*Awakening from the Chaos

[Soma Cruz]

Something......echoed.

A seemingly non-existant figure rested in the rafters of the Great Hall. He was at rest because everything up to this point was at peace, in place. Something sought to creep through his proverbial microcosm, though. A presence that was strikingly familiar and yet.....so much horrifying then he remembered.

His eyes began to flutter.

Invisible to everyone else, even himself, he rose from his back to his feet, completely erect. His once neatly trimmed hair now flooded down past his shoulders in a beautiful cascade of silk. His transparent pupils searched wearily around the room. His white trench jacket bounced several times against his comfortably loose fitting pants and black t-shirt. In spite of all these clothing articles around his body, he held a surprisingly slim and defined figure. If he were any more sleek, he would almost look feminine.

He felt as if he had been piledrived into oblivion and back.

Rubbing his shoulders and his neck, he looked about in the great dining hall. He was pondersome as to how he woke up here, and in the rafters, of all places. It almost felt like being in a Hamlet play, and he the unnssicary corpse of Polyphemus strewn onto the rafter. There seemed to be some sort of commotion, but he could not exactly make it out. What happened around here? Nevermind that, what happened to him? He could not explain why his head was hurting so badly....

[Michaela]

THe heavy wooden doors that separated Great Hall from the rest of the school swung open with an audible squeak, parting to let pass a slender woman with raven black hair and cool silver eyes. The space was wide open and empty, from her initial pass-over, but for some reason she didn't quite feel alone.

With a cat-like grace the woman launched herself into the air and landed lightly atop one of the many wooden tables, her shroud mirroring her movements with a startling finesse. Mother always told you not to run with scissors... Mother was never around. Mother was always too busy with matters of state. She was mother. Mother to herself, mother to her sister...

...Rhea...

Michaela dropped to her knees on the table and clutched her head in her hands, the sword clattering to rest next to her. The pain passed as quickly as it had come and left her disorriented, panting again with confussion and temporarily snow-blinded by it's now absent intensity.

Wrapping cold dead fingers back around the hilt to her sword, she rose again, somewhat shakily, and commenced a runway-esque strut down the length of that wooden surface. Kicking ove rthe empty candelabras as she went, the woman made her way up to the Head's table and stared silently at the cloth that hung over it, bearing the school's insignia.

"A match, a match... my kingdom for a match..."

[Soma Cruz]

".....Queenie??" Soma asked after a moment of befuddlement at her almost abrupt entrance. He was unsure as to whether or not she could actually hear him, but it seemed that she had surely gone into some state of madness. This much he could tell, because in her hand was a proud and thirsty-looking sword. And no vampire in their right minds would go raiding this castle unless they were insane. Or perhaps, this went much deeper then the situation let on....

He floated serenely to the floor from his place on the cieling, disregarding momentarily any puzzling thoughts as to why he woke up there to begin with. He paced up slowly behind her, honestly unsure as to what she might do if he approached her too close, too quickly. Not that he cared. What had he to fear? He knew in his mind that he could not die. And he was right. How could one die when they already were dead? This last thought was not in his memory, but he knew he was invincible nonetheless. And he planned to prove that fact to the Head Boy, Kezaa.

"Lovely evening for a raid, hmm? I never thought anyone in the caves would ever take up the chance for storming the castle like this." he chuckled slightly, a mere few feet behind her.

[Michaela]

"Goodevening, Soma," Michaela began, not bothering to turn around. There had only ever been one person to call her that. "Last I heard, you had left us..." She was more surprised than she could say that he was still around.

Finally managing to pull her eyes away from that tablecloth, the vampiress turned to face the man hovering behind her. "Keep in mind, Mr. Cruz, that I am not just 'anyone'." Her mouth twitched faintly and she shook her head. "And the caves? They're pretty well gone. The rock itself is there, sure, but everything inside it...?" Kamikaze...

She was completely insane. She knew it. Let the masses come.

"I also have myself a bit of an army of mentally derranged students. And a demon. I was somewhat surprised when this sword had it's desired effect on him... I was half expecting to just kill him. But hey.

"Speaking of the sword," she continued, her tone amiable as she 'conversed' with a man she considered a close friend. "I have absolutely no idea how it would work on someone as translucent as yourself. Care to play guinea pig for me, love?" Not waiting for a reply, not caring if he protested, Mich provided the familiar push that started the sword's glow. Red light floated upwards to encircle Soma, tightened with vice-like force around his fragily transparent form, and then blinked out of sight. Red glow and Soma Cruz were both gone from the room.

"Curious," she muttered, quirking an eyebrow with interest. Issuing a minute shrug, and seeing no furthur purpose for being within the Hall, she turned again... this time to leave.