kavik a tiny tug. These guys reeked of not only BO, bad chilli, but also of loup-garoux, or in simpler words for them, lycans. So they were lycans? No wonder Kavik didn't do anything.

She stood there for a few seconds, debating what to do because she was just gonna let Kavik scare the crap out of them but that obviously failed. Whatever, she was in it already. besides, the thug leader just called her chicka. Chika. He was so going to burn for that. She came back to attention as the smaller boy was thrown across the room, his snide comment from before never registering in her ears. Her brow twitched slightly, it reminded her of when she was little like that. Small and innocent and unable to defend herself, depending on Vince to protect her. She leared the hard way life was a bitch waiting to slap you or, in her case, burn you with some cancer stick lighting instrument and shatter glass over your body.
Fuck these guys.
She told Kavik to sit in the hallway before closing the door and locking it.

As the now half transformed lycan and his two goons advanced on Jayden their ears perked at the sound of a high whistle. When they turned Claudine was standing in the middle of the room with a vacant expression, staring them down with cold blue eyes. Despite what someone was about to witness, she wasn't angry at all, anger was pointless, she was just putting on a show.
"You know, I never was one to stand by and watch."
No, she wasn't, she was one to walk away and not give two shits. However, they called her little girl, chika, and completely underestimated her.

It was in this moment, that they seemed fed up and were ready to pound evena girl like her that her eyes turned completely white and small bolts of lightning began to spread out from the edges of her eyes. She brought her hands away from her hips and raised them to her sides, wind began to blow around violently in the room, the windows were flung open, desks were sent flipping over eachother, and papers were going about in a whirlwind. She leviated up into the air, her gaze on the ceiling. The apperant leader let out a growl and her attention snapped right to him. She directed her hands forward and a small bolt of lightning hit all three of them, sending them flying in the opposite direction.
"C'mon, you wanted to play. Let's play."
Her last words were dripped with a well acted out venom as she began to float towards them.
"Sucks when the little guy has back up, doesn't it?'

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Scoooore for the lady with the lightning bolt eyes!

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The girl started walking away toward the door with her dog and Jadyn felt like the world had just turned its back on him. So much for having some mighty savior come to rescue him from the big bad wolf. The three were advancing on him slowly for they were in no real rush. Why should they, what looked to be their only challenge was leaving the room. In his mind he was officially screwed and started backing up toward the wall knowing that he was going to be hurting really badly in about five minutes. But to all of their amazement the girl hadn't left and was actually speaking to them. From the beating and the crashing into multiple desks his hearing was a tad off, but he was pretty sure the girl just challenged all three stooges to a duel.

As the wind picked up his arms flung over his face trying to protect himself from say a thousand paper cuts. A desk smacked into him sending him crashing back onto the floor with a groan. Oh, great I'm being saved by one of X-Men. Whatever, it's better than the dog. He stood just in time to see the bullies get smacked with a lightning bolt and get sent flying. Well, that was darn impressive. Eyes wide he turned a scared yet impressed look toward the floating girl. Either this was going to go smashingly because the three would whimper and run away, or she had no control over her powers and they were all going to fry. He was really, really hoping for the whimpering scenario.

"You psycho b****! You're gonna pay for that!" Says the hairy leader, Ah, he must be Larry because that was the one with the most hair, as he stood glaring with amber wolf eyes at the girl. The other two stood as well looking just as furious as Larry. Jadyn inched away from the fighting four careful not to bring attention to himself. If they wanted to duke it out then they could have at he was not going to stick around and receive the crossfire. Speaking of fire one of the minions of Larry shot a beach ball sized fireball at the floating electricity girl. Goodness gracious great balls of fire, minion number one can do something! Glad that he hadn't just said that aloud for once the boy dove behind a few desks. This was bad, very bad, and he really wanted a teacher to show up and stop it all. But that would mean he had a centimeter of luck in his body, and well, he didn't.

Larry, the wolfman, leaped into the air fangs bared and claws ready to slash up some girlie flesh. From his hiding spot he silently cheered for the girl to electrify him till well done. The other two decided to back up their oh so brilliant leader by shooting random spells at her obviously not knowing what spell to use, or how to aim. All the while the very pulverized teenage boy huddled behind the desks even though they tended to move a bit in the uproar of wind.

