Indigo [IC]

[spacer]Elias looked up when each of the students who followed him rejoined him in the grass.[/spacer]
[spacer]"Yeah, thank goodness," he said, looking forward at the building. He didn't really care much for relieved exclamations after he and the others had their lives threatened. Graeff absentmindedly pulled grass from the dirt, now slush from rain and cold. "Hello, Jacob," Elias greeted with a weak and unenthused smile, "I'm Elias."[/spacer]
[spacer]He didn't commit to a full conversation, like almost everyone else sitting around him, a mannerism typical of their distressed conditions. Emotions and tensions in the crowd ranged from anxiety and fear to curiosity and awe, and saying the students were simply shakened would be an understatement. Elias observed this; the feelings of the throng of students and teachers, who didn't even experience what it was that they were afraid of and curious about, really intrigued him. Why should they care? They weren't there. They, also, did not have a giant satanic effigy three times their size try to slaughter them.[/spacer]
 
After a few moments of catching his breath and introducing himself, Jacob was finally able to get a clearer view of the students near him.

"Nice to meet you, Jacob. I'm Tessa." the girl said with a small smile - just a small smile.

Jacob looked at the girl and noticed that she had a fine figure, with a good-looking face to boot. Aside from that, her hair was silver. Jacob wanted to ask her if she dyed it that way or if she really was a senior student or a senior student, but he felt like now was not the time to ask that, especially with the goatlord looming over them.

On the other hand blue guy responded to him in a blue manner. He replied that his name was Elias with a somewhat uninterested smile. It was as if The guy did not really want to talk.

Jacob looked at the guy from head to toe and noted that Elias was around his height, although he himself was much heavier, bulkier, and more muscular than Elias. Elias had a winged sword necklace, which immediately reminded Jacob of the sword that almost fell on Elias.

"Nice to meet you," Jacob said, trying to gauge whether Elias would respond in a more cordial manner.

"And Tessa, thanks for saving Elias's life," Jacob said, though he had no actual reason to be worried about Elias aside from the fact that he felt a burden to actually help in any way he could have.

"Also, did you dye your hair that way? Or did you come from an anime where people get weird hair colors as natural hair?" He asked, unable to keep his urges contained any longer.
 
Tessa simply nodded as she was thanked for the saving of Elias' life, but bristled when asked about her hair in such a crude manner, "It's my natural hair color." She curtly replied, poison on her voice, and her chest puffed out. Tessa managed to retain her composure for the most part, doing her best to keep her gaze back towards the statue, in case anything else happened. Otherwise, had she not already been occupied with something that was much more important, it was likely she would of slapped the young man. Tessa stole a quick glance back towards Elias and Claude, the two she was primarily worried about. It was her job as a senior student to make sure they both stayed safe, and she'd risk her life to save one of them if she had to do it, again. Tessa turned his gaze back, standing rather stoically as she did so, giving herself an aura of leadership.
 
Claude played with the ends of his scarf and watched the upperclassmen interact. Jacob, a new addition to the group that he was sure was the third person running after Elias from earlier, seemed to have offended Tessa. The older boy didn't seem to understand appearances were always sensitive topics even to people who claimed they didn't care. Claude knew he would be personally offended if the topic of his appearance began unless it was a brief compliment. When he looked at Tessa's silver hair that gleamed in the sunlight much like the metal statue, he knew his mom would leap at the opportunity to do it up. He chuckled as mindfully of his volume as he could when Tessa puffed up much like a bird.

Turning his head to Elias, Claude only saw a boy in need of a shock blanket. Actually, maybe all of them needed a shock blanket. His classmate seemed to be no fun at the moment; he turned back to Jacob and Tessa. Even though Jacob hadn't asked for his name, he still piped up. "My name is Claude." He gave him a curt wave.

The rest of the students and faculty were still milling about, unmindful that the statue had attempted to murder Elias. None of them needed a shock blanket more than Elias yet none was being offered. Typical. Claude rose to his feet and patted himself off. He was sure there was dirt and grass left over from his fall on his pants. There was just that one spot that turned into spots everywhere and he had to get them off. He furiously rubbed at the invisible dirt and dust on his legs.
 
