LOG: [Yvette, Marius] In the woods
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xp_logsTwo students have an almost-encounter.
He was cold. Winter was coming around again in that completely unseasonable way it did in the Northern hemisphere, and the Xavier's sweatshirt didn't seem to be doing much good against the chill. The trainers he'd been given weren't of a quality up to his normal standards, either, and he was feeling the drop in temperature through the cheaper leather. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to abandon his walk. He only had so long before he was expected to return to the infirmary and the joys of slaving for Amelia for whatever indefinite period of time the school deemed necessary repentance for attacking two staff members, purchasing a human being, inadvertently kidnapping one friend and being indirectly responsible for the near-fatal injuries of another. If he'd had to make a guess, he might as well settle in.
Marius rubbed his thinning arms and continued through the trees.
From her treehouse perch, Yvette watched him curiously. She wasn't so bothered by the cold as she had been before the changes, although the clothes made for her helped - it seemed that she was feeling more than she had even a week previously, her skin taking on a slightly lighter shade. She'd seen the dark-haired boy a few times before, always alone, always projecting the same air of sadness and despair. It was familiar, and stirred in her the same desire to help seeing her mother in the same state always had. Making a decision, she climbed quickly and silently down the tree, following him as fast she was able. It didn't even occur to her that she was almost invisible in the shadows of the trees and the autumn foliage.
Marius intentionally suppressed the instinct to whip around at the rustle of leaves behind him. The wildlife disturbed the underbrush out here all the time. He didn't need to jerk like a startled animal at every little noise and movement. Still, as he felt a growing sense of . . . something nearby. Not dangerous, but . . . something. A trainer scuffed against the humus as his gait slowed in mid-step, and he almost turned.
His vague unease was derailed by the beep beep beep of his watch's alarm piercing the quiet of the woods. Marius glanced down and bit back a sigh. It was time to return to the familiar embrace of Amelia's icy glare. And, later, Samson.
"Happy one-year anniversary at Xavier's," the boy muttered, letting his hand drop. A sharp wind had begun to stir the withering leaves of the trees above him. Marius wrapped his arms around himself and slipped into the heat of Between, leaving the small girl with nothing but the slightest stir of leafmould.
He was cold. Winter was coming around again in that completely unseasonable way it did in the Northern hemisphere, and the Xavier's sweatshirt didn't seem to be doing much good against the chill. The trainers he'd been given weren't of a quality up to his normal standards, either, and he was feeling the drop in temperature through the cheaper leather. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to abandon his walk. He only had so long before he was expected to return to the infirmary and the joys of slaving for Amelia for whatever indefinite period of time the school deemed necessary repentance for attacking two staff members, purchasing a human being, inadvertently kidnapping one friend and being indirectly responsible for the near-fatal injuries of another. If he'd had to make a guess, he might as well settle in.
Marius rubbed his thinning arms and continued through the trees.
From her treehouse perch, Yvette watched him curiously. She wasn't so bothered by the cold as she had been before the changes, although the clothes made for her helped - it seemed that she was feeling more than she had even a week previously, her skin taking on a slightly lighter shade. She'd seen the dark-haired boy a few times before, always alone, always projecting the same air of sadness and despair. It was familiar, and stirred in her the same desire to help seeing her mother in the same state always had. Making a decision, she climbed quickly and silently down the tree, following him as fast she was able. It didn't even occur to her that she was almost invisible in the shadows of the trees and the autumn foliage.
Marius intentionally suppressed the instinct to whip around at the rustle of leaves behind him. The wildlife disturbed the underbrush out here all the time. He didn't need to jerk like a startled animal at every little noise and movement. Still, as he felt a growing sense of . . . something nearby. Not dangerous, but . . . something. A trainer scuffed against the humus as his gait slowed in mid-step, and he almost turned.
His vague unease was derailed by the beep beep beep of his watch's alarm piercing the quiet of the woods. Marius glanced down and bit back a sigh. It was time to return to the familiar embrace of Amelia's icy glare. And, later, Samson.
"Happy one-year anniversary at Xavier's," the boy muttered, letting his hand drop. A sharp wind had begun to stir the withering leaves of the trees above him. Marius wrapped his arms around himself and slipped into the heat of Between, leaving the small girl with nothing but the slightest stir of leafmould.
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