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[Claude 'Stormy' Miranda]

Claude took a moment to glance around the room, some of the desks had broken legs and some dents in the wall, but she was careful to keep the wind contained enough not to break any windows. As the leader jumped towards her she dropped to the ground and onto her back, pressed her feet to his abdoment and practically flipped his harry body out the window. He was flung quite a distance, her demon strength doing her justice of course. It was best that she take it outside so the school didn't get any more damaged, not that she cared about this dump anyways, but she just didn't want to get caught.

Rule # 2 - Don't get caught.

As the fireball was flung towards her she rolled over to the side and dodged it. She then stood up and moved her arms, a gust of wind pushing them closer to the window but they still didn't go all the way out. She must have underestimated how much they weighed, which was very odd. As spells began to fling in her direction she bolted towards the window herself. Just as what looked like a bunch of ice was about to hit her she did an odd swan dive move and her slim body easily went out the window and on to the grounds.

She scrambled to her feet only to find herself surrounded. God, why did she get herself into this bull shit. Oh yeah, she was acting like a fucking idiot and broke at least three of her own damn rules! Well if she backed down now she'd look like a wimp, and as much as she didn't care the demon side of her was prideful like her father. Despite her inner termoil her facial expression remained calm and her eyes bored, the white had faded for now. If she used much more weather attacks she'd be starving, and with out a pact she was low enough of life force as it was.

Instead she started to use her bio crystallization. Because it was only in stage two she couldn't transform that fast, so she'd have to distract them with one last weather trick. Just as the named 'Larry' came towards her she spun quickly and a good sized dirt devil sprung up around her, shielding her from view. However it seemed that the lycan fellow had some sense and knew that dust devils weren't enough to stop a force from coming through. Instead of stepping back like his grunts he leaped through and tackled her out of the dirt devil. She let out a small yell of surprise as she was pummeled into the ground and his fangs ripped into the arm of her jacket.

As he hovered over her on all fours, her arm locked in his mouth it seemed she had lost. However, a look of distain came over the lycan as he realized just now that she had beomce fully crystalized. His fangs may have penetrated her jacket, but not her arm at all. She drew back her free hand, and the hard crystal summed with her demon strength meant seroius pain for this pup. As her fist connected with his jaw, a very puppy like howl of pain came from him as he was sent flying back and into the dirt. She stood and took her jacket off, tossing it to the side as the other two looked at her, unsure of what to do against this apperant mega woman- and she had only used two of her abilities so far.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Never gonna knock her down, she's gonna keep tossin' 'em around.

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Wind, lightning, spells, and lovely conversation was flying about the room like a chaotic tornado. Nothing seemed to faze the girl however and she seemed invincible to the stupefied boy in hiding. No matter what the three boys threw at her she batted it away without a second thought. Was she one of the teachers here and he just didn't know it? He didn't know such powerful students went here, and he could only stare at the fight in awe. Many times he thought that spell would hit her or the wolfman would get his jaws on her. But nothing could touch her, and regretted all those insults he'd thought up earlier. Who'da thought a girl and her puppy would cause all this chaos?

He was just about to make a dash for the door when she dove out of a window. For some odd reason the three idiots seemed to follow her, though he was pretty sure none of them could fly. How high up were they anyway? Running to the window instead of the door he leaned out to see how the fight was going. Then he realized how high he was and yanked his head back in before he fainted. At first he thought well the danger was gone so might as well head to his room and work on homework. But his personal Jiminy Cricket poked him harshly telling him that the girl was in that fight because of him. The least he could do was stick around and watch even if he couldn't help her out. Gazing out the window he saw Larry the wolfman tackle her and his heart went up into his throat.

Either A) he jumped out of the window and tried to help or B) run down the hall yelling that a fight was happening out on the grounds C) run away period D) run to the grounds and try to help her. A and D would probably hurt and might just end up making things worse for her. B would only paint a bigger target on his back at the tattler, and C conflicted with the whole conscience thing. Another problem with A is the fact that well he was terrified of heights, but by the time he actually ran outside the fight might be over with. As he was doing all of this contemplating the fight continued on. At the howl Jadyn jumped nearly two feet in the high and yelped in surprise before looking outside. He didn't know what had happened but the three were facing the girl who was now without a jacket. Was it in some rule book somewhere that tough people when in a fight needed to shed clothing at some point in time during said fight? Because it sure happened a lot.

