Arrival (open)

(XD to be perfectly honest, and I hope I'm not setting up a bar here of any height, I'm kinda curious and eager to see what kind of crazy and possibly messed-up story/shenanigans Teddy will give as to how he found Amaya and why he decided to bring her to the bed/where he got the bed in the first place or to see what kind of theory he'll come up with one who she is.

Though I suppose at the end of the thread he'll either call the Academy or bring her back with him to the Academy to ind out who she is or something or as a way or looking out for her or get a call from them and Amaya will be found and "collected" by the faculty and admonished for sneaking out before she's returned to her dorm. It seems the best conclusion- though I still recommend going for a swim or something. It might also be fun to see how they might misinterpret her, too.)

Amaya, finished with her stew, looked down and became annoyed; she'd gotten a bit of stew on her dress and she only just now remembered the last time she'd done that somebody smacked her on the back of her head, hitting two of her antennae, which made it really, REALLY hurt. She'd gotten a headache for hours from that. She set the bowl aside and looked up to see both of the people she didn't know looking at her, the blue man- who, she realized, was blue again- and the knight both looking at her.

She stood up and thought for a second on how she would communicate her problem without being able to speak to them or comprehend what they were saying. An idea formed, and since she was supposed to be acting like she was deaf anyways.....

Miming things out, Amaya pointed to her ears and shook her head; then, she raised her hands and shrugged her shoulders. She repeated: point at ears, shake head, shrug shoulders. After that she pointed at her mouth and shook her head, then mimed writing something and shook her head. She pointed at the stew, rubbed her stomach, and smiled; patting her stomach, she licked her lips, then frowned, stamped her foot, and pointed at the stew on her dress before stomping a foot and rolling her eyes.

Amaya waited to see if they could understand what she was trying to say; one of them seemed to be writing something down, but whatever the blue man was saying she couldn't comprehend because she didn't know the language. That was seriously going to start getting on her nerves soon.

Then he came over to her and put a hand through her body. She gasped; it wasn't the first time somebody had done that, but it was so freakin' rude she had a moment of disbelief. As he pulled his hand out, she started to recover from the shock- and rage started to build up. Fuck the rules- she was ready to go full Faerie and start lopping off heads.

Her face scrunching up in wrath to something that couldn't really be considered cute, her teeth bared, she took a couple steps back and prepared to start focusing her energy in order to bring out her wings. However, before she could even call up half the strength she needed, a rustling noise in the bushes distracted her. Just long enough for a figure dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and a long-sleeved jacket to jump out of the bushes in a dive that turned into a roll, which allowed the assailant to bring a leg down in a sweeping motion into the back of her legs, which caused her to fall over backwards and land on her back with a open-mouthed soundless scream.

Without pausing for a second, as if it were rehearsed a thousand times and more, the sweeping motion of the assailant flawlessly spun into their form, coming to rest in a crouching position, from where they darted forward and slammed down an open palm on her chest just below her breasts, which, since she hadn't hit the ground yet, caused her to hit it much harder than necessary, and as a result she smacked her head a little harder than intended, sending her into a slight daze.

There were a few seconds paused, and then the harsh-eyed assailant with a scowl closed his eyes and smiled for a moment as he said in a voice that sounded more like he was a young parent talking sweetly to himself while took care of a child too young to understand him, "Oh? It seems I've find little runaway Mai-Mai, but what's this? She's gone and dirtied her pretty new dress! How naughty of her; she will most certainly have to be punished later. Naughty, naughty, little Mai-Mai."

Smirking again, he opened his eyes and none too gently jerked her up from the ground and smacked her into a sitting position hard enough to jolt her out of her daze and flinch. From there her assailant slapped her, confusing her, and before she had time to react he'd already grabbed the bottom of her dress and yanked it hard enough upward and off of her over her head and shoulders her body made a jerking motion as well, being pulled along with the force of his strength and her gloves came half-off. Seeing as how she was not wearing a bra, though she was still wearing khaki pants, the assailant took his jacket and grabbed her arms, roughly forcing them into the sleeves, at one point grabbing her shoulder and pushing her hard enough back into the tree she has against she smacked her head again hard enough to daze her once more. As soon as her arms were in, he viciously tugged her legs forward, causing her to hit her head once more, now in a lying-down position, and he grabbed the zipper of the long-sleeved jacket and brought it up almost all the way.

From there he stood up and grabbed her arm; using his violent force, he yanked her up onto her feet, where he made her stand and slapped her again when she almost fell down. As soon as she was on her feet- a little disoriented and confused by now, obviously- he brought his face inches from her, glaring at her, then jabbed a finger into her chest and pointed downward: in no uncertain terms, he was telling her, Stay.

After his rather abusive display that took mere minutes, he turned to the other two people present in the clearing with his pleasant smile and eyes closed that made him look charming enough that he wouldn't possibly be capable of the violence that had just occurred. "Good evening. I hope I did not disturb whatever festivities you may or may not be celebrating. I am Serpente Bianco; this is young miss Mai-Mai, a ward of mine from tomorrow forward who is, shall we say, a rather vicious little imp with a few rather problematic communicative issues. I believe she is what you may term a 'deaf mute', and has a tendency to disobey the rules. I do so apologize for the harshness of my entry; Mai-Mai ran away this morning, and as we do not yet fully know her real name or where she comes from, I'm certain it can be understood why there was slight concern on a few matters of safety. To whom might I be addressing?"

(OOC: I threw Yuki to act as translator and because I wanna use him, XD Here's his profile:

http://159.65.241.122/index.php?threads/8029&pid=107108#pid107108

and Amaya's, too, if you want to read up on the tattoos and piercings that were temporarily exposed when her dress came off:

http://159.65.241.122/index.php?threads/6453 )

Yuki smiled at the blue man. "నేను ఒక డ్రాగన్ ఉన్నాను, మరియు మీరు తెలుసుకోవాలి అంతే." He cleared his throat. "I suppose that is the type of response you were looking for?"

Amaya was starting to come out of her fuzzy state and the shock of her sudden assault; she looked up at her attacker, confused who had been able to take her down so quickly, and a familiar face hit her like a ton of bricks. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped, starting to form a smile, but Yuki turned his head just enough to look at her out of the corner of his eye and snap at her in a rather harsh tongue, speaking so quickly it sounded almost like snarling gibberish to those who didn't know or wouldn't recognize Latin:


"Malum soror! Non reflecti!"

Yuki turned back to them with a smile. "Teddy, and Atlus. A pleasure. If a shortened version of my name is required, please, by all means, feel free to call me Snake. Now." yuki gestured to the pot of stew. "I see food, I see a fire, Shall we not enjoy ourselves this delicacy and partake of another's company? Is it not common for people to share stories both historic and ficticious around the flames under the moonlit stars? Come, let us enjoy ourselves, shall we not?"