Science Classroom

[Kor314]

The demon puts its hand through the hologram and it turns into millions of 10010100110101, etc.

[Kor314]

The demon sinks into the ground.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Before Stiles could say anything, the demon appeared to replace the girl who'd vanished. He nearly snarled, but kept himself in check. Hearing a response from Carter was like a beacon of light in a dark maze. This relief was short lived when he took in Pneuma's current state. Rushing over, his hands fluttered restlessly around her ghastly form, coming close to touching but never making contact.

"Is there anything that can stop the bleed," he inquired. It felt odd to say something like that, seeing as she was already dead, and deargod was that black blood?

[Simply]

Pneuma looked up at her with even sadder eyes than what she had naturally and shook her head, "No... But I'm sorry for suggesting this place, it's all my fault." She let out a breath, which resulted in mist shooting from her mouth instead of breath.

[Simply]

Pneuma sensed her question and lifted her head, "I won't die. I'm already a ghost. It will just hurt for a long time. Bleeding should stop soon." She said very quietly, then looked nervously at Stiles, "I am very sorry. None of this would have happened if I had simply remained....well, a ghost."

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Stiles pursed his lips, shaking his head. "It's not your fault, end of discussion," he declared firmly, leaving no room for argument, "We just need to get you somewhere not here."

((Night guys))

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

With the sudden authoritative switch to Stiles, he could see Carter waiting for him to com up with something in his peripheral vision. He stood, beginning to pace. "We could close the room off," he suggested, "So you don't have to move and not be interrupted by people while you rest."

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Stiles nodded his approval to Carter. He wondered if this was what it was like to be an Alpha. First of all, there was a possibility that Carter liked him, unlikely but possible. He didn't really believe so, but that other girl from class seemed to think so. He sighed softly, stretching out.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

This was as good a time as any to start up a pack. It had been the whole reason for him to come to this school, other than the whole conflicting Alpha thing. Working up some courage, he turned to face Carter, expression serious. "Do you have a pack?"

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Relief flooded through Stiles. It would have been more than a little awkward if she had one. "Will you be part of mine," he asked, wincing at the way it sounded. There may or may not have been a sexual connotation in it.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Stiles grinned, tension dissolving from where it had been in his shoulders. "That's just wonderful," he murmured, unsure of where to go from there.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

"Beta," Stiles replied, "There's really no one else in the pack." He flushed lightly, rubbing his hand on his chin as he looked away. Not much of an Alpha move.

[Simply]

Pneuma inhaled deeply as her skin began to close up, fusing new dead cells together. But the blood didn't vanish, it only began to dry. Soon, Pnuema was as good as new, and stood up slowly, bracing herself against the wall. Her legs trembled beneath her as she slowly lifted herself off solid down to hover an inch or so. Once stable, she ran a hand over her dress an ad it began to change. It went from holy 50's diner dress, to something a Greek oracle would wear. Once she felt completely new, she joined the other two at a desk, which she had to be very cautious with so she didn't fall through the seat.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

((No, I haven't been able to post much))
Stiles nodded. "Yeah," he replied, sitting down in a chair, "What exactly did you see?"

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Stiles pursed his lips, thinking of what to say. There was no way to say that things would be okay, because they obviously wouldn't be. "I can't begin to understand how you feel," he said after a moment, "but we will help. Or at least I will. If this supposed 'friend' comes, we'll stop him. What exactly does he look like?"

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

((I know. Stiles is just really self depreciating and still doesn't believe that she likes him.))

Stiles nodded, slightly feeling as though he were missing something. "Now that we know what he looks like, we can be on the look out," he stated, nodding again, "Is this the first time that the dream has happened to you?"

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

"How often," Stiles questioned, a flash of anger running over his features. He needed to stand, fast. Once on his feet, he glanced back at the chair he'd been sitting in. A few claw marks, but nothing damaged too thoroughly.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Stiles approached her, kneeling so they were at eye level. "Why haven't you told anyone," he asked, frowning deeply.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Stiles closed his eyes to focus on his thoughts, hands in her knees. "Okay, well, I guess we're gonna have to find a way to use this to our advantage." He licked his lips, eyes opening slowly.