If things started looking as though the girl was going to lose he'd 'jump in' to help, but until then he'd do the smart thing and stay out of it. She didn't need the distraction of him being there, nor did she need to have to worry about him. Though he didn't think she really cared about all this at all in truth she looked kind of bored. Standing and staring he watched from his safe spot hoping that the three idiots would just run away already. It wasn't like they were going to win anyway. Not against Mighty Weather Woman of Invincibility mistress to the fearsome Puppy of Barkingness. Nope they didn't have a chance, at least, not in Jadyn's overactive mind.

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[Claude 'Stormy' Miranda]

Claude's eys stayed fixed on the three stooges for a few more seconds as she stood her ground like some kind of Greek statue of war. After a few moments she finally spoke, breaking the silence.
"Unless you want your organs hanging outside of your bodies, I suggest you get out of my face in the nexy three seconds"
To prove she could do it she glanced at their trousers. Each of their lower apperal seemed to wither and crack before they fell to the ground in a pile of ash, the three of them left standing their in their boxers and....tighty whiteys? Man, he was a tough one.

Stormy did a quick, threatening flex in their direction which made them flinch and them bolt away, stumbling over their own feet. She sighed heavily as her body returned to a normal form, well, her Legion anyways. The young woman pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. Man, she was going to need to kill a tree to sustain the life force she had just lost.

Stormy headed back in to the Academy at the closest entrance. She seemed to vanish for a few short moments before reappearing outside the classroom that was now a mess to collect her dog.
"Good boy."
She said kindly to her big dog, patting him on the head for being a good dog and waiting patiently for her. Claude spared one glance upward at the boy, who was standing half way out the window, before turning sharply on her heel and heading down the hallways.
Someone should've been alerted by now, otherwise everybody working this Academy really was an idiot.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

And he was left to pick up the pieces.

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The fight had come to a rather abrupt and unexpected end, but Jadyn wasn't too shocked at the outcome. The girl seemed to be some sort of demi-god or something. When she disappeared from his view he turned away from the window thinking she was coming back to the classroom. Eventually there she was outside the classroom he spotted her through the window in the door. He went over to unlock the door to maybe let her in, but she simply walked away.

Without a word to him she left, no question if he was alright, no snide comment about staying out of trouble, or even a demand for a thank you. If she was done with him then why should he try to prolong things? He wasn't going to chase after her and bow to her for saving him. Because in truth he didn't think she had done any of that for him, but for herself alone. From what the girl said before and during the fight that is he concluded that she didn't give a care if he was hurt, alive, or dead. If she wasn't going to care about him then he wasn't going to degrade himself by going after her. He might thank her some day but from the looks of it she was done with the whole situation.

Turning to the trashed classroom he sighed in defeat knowing he should probably clean it up. The people who should really be cleaning this up was that girl and those idiots. Considering they had been the ones who had effectively trash it. He was pretty sure that none of them were going to take responsibility for the mess so he might as well take the blame. It was somewhat his fault for all of this starting anyway, for it was his fault for existing that those boys even picked on him in the first place. Head bowed in resolution he started picking up the desks and chairs that were tossed about the room. Anything that was broken he put against the wall, and made multiple stacks of paper on the teacher's desk. No one had come running at the sound of him getting pulverized (the girl coming because of her own personal vendetta did not count), and no one had rushed to the sound of a battle ensuing in the classroom. He felt so very watched over and protected.

As he tried to pick up a desk pain erupted in his side and he looked down but didn't see anything. Musta pulled a muscle or something. Ignoring the pain he pushed on to arrange the classroom, to the best of his ability, back to the way it had been before. Once again he was glad of his race, though it pained him to do so, that he was a relatively fast healer. He took a deep breath leaning against the teachers desk after setting another pile of papers on it. His body felt weak as though he were about to pass out, and every time he bent over and stood up his head went funny. It would be just his luck if he had a concussion wouldn't be like it was the first time he'd had one.

Jadyn moved slowly to sit in the teacher's chair only to find it not there. He groaned turning to look for the piece of furniture. After a few minutes of looking he realized it was part of the pile of debris against the wall. A stream of curses flew from his mouth as he hurried over to the chair pieces lifting up a leg and what he assumed was once part of the back. Nothing in his power could fix this chair. He leaned forward to rest his head against the wall the pieces still in his hands. Could this day get any worse?

