@Littlefeets sorry ab her Raven
@idiot.exe Atlas
@Mouschi Esther
@Kristi Thalia briefly mentioned
The other girl who replied to Desdemona sounded very sober, much more than Mona did. But trust, she was not on any drug, she just acted like it. Opposite to her, this girl seemed very naturally serious, almost a little bit… dominant? It intruiged mona. She had never met anyone with her demeanor before. Granted, she had only met like three people, but even Mom and Dad were still very warm when they were being bossy. Raven was more cool. but still seemed bossy.
Raven. That was her name so she must not have been in the Cipher group. Then who was? Should she have memorized the entire student body then?
Regardless, the other girl had asked her a question, so Desdemona interrupted her thoughts to respond “I am new! How did you know?” Mona smiled, genuinely having no idea how someone could be so insightful. She obviously had no idea how obviously new she looked, both to the school and society itself.
“What’s your superpower group?” She asked, unsure how to refer to the clusters. The girl wanted to know which group everyone was, and how their powers worked. According to her studying, others could possess either photokinetic resonance, shadow manipulaiton, or cryptomancy. Did each power have commonly associated personality traits? If so, what are Cipher traits? Should she be more like that?
She didn’t know the answer to that question, but she knew that she also wanted to talk to lots of people! For a quick second, she looked behind Raven at who else was at the scene to talk to. THALIA! SHE SAW THALIA SHE SAW THALIA ALERT ALERT! “Thalia!” Mona exclaimed, her eyes widening, and she sort of looped around Raven, forgetting their conversation before going to find her awesome bestie.
But as she navigated through the crowd, a harsh shatter sounded on the floor. It was a wine glass, and above it, Mona saw a girl lying unconscious in the arms of another student. Everyone’s heads were turning to face the same thing, but no one moved to help. Instead, they all seemed to watch idly, like sitting ducks. In oblivion, Desdemona did not notice the implication of their silence.
Instead, she walked over to the girl, and gave the guy holding her a soft look, signaling he let her see. He turned her body ever so slightly, allowing Mona to take that look. Her chest rose and fell, still breathing, but her skin was pale, and she looked sick. Mona was probably expected to check her pulse, or something more useful, but instead, she brushed the girl’s hair behind her ear, and gently caressed her cheek. As her hand dragged along the girl’s face, speckles of gold shone about her fingers and down her palm.
In a voice so light that it sounded almost like a whisper, Mona began to sing to her, resting her hand on the girl’s heart. “Papilio meo," her eyes went white, and the golden glow rushed out of her hands like a current, but it fragmented, threatening to stop. She shook her head, trying again until it worked. "Secretum tuum indica mihi. quid pateris? Quid a me lates? Spiritus tuus explodit, sed hanc pugnam feremus. Quid est arcanum tuum?” This time the pattern seemed to work, and the energy emitted from Desdemona’s fingertips seemed to seep down into Esther’s chest, stirring her body slightly.
The melody was sweet and meaningful, yet something about her expression seemed disturbed. It was like the spell she had casted was not hers, but rather belonged to the foreign entity that entranced her. Desdemona was hardly capable of basic logarithms from her small world, so how was it possible that she could conjure such magic?
At the end of the song, she blinked, and her eyes regained their olive color, and she returned back to reality. From her point of view, her skin had regained some of its color, and she could sense her eyes on the brink of fluttering back open. Aside from the girl, she looked back up to the guy holding her. Mona chuckled nervously, and then looked up to him before giving a guilty smile. “Hi,” she said finally.