Returning to Find....

Having put his bags in his room and hiding his journal once more, Blake found himself still in his female form, wandering the castle in hopes of cheering himself up. It had been a shame that he had went all the way to New York for his true mission to be a failure upon arrival. The main reason he had stayed so long was for the food, his home sickness, and it would have also been for the women, but well.....yeah he didn't feel right doing all that in the state he was in. Finding his way out to the courtyard in the night, Blake found himself smiling up at the strange tree wondering how something could get so big. It didn't make a lot of sense to him, how a plant could live longer than a human, but nature was nature and he suppose he should be happy to even be here as it was.

Looking around he spotted most of the flowers in their state of say sleep as they didn't seem to reach for the sky like usual. Since he had arrived he had not slept since the day before, but it didn't bother him the least. Time was still trying to catch up to his own time and well till then sleepless nights would be had. Walking over to the tree and pulling the jacket over his shoulders and huddling in them, he sat down on the ground and leaned against the tree. Funny how summer nights were cool while the days could be complete hell. As if to snuggle up to the tree Blake felt a little more warmer now that he was completely covered by the long jacket and smiled as he was in a comfy state. Looking around for a moment he had wondered why no one was outside especially here. Though it was dark it was still a nice sight to collect ones thoughts.

Lowering his head into his chest still occupied by the unwanted breast he closed his eyes and let out a loud sigh. "Hmmm hope nothing crawls up my pant leg.....I dislike insects." He muttered to himself feeling as if a little more afraid of them than usual. Perhaps his female side was getting the best of him? "I'll kill you Muse......." More mutters escaped him as he found little presence of anyone around. Eyes still closed the slight sound of foot steps perked his ears, but he ignored them thinking it was nothing but the trick of his mind from exhaustion. Besides it had been a whole night of just staring up at the ceiling. That would make anyone think less of his surroundings and more of his own insanity, but of course the professor still had his weapon by his side. A magnum of sorts.....something that could easily blow a hand off of someone with one shot.

Long hair drifted in the chilly air as the boy hauled a dead body through the midst of night.

Or, half of one, anyway.

Now, normally, this may have been an odd, horrific thing to witness. However, considering the castle they were currently residing, it may have still been horrific but not nearly so odd. Especially when taken into account exactly who this particular student was. Rein. The androgynous boy, being a necromancer, had the fortune (or misfortune in some's opinion) to attract all sorts of undead affection and attention, most often those of a more mindless variety. As such, there were instances like today where, while the boy was taking a walk, an uncontrollable fluke of power he didn't fully understand would zap to the ground and a corpse would claw it's way free from rock to him. Now, because it really had been his fault the body was now awake, of course he had to help it. So, he would free the being, take it away with him, and try to fix them up or see what could be done with them. As long as he kept them away from his roommate, it was normally okay. Sometimes, though, the body was already so decayed or injured from death, they were beyond even his help. And sometimes, they were just barely salvageable, as long as he could gain a few needed parts for reconstruction...

And so, it came to be that Rein was dragging a zombie that was literally incapable of dragging itself. Usually to preform such an action you needed legs, or arms, an arm at least. This zombie didn't have any of that, being just a head, neck, half an upper torso and one upper left arm. The right was just a shoulder and stump, really. But, Rein stood by the fact that it was indeed a marvelous head! What if he got a headless zombie? He'd need it! It wasn't easy to find such a superior section, and even with functional vocal cords! And functional they were. The zombie kept letting out grunts and moans. Rein would have put a hand over its mouth, but he didn't know if it would bite, and he really didn't have the ability as both his arms were occupied by being hooked under the zombie's shoulders and hefting it through the building. He took a shortcut through the courtyard. At least there wasn't anyone around, but perhaps he should have been paying more attention...

The weight of the half-body had the boy struggling to walk, limping and dragging the undead being, trying to actually pick the thing up. It made for an awkward form in the darkness of the night in the shadow of the castle walls, lit only by the glow of Rein's own eyes and those of the energy-borrowing zombie. The unhelpful passenger stared before opening it's jaws and once again moaning out low and awful. Rein's brows furrowed as he shifted the weight, and the zombie complained again.

