Demi University

"Well Kira, it is very much my pleasure to meet you." Desmond felt numbness in his hands so he placed them inside his pocket. He made an odd look then stared at Kira. "Are you from around here?" He had never seen this girl before so after asking he was assuming not. He hadn't seen anyone he knew in this school. He wasn't surprised however. The area around here was mostly human and the prejudice kind at that. It was a miracle the university was even built here.
 
Kira titled her head to one side slightly and gave him a quizzical look as if she were trying to solve a puzzle. At the end of the observation she shook her head 'no' slightly. "I lived in the far North before coming here. I don't remember anything else before that though." It was only a white lie. She did remember vague scenes from long before in her very early years of childhood but it was nothing that she could make much sense out of. Only a jumbled mix of sounds and colors, some more defined than others. "Why do you ask?" she countered, curiously.
 
Desmond honestly did not know why he asked. So he simply said an obvious answer, " I was just curious is all." He could not figure Kira out. As much as he wanted to, she was a complete mystery, but she apparently had an affect on him for he could not relinquish the numbness that was now almost completely possessing his body. He thought about distancing himself to see if that may have helped the problem, but could not think of how to go about doing it without being rude. "Well, I should go find my dorm and unpack. Perhaps we live close, it is a mixed dorm after all." He looked at his belongings, picked them up, and headed down the dormitory hall towards the stairs. The numbness was now completely in control. He could not feel his body, and his thoughts seemed trapped out by voices. As soon as he entered the door to the stairwell he collapsed on the ground, with one hand on his chest and one on the ground, he winced in pain and clawed the ground which made it crack and dent.
 
Kira stared after him for a few moments longer until he turned into the stairway out of sight, letting out a sigh. "Come on, Kilala," she beckoned the kitten to follow. Desmond was right, they should probably be getting to the dorms soon anyway before the classes or assembly or whatever they were supposed to be doing next came up. "Nice meeting you," she said politely with a small bow to the girl with black hair. Grabbing her luggage and carry-on, she hurried down the hall after getting out her map of the compounds. One small rectangle had been circled amongst the maze of cubes and corner units in a bright red ink which looked suspiciously like- no. It was just another one of those tricks of the eyes. It took several wrong turns and embarrassed asking of directions but she finally found her living quarters in the center amongst all the other rooms.
Kira sighed with relief as she went inside and was finally able to put down the bags, closing the door with a door plate that, like all others she had ever had, read 'Satsu-Kira'.
 
Why she was bothering to attend this place, Tamsin wasn't entirely sure. She was hardly in a fit state to be studying. Even so, she had heard of the place, and apparently it was just what she needed. If nothing else, it was a beautiful place to reside while the clock ran out. The girl was pale and clammy, and coughing rather alot. These fits came with the occassional burst of blood, which was of course caught in a quickly whipped out handkerchief. Tamsin was nothing if not polite. There was also the odd bit of fire, but y'know, there was nothing she could do to stop that. Unsurprisingly, her throat was usually parched and burning.

And why are you bothering with this education rubbish? A voice griped, piercing the air around Tamsin, seemingly from nowhere.

"Because - there might be an answer here. Or do you want this to continue?" The green eyed young woman answered, hauling her beaten old bag behind her, struggling to carry it, despite the fact that she had always been a very light traveller. Her fiery red hair was tied back casually, falling beyond her shhoulders gracefully, as she walked towards the building with surprising dignity.

"Please, don't talk too much. You know what it does." There was no response to this, which Tamsin took as a good sign. Now, where on earth was she actually going?
 
((Wow! I am so sorry for disappearing you guys!! I feel asleep.))

Max nodded back at the shy girl as he ran off, deciding to have kept herself quiet while she and Desmond talked. The two seemed to have made a connection and she didn't want to disturb that. Sighing when she foud she was alone again, she grabbed her bag and made to move when she Fer shifting inside its contents and a deep yet soothing voice speak to her.

"Something's wrong with that boy," the voice said and she furrowed her brows, "I think something happened to him."

"...So you felt it too?" she questioned quietly, looking down the same hall Desmond had disappeared in, "Maybe I should go check."

Her feet lead her down the same hallway and towards the stairwell, feeling worry for her new friend. She didn't even know where he had gone beyond that door, but she was takin her chances. Pushing the door open, she made to go up the stairs but a figure lying against the wall to the left and a small dip in the concrete flooring stopped her.

"Desmond?" she asked in mild surprise when she saw the boy on te ground, looking to be in pain as she dropped to his side, "Desmond, what's wrong?"
 
