Laws of karma (Louis/Felicia)

[Ada Ivy]

It all started as a typical day. Ada was in her room, music blaring as per usual, relaxing. This meant watching horror movies -some so terrible they turned into comedies- and hanging upside down off the end of her bed playing video games. There were no classes and she could monitor her lab remotely so she was planning to just stay in her room like a recluse and be antisocial. This was good for her; she had no stupidity to deal with or anyone to get on her nerves. And then it all went downhill from there.

It was around noon when the envelope was slipped under door, her catching the movement out of the corner of her vision, drawing her eyes away from the t.v where some girl was running -and tripping- from the psycho killer. What...? She pushed herself off her bed, walking over and opening the door to demand what it was but no one was in sight. "This better be good..." She plucked the envelope off the floor and kicked her door shut, opening the thing. She read it quickly to herself, eyes roving along the page. ".....Oh hell no." The letter said, in no uncertain terms, she was now assigned to Felicia Blackwood's team....with that Degrandpe moron. This was not okay. There was no way in hell she was gonna deal with both of them. No. Just no. It wasn't gonna happen. She was going to talk to someone or do something to get her team changed. It just simply couldn't happen. She wasn't going to listen to the snob and deal with the ogre at the same time. There was no way.

What did she do to deserve this in the first place? She thought her karma was good, dammit! Sure, her new "commander" and her sort of got into a quote unquote fight and she kicked the ogre out of her lab but still! She didn't kill anybody or draw blood. Unless you counted her being the indirect cause of Degrandpe's guns blowing up in his hands....nope that didn't count. Right? It couldn't have. It was his own stupid fault, he was the one who let himself get so stressed out.

She was grumbling and growling under her breath as she stormed out of her room and out of the girls' dorms, intending to get some schmuck in the office to listen to her. She didn't care what team she was on, just as long as it wasn't with those two. 

[Louis DeGrandpe]

Louis was having a decent day, relaxing in his dorm, playing a bit of his guitar and just all around relaxing. He barely noticed the envelope someone slid under his door. "A letter?" He'd never received a letter before, he'd gotten envelopes before but they were usually full of money or some deadly substance. But being that he was on an uncharted island in the middle of the pacific he doubted it was either. He tore open the envelope and looked at the note it contained."Let's see, blah blah Perfect team blah Commander Felicia Blackwood, Don't know who that is blah....A-Adalia Ivy.... The last name hit him in the face like a brick. No, this was not going to stand! Hew was sure as hell not going to be on the same team as that annoying little imp. He placed his guitar in it's case and locked closed the latches. Sure he wouldn't be able to use his guns to convince the office to replace him on another team but he could threaten to bludgeon him with his case. He started out of his room and headed for the offices. "I am not going to have to spend anymore time with that little..." He couldn't think anything to call her at the moment as he walked across campus.

[Felicia Blackwood]

Sitting in her room with music blasting in her ears while she read was the way the commander of team C liked to spend her free time. Of course, she was usually doing next week’s work by now, but she knew that she was going to have leave soon. She wanted to enjoy more time with herself before having to deal with some members of her squad. The prefect commander had ordered that Team C was in charge of patrol for the week. Half of the week, it would be Adalia Ivy, Louis DeGrandpe, and Felicia Blackwood. The other half of the week, it would be Autumn Armstrong and Cain Galloway. Her interactions with her team as a whole had been limited and slightly tense, though this hardly seem to upset her. They would end up working together one way or another; even if they did not like it. She glanced at the clock, deciding that she would take a few more minutes to read while she sang quietly along to the song that was echoing in her ears. She almost wished she did not have to leave; she liked being a prefect commander, but she also enjoyed being left the hell alone. Once a soft buzzing noise started, she sighed and reached out, hitting the snooze button on her alarm clock. It was not quite time for rounds yet, but she had been told to meet Adalia and Louis in the courtyard and that a message would be delievered so that the commander was not just standing there, looking like a moron. How kind of you, she thought with a sneer, draping her long, silvery-white locks over her left shoulder. She threw the book onto her bed and pulled the door shut behind her, locking it before striding out to the courtyard.