Blake felt that slight amount of exhaustion now take over him and he couldn't help but slightly start nodding off under the gigantic tree. The only thing that had made the male peek an eye open was this strange sound. Was someone really around? Ignoring it a little further he was in denial that anyone was wandering the grounds at this time. Looking down at his watch he had noticed that it really was coming to the extreme late hours as the short had reached the twelve. The sounds seemed to have stopped and Blake found himself closing his eyes once again as he tried to cuddle back into the warmth of his jacket. Seemed no time passed as a sudden moan seemed to shatter what peace Blake had acquired in the courtyard.

Eyes popped open and he looked to the left, then to the right, but finally the look around the tree is what caused his to nearly bolt up onto his feet. Still behind the tree as if using it as protection he could only look and hardly make out what this strange figure was. It was hunched over and limping as it made a slow pace towards the castle's main doors that he had just recently came from to be in the courtyard. He watched for a moment before another moan escaped the figure and well hard to believe but Blake was now on the edge thinking about a zombie apocalypse. "Oh dear they probably ate the other students....Must be why I had not seen anyone since my late arrival.......Well its not getting me!" Still one thought ran through his head, why had they not eaten the boat man? Well perhaps his grunts and small talk got them to believe him one of them......why not lets stick with that. Made as much sense as anything else around this island.

Walking out from behind the tree, Blake found himself pulling the magnum from its holster and held it up with one hand at first, realizing he needed both due to his more slender size. Grunting at his own small handy cap he shook it off and pointed the gun at the figure wandering still towards the door. Walking out from behind the tree he grinned, "Zombies don't belong here!" He said as he began to squeeze the trigger on his magnum. Still unaware of the person in mind he hadn't thought if this was a good idea or a bad one, he just thought since the zombie apocalypse was here that he could go ahead and kill things with out any sort of complaint.

Inside Blake always wanted to see something like this, but then again he didn't want it to stay around to have any sort of fun. I mean yes it was interesting, however a corpse wandering the earth searching for brains was such a negative side of this all. It was a shame though to have to waste this creature all over the grass.....

Really, this was a bit of a pain. Rein huffed and hefted the zombie again, trying to get a better grip on it. He paused, though, had he heard a noise? The boy looked up and around, but didn't see anything immediately so shrugged it off. He was just about to start dragging the half body again when a figure stepped out from around the B.A.T. It took the distracted teen a minute to realize and process for it was hard for him to see. Just when he was going to call out a greeting, the person's voice cut him off. Rein blinked.

Zombies don't belong here? He pouted. Well, that was just mean. Why ever not? Zombies could be people too, and they had a few enrolled in the school already..!

The light glinted off some sort of object in this person's hands, and Rein's eyes went wide in the instant the trigger was squeezed and he was knocked back by an impact. He dropped his luggage, stumbled, and hit the ground butt-first before falling on his back, hair whipping up to fall splayed about.

Blake smiled as the gun shot having the sound echo around them with smoke escaping the long barrel of the gun ( [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] ). A smile appeared on his face as he watched the body fall and crumble on the ground. Though for a zombie it had quiet a lot of hair.....weren't most of them like bald or close to it? None the less the thing seemed to be laying on the ground motionless and he was happy about that. Walking closer to the body it came more and more into view but still the face was a little blacked out. This wouldn't do, Blake wanted to see what this thing looked like. With this in mind he pulled out his lighter and flicked it a few times till it finally lit. Waving the lighter a bit he finally brought it down to the first set of eyes that seemed to be a little more dim than before and he smiled and cringed at the same time as the face was less than enjoyable. "Hmmm no limbs huh? Didn't realize other zombies would care.....or perhaps you were just a midnight snack?" His smart comments made him laugh.

Before long his slender hand with lighter in hand made its way over to the other set of eyes hoping this one with long hair was just as cool looking. Hesitation appeared in his breath as he looked at the face of the figure below him. "Rein?" Only this word escaped his lips before his hand went down towards Rein's torso where the magnum bullet pierced through. ".......DAMN IT REIN? I SHOT YOU!?" He said in a panic tone of voice before lifting Rein's head up to sit in his lap. "What the heck were you doing lugging around a zombie? Did he turn you into one! Oh gosh please no I actually enjoy your company!" In a frenzy of thoughts Blake just kept going on not exactly knowing what to do in this situation.

