A Short Fuse and a Sucky Artist

Cerra was running low on certain colors of paint. Mostly reds and blues, Yellow didn't come up often enough during her normal night time hours. Walking through the nearly empty halls it was a very well remembered route to the Art section of the Academy. Being an Art student it was well traveled to. So it was to her surprise that Cerra found the door leading to where she was heading to close. There was no light in the room, she didn't think there were any ghosts about right now. Blinking Cerra's sight went from what was to the colors of creation.

There was the normal residual energy of the passing creatures that went through here on a day to day basis. But as she watched the door there was a brief burst of multiple colors that made the door not be in her color sight for a breath before it came back. That was certainly strange. Walking over to the door Cerra opened the door and found something doubly strange. There was someone else here. Their colors were that of the burst that had happened a moment ago, but sparking like a slow burn fuse. A being next or in? this creature was something that would be there but not. Like a sudden spark, there and gone again but of every color. She was going to paint this one for sure.

"Little Fuse and Spark of Creation. It seems that you might be lost. May Color Seer know what the purpose of your presence in the domain of that which Create?"

Well the thought that maybe this Beating Heart might also know the gift that was Creation. However with that Cerra's tone went from friendly to uncaring as she began to move towards the supply closet. "I speak in the tongue of English, even if I did not speak in that specific tongue the translation spell that alters the perception of words would translate for you. I am then lead to the assumption that it is not the language that I speak in but the mental capacities of the Living that let you fail to understand Creation."

Cerra looked over to the pulsing colors that were the Spark of Creation the floated near the Little Fuse. "When I, Color Seer, speak of Little Fuse. I refer to you as you have a short fuse for many things and it leads your destiny. When I speak of Spark of Creation, I refer to that which you are calling.... Sarsaparilla. It is what sets alight your creativity and drive. From what I can assume it is what is causing you to make things more... colorful."

"You do realize that I am right here and can hear you whenever you speak." Cerra said as she reached the door to the closet she pulled out the keys that she had asked to borrow from the teacher it was easiliy enough to have it unlocked. However before she opened the door she turned around to look at Little Fuse.

With her gaze being quite the dead pan Cerra folded her arms under her breasts as she looked at Fuse. "So tell me, are you part of this teacher's art classes? Only students from this class are allowed to use the classes supplies." It was going to be interesting to see what this goblin was going to come up with to try and get by her.

"conversations do not work that way." Was the only responce Cerra dained to give to the Little Fuse. But it seemed that her next words about the closet for being for students only had tripped them up and they were flustered... or Cerra thought they were. While still in her vision of colors Cerra saw the motion of Fuse's arm in the colors a few moments before they actually began to move and already knew what was going to happen with ample time to go into the closet and dip a wash cloth in some water. With her back turned and the wash cloth in place Cerra finished grabbing the supplies she wanted to grab. Close and lock the closet door, put the keys away and go over to where Fuse was on the ground.

The thump from before was probably them hitting their head against the door way out of the room. Once Cerra was right next to the goblin she reached down and grabbed them by the collar pulling them out of the class room. The vampire was just glad that the fire sprinklers didn't go off with all that smoke. Once out side Cerra let go of the little goblin, checked to make sure the keys to the closet were still in place, and look down at them while dropping the wet wash cloth. "You really should understand the Will of Creation before attempting to surprise a Nosral Clan Vampire. Now, One would tend to inform the rulers of this school about your... actions this night. But because of the fact you have a spark of creation with you. I shall let you off with just a warning this time. Ask a teacher first for an amount of chalk you desire. This one has found that it is much easier to ask for these things than simply trying to take. Now I have a question for you and Spark. Where did you get attached to them."

"Then one such as yourself needs but rebuild a new reputation to allow the teachers to trust in you once more. Even if last time was 'art'..." Cerra paused for a moment and listned to creation before continuing. "Usually Art is also more in the eye of the beholder rather than the creator. The world has more 'unrecognized artistic genius' as they would call it, than there actually is Artistic Genius. Keep that in mind from now on." Cerra turned to the door to the classroom and saw the smoke cloud lingering but it was already beginning to thin. She shrugged and closed the door behind her locking it.

When Short Fuse told her to 'make sense' Cerra just sighed. When Fuse called her Dolphin-girl she looked at the goblin confused. "What does a very intelligent aquatic creature have to do with me?" Cerra blinked a few times and shook her head. "Never mind, but as I have described before but the 'Spark' is the one you call Sarsaparilla. It is a shard of creation after all and the closest thing I would consider as a human would call 'divine'. If that helps... I am only being poliet to you because of the Spark. If they were not here and helping to guide you on it's decided path I would neither care or want of your company."