On her way down the hallways, she had noticed Ada storming in front of her, muttering and cursing under her breath. She looked mildly amused, though she decided to stay silent, save for the tapping of her feet against the ground. She eventually decided to take pity on the young woman and take a different way to the courtyard. When she noticed a very tall young man with blonde hair that seemed to stick straight up, she quirked a fair eyebrow. And people called her a freak for not having a normal hair color? She rolled her crimson eyes as she strode up to the tall young man, who seemed irritated as well. She assumed that the young man was Mister DeGrandpe, though she did want to confirm it somehow. She stopped a few feet away from him, crossing her arms over her chest and observing. She only spoke up when she noticed that he was still moving, as if he were going somewhere. She let out an exasperated sigh and called out to him.

“You must be Mister DeGrandpe. I am Felicia Blackwood, the new team commander.”

She offered a hand, though her expression remained neutral. Most people did not describe her as “warm and fuzzy”, and she was certainly not going to pretend that she was so. She glanced at her watch, sighing a little; Ada was going to be late if she waited another minute. As if on cue, Ada stormed by, a whir of auburn in Felicia’s vision. The taller young woman sighed, reaching out to grab the other young woman by the collar lightly and pull her back. She noticed the papers in both their hands and nodded a little. She was glad that the messages had been passed along. She let go of Ada’s collar after a moment, placing her hands on her hips and looking between the female and the male. She could feel the tension in the air and part of her wanted to let it fester, which would surely make Ada more uncomfortable. Not that things were comfortable between Ada and Felicia to begin with, though. The silvery-haired young woman and the auburn-haired young woman had not “gotten off on the right foot”, but Felicia refused to apologize for her actions and beliefs. She was not going to change for anyone; let alone strangers that should would keep at an arm’s length. After a few more tense moments, she coughed into her fist, crossing her arms over her chest once more.

“As you have probably gathered, the three of us are going to be responsible for rounds later on tonight. If you’d like me to come up with an ice breaker, feel free to ask me. Otherwise, suck it up for now and get along temporarily. Once rounds are over, you can go back to hating each other. For now though, try to be civil, at the very least…”

[Ada Ivy]

Ada was going to murder someone. Actually, she knew who she was going to murder. Whoever the hell assigned Prefects to their teams. They deserved it, really; for sticking her with the two of what were probably her most hated people in all of Ashford. That would make anyone homicidal, and if that anyone was Ada, it made her homicidal, prone to exploding things, and not to mention quite snappish. So when Miss Blackwood grabbed her collar, she wanted to, in no uncertain terms, throttle the bitch. Actually no; she wanted to throttle her and the moron standing next to her. She whipped around, snarling,  when she was yanked back, just stopping herself from throwing a punch. She shook it off, glaring and hoping she was exuding waves of aggravation so no one would try to touch her in any way, shape, or form again. Because when that happened she would not be held responsible for what was left of the person.

Wait, did she just say what I think she said? Rounds? With him?! No. That wasn't happening. She'd make rounds if she had to but she'd alone. If she was with either of them,  god forbid both, she'd end up killing them. End of story. She was already having enough troubles with Ashford, the last thing she needed was to add "hide a body" to the list! It wouldn't really be a problem for her considering everything but still. It was an unneeded inconvenience.  

"No way. I'd rather do rounds myself than deal with you morons." If her demeanor wasn't enough of an indication, the growling in her tone certainly cleared up any confusion. And the fact that she just called her "commander" -she used the term loosely- a moron. She'd already called the ogre one, why not Miss Uptight over there? It was only fair. She should just be happy she didn't call her something worse because she easily could. She thought of enough names for her already, might as well put them to good use.

"Me? Be civil to him? Yeah that's not gonna happen, sorry." She shrugged unapologetically, not really caring what her new teammates thought of her at this point. She was pissed, who could blame her. Would you play nice with people you hated? Yeah, didn't think so. It just wasn't something Ada did and she didn't understand why other people did it. It didn't make sense to her in the slightest. Be nice to people you wanted to punch? Where was the sense in that?

