Ghost......Dance....

[Kezaa (retired)]

*As Kezaa decended into the incredible school dance hall, he was seen wearing an unbelievable outfit, almost militaristic in appearance, and dating back in style from the 1700's. Clad mainly in blue, with the exception of black pants, His hair was slicked back, an unusual and less masculine look for one with hair such as his.*

*The hall was empty.*

*No people, none of the decorations that he saw before he went upstairs to change, nothing. Just white wall paper, blank. He started to move, thinking that it was one of the school's infamous pranksters bigger schemes. This however, was quickly brushed aside. There weren't a lot of people in this school that held the power to make all this vanish this quickly, and he was having trouble seeing any of those poeple use it that irresponsibly. He deduced that this must have been some cruel prank though.*

*He stood and contemplated this for a few minutes. Suddenly he heard a few faint noises. A few stray bangs fell in front of his face as he whirled around in the direction of the noises. They seemed muffled, trapped, even frantic. As he walked, the noises made clear that they were coming from the walls. Closer still, he realized that the wall paper was not exactly smoothed out. There were outward indentions....and they were squirming. His blue irises shrank as it occured to him: they were people.*

[Kezaa (retired)]

*Frightened, in fact appalled, he was nervous as what to do. Were they the same students that he had seen earlier? He honestly could not tell. Slowly, slowly he reached forward to touch one of them. She was breathing shakily, almost as if the paper tightened around her face was not even constricting her air. It was more like she was in a small room, hypovenalating.*

*A sliding noise rang out as his fingers stopped just inches away from the student's face. The paint no longer looked smooth or dry. It became wet, runny, thick. The paper itself also seemed to melt and the casing around the children ran off. They plotpped down to the floor and slowly came to. They shot each other relieved smiles, but that optimism vanished as they gazed upon the relieved Kezaa. Their eyes widened and they huddled together in terror. Kezaa grew more and more confused with each second.*

"Kids...don't you recognize me? I'm the Head Bo-"

*Kezaa was cut off by a child's scream from the group, and it soon rang all around the huge, empty room Soon, they were all screaming. As if he had beaten or abused them. As if he weren't even the Head Boy at all, but rather some monster. Scared, frustrated, and confused, he turned and ran from the group. He ran away to the exit, when....*

[Troy]

Troy sidled into the Dance Hall, hoping to remain unnoticed. He just wanted to ahve a look round, get a feel for the place so he could bring Elizabetta here sometime. But when he entered, it looked nothing like he expected.

There was no furniture, no decarations. The walls were white... and there were human shapes, people trying to push their way out. Another boy about Troy's age was standing next to one of the walls, watching closely. Troy just stood and stared.

What on earth was going on? This was definitely not anything like what he had expected to see. And when the people started pushing out of the walls... he just stood there. He couldn't think. Was it just a prank? Some illusion? But the children were screaming, the other boy definitely looked confused...

Troy had absolutely no idea what was going on.

[Kasatzia]

The screams of pure terror reached Kasatzia's immaculate hearing even before they had started, and a small, content smile appeared on her perfect face. Her red eyes darkened as she stood from her throne in the Valkerie Hideaway, her slender hands reaching up and untying her beautiful silky hair, feeling waves of pleasure slide through her as it cascaded around her shoulders and caressed her skin.

She re-tied it, using a single, deep red velvet ribbon, before smoothing down her red victorian gown that she wore. She looked naturally beautiful; it was the style of the third Valkerie, so different to her sisters own gentle style - Whisper preferred to adorn a white silk dress, gentle to the touch and soft in its nature. Kasatzia favoured corset-style dresses that accentuated her small waist, and preferred to wear darker colours.

Today, she decided, was an exception to the rule. She walked into her bedroom, and slid off her gown, before slipping on a plain black dress, almost what a maid might wear. As she turned to the mirror to look at herself, she smiled slightly. She looked so much more innocent, and part of her liked it. The dress was plain, but it suited her.

Kasatzia walked out of her bedroom, and stood next to the towering flames, before stepping into them. With a flash of red flames, she was gone.

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A second after she had disappeared from the Hideaway, she appeared in the Dance Hall with the same red flames as she had left in. She looked around quickly, spotting two people - and then a group of people that seemed vaguely familiar, but... she couldn't place them.

Kasatzia looked at the boy who was looking confused, her eyes deepening. She turned her eyes away from him before walking up to Kezaa, a boy she recognised.

"The terror on your face is almost amusing, Kezaa," she said in her quiet voice with a tiny smile. "But I can't just let you scare yourself to death without explaining it first. What's wrong?"

[Kezaa (retired)]

"K...Kasatzia?" he stammered slightly, looking upon one of the last people he'd expect to see in the dance hall.

