School Cafeteria

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

[Kikki]

Cheshire looked around curiously when he realized they were not in the apartments. He wasn't sure where at first, until he saw people sitting with food. This must be the food place, he thought to himself, never having had the opportunity to eat at, much less attend, a school. Blinking in confusion, he turned to look at Romulus curiously and ask, "Where are we?"

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

Markaus had brushed Daemon off at the moment of his worry. "Oh, pish posh, little demon boy. Nothing bad will happen while you're with old Markie-moo. Trust me, comrade." The large Russian sensed the palpable disturbance himself, but didn't act on it, brushing the vibe off as much as he would brush off the hood of his big fur coat. He gracefully stepped into the cafeteria, taking in the smell of fresh food and lifeless students. Turning towards Daemon, he grinned, a lit cigarette dangling between his teeth, ruffling Wrath's hair. "Ready for some grub, princess?"

[Dae]

Romulus hummed, gazing around quietly before leading Cheshire to an empty table in the back. HIs silver eyes flashed, and in just a moment a student stumbled over, giving Cheshire their tray and quickly darting away. His gaze fell on Markaus and Daemon, and he smirked, resting his head on his hand. "Eat, kitten."

Daemon tugged on Markaus' sleeve once more, but reluctantly followed, keeping his head down. He trusted Markaus, but then again, he knew the other was lying. Whilst he was with Markaus, he was in considerably more danger than if he was alone. After all, if he was alone he could just avoid the conflict. With Markaus, he had to make sure that the professor wasn't hurt as well. He grunted as his hair was ruffled, shooting him a look and grumbling softly, still holding onto the other's jacket. "....I'm not that hungry."

[Kikki]

Cheshire grinned and moved to start eating, purring happily when he realized it was fish and stuffing himself. He looked up at Romulus, then back down at his food, content for the moment knowing he was watching out for people for him. Or at least he thought he was.

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

"Nonsense." Markaus huffed, breathing out a slow drag from his cigarette. "You have to be hungry. I'm not a teenager anymore and I'm still hungry." He chuckled, clapping Daemon once on the back before he went to get food. After his plate, he found a seat, taking off his coat as he stretched his back out.

[Dae]

Romulus tutted softly, watching Daemon and the professor sit down together. "See those two?" he murmured, motioning to Daemon and Markaus, gazing down at his pet. "The one with the sword strapped his his back is Wrath. Quite a dangerous thing." He murmured, pointing to Daemon. "He would hurt someone like you just like," he snapped his fingers, "that."

Daemon sat across the table, facing Markaus, still refusing to get anything. He folded his arms, resting his chin on them, and frowned at the werewolf. "You don't understand. I look like a teen but I'm a good..." he paused, frowning. "Four thousand years old. I think." He muttered, tilting his head. "Technically I shouldn't eat human food anyway. Bad for the demonic digestive system or something like that. Load of bull in my opinion."

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

Markaus whistled, taking a few big bites of his bread. "Wow. What an old man." He laughed, feeling good now since that's what kids used to call him because of his white hair. "It's odd that I go after older men." He said casually, taking a bite of his sandwich.

[Kikki]

Cheshire's pupil expanded at the finger snap, his fangs elongated in his mouth and his claws lengthened on his hands as he launched himself across the room without a second thought to whoever it was. With an angry yowl, his eye practically glowing red as he recessed into his Feral Mind, he launched himself at Daemon to shred him with his claws and fangs.

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

Markaus wasn't sure what to think, having just paused to eat. His eyes snapped instantly towards Cheshire, and he dropped his food, standing quickly. Grabbing Daemon by the back of the shirt, he yanked him back, shouting a loud curse in Russian. "Stand back!" He pulled his whip out of his belt loop, letting the black article unravel until it reached the ground. "What's gotten into you?"

[Dae]

Rome smirked, sitting back.

Daemon yelped, coughing as he was yanked back by the collar. His blush from Markaus' words faded, a long gash forming where Cheshire's claws had made contact with his arm. However, he turned his back to Markaus and stood between them, drawing his sword out of it's sheath along his back and snarling softly. "Markaus, back the fuck down. This is my job." He snarled, shooting the other a look and clutching his sword tight. "Who did this to you!?"

[Kikki]

Cheshire growled low in his throat as he stalked around Daemon and Markaus, his eye glittering in feral rage as he swiped at him again, not recognizing him as anything but an enemy. He was barely human in his mind at the moment as he crouched forward a little, as though seconds away from shifting entirely to his feline form and battling him that way. His eye was focused on Daemon as he prepared to pounce again, muscles wound tight as a spring.

