Hello There? {Open}

[Rach_E_L]

Spirits were everywhere. Kayla had first been told that when she was three. When she had asked why couldn't she see them, she had been hit on the head with a plastic cup.

Now, Kayla knew that spirits were everywhere, and she couldn't see them all the time was because she wasn't concentrating all the time. If she really looked, then she could see them. Hence why she was at this scary landmark.

A shaman was someone who helped spirits move into the afterlife, or otherworld, or wherever they went after death. Different people believed different things, but Kayla knew that there was no real way of finding out. She wanted to believe that she was sending these spirits to a happy place, maybe to a God who would take care of them, but she couldn't quite make it fit in her head - if there was a God, why would God have let her suffer with her family back in Japan? Shouldn't God have protected her in some way? What about when Nuria had got too violent and left a scar on her stomach? Or when her own mother had thrown a china plate at her chest and left her with another scar?

But she wasn't here to debate the possibility of God or the afterlife. She was here to help.

How many people had been tortured and/or executed here? The blue haired woman could practically see the death without even trying. What was this place called? The Scaffold. Terrifying. She felt sick at the sight of the torture devices. Was that blood? Oh dear-

Kayla shivered and looked away from the awful devices. She wanted to be brave. She wanted to be strong. She wanted to be helpful. And she couldn't do that while sat in the Academy café, serving the staff and students coffee over and over again. She had to be out in the open, doing what she was born to do. She was a shaman, after all - what use were her gifts if she didn't do something about them?

"Hello?" She called out, her bright eyes still looking down at the floor. She could see her nunchucks strapped firmly to her thighs, and Avari's presence was noticeable, like fingertips brushing at the edge of her mind. She was perfectly safe.

But then, why did she feel like she should be taking more notice of her surroundings?

[Meduzia]

Teter found the strangest peace at the Scaffold. Not inner one, of course not, but just the peace because it was so quiet. Quiet enough for her to hear her own thoughts, to sort them out and hear the silence, as cliche as that sounded. Hearing nothing was better than hearing children scream at all the times of day. Because that's all they were - children - and their screaming is obnoxious.

The demons followed her, lazy shades twirling about. Still, tonight they were dormant, as they always were. By now, Teter has assumed a solid form - she was not oil anymore, oil and porcelain, slick, easy to drop, fragile, frigid and impossible to catch. Dust and dreams, perhaps, or smoke and nightmares, for more accurate description. She was just that, solid, and some semblance of her human form was returning. She did not have the scars of the summoning wheels, but she did have the red traces, small gashes that reminded of them - they look like the small scratches on the skin; the wounds that will be.

It is all part of the redemption, Ramiel said (and goodness, when did he become Ramiel? She allowed herself to be way too free). Ramiel Bauman was not the one whose face strung from the oncoming seals and markings; the child (for he too was a child, compared to her) complained about one mark, on the back of his hand. (Admittedly, it would be a shame to scar the pretty face).

Just because she was halfway back to her more or less (more less than more) human state, it didn't mean Teter - the Amon - was satisfied, in any way. Being at Academy pressed on her being, on her lungs and stopped her breathing at times; it was something that she had to do, rather than she wanted. Community service, if one will. Avoiding the inevitable prison, but she's not going back there-- there is no person in this world that will ever understand the extends she would go to just not to return.

The best example she could give would actually be giving up her addiction; it should speak for itself.

Upon arriving at the quiet Scaffold, though, she sees - hears - the personal calling out. A goddamn student. Did the girl get lost? Teter sure hopes not. She stays in the shade of the tree, next to this godawful device she can't even name, but it's bloody (it could've been her blood as well; as the addiction wore off, she was returning to moderately normal); she doesn't say anything, lest she startles the girl. She knows how students in the Academy get.

Teter was pushed, pulled, and figuratively spat at in the Academy when she first arrived; unfortunately, it was illegal to kill a student. In her head, the woman of rituals already thinks of ways to make the child remember her clearly, if the girl is stupid enough to attack her.

For now, though, Teter will observe, black eyes slipping around the girl's form and surroundings quickly.

[Rach_E_L]

Something touched the back of her mind. It was the sixth sense that gave her visions, allowed her to summon/communicate with spirits and told her that someone was there.

Kayla twirled slowly, taking in her surroundings. Yes, she could sense someone there - she just couldn't tell where or who or what they were.

Were they just harmlessly watching her? She distantly recognised the feel of them - maybe someone from the Academy? They weren't someone she could recognise anywhere (like her family, especially Victor), but they did feel familiar.

"Hello?" She called again, still spinning in a futile attempt to find the mystery person. "I know you're there!"

Her words were small but brave. She even felt brave, which was a wonderful change. With an almost proud smile, she pulled the collar of her duster up over her cheeks to make herself feel even bolder. It didn't work - she felt like a child playing dress up, which was probably what she looked like as well.

Chewing her lip slightly, the woman took a step towards an interesting looking torture device, then quickly changed her mind and stepped away. There was so much dried blood that it made the world around her spin like a merry-go-round, or like the time Nuria had grabbed Kayla's hair and thrown her at a wall.

With a dizzy, choking sound, she dropped to her knees, colours flashing around her eyes. She hated blood more than anything because it broke her spirit like a twig under a foot and twice as fast. The blue haired woman sat there for a moment, letting the dizziness wash over her like a tidal wave and waiting for it to pass. Unfortunately, it didn't pass as quickly as she hoped.