At first, it didn't hurt. It never hurt at first when it happened that quickly. Rein would be grateful for that, but there really wasn't a point. It always hurt like hell after a few moments anyway. That pain exploded in his chest, and he lay perfectly still to try and not aggravate it. Silently, his teeth were grit against the agony. His nerves may be numbing over time, but this was on a level where he might as well be on day one again.

He was only vaguely away of someone near, talking...and then yelling. His head was moved and he groaned.

"Ow." He grit out the word through his teeth, hoping that the hint was taking that movement hurt. "Yes...did...lung, I'think." It felt like his lungs would be filling with blood, but also like his lung might not even be a lung anymore. Breathing was difficult, near impossible, despite the fact he could feel his body already trying to undo the damage. Still, blood was spilling out the hole that had been punched though him, soaking his shirt and the ground beneath him. He would die from blood loss at this rate before he had healed enough. Weakly, his hand reached up and long fingers traced the wound clumsily.

Well...damn.

Wincing, he blinked, eye lighting up a bit brighter, and stared up. It took a moment, but recognition flickered through the silver lilac orbs. The teacher looked...different somehow, but his mind was a bit off at the moment, understandably. "...Profes'-Blake?" His speech was impaired by pain, blood, and lack of air. What was he saying about zombies? Oh, ahh...how could he explain his way out of this one..? Rein hesitated before giving a lopsided, apologetic smile, as if being shot had been his fault entirely. "S'okay, sorry..."

Blake's constant rambling came to an end when he heard the broken and sad speech of the Rein below him. Looking down at the crippled teen he burrowed is brows and sighed as he watched the blood surround them as it constantly drained from the figure. Looking around then finally at his own jacket Blake pulling it off and ripped the sleeve down to the long end of the jacket with his knife he had hidden in his pocket. It was no bigger that a 3" but would work none the less. With the new fabric now cut Blake took the it and lifted Rein slightly to wrap it around the figures chest. It wouldn't stop it completely but tying it tight enough would at least help to slow it down a bit. Guilt filled young Blake's heart as he listened to his words. Seemed as if he exploded the teen's lung as he had noticed the bullet had made its way all the way through. "I need to invest in less harmful guns....."

Now Rein had recognized him and in a sense he felt like he should have lied, but he just couldn't at this point. "Y-yes its me Professor Blake.....Here...lets get you to the doctors room....maybe something or someone there can help. If not well I can always give you something I use for gun shots, alcohol." Sure the alcohol wouldn't cure the female but perhaps a less painful death would be nice..... Scooting out from under Rein's head Blake looked down at the teen and tilted it head. Now in his more slender form he understood that his lack in muscle was going to hinder him here, but for the teen he would still try. Leaning over Blake, trying to be as gentle as possible, lifted the body like a bride and slowly made his way back towards the building where he would make his way to the doctors room. "Don't worry i'll try my best to help you....." A sniffle escaped him but a tear did not appear. This was his manly side saying to not be a punk he guessed.

The teen looked like he might have chuckled if he were able at the teacher's comment, though the amusement was gone as he watched Blake ruin his jacket. He hissed slightly in pain as he was moved and the fabric tied, but otherwise didn't complain. He weakly shook his head instead.

"No alcohol, don't have...the stomach for."

It was only when the man-turned-woman started to pick him up that he struggled. His eyes opened wide and he gasped in pain. Long limbs shifted and he squirmed slightly.

"No! M'fine...put down." He grimaced, expression contorting with pain. "Zombie." He twisted to try and reach towards the fallen and forgotten half a body still lying on the grass near the large bloodstain from Rein. He did not need to go to the Doctor's, he didn't want to go. Pushing past the pain, the slim boy tried to twist out of the other's hold to attempt a stand on his own. He was weak and injured, he was dying, but he was going to be persistent. Of course, this movement only caused the blood to seep faster into the fabric around the wound.

