Assistants' Lounge, Monday

[demonbelthazor]

Bel opened up the lounge after Sociology of Violence, his second period class, determined not to wallow in humiliation any longer. So what if he'd failed again? So what if he was the laughing stock of the school? Let them laugh. Next time he'd get it right, and then he'd be laughing as Angelus took his revenge on those who had ensouled him.

Seemingly unconcerned about anything, he sprawled on the couch, reading a book, "Weapons of the Zen Masters."

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Re: Period 4

[demonbelthazor]

Bel shrugged. "Because I'd rather he not have it. No secret there."

Re: Period 4

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna counted back from five in her head. "And putting the rest of the student body in danger is just a small side-effect?"

Re: Period 4

[demonbelthazor]

Another shrug. "You wouldn't understand."

Re: Period 4

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Try me." Alanna snapped out almost automatically. "Look, I was one of those few people who had nothing against Angelus. Up until he started killing people. Why do you want that back?"

Re: Period 4

[demonbelthazor]

Bel sighed. "Why the hell should I tell you?" he snapped.

Re: Period 4

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Fine." Alanna spun on her toe and would have stormed out of the room, if the door was not shut. Instead, she wound up smacking into it, face first. "OW!" She took two steps back and conjured up a small purple ball and tossed it at the door. The door barely registered the damage, but Alanna felt better. Taking a deep breath, she left the lounge, letting the door slam behind her.

Re: Period 4

[demonbelthazor]

Bel picked his book back up. "Huh," he said as Alanna left. He resumed reading.