Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

Yves doe-like blue eyes pranced distractedly over the thesis work before her as her lab partner droned on and on about the rebels and their foolish attacks on the demon communities, not realizing that the young girl who had been rooming with her in the dormitories and collaborating with her on their group project was the daughter of one of those cells. Yve would normally be a little more worried after arrests were made, but shed received a calming message from her mother this morning that her parents were okay. Raids had missed their location and they had received her latest package. All was well, and their mission still on track. Still, the base of her skull tingled and she couldnt shake the sensation of trouble. Twenty-five milliliters has a reaction time of three seconds, Tama recited clearly, not glancing up from her station in anticipation that Yve was paying attention to their times as they ran through their experiment one more time. When Yve did not respond with a comparison to the first set of data, Tamas black, almond eyes lifted up and peered at her partner through her plastic safety goggles. Yvonne! she snapped, startling the petite redhead out of her thoughts. Twenty-five milliliters is three seconds. Record it and pay attention. Yve frowned at the girls bossy tone. Tama was president of their class branch of the Human-Demon Coalition, valedictorian, Yves roommate in the dormitories, and the closest thing to a friend she had in this damned place. Which wasnt saying much, considering that Tama wasnt very nice or reliable, and there seemed to always be a sense of distaste in her tone whenever she talked to or about Yvonne. They were complete opposites. Tama was tall and curvaceous with sleek, raven-black hair, olive skin and almond-shaped eyes so dark they may as well be black holes. She had turned eighteen two days ago and was scheduled for her final assessment in a short time, which she would surely pass. It was her goal to become a demons companion, and she wore it on her sleeve like it was an honor. And then there was Yvonne. She was petite, barely two inches past five feet tall, and a slender frame and innocent face that aided her in her lie that she was only seventeen. With long red hair that feathered and frizzed about her face, a slight splattering of freckles, large blue eyes and a natural pout, Yvonne had been easily able to forge her records when she first started at the academy so that she was believed to be almost a younger than she really was. Truth was, she had turned eighteen nearly six months ago. Her records at the school claimed she wouldnt be eighteen for another eight months, giving her almost a year to get whatever else she needed for her family before slipping out of the school before her final assessment. It was a risk, but it was worth it. Well if youd stop bitching about rebels, youd be easier to pay attention to, Yve snapped as she noted the reaction time in her notebook and then shot her eyes back up to Tamas with a challenging glare. Tamas lips parted, seemingly surprised by Yvonnes retort, when the lab doors opened and the Dean walked in with a handsome and sharply dressed man. Tamas eyes widened, clearly recognizing Julius Solis for who and what he was, and Yve dropped her eyes back down to her notebook as she made a few more notes. She didnt know who Julius was, but she knew what he was. His shirt didnt hide those scales very well at all. Tama whispered for Yve to take the containers to the safe disposal area while she plucked off her safety goggles, straightened her hair and then made her way over to the two men with wide and purposeful strides. She held her hand out confidently, her eyes burning with barely contained desire as she smiled brightly. Mr. Solis, its a pleasure. Im Tama Price, President of this centers Coalition. If you need anything at all from the student body, please be sure to let me know, she offered, emphasizing certain words and syllables to make her offer inherently clear. I can make myself available whenever you would need me. Yves back was to the men, her face twisted in disgust as she rolled her eyes so hard her head nearly wrenched off her neck. She dumped the containers with the chemicals down the designated drain and then began to clean them, glancing over her shoulder at the locked cases. Tama and the Dean were explaining that there were only three people in the school who had keys to the locks, and that it was themselves and the chemistry teacher. Yve could feel her time running out. Being Tamas roommate would make her an easy suspect. Setting the cylinders on the drying rack, Yvonne wiped off her hands and then made her way back to the table where she had her bag and notebooks. She began to gather them up, rolling her eyes up to watch Tama as the girl practically threw herself at the demon executive. Yvonne hooked the backpack over her shoulder and then walked over to the trio. She smiled pleasantly, apologizing for interrupting before she touched Tamas elbow for her attention. The equipment is all cleaned up. Im going to head back to the dorms and start working on our final paper. Ill see you later? In front of the dean and Julius, Tama was far more friendly with Yvonne. She nodded, her smile just as bright with the other human girl as it had been when shed first introduced herself to Julius, thanking Yvonne and letting her know shed meet up with her later. Take your time, she reassured, nodding again to the demon and Dean before excusing herself from the lab. Tama returned her attention to Julius while Yvonne made her way back to their dorm room. She had evidence of her most recent raid under her bed that she hadnt been able to dispose of yet. She would need to do that immediately, and send word to her mother that the academys investors were in the area.