Character: Drualt and her students. Open to anyone who wants to join in.
Time and Place: Gym. tuesday, 3 pm-ish
Rating: PG-13 (will change if needed)
Summary: Drualts 9th class at RCA
Warnings: Drualt's in that ... Drualt like mood again, beware~!
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Feel the music~ )
It did feel weird, being back in the gym with Ivan, it made chills rise on her arms even though she wasn't cold as the memory hits the front of her mind...Ivan's almost glowing eyes feel like they're right in front of her. For that small slot of time Drualts silent, until she snaps out of it and looks back at him, rubbing her arms to make the chill go away.
"Yeah..." Drualt nods, looking at the mirrors, "they're a little less broken, and a lot less bloody..." She says, feeling a lump rise in her throat, "I had some help from the students and my dad, to fix the place up again..." She says, even though Francis technically wasn't her dad anymore, she still treated him as such and loved him the same as she always had...despite the scars he'd left on her heart, every now a than they're start to sting again, feeling that they were being re-opened...
She thinks about asking him about what he wrote on the mirrors...and to make sure it wasn't directed at her...it still scared her to think that maybe he'd been mad at her as well as just generally stressed when he let hell rain on her gym room...
Drualt looks back over at her speakers a moment, pushing the unpleasant memories out of her head. She turns and smiles, "So your not hurting anymore right?" She asks, and takes a deep breath "Even if you don't think so, I am concerned when your hurt," Drualt says and looks down at her hands rubbing them together, "My dad really likes you, love you even I'm sure...If he does, than I can at least be concerned..." She chuckles and looks back up from under her now blonde bangs, "Please don't try anything stupid like that again, ok? you scare us." Drualt admits.
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