"It's my natural hair color," Tessa said, somewhat annoyed. Jacob realized that he might have gone off on the wrong foot with two out of the three people with him right now, definitely not what he was expecting. He did not want to talk to the silver scarfer just yet, out of fear that he might be rebuffed by yet another one of the group of students near the goatlord.

Nevertheless, the silver scarfer told Jacob his name - Claude. Well, it definitely suited his choice of attire, Jacob thought to himself, French-sounding named guy wearing what was probably the stereotypical French guy from France - oh never mind, at least I got one person who doesn't seem like he hates me right now, best keep it that way. With that, Jacob nodded in acknowledgment of Claude's introduction.

The other students and teachers were still in the school, staring and just staring at goatlord and the four of them. He suddenly realized that when Elias ran all the way out there, only the three of them actually cared enough to go after him, or so he thought. None of the other students actually had the guts to go chase Elias.

Even more intriguing for Jacob was the fact that Elias ran to face the goatlord. He wondered how and where in the world a high schooler like Elias got the balls to confront what was a two-story goat-horned behemoth from outer space. Maybe Elias's bravado wasn't all from this world, maybe it was from some place beyond Earth - a superpower or something? No, too unrealistic.

Jacob, who was standing the whole time, waited for whatever thing the others wanted to do.
 
Tessa bristled even more, as she realized she was not going to get an apology from Jacob. Part of Tessa wanted to say something callous back to the young boy, but Tessa was hard pressed to find a fault in the boy's physical appearance to make fun of. It seemed the boy's one short coming was a lack of social awareness. Tessa kept to her own personal space while Claude did his introductions to Jacob. After a few moments of standing still, Tessa looked back to locate the rest of the students and the teachers. Most of them had made their way inside, to safety. Tessa wanted to almost scoff at the idea. Too much was out here to learn and see for her to willingly to go inside and lock herself away from all the exciting 'action' out here.

Tessa then turned and looked at the two lower class men that were with, and Jacob. She wondered privately to herself if making sure Elias and Claude got inside was the best thing to do, however. It seemed that Elias had some sort of desire to go stand in front of an alien object, and gawk at it, "Why did you make it such a point to get closer to the statue?" Tessa piped up, directing her question at Elias. Tessa had never truly known how to tell if someone was telling the truth, or lying, but the steely gaze she shot at Elias was a gambit to scare him into telling the truth. No normal person, an unarmed one at that, would charge to something that just fell out of the sky. More over, no one would charge to a thing that appear demonic in nature, and wielded a sword bigger than most people.
 
Elias shot a sharp gaze back at her; he was too strong-willed to give into hard looks. Maybe he was a tad more submissive than the average joe, but he wasn't a pushover. Tessa demanded to know his motivations. He obliged to allow her. "I want change."

That's it. Three words. A phrase so short yet so full. Graeff was tired of the same old tune, like everybody else, and he wanted to play another record on the jukebox. There was something else pushing him to the statue, something ulterior, something far beyond him; however, he remained fully unaware of it. Turning the tables on Tessa, he asked, "Why did you follow us?"

There was no way in hell that someone from an entirely different class would normally incline himself to chase students down the hall—no way for a normal person, at least. Tessa was different. Her silver hair stuck out like a sore thumb. She went to the aid of two underclassmen like a mother would care for her young. Why? The question begged for an answer. Elias plucked another blade of grass and promptly threw it down. The balance was destroyed, and the day descended into chaos. Suddenly everything was foggy and unclear, and in their futures and fates, they saw only confusion and smoke. Graeff propped his head up in his hands, elbows on knees as he stared expectantly at the school. It'd be some few minutes or so before the school would give the students permission to reenter the building and before the school could narrowly consider the premises safe.

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A cloud of incense smoke falling to the earth from the thurible in his arms, Yammon, a great angel on fire invisible to mankind, crossed over the school. The incense scattered itself across the lands as he flew by, that the Marked might know, and see the presence of angels and demons with the will of revealing themselves, and this incense blended into the air as it dispersed itself throughout. To the Chosen, Yammon decided he would not appear; however, it was important to their deliverance that he give them the ultimatum through the blessed incense. Seeing that his job was done, Yammon flew skyward to leave the material world and enter the fullness of the One once again. With angelic tongues, he declared with a mighty bellow, so loud yet unheard by all men: "So be it done now, by the will of the One, that the Chosen might have divine sight."
 