"Nothing! Agh!" He yelled at her and then collected himself and ran up the stairs to the third floor, and was relived to see that his room was a short ways from the stairs. He threw the door open and quickly slammed it, almost unhinging it. He fell to the floor, voices and images racing through his mind. Desmond could heard the words PAIN...TRUTH...DEMONS...DARYL... he clinched the ground and was sweating. What the hell was happening to him, was it hell itself. He refrained from yelling to cause attention. He just lied there in agony. He waited for what seemed like death.
 
Although it was hardly ideal, Tamsin felt that the best thing to do at the moment was to head towards the only discernible sounds in the building. So, she headed towards a worried voice, hoping that nothing too awful had happened. Images of charred schoolbooks and the scent of burning hair flooded her senses for a second, before with a grunt of annoyance, Tamsin gave herself a mental slap. "It's in the past. You know that." She murmured to herself, finally coming upon another girl, and also seeing a male charging up the staircase as if his life depended on it.

She paused for another coughing fit, trying to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to appear rude. She'd gone through life trying to ignore her illness, just as her parents had. It was still odd knowing what the cause of it was, and it was a transition that was still being gradually made. Even so, the enemy you know is always better than the enemy you don't. Or at least, that was what everyone who lacked enemies always said.

"Um, I'm sorry. This obviously isn't a good time." Tamsin half said to herself, half spoke to the other girl. Why she had thought coming in this direction was a good idea, she had no clue, so now she just tried to make her excuses and get out of the way. "I'm sorry." Again, she apologised, perhaps a bad habit of hers that needed to be eradicated.
 
Max called after him as he ran away from her, her voice reaching beyond his ears as he disappeared altogether. She stood there for a few minutes, watching the door and going over what had happened, before she shrugged and made to grab her bags. Te voice of another girl caught her attention and she turned to blink curiously at her before she smiled warmly and shrugged.

"Hey, it's okay!" she assured the girl, wanting to be friendly, "More importantly, are you okay? You seem to have a bit of a cough there."

Max approached the girl and peered at her, "My name is Max by the way."
 
Tamsin smiled genuinely, but weakly at this other girl, not wanting to be rude at all, particularly as this was their first meeting. Max - as she proclaimed to be - seemed a friendly sort, hopefully that would be the norm in this foreign place. Unfortunately that was not always the case, as most people have the misfortune of discovering at an early age.

"I'm fine, thankyou. It's nothing I can't handle." Tamsin tried to sound convincing, but a particularly violent cough shook her at the end of that sentence, though luckily the blood was caught before it sprayed this new acquaintance in the face. Had that happened, mortified would have even begun to describe Tamsin's feelings. But she didn't dwell on what could have happened, instead introducing herself as best she could.

"My name is Tamsin. Pleased to meet you." She really meant it. Despite being shy, Tamsin was a sociable person, perhaps due to being deprived of such interactions as a child. She loved company, though of course she wasn't always the best to be seated next to at a dinner party - not that she'd ever been to one.
 
Kilala's ears twitched up to attention. She and her mistress had only been in the room for a few minutes to get out the basics from their bags. Down the hall, back where they had come, the kitten could of sworn to have heard something. She mewed quietly to herself, knowing it would get attention, and scratched at the front door gently in a want to get out. Maybe, just maybe, Kira had heard the faint shouts as well but, knowing her, she probably would of blocked them from her conscienceness. She scratched again at the door.
Kira turned around with a sigh. "If you could just wait, the box can be ready in a couple minutes," she explained patiently, only to be rewarded with a louder, longer meow. "Make it quick, Kilala." She reopened the door and waited for the feline to rush out but watched, confused as she decided to just stand there and watch her, waiting for her to come and escort her to someplace to go. Kira sighed tiredly, reluctantly following the kitten to wander the hallways and stairways.
 
Desmond used all his power to stand up, which weakened him. He looked at himself in the mirror and his eyes were a dark purple and appeared as if they were on fire, as they flared. He looked at his hands had strange symbols etched across his skin. They were glowing a bright purple, as his eyes did. Eventually they died down and appeared as purple tattoos would. Desmond couldn't believe it. He had always imagined he was a demi, but his parents always made him reconsider it. Now he knew it for fact. He was scared though. He had no idea what was happening to him. Then, once again, the symbols burned brighter and Desmond fell to one knee. He let out a slight yell as they consumed more of his body. "Do...not...resist....pain....truth....." Desmond grabbed his head as if to block out the voice. It was deep, and hoarse. Eventually, as before, the pain subsided but the markings remained. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" Desmond said gasping for breath.
 
