She could not help but wonder which was worse: this place, or hell. Oh, how Jehanne shuddered from the experience, and the responsibility of entering this building. She did not want it – but the students insisted. A sigh escaped her lips; seemingly waiting, patiently, as other had gathered around the property. The young woman could hear their whispers, their gossip. Needless to say, Jehanne has come to know a lot.
It had been a short time, since her arrival, but the adolescence her had taken up to protecting her existence, the good piteous Jehanne – even she admitted the eeriness that came a long with it. As the weeks continued the pass, the more uncomfortable the young woman became; as they’ve begun some sort of mass following – all for the sake of her.
Another sigh fell, breath pushed out of her lungs; mornings were always the worst. She wondered if they should start walking to school together – it’d be easier – probably safer. Her thoughts would leave her, as a familiar presence revealed themselves on the property.
Casca: a young woman of sense. Someone who did not seemed to be possessed by the sense of devotion; and more often than not, took care of those that rattled Jehanne to her core. As for the young saint, had been more of the quiet type – but she wondered if she would have to change her tone. This place could be hazardous to one’s health.
“You’re late,” was a modest jest. The look upon Jehanne’s visage were enough to prove it – “I was almost afraid you weren’t coming today.” God knows how she wouldn’t look forward to that; especially at … sermon. Hell, she wonders how this school gets away with this escalating escapades.
The masses decayed behind a veil of fruition. It was sickening && with each memory casca could feel her stomach turn. A string of curses parting her sovereign expression ——— before the flash of annoyance that shortly followed. This school was out of control and at this point she felt helpless to stop it. Jeanne TRULY was a saint in every sense of the word, but in the end she was human . ( Born into this world && she will die just the same ). Muscles relaxed a simple look all it took to change her demeanor ——— only here. Only with this moment can stone walls crumble. Praise for simple deeds was not a rare occurrence, but with jeanne it was nothing short of a cult. The students laid their souls bare before her. Prostrating themselves upon the very ground she walked && it seemed casca ( along with her team ) were the only ones that bore no cross with her. - upon a slanted SMIRK lips parted speaking in their usual jest. ❛ knock it off, you don’t want me to leave you to the wolves do ya ? “She doesn't remember where the problems began, there were to many recollections to count, but all that mattered was she was here now. A knight standing before a castle wall to protect what she vowed was just. sneer accompanied by a mild act of transgression parted the few that still managed to loiter around their goddess ——— .
arms hooked in a friendly gesture. she ushered her along not afraid to make a stance of defiance against the joyous chorus of jeannes congregation ——— If jeaanne was their savior she was a heathen. Her utter refusal to kiss the ass of said girl was blasphemous Devoid of fear ; a MONSTER that spoke with a fire in the pit of their stomach.Her teeth snarled and sank into their self deprivation for jeanne was her savior in a sense, but more importantly she was a friend ; comrade that though she may be meek fought with just as much ferocity as the thunderous bodies that made the hawks. “ come on lets make sure to make it to your usual mass before they start shouting for my head on a stick. “ joyous laughter rang through the air and at times like these this world seemed somewhat sane.
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