Blake nearly was at the door with his guest in his arms, but soon found the squirming from the body was just a bit to much and nearly threw Blake off of his balance. Stopping as he watched Rein try and stand he glared at the teen, "What?" Looking over at the zombie on the ground he had no clue why the teen wanted to go back to it....perhaps he was a zombie. None the less he wanted to make the teen happy so he pouted while helping Rein back to the body that laid on the ground. Helping Rein get back to its level Blake backed up a bit and could only watch. "Oh and the alcohol.....see that's one thing we need to work on about you...." He chuckled to himself at his small joke as he continued to watch with a slight bit of curiosity.

Why was Rein so hard headed? It was a mystery on why no one would want to go to the doctors.....perhaps the teen was afraid of them or something. In Blake's point of view though zombies were a little more terrifying than the doctors. "Soooo.....what do you need with that zombie? I mean your dying and bleeding all over the place, ruined my coat......sorry ignore that." A bit of the female side slipped out and Blake quickly disowned it. "Come now why can't you go to the doctors?" He asked in a pleading tone hoping to get an answer though he knew that male could barely talk as it was. Oh how the guilt kept on building in the male as he just watched as Rein did what he wanted to do. Not much he could do now anyways, but if Rein passed out well he would then draw the body up to the doctors even if he had not wanted that.

Finally. Gratefully, Rein eagerly made his way back over to the dead half-body whose eye's were still glowing softly with a light much akin to that of Rein's own. As Blake moved back, the boy fell to his knees beside it and clumsily placed his hands upon what little remained of its torso. He looked back over to the professor, looking apologetic.

"Sorry. I'll buy...new one." He had ruined his coat after all...it was true. But he shook his head lightly and coughed. His body was going numb. Blood trickled from his lips. Stupid exploded lung.
"No point. Dead." There was no reason to go to the Doctor. All he needed was time. Brokenly, Rein shifted to lay down, draped over the zombie, using it like a sort of pillow. Its eyes grew dim till they finally went out, returning to the glazed over, dead white eyes of any not undead dead being. Rein had given it life, and now he was simply taking it back. Being near the zombie now would in turn help him heal faster. And so, Rein lay there, still. Eventually, his eyes were likewise growing dim until they too went out completely and his breath stilled. For all intents and purposes, Rein was dead. It was only unseen that on the inside, the boy's chest was slowly stitching itself back together, lung reforming. It may take a couple of long minutes, but eventually, the hole would close from the middle out.

Blake frowned as he watched Rein do what he was needing to to. He just wanted to run the kid to the doctors but Rein had insisted to not go, for whatever reason...... "H-hey ignore the jacket, I have like three like it....seriously your good...." Blake faked a smile though at the moment he just wanted to climb the tallest part of the castle and hurl himself from the barriers to where he could tumble to his own death. Funny how guilt made you feel this way! Blake found himself sitting back on the ground now covered with blood that had dripped from Rein and he continued to watch. What was this teen trying to do anyways? This and many more questions ran through the professors mind but it seemed they wouldn't be answered as he then saw the glow in both the zombies eyes go dim as well as Rein's own.

A quiver of his lip and Blake found himself slowly crawling over to the two corpse where he then poked the body. "R-Rein?" He questioned quietly still poking at the teen. "Great I killed so many men that when I kill a girl i get all emotional!............" The night was silent from that point on and though Blake had wanted to just pick up the body and make his way back in he refrained for some reason. Continue to watch he just sat quietly till after some time he saw some sort of movement going on. Leaning in closer Blake saw something a bit more creepy than the corpse, the action of flesh consistently moving about in the teens form. "What the f......." Blake didn't know what to do......

Just because he was dead, did not mean he was unaware. There was a ring on his little finger, rather unremarkable, plain silver, and faintly glowing. It was the second largest ring off the chain of his father's old pocket watch. A trinket of value he had made his phylactery 47 years ago. It was where his soul attached, and where he was stored when his body was currently unavailable. He could hear the professor, but had no way to contact him. The only thing there was to do was wait.

But...what was this about killing a girl?...

The boy's body lay still, the flesh stitching itself together layer by layer. To say it was healing would be incorrect, it was rather like it was simply molding back together as if denying the existence of the accident all together. It was still in process, but there did come a time when the injury was no longer 'life-threatening'. Rather, it was just two really raw, deep craters on either side of his chest. As such, the body was, technically, inhabitable, and Rein felt a tugging on his essence from within his phylactery. As his life seeped back in to the body, the dull eyes flickered like an old light-bulb just turned on. It started muted, but gained brilliancy quickly. Once alight, Rein blinked slowly as the world came in to focus and stirred slightly.