"It's nice to meet you, too, Tesmin," Max replied with a bright grin, relieved that she was lucky enough to meet more nice people instead of the ones that looked ready to kill outside the university gates, "Hopefully we can continue to get along."

She flinched as the girl had another coughing fit before moving to stand next to her, "Let's say you and I go and find your room so you can get some rest. I'm not sure what your condition is, but it does make me a little anxious that it might get worse."

She wasn't trying to show pity, but she was concerned and wanted to make sure the girl was alright.
 
Kira paused in her following as another yell was heard, this one the first that her ears had allowed her to hear. It came from the downstairs level, one below where she was now, an instict told her. She turned quickly to confide with Kilala for some kind of confidence, only to see that she had, as usual, disappeared from her sight. Why did she always have to leave whenever she was scared? A real friend wouldn't do that! Her own thoughts had discretely forced her to make up her mind and hurry down the stairs to a door that led to one of the unit rooms for the students. "Hello?" she called, knocking on the door rapidly, then stopping in a kind of pattern. "Is everything alright?" It was only for a second but she hesitated again. She wasn't even sure who this room belonged to and what if someone had only tripped or something? Then again..... She saw the name plate on the outside of the door and continued to knock again, more anxious than before.
 
Some people might have taken offence at the level of care Max was giving, but Tamsin wasn't one of those. She knew she was weaker than most, and although this didn't mean she would automatically accept help that was offered to her, she accepted the fact that it was going to happen more often than not. It was a shame that it so often took such obvious ailments for anyone to show kindness, but that was not something to dwell on.

"Thankyou. But try not to worry too much. It is what it is, I know my limits." Of course, that didn't mean she'd stick to them. Tamsin had a good heart, and would often go above and beyond her own limits in order to ensure the safety or happiness of others. She wasn't sure why, either it was a way of atoning, just her personality, or a bit of both.

Her train of thought was abruptly halted as she heard a muffled cry from upstairs. Perhaps the one who had been fleeing as she arrived. "Did you hear that?" Tamsin asked, all of a sudden becoming quite concerned. Clearly something was not right. "Someone might be hurt." She wasn't sure it had been that sort of shout, but whatever it had been, it wasn't good.
 
Desmond's eyes shot towards the door and he heard a familiar voice. He staggered over and opened the door slightly, mostly because he was too weak. " Kira...hey. Everything...everything is o-ok. Just some trouble unpacking." He tried his best to cover the markings on his body, which now were crawling up his neck. "Do not lie! Do not resist! You know the truth...now let it end your pain. Just as it did for Daryl!" Desmond let go of the door and stood back. His eyes were wide open as he heard the voice speak to him. "Wh-what? You know nothing about Daryl! Stop it! Ugh fuck you!" Desmond noticed the markings slowly disappear from his body, all except the palm of his right hand, which a purple marking remained.
 
Kira resisted the initial urge to step back. Stepping back, they had taught her, was a sign of weakness; which they hated. Stepping forward could mean anything and she wasn't sure what she would be accepting. Instead, she caught the door before it could slam back closed in front of her face, leaving a crack just wide enough to slip through and into the shadows of the room. "Desmond...?" she asked softly, feeling her heartbeat continue to quicken inside her chest. Going against the red flags that were going off in her mind, she entered cautiously, hands out several inches to her sides to show that she wasn't holding anything. Slowly, she progressed closer towards him until she was only a yard or so away.
 
"You don't have to worry, I'm fine. Now at least. I don't know what happened. It was horrible though." He sat down on the side of his bed and tried to ponder up some sort of answer. " I hope I didn't frighten you. I didn't mean to cause any harm.
 
"N-no harm done..." Kira replied honestly, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable now that it seemed to be over. "Just- worried." She clasped her hands in front of her mid-section, becoming more embarrassed the longer she stood there. "Sorry for bothering you." Backing up slowly towards the door with her face flushed, she reached behind herself for the handle to that she wouldn't have to turn around. Secretly, she blamed Kilala. Although, the kitten would go unpunished, seeing as how she found it difficult to stay angry at anything for more than ten seconds.
 
"Hey uh....thank you, erm for coming to check on me. I appreciate it." Desmond let out a fake cough to attempt to cover for the awkward moment. He looked at his right palm and then clinched it before standing up. He stared at her with his eyes which by now had turned back to their normal purple shade. "I like your eyes, they are pretty...." Desmond mentally hit himself. Was there a need to say that? Why did he say that. From what he knew, this girl caused him the pain he went through. At least he thought so. With all these thoughts engaging his mind, he sort of stood there...in the middle of the room.
 
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