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Tessa kept her gaze held with Elias as he spoke, ignoring his own question he posed at her, "You're an idiot." Tessa replied, simply, not working herself up over Elias. Tessa wasn't being rude over Elias' motivations, which she deemed is what most high school students wanted. Change from the normal, something to dredge a person out of the drudgery of normal life, and to elevate them to a place that is exciting and special. What made Tessa deem Elias as an idiot was the way he went about it. Charging head long at an alien object, and staring wide-eyed. If Tessa had not been there, Elias would not be alive, nor would he had found any type of 'change'. As for the question Elias had posed to Tessa, it struck a small chord with her. While she always had a knack for caring about others, something her father taught her was a valuable thing in a person, she did wonder why she blatantly risked her life to save Elias. Tessa kept her steely gaze with the young boy for another moment before turning to look at Claude. About to also lay into the fashionable young man, but opted for a simple stern look, instead.
 
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"Why did you make it such a point to get closer to the statue?"

Jacob heard Tessa and Elias arguing about why Elias risked his life just to get a closer look at the goatlord. Tessa had finally asked Elias the question Jacob had been wanting to ask him all this time.

"I want change."

Apparently, Elias wanted change, so he went out of the safety of the building in order to get change. However, Jacob was wondering what kind of change Elias was wanting. Was this change supposed to mean a change in his daily routine, or was it supposed to mean something much deeper? Or maybe he just meant that he wanted some loose change, which Jacob definitely had tons of.

"You're an idiot."

Hearing Tessa say that was completely unexpected, especially in such a nonchalant manner. It was as if she was trying to keep herself from showing any sign of anger from what Elias said. Nevertheless, Jacob wondered - was he an idiot too? Seeing that he risked his life chasing this guy without any guarantee that he would have been able to save him, he most probably was an idiot as well - as was all of them.

Just as he was pondering those thoughts, Jacob urged the others, "Uhh guys, sorry to interrupt but I think we should go back inside."
 
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"Oh well." Elias shrugged. He didn't care what she thought of him. Who cares about what strangers think anyway? Elias didn't particularly occupy himself with the unfair judgments of others, for judging people unfairly or blindly was wrong. That much he knew. Besides, Graeff was not stupid; he was curious. He turned the tables on her, and she neglected to respond. Elias closed his eyes because he knew.

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Minutes later after simply sitting in the parking lot, the intercom buzzed to life with a loud beep. Their principal's voice rang throughout the campus: "Teachers, students, you may now enter the building. Thank you."

With those words, the intercom and the excitement died, and the day resumed as normal. Questions remained about the statue, surrounded in yellow police tape, but they were only whispered between students in the school and parents at their meetings. Never did they articulate. Never were they answered. Pencils were tapped on desks, and eyes stared down at the unholy effigy in the courtyard. Pastors preached, teachers taught, and people were blindly deceived. That was all they ever knew. But on the second day, special ears heard. Special eyes saw. Special hands felt.

In the night, the visions came to the Chosen.

Tongues of fire and millions of candles in the sky. Angels and demons flying by. Time stopped while time rushed. The universe existed while the universe died. Before a mighty bright, white light the Chosen stood. It was dreamlike and verisimilar. It was all there ever was and all there ever would be. A voice deep and thundering was also a voice high and melodic, and it cried out with many tongues, understandable by all men: "Savor this in your mind: hellfire on Earth crushed by divine." And the vision ended.

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December 19th, 2014
08:10 AM

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Elias woke up that morning in a cold sweat, although his room was well-heated. The vision disturbed him. Hellfire on Earth crushed by divine. Something beyond him threatened to break the world asunder, and it was close at hand. He showed up to school a few minutes after the front doors opened, and he sat at the table where he normally sat in the mornings. Graeff was distant, however, from his normal friends at the table. What did it all mean?​
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Claude readied himself to be yelled at by Tessa, only for the announcement to interrupt her. Thanking that principal, he made his way back to his class. He couldn't focus, not that anyone else could, but he was thinking back on "change" as Elias had so aptly put it. Change was normal for Claude. Moving around cities in France for a few years; his father left to gallivant off with women; his mom going from high-end salon to salon; the move to America; change was to be expected. But even then, change like a killer statue descending to Earth wasn't normal. It was a different kind of change. He kind of liked it.

