Chapter three
(Sept 15th Monday)

A particularly rainy দিন at the school, The Inner-School courtyard was almost pool-like with how much water it contained. Its lack of drainage-ways caused the intake to be at least three-inches and slowly climbing. It started like this a দিন prior, and hadn’t shown any sign of stopping.

Most of the students had decided to stay in bed, pretending to be under the weather, as they did not want to attend the few classes available. However around thirty-percent of the rest of the students were huddled in the লাইব্রেরি that was not attached to the main school, and was located inside the courtyard. It supplied computers, televisions, naturally books, soda machines, furniture, music-lounges, and even a small gift-shop with coffee and hot-cocoa machines. The বিবরণ of the inside varied from light-colored to pale-brown. It seemed that the farther back আপনি got, the less light-grey you’d see, and the আরো bland-brown আপনি would. The shelves were tall, and stretched out well. Too well unfortunately, as well as too multiple. If আপনি passed enough, one would either see a couple of students plotting little schemes, sleeping, অথবা in romantic actions.

A vast amount of the students inside this three-story building had stuffed their ভিডিও গেম into their backpacks and rushed into there. They were currently paying for another ঘন্টা of television-gaming-use.

Other students also packed certain items, mostly card and board games, as well as books, which they found a vast amount of entertainment from. Sadly though it was still a library, and when someone yelled out “UNO” অথবা “BINGO” অথবা “REDEMPTION (Fan if আপনি get that reference)”, not even the staff would have to shush them. There were so many “brainy” students there who despised such noise, that to make a loud sound would be to risk the horror of a weaponized-hard-cover book.

Some students simply sat at the main entrance, which was directly aligned with the gift-shop. There were large blandly-colored couches, with backs leaning against the windowed-walls, and directly to their side, across the entrance-width, was a young male student attempting to almost place the dollar into the television-slot, have it scanned, then pull it out before it was sucked in.

The boy apparently succeeded, but unfortunately he did this with very little subtlety. The shop-lifting-alarm blared, sending a good amount of students into a terrified stampede for the exit. The very few, but still আরো than five, librarians informed them that nothing was wrong, and only a portion disbelieved this notion, and left. Dark glares were sent to the student who sent off the alarm.

“Ugh! I was almost asleep!” A male student, whose name was Night, complained. He had good reason. It was taking him a very long amount of time to get drowsy, and now his plans were thwarted.

A female student, whose name was Trinity, approached him with a non-amused look. “What if it was a fire?”

“I’m sure আপনি could carry me outside অথবা something.” Night smirked, though his tone was that of an annoyed variety.

“Well maybe আপনি could patrol her now.” Trinity suggested as she sat on the পালঙ্ক পরবর্তি to him, looking out towards the rain.

Night yawned as he hoisted himself up to look through the window. “She’s still out there?” This she that he was referring to was another student, one that a vast amount of the others considered either beautiful অথবা mentally-ill. Some students referred to her as “hot” on occasion, but in truth the only seductive part about her was her flirtatious grin and glance, though truth be told she was not attempting to flirt with anyone. She was not a জনপ্রিয় student exactly, but known enough. And she had been walking around in the rain for three hours.

“Yep. Still there.” Trinity answered. “She just keeps circling the tree, then stops, looks at the moon, then continues walking.” Trinity chuckled slightly. “Maybe she’s got lunar-powers অথবা something.”

“Well,” Night ব্যক্ত as he propped himself up a bit more, “this is a school for supernatural-mobians after all.”

Trinity shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe we should let her i- never mind. Here she comes.”

The strange-girl student walked casually inside, straining her black hair that hung over her face a bit. She blew a gust of air to সরানো it from her strange slightly-glowing eyes, then continued walking casually inside. Rynk, of course was this student. Her normal Persian-attire was replaced দ্বারা a pale-grey T-shirt, a dark-purple hoodie, and black jeans. She had her bare-feet, and blood-stained anklet on, which was another reason the other students found her a bit off, and her golden-colored earrings still hung from her almost rabbit-sized lynx-ears.