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[©erridwen Corrigan]

Cerridwen walked quickly not happy. She was not happy at all. Students, were trying to trash her room? Honestly, that was not cool. Sure she was a tutor, but that was her classroom that she taught in. What the hell? She bristled as she moved down the hall growing closer and closer to her classroom. Why wasn't there someone on hall duty keeping this from happening? Cerridwen had gotten a brief summary of what had happened when a co-worker had called but she hadn't expected her classroom to be as bad as it was. Rounding another corner, Cerridwen stopped as she saw three boys running down the hall. In their undergarments?

"Boys" She snapped looking displeased. They stopped in front of her, and she looked at them unsure of what had happened. Were they the victims? They sure did look tortured. "Dress code. Follow it. Now" She narrowed her green eyes as they stared into them. Cerridwen knew she was one of the younger, more attractive staff at the school. She was a fae. Of course she would be attractive, but when she noticed the pink's in the boy's cheeks, she couldn't help but let her anger simmer, and a small almost unnoticeable smirk play on her rosy colored lips. "Please go up to your dormitories and change. Thank you" Cerridwen ordered without offering them a chance to answer. With that, she paused about to continue on when she had a thought. "And I'd like your names please" She said. When they gave their names with relative ease, Cerridwen was convinced that they were the victims in this situation.

Oh how she was so terribly wrong.

Without another thought of the boys, Cerridwen carried on down the hall, and managed to round one more corner in time to see a girl walking out of the classroom and in the opposite direction.

"hey!" Cerridwen shouted picking up her pace. Where was that girl going? She wasn't walking with urgency? Why? Cerridwen threw up her hands in frustration. "Forget it." She muttered not bothering to chase after a girl she didn't know. Walking into the classroom, Cerridwen was completely oblivious to the boy on the side of the room trying to examine the broken chair.

"Bother.." She muttered going over to papers and looking them over. Some of these weren't her's. These were some of the other teacher's papers...Cerridwen did after all share a classroom. "Awesome...now I'm going to have to sort all of these, and it's going to take me forever" Cerridwen muttered walking around the desk looking for the desk chair. Only when she circled the desk and look up, did she notice the boy picking up pieces to what seemed to look like a chair.

Awesome.

"So..."Cerridwen said, gliding over to him, her wings slowly moving back and forth. "Do you care to explain to me what went on...or am I going to be left to guess and wonder what happened in here?" Cerridwen asked turning her bright green eyes to the boy, giving him her full attention. "And please don't make this difficult or try to run...I would just like to know what happened." Cerridwen stated flatly, clearly worn from rushing across campus, away from her gardening. Lame.

Looking the boy over as she waited for an answer, she realized she hadn't seen him around before now. Was he new? Cerridwen continued eyeing him as she waited for a response.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Disco lights dance before his eyes while the world spins like a marry-go-round ride.

In his own world of despair he hadn't noticed someone come in, and he hadn't even heard the feminine voice the first two times it spoke. Because by now the boy was pounding his fist into the wall with a chair leg in his hand. The pain resounded up his arm and throbbed in his head, which he had confidently concluded had a concussion. Between the pain and the pounding of his heart beat in his ears it made it easy to block out everything around him. What was worse was that he was pretty sure tomorrow the same idiots were going to find him and make him pay for what the girl had done to them. They certainly weren't going to find the girl who'd just whooped their butts and try and make her pay for their humiliation. No, they'd take it out on the weakling instead. Maybe he should just stay in bed tomorrow it sounded like a spectacular idea to him.

A few words slipped between the pain and his fist froze an inch before ramming into the wall once again. Sh*t. Very slowly he lifted his head and lowered his hands to his sides. The words sounded like something a teacher would say though the feminine voice sounded a tad young to be a teacher. His right side was facing her so it wasn't like her could glance at her from the corner of his eye, if he was going to look at her he'd have to turn his head. With his head the way it was it pained him to even think of turning it, so instead he slowly turned on his heal to face the voice. His clothes were torn, bloodied, and though healing, the skin exposed was dotted in bruises, and his face was cut a few times from the force of the blows. Jay lifted his head painfully and finally saw the beautiful, ethereal face that went with the voice. One eye was a light, milky blue, and the other was bright cerulean ringed with a purple bruise.

