ANNOUNCEMENT 002

[intercom_voice]

[Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you will hear the loud screeching of a microphone through the speakers before it dies down. Not long after, a familiar husky voice blares through said speakers.

Although her tone is somewhat pleasant, she manages to keep her authoritative tone as well.]

Good afternoon. [There's a brief pause.] You've all been quite busy, haven't you? It's, hm...interesting to watch, to say the least. But do keep the property damage to a minimum, will you? It's awfully rude to smash people's property on arrival, don't you think?

[Despite that warning, she manages a soft (if a bit ominous) chuckle.]

That being said, I hope you're all well rested. A good rest means a good grade, after all~.

[There's another burst of feedback before the announcement comes to an end.]

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[perpetuallyexposedchest]

-! [Miguel blinks as his fist makes contact with nothing but air; his entire body spinning slightly with the swing of his fist before tripping slightly over his own feet and stumbling against the nearest wall.]

[Miguel let's out a short grunt of pain and immediately pushes himself off from the wall's surface; a grimace on his features at the man's nonchalant attitude.]

Rrgh- Don't you dare walk away from me...!

[Miguel charges for Vulpes once more at full speed; this time going for an outright tackle.]

[cybrid]

[ ... Or Pegasus will ask him for a drink instead of performing some sort of miracle act. There's that he didn't consider. If Max were here, he'd probably get a good laugh out of the suggestion, a joke at his own expense like he did in Hong Long topped off with a hearty clap on Leo's shoulder. But Leo isn't much of a drinker, hasn't been since Max abused the substance by mixing it with his PTSD medication. It didn't make the man sick but it was a factor that made it worse.

Still, social drinking can't too bad. He doesn't have to down much and he has a better chance of learning more from that than he does wandering around the rest of the joint. Pegasus has been here for a month; he should have something to say about the place. ]

Sure. [ Leo gives the a man a brief nod of his head. ] Lead the way.

[truetocaesar]

[If he wasn't so disgusted by the man's drunken display, he would probably have smirked when he stumbles into the wall. As it is, he simply continues to stare at Miguel with the same, unpleasant look.]

[In response to those words he takes another step back, his unworried stance only breaking when the taller man suddenly charges at him. Throwing his whole body rather than just a fist helps with his accuracy. Vulpes hisses in pain when his back slams to the hard floor, already aching head impacting with the linoleum in a way that leaves him dazed again. Furious now, he reaches his hands up when he's no longer seeing stars and wraps them around Miguel's neck, trying to strangle him.]

[perpetuallyexposedchest]

[At first, the wild man chortles as he successfully mounts his opponent the way one might pounce upon a raging bull; grinning widely. The larger man's weight settles comfortably atop the smaller man's own. Ah, yes... this proximity is much better. Miguel's deep voice suddenly erupts into a fit of boisterous laughter once more as he contemplates pummeling the other man right then and there. This is the kind of bliss that the Spanish man is only ever capable of feeling in the midst of battle; the joy of dominating another opponent. The man knows damn well that the advantage has now been drastically shifted in his favor- and he's going to take his sweet time enjoying this moment...]

[-Or at least that was the plan, until Vulpes suddenly wraps his hands around Miguel's throat.]

Nghk-! [The drunkard gasps through the restriction on his throat; eyes widening. One hand reaches up to pry the other man's hand away from his neck, and he grits his teeth as he chokes. Before getting too light-headed, Miguel suddenly takes action; abruptly giving Vulpes an open-handed MANLY SLAP across the face.]

[1300ft_freefall]

You're not worried about falling?

[There's not really any concern in his voice or expression; just confusion and a bit of curiosity. This seems like just a normal kid; a kid with vey good balance, apparently, but still.]

[truetocaesar]

[Vulpes has been too well-trained to allow a disadvantageous shift in his opponent's favor to cause him to give up. Whatever avenues of resistance are available, he knows to seek out... and t his time, strangulation happened to be the most readily available option considering how he's otherwise trapped beneath Miguel's greater bulk.]

[His eyes darken with deadly focus as he squeezes the degenerate's neck with as much focus and strength he can muster considering the horrible ache in his head. He can hear his opponent gasp, and only tightens his grip in response. victory seems within reach, when suddenly a new burst of pain lights up the side of his face. That in itself might not be so terrible if it didn't also send his head back into the floor again. Dazed yet again, his grip on Miguel's neck slackens. Is the hallway spinning? How inconvenient.]