[Louis DeGrandpe]

Louis at first was going to just walk past Blackwood and continue on his way. Yeah whatever, nice meeting you shame we won't be working together." He was about to set off again when Ada came on scene. Act civil with her...Hell no. She was a insufferable little brat, the only time he'd attempted to be nice to her ended with him being thrown out of her lab. I might have been able to act civil if she didn't seems to push away any attempt to be nice or at the very least civil." It was true, she kicked him out of her lab for saying what? That he wouldn't judge her. Who does that? He would rather swallow the barrel of his shotgun than go on a patrol all night with her of all people! " Commandant, with the up most respect. Can't I just switch out with Armstrong or Galloway? Anything but working with her!?" He wasn't one for begging but if it involved getting away form Ivy he'd force himself to do it. "I shouldn't have to give any of my time to her. Not like she's given me much of anything but attitude and shredded hands!" The irony of his words mixed with the fact that he was wearing the light blocking plastic lenses she made for him was not lost upon him but he ignored it.

[Felicia Blackwood]

Felicia could tell clearly that Ada was aggravated. She could hear the homicidal thoughts in her subordinate’s head, after all. She snorted a little; she had heard much worse when she was training. Some of those students should not be prefects. We don’t need loose cannons running around, she thought to herself. It was bad enough having Ada, who was clearly a rebel in her own right, wear a prefect badge. Her crimson irises and midnight black pupils shifted over to look at Louis, who seemed on edge as well. A fair eyebrow shot up to her forehead, but she refrained from asking the question that lingered in her mind. The only thing she could get from Ada’s mind has intense hatred and homicidal plans. She could not get anything from Louis’s mind, simply because they had just met and there was really no connection. At least, not yet; after all, she was not known for being the most warm and friendly person around campus. She remembered being described “distant” and “icy” in her file, which was accurate, for the most part. She kept herself at an arm’s length, for everyone’s sake.

She let out a loud sigh when they both expressed their displeasure with going on rounds with each other. Honestly, she understood their frustration. She would rather have stayed in her room, continued listening to music and maybe writing. Nevertheless, she had to be there, even if she did not want to be. Her military-like upbringing often overrode her natural drives to be lazy and neglect her duties. Romeo would not have gotten anywhere with that attitude, would have he? She shook her head a little, pulling her long, silvery hair off of her shoulder and behind her back. The last thing she wanted to do was give Ivy any more incentive to become violent. Not that she probably was not already, of course. Felicia had come very close to strangling Ada upon their first encounter. She was sure that the other young woman would have gladly returned the favor, if she was ever given the opportunity. She spoke to both of them in an enthused voice.

“As much as we would all like to avoid the obvious sexual tension here, we’re going to have to deal with it. These orders come from my superiors, so I’m bound to follow them. If you’re not going to be civil, at least refrain from killing each other. Just pretend for everyone’s sake and know I’m doing the same.”

Felicia was never known for her ability to sugar-coat statements. She was always blunt, even if she did come off as rude. She figured the truth was better than a lie, after all. She shrugged a little, glancing at the position of the sun. It was starting to sink to the horizon, producing a brilliant combonation of red, gold, and orange. She nearly groaned aloud; of course, her time to get away had passed and it was time to actually do their duties, as much as she hated doing it with them. She glanced at Louis and Ada, who seemed to both be glaring at her and huffed a little. She waved a hand and started walking forward, expecting them to follow her. When she did not hear footsteps, she paused and turned around to see them still glaring at her. She sighed aloud and stormed back over to them, irritation crossing her face as her eyebrow twitched. It was clear her patience was eroding, fast. She was not going to cater to them; she had enough on her plate and frankly, she was not in the mood to deal with grudges, be they emotional or sexual.

“Listen you two, I don’t care what kind of relationship you have with each other or me. We have orders, and we need to follow them. I will beat you over the head with one of these stones if you don’t get that fast, because I know neither of you are stupid or deaf. Now, follow me, please. And, don’t let me find you two doing things to each other somewhere; that wouldn’t be in good taste. Now come here!”

[Louis DeGrandpe]

Louis sputtered, his glasses slipping down his nose from his eyes opening so wide. "Commandant! That is the most ridiculous assumption I have ever heard! Like I could have any form of sexual attraction to some...lutin!" The very idea someone would think that offended Louis, him having an attraction to some annoying little dwarf? Ridiculous! The very thought of the girl made his skin crawl, but then he realized his cheeks felt hot and not with and not with anger. He hoped his tone would hide the fact he was blushing and make them think he was just outraged. By the time Felicia had turned back to look at them his face had cleared of all red only to bed returned to it's scarlet complexion by her next set of comments. "If it will get you to stop saying that I will suck it up and work with the goblin for tonight!" He started to walk towards the direction Felicia was heading.