[Simply]

"Is he humanistic?" Pnuema asked, folding her hands on the desk while she glanced shyly between the two.

[Jasmine]

Trying to be inconspicuous, Henry entered the science classroom and sat down at the nearest seat possible. Please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me, he begged.

[Jasmine]

Utterly confused, Henry watched as the girl crumpled to the floor beside him. He gave an, “Oh!” of surprise.
He bent down to the girl. “Are you... what should I...?”

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

"Do you know what he is," Stiles badgered, "So we know what we're up against. If he's something big and bad, we can get more people to help." Just as she had felt the pain from the shifting, he felt energized. Once she was on the floor, he pushed back at Henry. "Stay back; give her space."

[Jasmine]

He gladly stepped back. This guy obviously knew what he was doing - unlike Henry.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

"Make sure the doors are closed," Stiles instructed, "And locked. We can't let her out of this room, or there'll a shit load of hurt for a bunch of people."

[Jasmine]

"Um, if we lock her out," he said, as he did as he was told, "wouldn't we be locking her in with us?"

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Stiles gave him a pointed look, firm and commanding. "You lock the doors, or someone dies," he growled, "Your choice."

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

((There isn't anyone else, but Pneuma))

[Jasmine]

((Isn't there?... Oh, sorry! I'll just fix that.))

[Jasmine]

Henry shrugged his shoulders and went back to closing the doors, windows and anything that could be opened to exit the room. He wasn’t really concerned that he’d be injured – he was already dead. But he didn’t want others to be hurt...

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Stiles nodded, gaze already averted back to Carter. He'd have to keep her subdued once she shifted fully.

[Jasmine]

Henry finished closing everything, and turned around to see the girl starting to arch her back. She looks like she’s in so much pain, he thought sadly.
“Is there anything else I could do?” he asked.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

The snarl built in his throat, Stiles' eyes becoming red. He didn't stand much taller than her at this point, but the aura of intimidation was in his favor. He let a deafening howl, loud and authoritative.

[Jasmine]

Henry as quick as a flash, dived to his side, and watched the wolf crash into the desks. He reached inside his cloak and grabbed his whip.

[Jasmine]

((I know this is really weird to blurt out but; YAY! FIGHTING!))

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Stiles stepped into the way, letting out another growl. He slammed into Carter, knocking her down.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Stiles hissed out a string of profanities under his breath, glancing back at Henry. "Will you be okay in here on your own," he asked, though he didn't bother waiting for an answer as he leaped out the window after her.

[Jasmine]

((You guys are REALLY fast at typing. I’ve written and deleted 3 comments when I've seen you've commented first!))

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

((lol we're moving to the Forest it seems))

[Jasmine]

Henry watched as the two wolves jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the forest. Snarls, and vicious growls could be heard.
Not knowing what to do, Henry put back his whip; got his science copy-book from the desk he was sitting at, and left the classroom without saying a word.

[Jasmine]

((Nah, it's OK. It's my fault for being so slow. Enjoy your fight, though! :D ))

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

Rye walked in pulling Sawyer. "So, partner, where should we sit?"

[Jenna ⭐]

She wrenched her arm free of his grasp, "I don't know!" She threw her hands in the air, "You're the one who dragged me to this class, Mr. Antsy Pants!"

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

"Antsy Pants?" he raised an eyebrow amused as he walked to the far corner,"No idea what the heck that is but...uh...Ill pretend I know..." he sat down at the table.

[Jenna ⭐]

Sawyer took a seat across from him, "So when does class start." She asked, kicking her feet up onto the chair next to her. "I really hope we get to blow stuff up."

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

"yeah well...I'll blow you up!"

{you wanna pretend teacher is here?}

[Jenna ⭐]

((Sure!))

"No you won't," she flashed him a smirk, "I'm indestructible."

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

"You want me to try?" he put his hands in a position threatning to do a spell.

[Jenna ⭐]

"Go for it." She said, hoping a vision would come just in time if he did happen to try something.

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

He took a breath to cast a spell but smirked, shook his head and went back to examining some substance smiling.