[1300ft_freefall]

I don't know, it was just a room. There were just a bunch of chairs in it.

[He shrugs; there's really nothing else to tell about it. He does, however, tighten his grip on the chair just a bit more. Something about this man just gives off the impression that he would try to take someone else's furniture from them if he happened to take a liking to it.]

[magical_melonhead]

[He laughs.]

What rot, who told you such lies?

1/2

[perpetuallyexposedchest]

[Miguel gasps for breath as the grip on his throat losens; face slightly red as he sucks air into his lungs. If he wasn't already feeling woozy and light-headed before, the man certainly was now.]

[Gripping the front of Vulpes' uniform, Miguel raises the man up; voice growling from deep within his throat.]

You... [Cough] son of... a.... [Miguel's hands shake slightly before losing their grip altogether.]

[perpetuallyexposedchest]

[Finally, after several sleepless nights, multiple fights, binge drinking, and strangulation, Miguel's tired body seems to have reached it's threshold for abuse and general neglect at the moment. His eyes flutter momentarily before closing altogether, and the large man suddenly collapses.]

[This is officially the first time he's ever been knocked out without ever really being hit. Though it's definitely not the first time he has ever passed out in a less-than-favorable position.]

[mister_foppish]

I said what. I never agreed to letting you go. I simply agreed to not torturing you. And I am a man of my word.

[Pegasus' smile widened, lips belying the terrible intentions he possessed. He slyly slipped his hand up to cup beneath Ivan's chin, tilting his head back towards him to look him in the eyes.]

Hmm. I did not say I was "too good" to ask, my dear Ivan-boy. But rather that you simply don't deserve the kind of treatment I previously had in mind, after that little stunt you pulled.

I will do with you as I please.

[mister_foppish]

What's even the point of keeping us here? Unless there's a pertinent reason I really don't see the point.

[He's not going to give up so easily. His knowledge in the occult barely prepared him for being brought into an alternative dimension as it was.]

And how are you doing it? How did you manage to bring together people from different worlds? And why?

[ivantheterrible]

... [True enough, but Ivan still didn't like it. As Pegasus forces his head back to look him in the eyes, Ivan shoots back with another steely leer. He doesn't say anything, still feeling rather lowly for having had to beg.]

[Ivan hated nothing more than this lack of control. It was humiliating! Embarrassing. It made him feel weak.]

And what would that me?

[mister_foppish]

[A casual little drink with a new acquaintance could hardly be so bad, could it? After all, Pegasus was the perfect example of a gracious host. He'd half-expected Leo to say "no", so he's pleasantly surprised. Very pleasantly surprised, in fact. So much so he clasped his hands together while his entire face lit up.]

Oh how wonderful!~ Mind you, I know it seems sudden but we're in a strange place with no one familiar and all alone, none of our usual resources...may as well make some! And what better way to get to know each other a little better, hmm?

[Honestly Pegasus is the sort who is something of a social butterfly but yet still managed to withdraw from personal connections back home. This place was sort of forcing him to adjust or else he may never find a way out.]

Alright, I hope you don't mind if it's in the dean's office. [It's sort of become his unofficial haven given he had exclusive access to the liquor cabinet.] I think my dormitory might be a little too cramped for you.

[He doesn't want to make him feel claustrophobic, after all. That would be rude. Plus there was his roommate Lee to consider. Pegasus saunters towards the indoors casually, knowing Leo would be following after him before long. It wasn't too far, just in the staff wing of the school.]

[mister_foppish]

...Well, actually. I am willing to strike a bargain. Provided you agree to what it is I want.

[He had a few ideas as to how to level the playing field, from their previous encounters. Now it was time for him to act on them. He was a businessman after all. Bargains were something he stood to profit from.]

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm not sure where my hands might wander of their own accord...

[ivantheterrible]

Threats in the form of a bargain. How coy of you.

[Ivan pulls his lips into a tight line, studying Pegasus's face.]

So what is it?

[cybrid]

[ What if it was Jeannie? Would you let her run around without checking in on her?

