aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
First: The Reveal
Second: Find an Exit, Talk it Over


"Who still farms, anyway? I mean, gas, right? The pipelines stopped. Tractors gotta run somehow, don't they?"

They were walking - ambling, really - down an almost-invisible path between two fields of something Urania was pretty sure was wheat. The demon pretending to be a gym teacher hadn't said anything since they started walking, so Urania grabbed at the first topic she could find.

"Magic," he answered mildly. "And horses. Mostly horses."

"Horses? What is this, the eighteen-hundreds?"

"Last time I checked, a couple years after the pipelines stopped running." He looked, she thought, amused. He also looked human; with the wings gone, he didn't look anything at all like a demon.

"...Touche, creepy demon man." He still was a demon. It was important to remember that.
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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
directly after The Reveal, from yesterday.

Urania ran straight into the demon's wing membrane, dragging the skinny kid along with her. If she shoved through fast and hard enough, the door ought to push open. It might hurt a bit, but that was nothing compared to what would happen if a room full of demons got their hands on her.

She'd been hiding in the bleachers when they attacked her school. Urania had a very clear idea of what demons were capable of.

The demon made a surprised grunt, but they were going too fast for him to stop them. One sharp shove through with the heel of her hand, an awful bending and tearing noise, and they were through.

Forward and to the left, that was where they'd come in. Urania didn't stop, didn't slow down, just ran, catching the skinny kid as he stumbled, pulling him upright when he fell.

She'd be quicker without him.

She wasn't going to leave anyone to the demons.
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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Set in Year 19 of the Addergoole School.

"As I told you all on your first day here, Addergoole is an experimental school."

Urania had found herself a nice corner of the dining hall where she could see everyone. Today, she was sharing the table with a Sixteenth Cohort, Hroderich, an Seventeenth Cohort, Bracken, and two other nineteenth Cohorts, one of whom refused to give a name but was skinnier and hungrier than Urania and one of whom looked far too clean, far too smug, and far too well-fed and called himself Kameron. She hadn't meant to share her table with any of them except the underfed feral one, but they just seemed to gravitate to her table.

She was trying to eat, without looking like she was stuffing her face - one of the advantages of having the feral one there was that he made her look tidy and well-fed by comparison - but the Director had decided it was a good day to start lecturing.
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