Truce
02-19-2004, 01:41 AM
ooc-Mr. V, there, I set up the scenario for you. The rest of you...well, you decide what to do. If you think it's boring now don't worry, pretty soon there'll be action. I just haven't finished typing the whole event out.
It had started a few years ago, a disease that, while popping up only occasionally, was deadly. No cure had been found, and there was no apparent way to prevent the acquiring of the sickness, as none knew how it spread. The only thing known was that it drove people crazy, and then they just simply went dead.
All they could do was put the sick in a room, and hope they could survive. For the most part they didn't, and this is why Feol never liked going into the rooms that kept them. Everything was so full of...death. The air, the ground, the people...it was so rare to find one alive.
However, despite the chances of one being alive, he had to check in on them, for noone else would. As the Academy's Master, it had become his unofficial duty to do so.
* * *
Night had fallen and everyone was somewhere, dealing in their own way with today's events. Most of the students had gone to their beds, Retsa was in her office thinking, teachers were off doing their thing, and Toma was in his isolated classroom still fuming.
Speaking of Toma...
"Idiots...all of them. How dare they compare him to me?" He slammed his fist against the wall. "I'm not going to make the same mistake as that guy!"
At that point the door behind him opened. "There you are. I've been looking all over for you."
Toma turned to face the newcomer, and when he realized who it was he snarled. "You. What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to apologize."
"Apology not accepted. Now go."
"..."
It had started a few years ago, a disease that, while popping up only occasionally, was deadly. No cure had been found, and there was no apparent way to prevent the acquiring of the sickness, as none knew how it spread. The only thing known was that it drove people crazy, and then they just simply went dead.
All they could do was put the sick in a room, and hope they could survive. For the most part they didn't, and this is why Feol never liked going into the rooms that kept them. Everything was so full of...death. The air, the ground, the people...it was so rare to find one alive.
However, despite the chances of one being alive, he had to check in on them, for noone else would. As the Academy's Master, it had become his unofficial duty to do so.
* * *
Night had fallen and everyone was somewhere, dealing in their own way with today's events. Most of the students had gone to their beds, Retsa was in her office thinking, teachers were off doing their thing, and Toma was in his isolated classroom still fuming.
Speaking of Toma...
"Idiots...all of them. How dare they compare him to me?" He slammed his fist against the wall. "I'm not going to make the same mistake as that guy!"
At that point the door behind him opened. "There you are. I've been looking all over for you."
Toma turned to face the newcomer, and when he realized who it was he snarled. "You. What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to apologize."
"Apology not accepted. Now go."
"..."