Love Poison No Cure Needed

Witchy Brawl 2.3

“Where are you looking pretty?” Sorrel shifted to the side to avoid the strike of the blonde mage now using her staff like a baseball bat. “Pity, you're just my type of pretty. Why’d you have to go with that beast.” As she said the last bit the witch once again lunged at Sorrel.

“Sorry, but who are you?” Sorrel asked as he stepped aside to let her stumble past him.

“Tch, I saw you in our playground on Saturday. Don’t pretend that you don’t know who Basilisks Breath is. I’ll teach you to try and use your bed climbing ways to sleep to the top or my name isn’t Carla bay.” Carla snarled as she shifted forward and launched a flurry of blows at Sorrel.

Sorrel dodged and wondered what she was talking about. He was very confused. What did climbing and sleeping have to do with getting to the top? Top of where? He thought that sleep was equally comfortable no matter where the bed is, was there some human belief that a bed at a higher altitude was better? Not to mention who was Basilisk's Breath, what playground and is she or is she not called Carla?

It seemed that the easy time Sorrel had had with William and his friends had been more about the individuals rather than their Other ties. Though none of them were mages, the glowing staff gave that designation away so maybe it was just the mage thing that was making this confusing.

“Your so stupid, you think this pretty hair is going to last in a fight?” Carla reached out to grasp at Sorrel’s braid when he spun away from her final strike. Almost too late Sorrel twisted his hair so he only grasped a few strands from the end. Sorrel turned to face her and lunged forward in an attempt to regain the strands. “Heh, tastes sweet.” Carla lifted the stands and licked them after she danced back out of reach.

When she waved her staff at Sorrel again he stepped into the strike grabbing the staff and twisting the wood. The staff shattered and as Carla screamed Sorrel pried the remains of his hair from her grasp. “I really don’t understand you people. Absolutely no concern about what you're putting in your mouth.” Sorrel shook the wood splinters from his palm as the domes came down. Kayad left the two Succubi propped against the wall as he dashed over to Sorrel.

“Are you hurt?” Kayad asked as he gently took Sorrel’s hand and examined the unblemished palm.

“Of course not, that sort of weak wood has no threat value.” Sorrel responded to Kayad as he smiled slightly. His concern felt nice. Still Sorrel focused and looked at the two Succubi who had moved over to their startled friend or boss or whatever who was now passed out and starting to seizure. She hadn’t ingested a lethal dose, it would just be very unpleasant. “take her to the infirmary and maybe be a bit smarter if you want to start something. Also, according to human biology I’m male.”

The succubi nodded at the start of the sentence and then froze by the second sentence. They stared at Sorrel and their eyes glowed before they nodded mutely and hauled the blonde away.

“Now I’m going to be late.” Sorrel muttered and then turned his head sharply to stare at Kayad who was chuckling.

“What?” Sorrel asked not sure what had sparked the sudden humour.

“Nothing, just that you have settled yourself in the top ten powers of BIRD and you're worried about being late for class.” Kayad chuckled as he spoke while shaking his head. “As a side note you should pick a name for your club. William has no doubt done most of the registration but you will need a name.” While Kayad spoke he walked to the window and slid it open. He winked and then swung out the window and back in the one bellow.

Sorrel blinked at the strange actions. As far as he was aware you weren’t meant to go in and out of windows unless for emergencies but Kayad was the one experienced in human society so Sorrel just shrugged that lesson off and followed Kayad out.

When Sorrel landed next to Kayad it was directly opposite a classroom door with the number 301 printed on it. There were no windows into the classroom but the door was open and the sound of conversation drifted out into the hall. “After you.” Kayad waved a hand and then followed behind as Sorrel walked into the classroom.

The classroom fell silent as they entered but as Kayad had no particular reaction Sorrel decided to ignore it. He felt that his day had not been too bad but that it would be nice for the remainder of it to be slightly less complicated. He needed the time to try and look things up so he could get his answers straight.

As Sorrel settled into the chair at the table beside Kayad he continued to ponder over the strange things Carla had said. Kayad rapped his knuckles on the table which startled Sorrel into looking at him.

“Name?”

Sorrel wondered if Carla’s opening comment had been the reason for trying to hit him with her staff, so that she could make him bleed. Sorrel said the first thing that came to mind. Absently responding to Kayad’s question, “Bloodied Petals.” Before, he realised what he’d said and then shrugged the name didn’t really matter anyway. It was strange though how Carla had identified him as a flower so easily when all the rest of the Other’s he had met required a very explicit explanation.