"Happened...what happened..." He gaze lowered to the chair pieces in his hands and he noticed that his right hand, the one that had repeatedly punched the wall, was bloody. "Some very unhappy people decided to use their powers. Those very unhappy people decided to leave, while I decided to clean it up...or well...try to." The two eyes rose up again hoping that this woman wasn't going to drag him to the head of the school and have him kicked to the curb. There was no where to go to, no where left to hide, and it wasn't like he could go home. A shrug started but he quickly found that to be painful so he stopped. Dropping the pieces of chair back into the pile he sighed and turned to lean his back against the wall. His head was killing him and the room was starting to have little disco lights pop up everywhere.

"I'll clean here as long as it takes, Ma'am. I didn't know they were gonna trash things so much." He mumbled that last bit his eyes darting around the room though only the clear eye took in anything. Slowly he lifted his left hand to his head gently touching the back of it and brought it round to his eye. Blood. Lovely. Someday I'm gonna shift into my dragon form and eat those b*s*ta*ds. Quickly wiping the blood on his pants he smiled up at the teacher like lady and moved to start cleaning some more. "My name is Jadyn Amethyst in case you need to write a report or something on me. I'll take full responsibility for the damages." Though he hadn't really done any of them, sure he'd been thrown into a few desks, but it wasn't like he'd asked or wanted to destroy school property.

After righting a desk he turned a little too quickly and slammed his right hand on a desk to keep himself from falling. He closed his eyes from the pain and the world swirled around him. If his father had seem him like this he'd probably laugh, such a weak pathetic dragon he turned out to be. "You know...you're awful pretty to be a teacher." The room was spinning, wait no his eyes were closed, well something was spinning. "Pretty...colors..." Promptly sitting in a chair he held his head in his hands trying not to faint. "Pathetic...weak...ugh I'm gonna be sick...Gonna eat them, no burn them into charcoal, then eat them." He was rambling into his lap while rainbow lights danced across his vision. Life was super.

[©erridwen Corrigan]

Report him? Write a report? Hardly. If anything she'd send him straight to the nurse's office. What had happened to this poor boy? Cerridwen softened her gaze, her heart going out to him, and his poor beaten body. That's got to be hard. When he started beating the wall though she froze. What...was happening? He looked upset and he kept uttering things she couldn't quite understand, or were those just grunts of anger? Cerridwen ran a hand through her hair not exactly sure how to handle this situation. Was she suppose to call someone? Try and calm him down? Taking a soft step towards him she was about to lay a hand on his shoulder when he froze in mid punch as if he had finally acknowledged her.

Then she heard the almost in audible sh*t.

Yep. He finally knew she was there. "Yes. What happened...were you...that girl? The boys?" Cerridwen asked finally, and officially confused. "Did that girl hurt you? Because she didn't hurt those poor boys it seemed...the three that ran down the hall earlier. They looked humiliated...and they had err...their trousers pulled down." Cerridwen said holding back a small smile. She still remembered the tinge of pink in their cheeks as she had spoken to them.

"Had that girl attacked both you and that group of three boys?" Cerridwen wanted to know. "She looked like she really didn't care about any damage when I saw her leaving, so I can only assume she was the predator in this situation..." Cerridwen shrugged. Why had she just used the word predator? Looking at this boy Cerridwen narrowed her eyes. He reminded her of someone...someone...she knew all to well.

He's gone. He's dead. Now let him die in your head.

Taking a deep breath, Cerridwen cleared her thoughts and went back to the situation at hand.

"No, no, I'll call someone to clean it. You look like you need some water...and to sit down..." Cerridwen nodded. "plus I can clean most of this up. Clearly you didn't make the mess." Cerridwen nodded sizing the boy up. He was tiny. How could he have caused so much damage? It surely couldn't have been him.

"Plus I need to reorganize these papers, so...just take a seat. And I'm Cerridwen. Cerridwen Corrigan, but please...refrain from calling me Ms. Corrigan." Cerridwen requested. "I'm not even an official teacher. I just tutor and work on the landscaping. I'm a fae if you haven't figured it out...aspect is earth, flora" She corrected at the last minute babbling as she walked towards the front of the desk to organize the papers.