Kayla closed her eyes to distract herself from the sight and used her sixth sense to reach out to investigate the new person. Their spirit was a new one to her, even though it felt familiar - she knew the feel to them, but the style of the soul was foreign to her. Its core was essentially human (a type she hadn't felt in a very long time), but it felt supernatural. Like it had been changed - it was all strange and made her head hurt even more.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself and gathered the strength that the sudden appearance of blood hadn't swept away, projecting it into her voice.

"Who are you?" She asked curiously.

[Meduzia]

She could not even feel the scent of copper, but then again, she could not feel many things, so it didn't matter. It probably meant that the blood was dried. The girl reacted like a normal person does - something so rare in Academy nowadays. Every idiot thinks he's a hero - or a villain, for it came the same to them. Teter knew what it felt like to be a villain, at the very least.

The small woman only sighs, but does not say anything. She could prod at the girl; pick her around, weave her fingers through the girl's mind and crucify her upon her own powers - but what for? Teter got no pleasure in that. She did not get pleasure in many things lately, but this was definitely something unneeded; she did not revel in misery in others. She would, probably, but the her little pixie dust, for the lack of better name, was taken away. It took the fun away too, but some claimed it was for the better.

Who are you?

It echoes in her mind, gets lost at the corners of her brain, and she dissipates into the black fog for the briefest of moments. That's what she is. She is nobody - the Amon - or at least she had been nobody, before she came to Academy. She was put on a withdrawal and she became a person. That worried here. People were dangerous, but you were more dangerous when you were not one of them. She knew. Her father said.

And her demon claimed otherwise. Curious.

"A sentient being." She answers in the end, as the only option she is fully sure of, "I assume you are the same." It's even a compliment on girl's intelligence. Teter personally thinks she's doing fine. She doesn't want to talk, not really, the weight pressing down on her gravely, but some claimed it would do her good.

Some claimed a lot of things. She doesn't like people. She doesn't like-- lots of things, actually. She never moves, just keeps being solid.

[Rach_E_L]

Sentient.

What did that mean? While cursing herself for not knowing many words, Kayla vaguely remembered Victor saying something about how being a shaman made them these sentient beings, like the stranger (now clearly a woman) had said. It was something to do with her sixth sense, wasn't it?

That meant that this woman had a sixth sense, like her. Her heart skipped a beat in excitement; she hadn't met anyone with the same abilities as her before. The blood was long forgotten as she stood up. She shook her head back and forth, looking with her eyes as well as her sense for the mysterious woman in hope of talking to her more.

"You're like me?" She repeated, bewilderment laced in her voice. "Where are you?"

Her curiosity was like a stab in her heart every moment she didn't know the answer. Kayla moved around the torture device, unaware that the person she was talking to was mere feet away. She could feel them, yes, but her excitement was clouding her sense like a thick fog on an English morning.

The woman wanted to know more. She wanted to learn more. Victor had never been interesting in learning about his supernatural/shaman abilities, so Kayla had never learnt, as she had no one to learn from - now this woman was potentially offering her a chance to expand her limited knowledge. She couldn't imagine anything better.

[Meduzia]

First off Rach I'm so sorry
So, so sorry
I thought I responded to this before oh dear ; v ; ]]

Same. Nobody is just like Teter, nobody is the same, but perhaps, there are people who get close enough. She knew of them, but like she was so blatantly hidden, visible in the dark before this girl, so were those people to her. The girl she was just that - the child. Perhaps it was Teter's vanity, as well, that did not allow her think of her as anything - anybody - else, or perhaps Teter was older than she imagined. Some years were left a blur of colours and emotion in her life, or rather blur of monochrome schemes and ideas. Either could work, really.

She clears her throat, only slightly, even though instead of rasping, she feels like she's about to throw up. Teter controls the feeling, knowing full well that it's nothing (knowing it's just the withdrawal, but she doesn't admit, never admits, ever, not to anybody, not to herself). Still, she doesn't know if that's enough to catch the girl's attention, so she tries again. This time, she speaks.

"Zealous," is the only comment she gives. She attempts, successfully, to keep the distaste out of her voice, though she is not entirely sure if the same could be said for her expression. Whatever it is, that other kid (the Headmaster, but the kid, still) said that she needed to socially. The cretin was not up to it, and she felt bad bothering Dizzy. She felt - she felt old. She ignored the memory of her being told that she should get laid by a person who has no idea what they're saying. She just wants--

She doesn't know what she wants.

"Are you from Academy?" Teter can hold a conversation in the same capacity she can hold water with in her bare hands. Still, she has to begin somewhere, and just trying sounds like a nice enough of a start.

[Rach_E_L]

Shh it's fine ;w; Don't worry about it, I haven't been on the forum much anyway-]

Zealous? This woman seemed to use a lot of words the blue haired woman didn't understand. She must be smart, like Victor. Victor was very smart. Maybe she should introduce her brother and the mystery woman. Maybe they could learn about their sixth sense together.

She was clearly feeling optimistic about this.

"Is that a compliment?" Kayla called back, blinking her large, green eyes. Her face flushed slightly in embarrassment about not knowing the meaning of all these big, complicated words.

Her eyes darted around the scenery, desparately trying to discover the woman's location. She moved around the torture devices with surprising ease as she scanned the location, hoping for one glimpse of the woman.

"Yes," she answered slowly, trying to reach out with her sixth sense and having no luck. "I work in the café, and I used to attend the school."