Ziv (findyouhuntyou) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-08-03 00:00:00 |
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Saturday January 3rd 2009
Who: Ziv
What: Registering for school
Where: TJS Detention Facility
When: Early afternoon
Rating: PG
There was a strange scent in Malcoda's house that Ziv couldn't pinpoint to anything. She had sniffed every inch of the place, but it wasn't someting from inside. It was from somewhere else. And it was driving her crazy. Maybe this place, wherever it was that was causing the smell, would be the key to Malcoda's downfall. So she put on some clothing she found in the house next to his, the human's house, and followed the scent. It led to a place not far from the house, a huge structure that looked imposing and impossible and strange. This was definitely where the scent came from, but it didn't make sense. Why would Malcoda come here?
"Can I help you?"
The voice made Ziv jump. She looked around frantically, but there was no one around. Just the brick pillars of the gate and steel bars.
"What business do you have here?" The brick was talking, and it sounded impatient. Ziv touched it tentatively, curious. "Chcem Malcoda," she told it.
In the security office, the vampire manning the intercom turned to his human companion, eyebrow cocked. "What the hell kind of langauge is that?" he asked.
"Fuck if I know," the other replied. "Ask her if she knows English. Or Spanish, I know a little of that."
"Do you speak English?"
"Yes," Ziv told the brick. How did rocks talk topside? What kind of magic were they weilding up here, and did Hades know about it?
"What do you want?"
"I want Malcoda. I'm... I am looking for him. I know he has been here."
The human guard turned to the vampire. "Is there a Malcoda here?"
"I've never heard of him. Do you think she's fucking with us?"
"Hard to say. She doesn't look dangerous, but who knows. Lemme ask where she's from." Leaning close to the mic, he pushed the button. "Where are you from, sweetheart?"
Ziv cocked her head slightly. "Hades," she said simply. She wasn't supposed to tell humans where she came from, but this wasn't a human. It was bricks.
"Oh God," the human in the watchtower groaned. "She's a hellhound."
"What?"
"You know demon servants. Like Cerberus..." The blank look he was getting from the vampire was enough to make him roll his eyes. "Jesus, don't you read up on anything?"
"I'm not a student! I don't have to read."
"Ignorant-"
"Are we letting her in or not?" the vampire snapped irritably. "Cuz I'm not sitting here all day getting put down by someone who dropped out of high school."
"Yeah, let her in. Send Marley to go get her. He's a demon."
"Alright. So... send him down first, or-"
"Just open the fucking gate dude! She looks freaked out and creepy talking to the brick. If we don't let her in the cops are gonna pick her up."
"Fine, fine. Call Marley down." Pushing the intercom button, he said smoothly, "Come on in, kiddo. Someone will be right there."
The brick was being very hospitable, and after a moment there was a buzz, and then the iron gate was opening. She was being let in. There was a half second of hesitation, then Ziv walked onto the grounds. What was this place that Malcoda came to? Why did his house smell of this, and the human house? It smelled like... magic. Like so much magic, old and new, and demons and horrible angels and disgusting vampires and so many humans, as though they crawled through this place like cockroaches. Walking slowly up the path, Ziv breathed in deep the scents, trying to process them all. Too many. It was overwhelming.
"Who sent you here?"
The voice made Ziv jump, yipping a little in surprise. She had been too absorbed in scents to hear him coming. It was shameful- she should have been listening more carefully. The closer he got, though, the more fear and shame crawled into her chest. He was a demon- a master. Immediately she dropped to her knees, bowing her head low. ""Kurios", she said softly.
Marley chuckled a little, looking the girl over. It had been a long time since a hound had called him that. "Get up," he told her pleasantly. "There's no bowing going on around here." Waiting for her to get to her feet, Marley looked her over properly, taking in the details. Her jeans were a little small and far too long, her shirt entirely too big. She wasn't wearing a coat in December. Clearly, she had been dropped off and had no idea what she was supposed to be doing. "What's your name?"
Standing awkwardly, but at attention, Ziv's voice was forceful and clear. "Ziv."
"Ziv. Who brought you here?"
The question made her pause. Did he mean here as in this place, or topside? No one had escorted her, but she had been sent topside. But no one told her to come here. She had been looking for Malcoda. "I'm... I was looking for Malcoda."
"We don't have anyone here named that. Who's Malcoda?"
"He's an elder. I'm here to-"
"Oh," Marley said, cutting her off. "Hardy." That was the only hound that he knew of, except the little one now living with Hardy. It wasn't like a hound to be so unpredictable, especially not for an authority figure. If he was bringing in another young pup, he could have at least given a heads up. Young hounds were like young vampires- they weren't a very stable race at this age. "Are you registered?"
Was she what? What was this master even asking of her? Ziv cocked her head slightly, trying to think of what he meant. "No," she said finally, because she thought it was the truth. If she was... whatever he'd just said, she would know, wouldn't she?
Huffing a sigh, Marley pinched the bridge of his nose. "Not registered for classes, not on the roster... do you at least have a room assigned?"
"No, sir."
"No. Great. Just great." Another sigh, this time accompanied by a groan. "Well. It's fucking cold out here and you're not in a jacket so you're probably feeling kind of weak, aren't you?"
"Yes sir."
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes sir."
Marley smirked a little. "Alright. Come inside, and we'll sort you out."
"Yes sir."
Putting a hand on Ziv's shoulder (which made her flinch a little), Marley smiled at her gently. "You don't have to call me 'sir', either. We don't really do that here. You only address teachers as sir, or ma'am, and only if they ask. Okay?"
"Yes s-" Biting her tongue, Ziv did her best to follow orders, though it was hard when orders went against everything she had been taught. You always spoke to the masters with respect, but this one was telling her not to? How could she do that? Didn't he want obedience? This plane was so confusing. She followed the master toward the building, trying to listen to what he was instructing her but not understanding because she didn't know what a Supernatural History was, or why she needed to know it. But a master was telling her she did, and he was going to help her pick out classes, and find her a place to live on campus, so she would obey. If Malcoda came here often enough for his house to smell of it, then he would be here again, and she could study him. Maybe she could study humans as well, and the other races. Maybe this would make her stronger.
"Ziv," Marley said, as they came to the registration office, "how did you get topside?"
"The Master sent me." She was supposed to obey demons at all costs, this she knew, but Hades was her lord and ruler. Obedience to him came first, and she did not think he wanted her to divulge too much of her mission to anyone.
"I see." She was probably a runaway, abandoning her post. He'd heard rumors from family that Hades was cracking down on the hounds. "Don't worry, Ziv. You'll be safe here."