When she heard a loud "whap!'' She whipped around in time to see the boy settling himself into a desk. "You must be careful..." She warned giving him a weary glance. She turned her back to him her thoughts returning to him. They were were blind out of one eye....maybe he was a werewolf? Was someone trying to play a sick trick on her? Because this wasn't funny. It hurt. A lot. Having to endure seeing a replica of him everyday...it would kill her. That's just why she would do everything she could to avoid this kid. Her heart couldn't take seeing him every day, he was a very sweet student, but was it worth it?

"You...aren't by chance a werewolf are you?" Cerridwen finally asked looking to him. She needed to know. Maybe if he wasn't that would put her mind to ease. Taking a deep breath, she let her green bright eyes, make a connection with that familiar milky blue and that bright blue eye. "I hope you don't mind me asking..." Cerridwen tacked on unsure if she would offend him by asking. Some are sensitive about who and what they are.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Handling things his own way.

He avoided the questions about who had done the damage at first not knowing whether to rat them all out or not. For one he didn't know if that girl was the type to hunt people down and make them pay for making trouble for her. Another was the fact that he knew that those boys were the type to hunt people down. Also he believed in dealing with his own problems now that he was on his own. He didn't have his brother to protect him and he couldn't just turn to the teachers to protect him either. Moving slowly he listened to her with only half of his attention the other half was a little off seeing as he was fighting staying upright.

After sitting finally he sat there thinking trying to figure out what to say, and what to do. Now that a teacher was there to take care of things did he really need to be there? He figured he might as well answer at least some of her questions for it sounded like she was more of a laid back kind of authority. "The girl was reacting, the boys were...they're my concern." He waved his hand at her with his head still resting in his other hand. Head feeling a little better he stood slowly then turned his gaze to her with a determined look in place. It was his life, his problems, and he certainly wasn't going to tattle like some four year old to some woman he'd never met.

"Werewolf? That's a random freaking question." Having realized that he'd lost his eye patch he now started looking for it within the rubble. "And no, no I'm not. Like what my race is really matters." He straightened and gave her an inquisitive look. "Does it? Are you particular in that sort of thing? Cuz if you are then you're working in the wrong school." Sure he might be coming across as a bit rude, but how many people were the sweetest flower when they'd just gotten the crap kicked out of them? And he was just being honest because the whole species, race, thing could tick him off quicker than a hornets nest being disturbed. People who treated others different just because of what their genes made them to be made him sick.

If she was going to insist on knowing his genetic makeup he might give forth the information, but until she pressured he wasn't going to offer up the fact that he was a war dragon. He didn't look or act like a war dragon, and if he'd been a real war dragon the boys would have been the ones walking away looking like train wrecks. But every species had their weak-links and he just so happened to be his.

Straightening another chair he finally found his eye patch he snatched it up and stood slowly. He knew that his blind eye tended to weird people out and the patch explained things for him. The patch wasn't damaged luckily seeing as he tended to lose patches easily around this place. After tying it off he felt more complete and not nearly as exposed. He glanced at the numerous stacks of paper on the desk and kind of felt bad for the woman. To sort that mess out would probably take more time than fixing the room would. Not like he could help though. "Is there anything you want or need me to do? I mean I did kinda cause this giant mess."

He glared at the room shoving his hands into his back pockets before turning back to the girl. She was nice enough, a little odd in the question department, and seemed a tad spacey but nice enough.

[©erridwen Corrigan]

When Cerridwen heard he wasn't a werewolf she lost interest. Meh. Whatever. Not Eryk. Not that she cared. Eryk was gone. Out of her life. The only remaining memory of him was the ring, and no one knew what that was. She could wear it without being judged. Cerridwen stacked the papers into a pile on the desk, and attempted at shifting it back into place. She wasn't exactly up for talking, and it seemed like the boy didn't really want to converse either, which was again, fine by her, because she didn't want to talk anyways. Her mind wandered onto other more important thoughts.

Eryk needed to die for good in her mind. That was the only thing keeping him alive. She hadn't heard from Maelee in months, she was probably off at some boarding school, or possibly with her father, that part of her life had died. It wasn't like she had wanted to give the little girl up. No, quite the opposite, her father came in swooping her up and taking her with him, just caused Cerridwen even more grief than she had been able to manage at the time, and now that she was finally over everything, it seemed that Eryk was starting to come back up in other ways. Through students? Really? That was ridiculous. He just needed to die. Die. Eryk was dead, and he needed to stay six feet under!

She was going crazy. Cerridwen was going to go absolutely crazy.