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

Markaus flicked his wrist and his whip lit up with energy. The weapon crackled with electricity as he let it crack, hitting Cheshire with a lucky shot. The electric shock wasn't enough to kill or seriously hurt, but it would stun the cat, or at least keep him at bay for a few moments. Markaus growled at Daemon, "Don't tell me what to do, boy." The Russian put on his coat again, feeling much more safe and secure with his coat around him. Squinting, Markaus turned his gaze on Romulus. Pointing, he sneered, "That cyka has to be behind it."

[Dae]

Rome sat back, propping his feet up on the table, and munched on a french fry from Cheshire's tray as he watched the proceedings. His face remained impassive when Markaus turned and pointed at him, simply making eye contact with him and holding it as he reached out to grab another french fry, pushing forward in Markaus' mind the feeling of drowsiness, hopefully slowing him down a bit.

Daemon snarled, risking a glance over his shoulder at Markaus. "You listen here, Professor. I don't care who the fuck you are, you stay out of this goddamn fight or you will be forcibly put down." He growled, the flash in his eyes turning into a steady glow. He sheathed his katana, and straightened, arms held out, palms up. "It's okay, weird cat boy thing. Nobody here is tryin to hurt ya." He mumbled, attempting to reason with him.

[Jasper, Jazz Master]

((Frickin' Rome just eating French fries XD)) A random passerby screamed and ran out. (my contribution. You're welcome)

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

Markaus made an advance towards Romulus, eyes narrowing. A current went through his mind, and the professor stumbled. The Russian knelt down, groaning lightly as he clutched his head. His eyes had trouble staying open and he dropped his electric whip as it crackled and popped. It singed his knee and he hissed, too tired to pry it off. He looked up at Daemon. "Oh, screw you. I'm trying to help." He stood slowly, making his way over to Romulus, leaning heavily on tables.

[Kikki]

Cheshire yelped in pain as he was shocked, leaping back and only growing angrier by the action. His claws lengthened as hair started to sprout on his body, proof that he was starting to shift into his animal form in his rage and desire to protect himself. His eye narrowed as he watched the enemy put the weapon away, no doubt to lure him into a false sense of security. With a yowl, he slammed into Daemon full force, digging his claws into him as he screeched something about having to destroy the enemies to keep Cheshire safe.

[Dae]

He yelped, falling back and slamming into the ground, struggling to grab the other's arms and flip them over, putting himself on top. He pinned Cheshire, or at least tried to, sitting on his stomach and grabbing one of his arms, trying to keep him at bay. He didn't even try talking anymore, jaw clenched as he concentrated fully on sedating the other.

Rome chuckled, sighing airily and standing, walking over to the professor and smartly kicking him in the stomach whilst he was leaning against the table, scooping up his whip and examining it. "Pretty." He murmured, whirling around and cracking the whip once before lashing out at Daemon instead, not even deeming the professor a threat. The weapon curled around one of Wrath's arms, singing his clothes and making him yell. Rome yanked back and pulled Daemon off of Cheshire, leaving the demon vulnerable and on his back.The fallen angel's gaze flicked to Cheshire, and he smiled. "Finish him, kitten."

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

Markaus felt the air go out of him as he was kicked, eyes squeezing shut in pain. He gritted his teeth. That man sure did pack a punch. So now he wasn't even deemed a threat? How pathetic.... THe Russian hissed as he saw Rome whip Daemon, hating the fact that the man was touching his whip and hurting his friend. He felt utterly helpless, but he needed to do something. Lurching forward, Markaus fell on top of Daemon, blocking the boy from harm. He transformed, a large white wolf with blazing green eyes, about 6 feet in height. The wolf snarled at Cheshire, claws working into the ground, ears back. He was irritated and annoyed, ready to fight.

[Kikki]

Cheshire struggled wildly when Daemon flipped them over, lashing out at him with his free arm when he grabbed the other, snapping at him when his limb got too close to his face, determined to bite him as well. Then Rome helped him with his enemy, using something to pull him off and in a flash, Cheshire was up and on all fours again, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he stalked forward, the tips of his claws red with blood from slashing him earlier. He bared his fangs angrily and was about to pounce and finish him off when a white wolf blocked the way. He growled, only seeing another enemy as his own form started to change further, growing in size until he resembled a very large panther with one red eye, the other was a gory mess. His muscles rippled beneath his pelt as he crouched for a moment, then launched himself snarling at the wolf, burying his fangs into his shoulder and digging his claws in as well. He clearly wasn't in it to kill, as he could have gone for the throat, but he had to defeat his enemy, which didn't always mean kill, it meant proving he could beat them so he didnt have to worry.