The whispers and questions at school weren't answered or responded to. Claude didn't tell them about what happened earlier. It felt unnecessary. His mother wondered as well when he arrived home after she smothered him. That night, he dreamed. Fire in the sky and supernatural creatures flying about. He could feel time and life and whole universes at two ends of the spectrum and it was nauseating. Illuminated by a white light, Claude felt like the dizzying qualities of reality and fantasy was always there.

The voice, so loud and so enchanting, and its words resonated through his head. "Hellfire on Earth crushed by divine."

Claude awoke then with vague memories of the dream and six words imprinted upon his mind. His blankets were strewn about, kicked to one side and he was about to fall out of his bed. Dragging a hand through his sweaty (ew) hair, he sighed. Change was coming, it most certainly was and it seemed like he was caught up in the trouble. Fantastic.

At school and at lunch, Claude sat at his table of loud acquaintances. He stabbed his food repeated with the fork, the sound of metal scraping against plastic grating on his ears. All he could think about was "Hellfire on Earth crushed by divine" and what it could possibly mean. One of the guys gave him a knowing look and passed him some pills with a smirk. Huffing, Claude downed the pills with a gulp of water without preamble. It wasn't a hangover, but he still felt terrible. Maybe the pills would help and hopefully they weren't too strong. Most drugs and pills made him act strange. Even in the numbness of his head, "Hellfire on Earth crushed by divine" echoed through.

Useless meds.
 
Tessa sat at her normal table at school, at the far end, away from anyone else. Tessa was far too caught up in her thoughts. She had spent all last night scouring the internet, reading PDFs of books, and reading wikipedia articles. All in the vain attempt to learn something about what exactly had happened. Tessa hadn't slept at all, and was now dead in the water, completely exhausted. While she still managed to fix her hair, put on make up, and dress decently, one could tell by body language just how exhausted she was. Tessa sat idly by, head in hands, gears half-way turning in her head. Tessa's mind was telling her to keep going, and to keep learning, but her body was telling her to lay down and enjoy some rest.
 
While Jacob was attempting to convince the others to go back inside for their safety, the principal's voice boomed throughout the school.

"Teachers, students, you may now enter the building. Thank you."

"Well, that's just... good I guess," Jacob said, pleased that the principal had the same idea that he had. Jacob and the others returned back inside, and into class.

However, it bothered him that the goatlord was being ignored. The principal's words, as well as the now back-to-normal attitude of the other students and faculty meant that it was as if goatlord never existed. What if it suddenly springs back to life? What are we supposed to do? Go run into it again and miraculously prevent another student from dying? Is that it? No. We have to do something, but what? Even my athletic abilities won't do jack to that hulking piece of goat turd. There must be a better way... there must be so-...

Jacob managed to sleep due to the ridiculous amount of thoughts running through his mind. He decided that it was worth it to just to sleep through it - maybe it was just a bad dream.
 
Zoning out from the conversation between his friends, Elias stared around the cafeteria, and like fate, his eyes spotted a stern Claude and a stumped Tessa, both appearing sleepless and unfocused. The same applied to Elias, who couldn't sit right anymore and had a persistent itching at the back of his mind. Time moved so slowly now, and the dimly-lit cafeteria seemed more gloomy than ever with a front-row view of the courtyard. Am I the only one? Graeff skimmed the crowd, but anybody there could've had the same vision he had. All high schoolers had the same soulless appearance, drained from years of lifeless grade school. One of Elias's friends must've caught on, and she poked at him until he noticed her.

"What, Jamie?" Elias shot.

Jamie squinted her eyes. "Elias, dude, literally what the fuck are you looking at?"

"Nothing!"

"OK...?" A coy and questioning smile caught Jamie's green lips. Crazy lipstick did wonders, and the pallid and golden-blond Jamie looked like one of the whitest beaches around, pun not intended.

"Is my body too bootylicious for you, babe?" sang Elias with his best Beyonce imitation, throwing Jamie off and distracting her with the R&B top chart goddess. That bought him time to look at Claude with dark brown and intriguing eyes, sitting low and beckoning like Elias was a mother and needed to speak with Claude. Really they did if they wanted to unravel the mess. Elias'd probably look for Tessa during this, but she didn't seem like she wanted to talk. In fact, Tessa seemed a little intimidating right now.
 
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