#llynhurstclosed

​School had never been his strong suit. Military training included a decent education, but where Toli excelled in combat, he failed in classes. The lapse in time between his basic training and beginning school at Llynhurst only seemed to make academics more difficult. A professor had suggested a tutor early on, and while this felt like a defeat, his latest grades indicated that it was time to accept it.

Toli wandered through the library, heading towards where the tutor said to meet. The setting was intimidating, almost, in that he felt too big for the aisles, too large of a presence in a place meant to be quiet and subdued. Each of his footsteps seemed to garner more attention, and he reached up to fiddle with a necklace that wasn't there. Well. This was going to be an adventure. He approached the designated table, giving a slight smile to the lone girl behind it.

[text to: sio 💪 💕 ]: i’m here! i grabbed us a window seat x

Thumb hovering over the screen of her phone, Stevie grappled with the usual twist of nerves in her stomach as she tried to work out if she should send another text. Stupid girl. As if she cares how many texts you send! She narrowed her eyes, subtly reaching under the table to give her own knee a tight squeeze. As if she needed the demon’s intrusion at a time like this! So far, they’d had an unspoken agreement that it was the one area of her life that it wouldn’t meddle in, but that wasn’t exactly a binding contract. “J-just be quiet, alright? Haven’t you g-got, uh, anything better to do?” Really, it was like living in a terrible sitcom - Llynhurst’s own Two and a Half Men. 

Hazel had decided to branch out a little from her usual leisure activities. Setting aside her copy of Ulysses - well-loved, though still immaculate - she had taken it upon herself to begin a foray into podcasts. Many of the younger students were fond of them, and it would give her eyes a rest after long hours spent poring over lecture notes and request forms. The recent influx of new students had produced a sheer mountain of paperwork - bizarre requests, class options, and more besides - and she’d had little time to herself these past few days. Thus, the vampire had cleared a few hours of her evening to spend time alone and away from her work. It would be... bliss.

Sergei snapped shut his textbook with a sudden bam. He raised his head very slowly and glanced from left to right.

“Who said that?”

Man, couldn’t beat a good workout before lunch, right? After spendin’ yesterday all cramped up in fuckin’ lectures and discussion groups, Beatriz was more than fuckin’ glad to be doin’ something physical for once. The powerful smell of pheromones in the gym was gettin’ her all riled up too - her body bristled with dark hair, sweat clinging to the almost-fur as she grunted with every exertion. Shit, she’d missed the gym; back home, the local workout spot was nothin’ more than a human gym filled with scrawny wolves and those funky-lookin’ witches who always seemed to pop out. Llynhurst catered to supers properly - more weights, stronger machines, muscle and sinew on display at every turn. She’d never found bulk and brawn hot, but she could fuckin’ appreciate a fellow athlete, right?

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. The pounding of his bare feet against the pavement was grounding, welcome, appealing to his basal instincts. It called him back to foggy mountain ranges and hand-hollowed caves, to the roars of his predecessors echoing from peak to peak. It wasn’t as if Akio himself had spent long in such an environment, but some things were born and not raised. It was dark, quiet other than his own body’s sounds - heavy huffs of breath, blood rushing in his ears, thick tufts of hair escaping from his ponytail and brushing against his jawline. He felt so at peace while completing this late night jog, his eyes closed automatically. This was not a good thing.

He only made it a few more paces before he collided with something - no, someone. Only waist high, couldn’t be heavier than a sack of rice with that projectile range… Chikushou. Akio grimaced and went to help his poor victim up from the ground, trying not to drip blue-tinged sweat on her. Her outfit looked too clean for all this.