Sachiko 幸子 ۞ "Light" 光 ۞ Kurosawa 黒沢 (magicandlight) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2013-10-22 22:30:00 |
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The whole school was a buzz with the recent incident. A student caused fire was outside of the realm of arson, but inside the realm of shock, surprise, and mind opening. Some students knew how deadly their gifts could be, and some had been shielded from them due to parentage and protection. Some, like Light, were naturally left without the liklihood of harming another. Her abilities were defensive, not offensive so far as she had developed them. She had zero inclination of harming another being, let alone using her natural gifts as a way of doing so. She wasn't exactly in the 'harm none' category, she ate meat and really enjoyed fish, but she didn't enjoy confrontation either. It hadn't really ever been a part of her to get in someone's face or give some flashy show of dominance. She didn't enjoy watching others hurt or suffer, even if they had hurt her first. It simply wasn't her thing. She'd rather read a book, truth be told, but the recent event pushed some reality into her thoughts. The young happa mulled them over as she wandered the grounds.
It wasn't a surprise that someone had caught fire to the building on accident. Uncontrolled abilities brought uncontrolled results, as logic dictated, and the accident was bound to happen at some point in time. But something about it struck fear into the small female, as if worrying her more than usual. It wasn't that she was afraid of being harmed, that could happen anywhere, but what if something happened and people didn't get out? What was between her and tragedy? What if the next accident was her fault?
She mumbled another protection chant, for the fourth or fifth time that same day, and finally found the one tree she could sit in comfortably. Scrambling up it's trunk gave her the time to set aside the worry over the fire and focus on school. The tree was just wide enough to sit with her legs out in front of her and her back against the trunk. She could balance her bag in her lap and read for another few hours before she had to get down and seek something to eat. This was one of the multitude of locations on campus where she would go to hide away. Today's close combat course had been horrible and there was nothing she could do about it. She knew some things, but the lesson of the hour had been on something she had never trained in. She felt like she should have done better and was kicking herself for most of the duration of the Survival class afterward. In her heart, she knew that no matter what he grandmother and her mother would be supportive, but she couldn't help but feel like she was letting them down when she wasn't one of the top ranking students in the classes. It wasn't perfectionism as much as she simply knew she could do better.
Shaking her head, she pulled out an old book from Amazon that she had purchased a few years ago, it's hardback cover worn with age. The leather was creased and the pages were starting to make crinkle sounds as she opened to the ribbon book marker she had laid inside. The Collected Works of Aleister Crowley volume 1 was barely touched thus far. She smiled and sighed, letting go of the day's worries as the ribbon was wound at random into the top right of her hair, clashing it's deep red shade with her bright blue outfit. Nothing to think on when there was reading to be done. She should be doing her school work, but there was still time after dinner.