[Ada Ivy]

Ada's head nearly exploded. Really and truly. Who was she, suggesting that she was attracted in any way shape or form to that...that ogre! She growled, fully ready to snap at the commander but her "teammate" beat her to it. And called her a goblin. A goblin! She knew she was short but she wasn't any goblin. Her almost exploded a second time that evening -or third if you count when she found out who she would be working with- when her lovely commander told them not to do anything. As if she expected them to. Really? Really. This time Ada really did snap. "Like HELL I'd even be a modicum attracted to that let alone do anything!" By this point her face was red with rage. And maybe just a little bit of something else...

She stomped after the silverette, not paying any attention to the admittedly beautiful sunset, no was she paying any attention to the ogre. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her paying attention to him after Blackwood make comments of that nature. He would most definitely take it the wrong way and she would never ever heard the end of it. She almost groaned just imagining it. She knew how bad she could be with not letting people forget things and she didn't want to find out how bad he could be. Plus if Blackwood caught her she'd probably catch flak for it. Knowing Blackwood she'd pester her about it just to aggravate her further.

"I'll work with the ogre but I don't have to like it." She grumbled, her face scrunched up like an angry cat. In her eyes he was hardly competent. She got his guns to blow to pieces in his hands. How? The oaf was stressed. Stressed. If you allowed stress to get to you that much in a spar, how much would it get to you in a fight? Honestly. Ada was more level headed than he was in a fight! And with her temper what did that say about him, huh? To her he was just baggage at the moment. A giant kid that needed babysitting.

It was sad, really. If it wasn't for her present company -and providing she wasn't forced to do it- she might have been having fun, going on patrol. It was relaxing. They hadn't run into anyone stupid enough to be out after curfew and not have the patrol routes memorized, so she got to daydream or once. Out of class that is. It was nice, just letting her mind wander. She got to think of other experiments she wanted to try or other inventions she wanted to build. If only it wasn't for Blackwood and the ogre...well. There went her good mood. If her face betrayed at all her previous contentment, it sure had soured now.

[Felicia Blackwood]

In retrospect, bringing up the fact that Ada and Louis might even consider sleeping with each other was a bad idea, but their reactions amused Felicia grately. She supposed it was the more mischievous side of her itching to get out. She had always had a rebellious side, but had curbed it by devoting her time to school work and keeping herself busy with other things when she was not in school. She supposed what she had deemed as “bad” behavior would have to get out in some way, and what better way to let it out then to tease her team members. After all, they could not really attack her unless they wanted to suffer reprimand for it. Her eyes shifted to Ada, and she suppressed a chuckle. The shorter girl was mad as hell and made so secret about it, but yelling and nearly throwing a fit. Louis’s protest was a lot calmer, but she supposed that was because he did not know her well enough. Soon enough, he’ll hate me like she does, she thought, keeping her expression neutral. Both of them seemed to turn red at the same time and she wanted to badly to comment on how odd it was, but she held her tongue. Teasing them once about it was enough at the time. Maybe, later on she would entertain herself again by bringing up the subject again. She let out a forced sigh of relief as she continued to walk, checking to make sure the two of them were behind her.

“I am glad to hear that, Mr. DeGrandpe. I will refrain from making any more comments about that subject. I thought maybe the idea would make you two laugh, but clearly not. I never said you had to like working together, Miss Ivy. Just pretend; I know you know how to do that.”

Of course, Felicia knew this was a bold-faced lie, but she did not bother to communicate that. Her back facing her subordinates certainly helped her situation. As she continued walking along the memorized route, she remained silent, for the most part. There was no point in her talking; she knew that they had at least been out on a route sometime during their time at Ashford. She kept her eyes and ears open for any student that was stupid enough to be out after curfew. As she walked, she mulled over possibilities why students disobeyed the rules. Sure, there were the rebels, who broke rules just for the sake of doing so. She expected to find such people anywhere she went; however, what she did not expect to find was a couple on the edge of the courtyard. Her eye twitched slightly and she glared in their direction. The young man caught her eyes and grabbed the girl’s hand, running toward the dorms. She nodded curtly and turned her attention back to the terrain in front of her. No one else seemed to be in the courtyard, thankfully. All they had to do was cover the forest, beach, and waterfall and everything would be considered “fine” for the night. She stopped suddenly, turning to face Ada and Louis. She had not really heard much out of them since their outrage at her joke, much to her relief. She was really not in the mood for hearing mindless chatter. She wanted to be by herself, not with others.

