Haizea Melania Coupe
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❖ Haizea has a perfect memory and Haizea never loses count...
Haizea started to watch coldly. Her hand wanted to reach out, as if she made a new friend, but she kept her hands in her pockets, following behind them. Deep inside she wanted to kill them now, cause some of the buildings to start to collapse, and make it look like an accident. She had to look like she was held against her will, that she wasn't earning her freedom by working alongside DWMA. She needed to prove herself to the resistance that she wasn't lame anymore, that she was actually as cold and as heartless as they were. She started to breathe in through her nose, able to sense the scent of Cursey emanating from her clothes. She could feel these magical clothes be a limiter on her magical power. She couldn't conjure the slicing wind she had come to know and love, let alone enough to cause a breeze in the middle of the ruins.
She started to look at the ruins, her brain taking in all the details. She started to look into her historic memories, seeing if there were any clues as to who died. She had no success, and instead started to reflect over the lessons of hate she had learned from Ms. Atl. DWMA wants nothing more than Haizea's soul. Each student, even though they grin, wants Haizea dead so that they can become one of his weapons. She started to glare at the students in front of her. Haizea must kill before they can see through Haizea.
She started to look around a little more, acting curious and harmless. It was the only way she survived this long. She started to notice they were getting closer to the tower in the center, and she really wanted to cause an accident. Something she could survive. Something to set the school back a few thousand years. She had her information. She only lacked the perfect escape to open the portal to take her away.
...Unfortunately for you, Shakespeare wrote curtains. ❖
Haizea's Friends: Madeline and Auberon
Haizea's Spot: In a city...?
Haizea's Protection: Off