“Hey, Persian-girl’s got a new outfit!” A student called out. Rynk knew not who this was, so she quickly assumed it was Night, as the voice came from his general direction.

“Shocking , isn’t it?” She chuckled. Strangely it was when she talked that they became the most estranged. Everyone could almost have sworn that Rynk had a Persian accent, but for some reason it sounded very proper-British now, which confused them greatly.

“Um… What happened to your voice?” Night asked.

Rynk gave a teasing grin. “You thought that little performance was my real accent? I don’t even know if I had the right racial-vocal-whatever.”

“So you’re not Persian?” Trinity asked with a confused look.

“No, I’m Persian, but I’m also Scottish, and possibly something else, so I guess my voice randomized অথবা something. So this is what I got stuck with.” Rynk answered casually. “Do I sound weird অথবা something?”

“No. No weirder tha-“

Trinity’s reply was interrupted দ্বারা a very angry voice yelling out “I HATE RAIN!”, as Grace walked into the library, soaking wet.

“You okay, Grace?” Rynk asked as she rushed over to aid her “friend”. So far the friendship between Grace and Rynk had been around ninety-percent Rynk and two-percent Grace, leaving the other eight somewhere in space. This two percent was only enough to acknowledge Rynk’s friendliness, as Rynk was the self-appointed friend to Grace. Grace never really cared that much, and she did not know Rynk too well, but at the moment she was not in a good mood.

“Do I look ok- what happened to your voice? I thought আপনি were Persian.” Grace noticed.

“I am Persian.” Rynk giggled. “My accent just doesn’t agree with the rest of me for some reason. আপনি need a blanket অথবা something?”

“… No. I’ll be okay.” Grace sighed. She could feel another one of Rynk’s over-friendly moments coming on. Nothing particularly annoying ever happened because of these, but for some reason Grace felt some form of dread from them.

“What brought আপনি inside here?” Rynk asked.

Grace shivered a bit, rethinking the blanket-offer. “My stupid roommate locked his stupid self, and me out of our dorm-room, then I got stupidly locked out of the stupid school. Ya happy now?” Grace did not mean to snap at anyone, but প্রদত্ত the cold, the rain, the darkness, and the prior events, her mood was well earned.

“Strangely I am. Guess I’m just positive that way.” Rynk answered. Rynk seemed to do this a lot. She would be asked a প্রশ্ন অথবা insulted in a way that should annoy someone, but she’d always just say something positive that would either confuse the person, অথবা make them feel guilty. Sadly this was only a smoke-screen to Rynk’s real personality, as she was not relatively this positive for real.

“Well good for you.” Grace groaned. “I’m gonna try to get back inside the main-school. Beats the talk-and-shush-zone any day.”

Grace started for the door, but felt a fuzzy-like-material go over her shoulder as she went. She looked over and saw Rynk put her জ্যাকেট over her. “You might need it.” Rynk suggested, gesturing to the fact that because of being locked out improperly, Grace was wearing a tang-top and jeans, which did not give her much heat.

Grace nodded and walked out, with Rynk following. “I might be able to pick the lock.” Rynk informed. Grace nodded and they continued.

They both looked up for a moment and noticed that it was still very dark. It was like the night just stopped, and the clouds reflected the blackness of it. They could only see the moon shining through the clouds, then Grace looked over and…

“Why are your stripes glowing??” She asked with widened eyes. Rynk looked at her own hands and saw that the moon-shaped cups of her black stripes were in fact glowing bright-blue.

“Uh… I ate a flash-light?” Rynk fibbed. “I dunno. Been that way for as long as I can remember. Doesn’t do anything as far as I can tell. … Hey, who’s that?”

Rynk pointed to a male figure sitting on the bench under the tear-tree that kept the area below it ever so dry and untouched. It was a শিয়াল she assumed, though she would need a better view.

“Why not sit down for a bit?” Rynk suggested.