Still confused on what was happening to Rein's body Blake just scooted back a light moment letting what was happening just happen. If by chance Rein came back to attack him well his gun was always there to help protect against such an instant. Blake however didn't draw it yet till he could see and understand what was happening. Watching as the body continued to say mold itself back into one and the eyes sudden glow appear back in the sockets of the teen. This kid was different and strange indeed as was the many students that had inhabited the island, but regeneration of sorts.....could that even be possible. Well sure humans could regenerate at rates to heal cuts and such, but not from an exploded lung..... definitely not from that.....

Sitting in place and continuing to watch he had noticed that no movement came from Rein besides the glow of the eyes. ".....Rein?....." The quiet tone of Blake's voice could possibly only be heard by them. "What are you?" His question was blunt and to the point he wanted to understand more about Rein especially if he was to have any sort of interest in her. "I haven't seen anything like you, so....a bit shocking is all....." That was the truth and Blake was more than happy stick with it. He was sure that this teen had surprised someone else here while he was away at New York.

The body lay still, but then he took in a breath to test the new lung. It smarted, sore, but worked. As Blake spoke, Rein's gaze flicked over and slowly he pushed himself up. The wakefulness the boy possessed, it was as if he had simply risen from a nap rather than the dead. Shy and not exactly sure how to handle this, he looked down and twisted his fingers together in his lap.

"I'm human." It was mostly the truth...sort of. Close enough. Rein looked up, a begging look in the glowing orbs that the professor would not be angry or shun him. "I'm just a necromancer. Which is...uhm...why I'm also carrying this guy back with me." He jerked his chin to the - now dead again - zombie on the ground beside him. He coughed a bit awkwardly. "Uhm, please don't shoot us again." He tried a weak smile, though it was more meek than anything. "I'm sorry for causing trouble and startling you..."

Staring at the teen rise from the ground into a sitting position Blake just lent an ear to listen to the now living Rein speak. Human? Well Rein was one heck of a human that was for sure. Having to think more on the word necromancer Blake then nodded along in understanding knowing more of the word. Taking in the new information for a bit Blake could help but laugh at Rein's comment of shooting them again. Oh how his day was so event filled since his return from New York. "Oh my......you are one strange human I give you that....and believe me if I had know it was you well i would have never shot you in the first place. Really i wouldn't!" Having taking a breath fro his laughter Blake just shook his head and sighed.

He was glad that Rein was better now than before and well...not dead.... Just smiling at the teen Blake scooted back closer to Rein and hugged him not even thinking twice now about his own stature of female. Funny enough it was quiet a tight hug as well. Letting go finally Blake continued to smile and then frowned looking at all the blood still surrounding them. "Hmmmm looks like we need a bath....well uh separate that is... yep separate..... makes sense." Random talking one of Blake's many flaws as a human. He just shrugged it off though still with a smile on his face, "Hey no worries I wont shun you you just scared the crap out of me!" True be told there.

Rein was glad that Blake accepted his simple explanation rather than digging for more. Richard and Owen knew what he was, and he didn't really want many more people knowing at all. Not to say that he didn't trust Blake, he liked the professor, really, but it was just not something that needed to be delved in to. He laughed lightly.

"Well, I'm glad that you wouldn't have shot me down knowingly. That'd be a harsh rejection." Smiling brightly in return, the teen was slightly taken aback by the sudden hug, but returned the embrace readily, only wincing slightly from the smart of the still healing wound. When it ended, he joined the observation of the soiled area around them.

"Well, actually, given time, the blood with return to me. It'll be like it never happened..." His air grew apologetic. "Sorry that you ruined your jacket for naught... But yes, a bath would be nice." If he thought Blake's speech odd, he didn't say anything about it. "Separate, yes, but if you don't mind me asking though...I had thought...well, I had thought you were...male? I really don't mean to offend you...just um.." Rein was hesitant about asking, but Blake had just seen him die, so was there really a subject to be avoided at this point? He just hoped he hadn't mistaken or was bringing up something too sensitive.