He gives a light huff as he looks over his shoulder and down the hallway. Another Leo happened to show him the dormitories earlier; he could keep an eye on him until someone he knows shows up. If they do. The woman in charge seems to be fairly selective if the people he's run into are any indication. ]

Well, without a way to leave, you'll need a place to sleep, right? [ He looks back at the youth, locking eyes. The tone he takes can be compared to what an adult would use when addressing a child. ] How about you come stay with me until you run into someone you know?

[mister_foppish]

Mmm, well. A man has to have his ways, doesn't he?~

[It's not easy to read someone like himself when he was the one who held all the cards, and thus no reason to expose his methods. However, there was more to it than that. Now he stared at him with an impish glint in his eye, lips curved into a smirk.]

I am a man who enjoys...a show, you might say. I should think you know what I mean.

[Oh yes. He's being rather terrible right now.]

Perhaps...I don't have to touch you so you may preserve yourself from me. If you do so yourself, that is.

[pluginboy]

Sort of... [Piko cants his head, waiting to see where Leo was going with this. When he's offered to room with him, Piko flusters a bit and waves his hands.]

I-is that really okay? I don't know you... [Then again, he didn't know anybody around here, and at the very least Leo was the only other person he'd seen who was...well, not quite a person.]

[cybrid]

Reasonable? That's a fucking joke, right?

[cybrid]

I understand. [ Because there are some sick fucks out there. He's had to off quite a few and bring others in for due process. Leo knows how bad people can get which is part of the reason he's even offering. He can't, on good conscience, let Piko stay with some person who may or may not indulge in some sick past-times. ]

It's up to you. I just want to keep an eye out and make sure nothing bad happens to you. If you're uncomfortable sleeping in the same room, I can leave until you wake up. [ The corner of his mouth twitches, the start of a smile reaching his face. ] You'll have the bunk-beds all to yourself. [ Because all kids like bunk-beds right? ]

[truetocaesar]

[The world tilts dangerously when Miguel raises his him by the grip on his uniform, and focusing on the matter at hand is nearly impossible. Vulpes blinks, squinting at the drunk profligate above him.]

[And then, before he knows it, the man is passed out on top of him. The legionary tries to push him off a few times, but the efforts only add to his own dizziness and nausea. In fact, during one more such attempt, the world slowly goes black and he too falls back, unconscious.]

[cybrid]

[ Leo watches the man leisurely stroll into the building as though he doesn't have a care in the world. Some people are easy to please. With a scoff to himself and a shake of his head, the cybrid eventually follows suit. It takes him a moment but a few quick strides and he's walking just shy of the man. ]

So I take it the office is empty. [ Though it's worded as a question, it's clear he isn't looking for an answer. ] ... Have you run into the staff? There's the nurse, I know. She's so damn skittish you can't get a straight answer out of her.

[ As he talks, a tiny flashing light appears in the center of his pupil while his irises begin to glow. One thing he gets out of this trip is more data for his visual reference of the building. ]

[mister_foppish]

[He just offered him his most welcoming smile still, not really seeking to be too pushy about it.]

You're welcome to sit down again if you like. Rest a spell, it could do you some good.

You might want to be sitting down when I tell you this after all. You see, this place isn't exactly...well, no one has found a way to leave yet. You might have to endure a little while before you can go home. I'm sure your advisors will understand once they realize you were kidnapped.

[Honestly Pegasus hasn't been very happy about this either given he has a company to run.]

But it's alright. We're all in the same boat.

[perpetuallyexposedchest]

[Hopefully Vulpes enjoys sleeping beneath nearly 270 pounds of muscle. It takes quite some time before Miguel begins to stir, several hours later.]

[Furrowing his brow, the man shifts his weight; subconsciously registering the fact that there is someone beneath him. Maybe he should move. Whoever the unfortunate woman is this time, she would no doubt appreciate having the ability to breathe without being restricted by Miguel's crushing weight. The Spaniard gives a low grumble of a groan from within his throat; slowly raising himself up a quarter of an inch before uselessly collapsing back down again. Urgh... Miguel hasn't even opened his eyes up yet and his head is killing him.]

[Dreading the act but following through regardless, Miguel slowly cracks his eyes open; lifting his head just enough to peer at the person below him. He blinks to focus his eyes, and eventually the face of.... a man... comes into view.]

....

[Wait....]