| Your Darkness & The Moron || Villain Skills and Histories |
They didn’t say anything. Your Darkness just stared - no, glowered was a better word. Alya was near positive they hated her. It wasn’t her fault that her dad was never truly evil… he was just chaotic. She didn’t even want to be in this so she didn’t understand why they had a problem with her. If anything, they should have been taking it up with the principal or the counsellor or ANYONE ELSE BUT HER. Alya tried to swallow down the lump that was growing in her throat, “… I’m guessing it could have been better?” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, “I didn’t have a great summer either. It was too bad that school ended early last year… wouldn’t you agree, Your Darkness?”
Alya stared. She stared and she stared and she stared, trying to wrap her head around why Jara was doing this. Was it because Alya had messed with her? She’d apologize if that were the case. She’d get down on her knees and plead to Jara to stop this. And if that didn’t work, Alya would strangle her. Become the villain Your Darkness was always so positive she wasn’t. She was digging her nails into her palms, resisting the urge to slap the girl then and there, instead muttering, “Jara. Stop. I don’t know what your problem is but I’m telling you that this ridiculous plan will not work.”
Alya couldn’t help but agree with Darkness’ last retort, Jara did sound like an idiot. She sounded like a buffoon. Alya looked at Jara. She still didn’t get why the red-head was doing this… but it was her first day… maybe this really was just an accident. “Your Darkness, if I may, Jara’s very excited for this class. She’s been reading loads of books on it…” she kept her voice quiet, avoiding Your Darkness’ eyeless gaze.
@ethereal - [ Your Darkness ]
@Cadborosa - [ Jara ]
| Dark || Outside |
He spoke patiently, as though he had said this before. Calista decided to keep pushing, “So it really is a part of you then?” It sounded to her as though he had two consciences… or maybe he only thought he did. “How can you be sure that it’s a different entity. What if you have multiple personalities and this thing is just one of them?” She sighed herself, repressing the urge to roll her eyes, “I’m sure there must be someone here more powerful than that other side of you.” Like me. “If not, I doubt you would have received an invitation.”
Calista had to admit, even she was taken aback at the sudden change in Dark’s voice and grin. It looked malicious - like it had no qualms about hurting anyone. She merely took this as an invitation to show her true colours as well, the sly undertones of her gaze fully emerging with an intrigued grin to match. “How powerful are you?” Her plan had worked, now she could start the other. The new plan… well there was much more than tricking some careless boy involved.
In a blink, her expression disappeared and she feigned worry. “I… I don’t know…” returning to her innocent voice. “You just… stopped responding to anything I said. Are you okay, does that happen often? Do you need a nurse?” She figured it would be better to lie, he might’ve gotten worried for her own safety and ran away otherwise.
@Meekepeek - Dark
| Eudora and Queen Lucretia || Kingdom History and Management |
What was he supposed to say? He didn’t really feel like pushing any further, and there was the whole thing about her being super uncomfortable around him. Isaiah wasn’t blind. The glasses were mainly for show - nobody needs to know that, though. This Eudora was saying nothing about Alya or anything to do with her morning. His morning hadn’t been great, either, she wasn’t special. He had to deal with some weird miscreant accusing him of never having struggled to get anything. Which was not true, not at all. It would have been easy for Tristan to keep his crown had he simply listened and paid attention. It took years of studying and A’s and learning for King Hans to even consider Isaiah as a future ruler. Yet here he was with this odd girl who refused to talk to him, his dipsh*t brother talking to some hoodlum in the back, and a vampire teacher.
Great. Just great. So it was him. Was something wrong with him? Was something so terribly disturbing about Isaiah that caused everyone around him to dislike him? Yes, he was intimidating. Yes, he wasn’t super charismatic. And yes, his hair did look like it was cut by a blind lumberjack, but it wasn’t his fault one of the servant’s daughters had wanted to cut his hair and he was too nice to say no because she had been nothing if not helpful that morning and genuinely wanted him to look great for his first day of school. He could’ve said no and kept his ponytail that he had been rather proud of and made the little girl cry, but he was just too f*cking nice to do that so hear he was.
Yet he pushed this aside. He took a deep breath, as he had been instructed to do, and gave a somewhat forced smile at his newly found vampire teacher, bowing his head as he introduced himself. “Crowned Prince Isaiah Isabelle Westergaard, son of King Hans and Queen Rain of the Northern Isles. I must say, this room has quite the personality. Did you decorate it yourself?”
@ethereal - [ Eudora & Queen Lucretia ] Sorry it’s a lot of ranting on Isaiah’s part