*As per usual, she was a fair and exquisite vision to behold indeed, wearing the seemingly humble garbs of a maid. If she had the fan and the little cloth hat, it would actually be a cute addition. Now was not the time for dressup, though.*

"What are you doing here, Kasatzia? This was supposed to to be a typical school dance." he said, composing himself and pushing aside a few stray bangs that had clumped together in front of his face. He then looked around, absorbing the silent and murderous terror of this room. This definitely was not a prank. It was simply too cruel. Someone was getting some real kicks out of watching these children writhe, and Kezaa intended on punching a hole in that man's chest once he finds him.

"Kasatzia, you don't seem phased by any of this." he said, turning back to her in hopes of assessing some useful info. "Have you ever seen anything like this?"

[Kasatzia]

Her eyes seemed shadowed slightly, before she replied,

"Strange things happen often, Master Kezaa," she replied, not looking at him. "And one cannot be expected to remember them all."

Finally Kasatzia turned to gaze at his troubled face.

"I may not be the same as everyone else here," she said shortly, her eyes flashing white for one second, "But I am still entitled to wander."

[Marivel]

*Marivel creeped. From the shadows, she fled. From the night, she ran. Into the chamber, silently. She took vision upon the congregation. She was silent as stone. This was Kezaa, the betrayer. This was Kezaa, the hypocratic warrior. It would be interesting to see what he would do with that woman around him once more.

[Kasatzia]

ooc: Well aren't you nice? Wench. Always nice to know people around here are friendly. If you're just going to be unpleasant, please refrain from doing it here.

[Kezaa (retired)]

Tch, that was real helpful. he thought inwardly. Distant and vague, Kasatzia had not changed at all. But, maybe her words may make more sense by the end of this day.

*Kez then glanced over to the young boy at the far end of the room. He faintly recognized him as a Ravenclaw student. He walked over to ask him if he'd seen anything helpful, but a dark feeling swept over him. Feeling like the hairs standing on the back of his neck, it crawled up his spine and oozed into his brain.*

*He collapsed on his knees in midstep, his hands shooting to his head. A strained cry escaped, ringing the loudest and most painful of all through the chamber. After a few awkward moments, he fell to his face, out entirely.*

*He awoke. But it was.....not in the same place, at all. He was in a more narrow passageway, black dark, and reeking of dried blood and burnt flesh. Was he even in the school anymore? He got up and dusted himself off. There were a few bodies chained upside down to each wall, impaled on spike protruding through it.*

*Kezaa, now terrified and enraged, ran over to one of them, as if to expect some response. He touched the boy's face- he looked almost as old as himself. The skin was cold and dry. How long had this child been dead? What the hell happened here??*

[Tari]

"Sh*t," a voice whispered from near the red haired boy, as a girl made her appearance next to him. Her eyes were wide and slightly amused, her hands clenched into fists at her side.

Tari reached out hesitantly to touch Kezaa, before sighing with relief.

"Any ideas how the heck we got here?" she asked in a shaky voice, biting her lip.

[Kezaa (retired)]

*His eyes grew opaque in the dim light that trailed in through from the outside. He was in a quiet state of shock as he glanced over to regard the girl that held his face, and then right back to the boy. He could not let this stand.*

*He pushed his hair back down to what it usually looked like, his bangs hanging down in front of his face. They blackened his eyes though, making him quite unreadable. He looked around. Everything was different. No one else was here, not even that pesky little girl from before. The cooridor was a different one altogether, and the decor was less than pleasing to the eye. Old gadgets and such that had rusted away beyond all recognition. Like time had fast-forwardedby several years in some other castle. But he still loked the same. As did this student. She had a Ravenclaw badge. She looked new, but it looked like she knew what she was doing.*

After his long and silent contemplation, he said, "I'm sorry, miss. What was your name again?"

[Tari]

She smiled slightly.

"Tari," she replied, nodding to him. "And yeah, I can tell by the look on your face that you figure I'm new - you're right. Well... new-ish. I'm friends - "

She stopped, before taking a deep breath and rephrasing the answer.

" - I was friends with Kassie. But from what I heard, she was ummm... killed. Or something like that. I came here because she was here, but when I got here, I was told pretty much otherwise. All I remember them saying is that she was destroyed and something about some girl called Kasatzia."

She shrugged.

"Anyway," she said quickly, staring at their company. "Don't call me miss, it makes me feel like some kind of lady, and that isn't me at all."

Tari grinned, shoving her hands in her pockets, apparently forgetting where she was.

"You really don't need to be polite just because you're Head Boy or a gentlemen," she said, doing a jokey little curtsey. "As far as I'm aware, we're all the same here and you don't need to stand on call to impress anyone."

Realising she was still talking, she smiled slightly.

"Sorry - you've got to shut me up sometimes. I'm not always like this... generally I'm more quiet, shy and contemplative. But at this moment in time?"

Tari stared round again at where she was.

"I don't think I have time to be contemplative."

ooc: Phew!! I really didn't mean to go on that long!