“Alright, we’ve covered the courtyard and everything looks fine. Ivy, you cover the waterfall and DeGrandpe, you cover the forest. I’ll make sure no one’s at the beach. We’ll meet back here at 10 o’clock, latest. It is 9:30 now. Do your jobs and don’t linger. The faster you get this done, the faster we all get to go back to our dorms and sleep.”

After reciting those words, she disappeared into the forest, heading toward the beach. She prayed that no one was there and that the other two prefects would decide to not go at a snail’s pace. She sighed, pulling her long, silver hair over her shoulder as she walked. How did she get stuck with this position in the first place, anyway? As much as she liked being able to boss people around, she did not enjoy the responsibility of babysitting. She shook her head and continued on, ducking under and walking around low-hanging branches to avoid getting hit in the face or getting poked in other parts of her body. What is with this forest anyway? It grows so strangely, she thought, looking around idly and enthusiastically.

[Louis DeGrandpe]

Louis knew he would not be getting along with his new commander, she was annoying him almost as much as Ivy did but like a good soldier he decided to suck it up and do as he was told. "Oui commandant." He said with a bit of an edge to his voice. Without giving her any further chance of responding he slung his guitar over his shoulder and made for the forest. At least he didn't have to go anywhere with Ivy or Blackwood, then he'd most likely shoot himself. But alone he could concentrate and get this whole patrol over with. The first few minutes were a waste of time, no one for as far as he could see until he heard some noises that could only mean one thing, someone was having some fun of a more intimate kind. He rounded the corner and found the two lovebirds halfway through undressing. Bonjour. I believe the woods are not the safest place to be doing this in mes amis so I believe you two should get to your dorms, on your own dorms not eachother's and stay there." The two of them covered up, both dark red and started to scramble away. "Lovely pair by the way manquer." He called after to the girl to further he embarrassment. Well at least Louis was getting some entertainment out of this.

[Ada Ivy]

The waterfall. Well, it could be worse. Much, much worse. She could have said that she had to patrol with the ogre or keep suggesting stupid things. “Fine, fine.” She grumbled as she trudged away, going the long way to the waterfall so that she hopefully wouldn’t run into the giant while he was doing his own patrols. She glared at nothing in particular as she walked, still simmering with anger. Who did Blackwood think she was, bossing her around?! She huffed, stepping around a log. Just her luck to get a commander who had a stick up her ass, really. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be...changed. Or quit. She could definitely quit. But how? She seem like the determined type, she wouldn’t just quit for nothing. But that didn’t mean Ada couldn’t try to make her….Oh yes. That could work. She smirked to herself as she walked. That would work nicely.

The waterfall was a peaceful place, usually very quiet with the exception of when some students decided to have a de facto pool party in it. Tonight, thankfully, it was still peaceful. And deserted. She circled it, not really looking too close in case there were any students there. She didn’t particularly care of her Prefect “duties” all that much. Hell, she was only a Prefect in the first place for the perks.

She checked the time. 9:50. Dammit, she hadn’t been walking slow enough. With that in mind she stopped walking completely, plopping down on a boulder to kill some time. The troll would probably be on his way back now. Despite all his talk and his acting tough he gave in to the commander’s orders pretty easily. “What is he, a lap dog?” She muttered, laying back and putting her hands behind her head. At least the stars were out tonight. Gave her something to look at while she waited for Blackwood to blow her top and come looking for her.