Listening to the explanation of the blood and how it would return made Blake wish he had such a power, but it must have sucked living through such pain at times. He could hardly imagine himself going through it. Now a person who enjoyed pain yeah sure but yeah he wasn't that kind of person. The jacket really didn't worry Blake in the slightest so he just shrugged it off. He would give up nearly anything to help someone out especially if he had hurt them unintentionally. However Blake's good mood was struck at the question of his own gender. Looking down at his lady good he sighed and just wanted to pace plant into the ground but resisted in doing so.

Well after all the events of the night and Rein's own explanation of his strange self it was his turn to return the deeds. "Ah well, don't think me a drag queen or anything.... i'm defiantly not that... Well you know that drink I had offered you to drink with me that night before I left? Well turns out it was a prank set by my friend and well, the effects have been lasting longer than they should be. I quiet hate being in this state really....Just kinda wanna be back to who I was. To be truthful I feel that this female body is getting to my head like my comment on the jacket....I could really give to birds about the thing I could make another!" A chuckle escaped the male but the pout remained. Truly being in this state did bother the man there was no doubt about that. "Well yeah...that's my previous events pretty much....."

At this point Blake was saying forget the resistance on drinking some booze he needed it tonight. Nothing but one stressful and confusing night indeed.

Part of him was hating to have brought up something the other was obviously uncomfortable enough, but he did not regret it. He had wanted to know, and now he did. Bright eyes blinked and he tilted his head.

"Oh. Well, I mean...being a male certainly suited you, you were quite handsome. But, being a girl can't be that bad, right? At least your female version is just as cute, that's something!" Rein chirped happily, though on the inside was berating himself for his awkwardness and inability to think of something better to say. He kept up a large smile to hide his sudden nervousness. Rein didn't think himself that great at cheering people up, but it didn't stop him from trying.

"You know, I like to think that we should make the best of what life throws at you. Perhaps you would be happier if you took advantage of your situation? Do something that a girl could get away with? Play dress up and do makeup!" The last was suggested quite possibly too happily. It was a fact that Rein did, actually, enjoy playing dress up and was not opposed to cross-dressing. Hey, eternal life...anything different was sought after, after awhile.

Looking at Rein, Blake couldn't help but blush at his comment of still being cute even in his current form and how he was handsome in the past. Oh how he enjoyed this students company. Thinking on Rein's word Blake never thought to do such a thing as his main intentions were to get out of it as soon as possible. Rein may have been right though. Being able to dress up in things girls were was always something on Blakes mind. Were some clothes as comfortable as they seemed or did women complaining about certain things revealed true?

Rein was interesting indeed along with being a little strange, but Blake cared not about it. The teen had been alive for so long that trying things out in life was nothing but certain. Having the relief that Rein would be okay gave Blake a good mood once more and now thinking on it that bath would be something enjoyable right now. "Rein.....you take things easily don't you? I think I'm a little envious of your understanding of life and enjoying it." Looking at the ground for a moment, "I feel that I may have missed out on more than was planned, but I suppose that doesn't mean I can't start enjoying it more huh?" He said returning his gaze to the teen before him. A smile grew on Blake's face and he just chuckled a little. "Well what do you suppose we do now?" Not knowing if Rein had any actual arrangements he left the question for him to answer.

The boy gave a sort of lazy shrug with a cheeky grin and a short chuckle.

"I guess. I just find it's too much trouble to take everything so seriously all the time. And you really shouldn't worry, it's never too late to start enjoying life." Head tilted slightly, hair falling over one shoulder, Rein sat quietly a moment in thought about the question posed to him. Well, he had nothing really to do...

"Well, I need to finish carting this guy to my room..." The teen glanced down to the now re-dead corpse. "And I need to grab another shirt while I'm up there..." His eyes flicked to the rather large punch through the cloth of his top left when the explosive bullet had ripped through his chest, lifting his arms to cross them over the now bare skin shown beneath the tatters. He then looked back up to the professor. "But otherwise, I'm completely free with nothing really to do. Besides, it's you who is supposed to be exploring life now, right? What is something that you've always wanted to do in the middle of the night?"