“Aka, why not hook me up with some stranger????” Grace guessed with a slight glare.

“Exactly.” Rynk smirked.


“No wa-“ Too late. Rynk was already dragging Grace দ্বারা the hand to the bench. She would have strangled the lynx right there if the শিয়াল wasn’t there. If he wasn’t so fit-looking, she might have still wrung Rynk’s neck, but she did not have her scythe with her, and she did not think he would choose her side in a fight.

“Mind if we sit down for a bit?” Rynk asked as she and her hostage neared the bench.

“I beg of আপনি to mind.” Grace groaned.

The শিয়াল shrugged. “Fine দ্বারা me.” He answered in a very nice Australian accent. Rynk seemed to be enjoying this, while Grace was near gagging.

“Oh of all the things, there’s some যেভাবে খুশী buff-fox dude, with an Australian accent.” She gagged in her mind. “All we need now is some monster for him to fight, and a boomerang.”

“You’re Australian…” Grace murmured mindlessly.

“… Uh… You’re Mobotropian.” The শিয়াল replied, attempting not to say the wrong thing.

“And I’m Persian with a British accent.” Rynk chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

The শিয়াল chuckled with her a bit. “Can’t tell if we’re all racist অথবা confused.”

“What no ‘G’day Mate’ অথবা ‘Sheela’ অথবা ‘croikey’” Grace quipped with rolled eyes as she sat down with her hands under her chin.

“G’day mate, Sheela, and croikey.” The শিয়াল ব্যক্ত with a smirk. Grace gave him a glare. He just smirked more.

“Well then, what are আপনি two ‘Sheelas’ doin out heah?” The শিয়াল continued to tease.

“Locked out.” Rynk replied. “I’m Rynk.”

“Ah’m Craiger. Nice to meet you,” He ব্যক্ত to Rynk, “and nice to annoy আপনি apparently.” He ব্যক্ত to Grace. “Not that I’m trying really. So I’m guessing you’re not going to tell me yo’r name.”

“Foxlock Holmes strikes again.” Grace insulted without making eye-contact.

Craiger just shrugged. “Ahlright then. Guess Ah’ll have ta make one up for ya. Let’s see… Grumpy… Dop-“

“GRACE! G-R-A-C-E! Don’t go mis-spelling it.” The flustered শিয়াল glared with her eyes fixed with annoyance.

“Alright then. Not mah place to ask what kicked your rump this morning, but ah suppose this weathah’s prone ta do that.” He ব্যক্ত calmly.

“So which dimension are আপনি from?” Rynk asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Mobocan.” Craiger answered casually.

“No kidding! Me too!” Rynk informed energetically.

“Really? Which country? Ah’m from Gei Si Heir.”

“Supreta. Guess that makes up arch-nemesis’s অথবা something.” Rynk chuckled.

“Only if the feds find out.” Craiger chuckled back.

Grace rose up from the আসন and ব্যক্ত “Well I’m sure I’ll be there at your marriage. G’bye.” She snapped as she quickly walked off. “G’bye” was on emphasis that she meant the least amount of good in the bye of it. As she started to come out of ear-shot Craiger called out “Nice to make your acquaintance, G-R-A-C-E.”

Even Rynk knew that he had just pushed it far. Grace stormed back and snarled “Knock it off, অথবা that tongue’s gonna end up in-“

“Alright, alright.” Craiger agreed, gesturing for her to keep things G-rated. “Sorry for upsetting you.” Grace simply acknowledged his reply then turned and continued off. Rynk waved good-bye to Craiger then followed.

“You didn’t need to get ticked at him.” Rynk complained. “What did he do?”

“He looked pretty. And I’m guessing all he wanted was to look at some other pretty things.” Grace answered sternly. While Rynk did not agree that this friendly and witty student was meaning those intentions, she did detect the hint of personal-past coming from Grace’s tone. A past that Rynk also understood a bit আরো than Grace knew, but that was because Rynk kept it a very well secret.