[Felicia Blackwood]

Felicia could not help but notice Louis’s clipped tone. She could forgive him at least a little bit; at least it seemed like he was trying to be polite. Unlike Ada, who looked like she was about to go on a T-rex style rampage, despite her short height and long arms. The very image made Felicia snort quietly under her breath. It was only after the male had turned around that she noticed the guitar slung over his shoulder. She was hardly irritated, and more amused by the idea. He looked like he should have been playing a bass or an electric guitar, not an acoustic one. Then again, he looked more like a rebel than a prefect… She rolled her eyes; these two had probably joined the prefects for the perks and really did not care about their job. Ivy’s grumblings caught her attention for a brief moment, and she watched the redhead stomp away, an amused smirk crossing her face once more. She looked like an angry, female leprechaun who had lost her gold to an idiotic human. She let out a soft chuckle before turning and heading toward the beach.

Felicia pulled her long, silvery hair over her shoulder idly as she walked. Her pace was brisk, as if to communicate that she was in a rush silently. As she passed through the forest, she was sure she saw two students heading toward the dorms. She snorted, rolling her eyes. DeGrandpe had probably scared the hell out of them with his height and voice. She was not entirely sure that was the case, but, honestly, she would not put it past anyone to be intimidated by someone so tall. She, for a brief moment, had been herself, but things like that were easy for her to brush off. If there was one thing she was good at, it was sweeping feelings aside. Another thing she was decent at was not letting things bother her. It was no secret that her new team was not particularly fond of her, but, in all honesty, she was not going to let it drive her crazy. She had never been able to please anyone that she had wanted to, so why should she bother trying to please people she did not want to? She shrugged a little, glancing up at the sky as she neared the line between the forest and the beach.

The bright, glowing sun had long since disappeared beyond the horizon. The bright blue of the tropical sky had been covered by a black veil with specks of white dotted in what seemed like a random and yet oddly patterned order. The cool breeze that always seemed to caress a shoreline brushed past the young woman, whose ruby irises had been covered by her pale eyelids. The lack of noise besides the gentle rustling of palm leaves in the breeze made her breathing pattern more even and calm. The sea had the rare, odd power to calm her, unlike anything else could. She could listen to all kinds of music, even classical, but even the methodical rhythm and melodious sound could not calm her like the music of the ocean. Sadly, reality came crashing down on her when she realized she was there to actually do her job and not relax. With a soft, almost wistful, sigh, she trudged into the sand, disrupting the inert, white grains. She headed toward the part of the beach where the waves kissed the shoreline, leaving a line of darker color in their wake. It was beautiful sight to witness, really. If only she could have time to appreciate it more and revel in the blessed silence... Sadly, she had to do what she had to do, so she made sure no one was around before heading back up to the forest and disappearing into the trees once more, leaving the tranquility of the water and sand behind.

Felicia arrived in the courtyard at 9:50, exactly ten minutes before all three of them were supposed to meet up. She perched herself on a bench, glancing at her watch, just to make sure she had the right time. It was still early, yet, so they were most likely on their way back. Hopefully. Otherwise, she would personally go out to wherever they were and drag them back to their rooms by their ears. She was not in the mood for defiance that night, especially from that little, murderous elf and her not boyfriend. The thought made her snort a little. The two of them were like the boy and girl who teased each other on the playground; they secretly felt something for each other, they just wanted to deny it. In all honesty, she had almost ended up the same way, especially toward the end. Her hand fell to the silver objects tethered around her neck by a beaded chain. How in the hell he had gotten them was a mystery, but his parting gift to her had been her father’s dogtags.

“Heh, I bet Donna gave them to him. I wonder why he handed them to me, though? She could have easily given them to me… I guess he insisted on having them to give me as a gift. Why, though?”

Felicia stopped speaking and she thought internally for a moment. Was he maybe…? No, that was not it. Sure, she and Caleb had been friends and everything, but it was not like he was going to gain anything from seeing her surprised and tearfully happy expression, right? She shook her head. No, that was ridiculous. He was just being nice, like he always had been. There had been no ulterior motive…

[Louis DeGrandpe]

Louis checked around the woods until he figured he should start walking towards the meeting space. He was not happy with having to go and see his new commander and the goblin again, especially not with the Commander's ridiculous accusations that they were a couple of sorts. The idea was foolish, stupid, and outright ludicrous! He barely wanted to be in the room with Ivy let alone be....with her in that way. He wondered if a team transfer was still possible because he had plenty reasons as to why he'd want to do that. Coming back to the courtyard he saw Felicia sitting there, early of course, he suspected her to be the sort who was obsessively thorough when it came to being on time. He came and sat sat across from her. "Of course the imp is late."