[Dae]

Dae struggled to stand, but was knocked flat on his back by Markaus. He grunted softly, spitting blood, and leaped to his feet the moment Markaus was knocked away, launching at Cheshire and wrapping an arm around his neck, putting him in a head lock as he threw his weight backwards, ripping the shifter off of Markaus and snarling once more.

Rome sighed, dropping the whip and pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn't doubt Cheshire, but he needed Markaus to be alive. And not holding a grudge against him. So, he snapped his fingers once more, dark wings sprouting from his back and elongating to their full twelve foot span. "Come now, kitten. We will finish this fight later." He grabbed Daemon by the collar of his shirt, and Cheshire around the middle, launching into the air, towards one of the sky lights. He dropped Daemon just before he closed his wings around himself and his pet, breaking through the window and soaring high in the sky, opting instead to take Cheshire to the forest to let him burn off some of his aggression before they returned to their room. He'd need to train his kitten a bit, but he had confidence in Cheshire.

Daemon, by this point, had stopped fighting, and fell like a rock two stories to the floor below.

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

Markaus barked roughly as Cheshire landed on top of him, the two tumbling away. He snarled, muzzle rippled up in anger. With his long canines, he snapped at the cat, just trying get any hit on the cat while in that awkward angle. He reared his head back, shaking his body back and forth to try and derail Cheshire, only managing to tear the wound in his shoulder more. The wolf glared at Romulus as he disappeared, growling at the fact that he took Daemon. As he watched the demon fall, he rushed forward, jumping to reach him. He phased back into a man, his big furry coat torn and his shoulder town open, catching Daemon as he went. He fell hard against the back wall, panting as he nearly cradled Wrath in his arms. Laying his head back against the wall, he let out a long breath, blood from a busted lip trickling down his chin. "That cyka... I've lost too much blood today. It's only my first day."

[Dae]

Daemon curled up in a ball, limp against Markaus' chest. He was spilling blood at an alarming rate, coating his clothes and Markaus, covering everything. His breath came in uneven pants, his head lolling against Markaus' chest. "W-We need to go to the front office." He coughed, flinching weakly.

[Kikki]

Cheshire had not been still when Romulus picked him up, reaching over to tear into Daemon angrily until Romulus dropped him. Claws dipped red in his blood, he screeched angrily at Daemon before they were gone.

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

Markaus's back was sore and he was aching, but he looked down over Daemon. His brow furrowed at the sight of all that blood. Hefting himself up, he covered the demon in his furry white coat, carrying him bridal style. The professor carried him gently, beginning down the hall towards the front office.

[Dae]

He curled into Markaus, beginning to shiver violently. Lips turning a big blue, he struggled to sap up all of the others warmth, quickly growing quite weak as time wore on.

[Kikki]

((don't forget that I has the school nurse if he needs treatment XD))

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Part of being an empath was that Felix could feel emotions not only from people, but from a place. Just whispers, really, like the smoke of a candle. Sometimes though, he would walk into a room and have to stop to take a breath, hit with it all at once. This was one of those times. As he stepped into the cafeteria, that was one of those moments. It was like a shiver hit him, and he froze, closing his eyes. He could hear... feel, it all. It was like standing in a moment of stopped time, with time running around him. He could almost picture the people that had been in before, walking fast past him like ghosts. Wisps. He could feel so much had happened there. Pain, Warmth, Kindness, Shock, Hostility, Fear, Worry. Better emotions had happened in the past, but those were the current strongest.

Felix was snapped out of his thoughts by Mizore's voice. Opening his eyes in a slow, almost sleepy way, he took another deep breath before he turned to her. "Yeah?" He asked, crossing his arms around his torso as if to hug himself. Those emotions were hard to swallow, after all. Being hit by that always left him a little lost, darkened almost. It was why Felix never went to battle fields or prisons or other areas of intense grief and pain.

[Ghost~still Luna~]

Mizore apologized as she gently placed a hand on his shoulder,she noticed Felix acting different so she was concerned for him"Are you alright?"she asked him softly

[Ghost~still Luna~]

(sorry it's so short,trying to do college work)