At his voice, Cerridwen was brought back to reality though her hands had begun shaking. "Wh-what?" She asked peering over to the boy. "Oh...err...just..if you could fix the furniture" She murmured closing her eyes. "I'll...be right back." She said glancing at him once before quickly sweeping out of the room and down the lone hall for some water. There had to be a damn water fountain somewhere. This was a school. All school's had water fountains. Even the schools in the fae realm had them.

When she spotted one, Cerridwen took a long sip and rested her forehead against the cool stone. "I'm not going crazy." She mumbled looking down to the ring. "Love you..." She murmured to no one in particular though she knew in her mind it was for Eryk. Of course. Always. She really needed to get over him though. Her mind wandered yet again, this time back to when they first met. How he had an aloof smile on his face as he stumbled and tumbled into her gardens. Why had things gotten so difficult? Why couldn't they just go back to the days when it was sunny, and she could just plant all day and not worry about anything else?

This was his fault she was like this. Damn him. Damn him to hell.

Lifting her head, Cerridwen took one last sip before making her way back towards the destroyed classroom, taking long, slow strides. The kid probably, no not probably, he knew she was crazy. Crazy for Eryk naturally. Still never the less, she was crazy.

"I'm sorry, err if you have class you can leave if you'd like" Cerridwen offered giving him a helpless shrug. She was tired, her mind was wandering, going over the few fond memories she still had of Eryk.

[Jadyn Amethyst]

Nothing like making yourself look like an ass.

"Fix the furniture? Do I look like a carpenter to you?" He held up two pieces of a chair for emphasis as she proceeded to walk out of the classroom. Mouth dropping open he could not believe he was actually left to clean up this mess. The only thing he'd broken was one desk and one chair! And even that wasn't his damn fault! Growling he continued picking up debris and tossing them into the various piles he'd created. One for desk parts, one for chair parts, and one for I-have-no-freaking-clue parts.

"Great, just flippin' wonderful. Three goons beat the sh*t out of me. Some crazy girl that controls the weather tears up a classroom, and who gets the blame? Who has to clean it up? The flickin’ victim!” He yelled throwing half of a desk against the wall. “Dammit.”

Crest fallen he groaned as the almost whole desk shattered into multiple pieces. Jadyn might not be the strongest dragon out there far from it, but when he got mad enough he was much stronger than just a normal human. Sighing he glanced around to check if the teacher had returned, not seeing her he bowed his head in relief. At least the somewhat odd teacher hadn’t been around to witness that little act of immaturity. The boy returned to the clean up duty straightening chairs, desks, and depositing debris in the correct piles. It wasn’t very thrilling but somebody had to do it. After the non-broken classroom furniture was in neat rows he started toward the piles.

Just reaching the piles the teacher actually returned honestly he’d figured she’d just left. Maybe to inform a higher authority or get a janitor, or just left. It wasn’t her mess so it wasn’t her business kind of deal. She was a young looking, and didn’t she mention something about being maybe a part time teacher? Or was he just that out of it? He was going with that last one. Glancing at her as she entered he shrugged tossing two more pieces into their respective piles. “Class is not the top of my priority list.”

With what felt like head trauma, numerous gashes, bruises, and just plain ole pains he was not about to sit in a classroom. He was covered in dust, blood, and he had rips in his clothes. No way was he about to go to class. Plus he hated school, but what teenager didn’t? “It’s alright, Ms…” Oh, crap what was her name? He couldn’t even remember a name given to him not five minutes ago? Thinking hurt way too much to even bother. “Ms. Teacher-Ma’m.” Yeah that sounded intelligent.

“Hey, um, since you’re a teacher that means you have powers or something cool like that right? Do you happen to know anything about head injuries?” Sure he didn’t think he was seriously hurt and that he would heal by tomorrow morning but he really didn’t want to chance brain damage. He had enough going against him without being mentally retarded. And if she was a teacher she could at least help him a little bit, or guide him toward the infirmary. Yes, the infirmary sounded niiiice. Whoa wait things were going black. Blinking fiercely he smiled goofily before righting himself. “I’m alright. I’m good. I hate those guys.”

Again he found a chair to plop into but what he thought was a perfectly stable chair collapsed beneath him. The legs must have been damaged at some point. Cursing vehemently as he sat up his face reddened as he realized what words had just escaped while in the presence of a teacher. “Sorry…it..uh..hurt.”

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