[Ada Ivy]

She had only been sitting on her boulder for about five minutes, not nearly enough time to make her as late as she wanted, when she got the most perfect idea to liven up the dreary night. Her lips curled into a smirk the more she thought about her little plan, and she hopped off of her boulder and began to jog back towards the school. She went the long way, seeing as her “teammates” would probably be waiting in the courtyard for her by now and it would ruin her plans completely if they spotted her. Not to mention that she would lose the element of surprise if they did. She snuck as silently as she could into the cafeteria, checking to see if the coast was clear before she skulked over to the kitchen. She chuckled softly to herself as she got her supplies, feeling particularly devious. She would probably catch all sorts of hell for it, especially from Miss Stick-Up-Her-Ass, but it was so worth it to see their faces.

And really, did she honestly care about the repercussions? Not in the slightest. In her mind, the Ogre especially deserved to get a pie to the face. What, with him trying to get into her head and whatnot. Did he think that she would let his efforts go unpunished? If he did, then he was more stupid than she had originally given him credit for. She balanced the two pies, lemon meringue to be exact because of all the cream on top that made it perfect for slamming into someone's face, on her arm and used her other to push the door open.

Now...how could she sneak around the courtyard so she could get them in the face? Distance wouldn't be an issue, because she would stick some black phosphorus to the bottoms of the pie trays in order to control their trajectory that way, she just wanted to get in front of them before she launched them. After all, the best place for a pie to land was either on top of someone's head or square in the face of course.

She had managed to stick to the shadows and stay quiet enough to not alert the two as she got into position, trying not to grin too much. She grew the phosphorous over the bottoms of the pie trays and raised them up in the air, her grin turning into a smirk as she sent them flying towards the two without so much as warning call.

[Felicia Blackwood]

Felicia continued to gently thumb the silver plates in her fingers, only looking up from her hand when the sound of footsteps neared her. She looked up to see Louis by himself and glanced at her watch. It was exactly the time that she had designated, and only two out of three were present. The tall blonde’s statement was answered with a soft snort, as if to agree with him. The silver-haired young woman had known all along that the redhead would probably be as much of a burden as possible, considering that they were not very fond of each other. Felicia could not say she liked Louis by any means, but he had more points in her proverbial book than Ada did. The two females had met in a not-so-great manner while trying to annoy the crap out of each other, essentially. Normally, such a thing was not the dignified young woman’s way of acting, but she liked to have fun every once in awhile, and messing with Ivy gave her the perfect opportunity to do so. “I swear, she does it just to spite me,” she grumbled to herself, using her hands as leverage to push herself off the bench and started to walk in a direction before remembering Louis was there. “Ah, right… Maybe we should go and find the lost imp?” she asked, raising a thin eyebrow. She was not scared by any means; she just wanted to make sure she had the whole team before she dismissed them. She did not want to have to explain to anyone, Meredith or otherwise, why she had let her team split up without reporting to the next shift.

Just as the commander began to walk, she heard something flying through the air. She looked up, only to receive a pie square in the face. For a moment, she stood there, confused and stunned. After a second or two, though, a pale hand reached up to swipe the meringue out of her eyes, which burned slightly from the pie filling getting in a place where it should not have been in the first place. She clenched her molars together, and an irate expression crossed her face. In a flash, though, it was gone. Instead, she stepped few paces forward and smiled sweetly, though it was very clearly fake. “Ivy, come here,” she said in a kind, yet slowly transforming into threatening tone, “I have something for you.” With that, she clenched her jaw again and darted forward, using her telekinesis to push the pie filling off of her face and send it speeding toward her annoying subordinate. She did not really care if it hit or not; doing such a thing was dangerously satisfying. She had to keep in mind that such conduct was inappropriate, but her anger levels were so through the roof that she did not care. “DeGrandpe, you’re dismissed,” she hissed over her shoulder. She then started to chase Ada through the courtyard and toward the female prefect dorms. “I WILL get you, Ivy!” the commander yelled at her subordinate’s back as she chased her.

One thing was clearly evident by that first patrol, she thought to herself. This team was not going to be easy to work with.