St. Azazel's Academy [O]
Jan 15, 2015 13:35:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2015 13:35:11 GMT -7
Note: Unless given permission otherwise, if wishing to enter or depart the Academy please use The Ascent first.
Will update with full description at some point in the future.
Lucrezia yawned on her way through the grounds, simple black boots resonating off the marble path. Her excessive ebon locks were tied back in a large braid, as per usual, though today her red lenses and navy suit were both absent; she was clad in the customary skirted grey-black dress of female Academy members, complete with raised collar and portofino cuffs. Despite its haughty air, it really represented casual dress for Lucrezia Accosi, whose wardrobe technically contained far more extravagant garments. Not that she wore them often unless required to.
The girl halted, when her yawn subsided, and glanced around curiously from behind red-rimmed but transparent glasses. Where was everyone? It was the day after her and Victor's excursion, a while after dawn, and at this time she should be able to spot far more people moving about between buildings, though today it was... barren. What's the occasion? She wondered, but had no answer.
She shrugged, and continued on. She had recovered almost fully from her own plight, retaining only cramps, aches and sores, which did take a little of the grace out of her step, but otherwise left her unharmed. Her destination was the infirmary. Contained near the lodgings for students who did not have rich families residing in the nearby mountains, the building itself was large, and Lucrezia had not had to visit it often, though she navigated it easily enough.
When she arrived at the room in which Victor was supposedly being held, she was reaching for the doorknob when a Mender emerged from it, dressed in the white of his practice; curer of afflictions both common and arcane, the gold badge he wore upon his left breast was engraved with only a single diamond; qualified, but of low-ranking, there to nurse the relatively healthy. Lucrezia stepped back respectfully for the taller man, who nodded at her. "Victor Vestaldt?" She inquired, to be sure; the Mender nodded again. "He will see full recovery," He responded with velvet and business. Lucrezia gave him a small smile of acknowledgement before he moved on, and she was free to enter the room after him.
She found Victor awake, probably from the Mender's intrusion. He was no longer clad in his armour, but they had not otherwise replaced his clothing. Now that she was here, Lucrezia hardly knew what to say. She had been procured by her family in the middle of the night, and returned to the Accosi manor. In the morning, Lissandra had told Lucrezia all she knew of last night's events and insisted that Lucrezia rest in her own bed till at least twelve noon - she always knew the precise amount of everything required, and measured it out accordingly - but she had departed the manor thereafter, leaving only Bianca - Lucrezia's youngest sibling, age nine - behind to keep watch. "I'll tell mother!" The little girl had threatened, as Lucrezia made for the front door. "I'm certain," Had been her older sibling's apathetic retort.
"Thought I should check up on you, after... what happened," She began, folding her arms, looking distinctly uncomfortable. "How are you feeling?"
Will update with full description at some point in the future.
Lucrezia yawned on her way through the grounds, simple black boots resonating off the marble path. Her excessive ebon locks were tied back in a large braid, as per usual, though today her red lenses and navy suit were both absent; she was clad in the customary skirted grey-black dress of female Academy members, complete with raised collar and portofino cuffs. Despite its haughty air, it really represented casual dress for Lucrezia Accosi, whose wardrobe technically contained far more extravagant garments. Not that she wore them often unless required to.
The girl halted, when her yawn subsided, and glanced around curiously from behind red-rimmed but transparent glasses. Where was everyone? It was the day after her and Victor's excursion, a while after dawn, and at this time she should be able to spot far more people moving about between buildings, though today it was... barren. What's the occasion? She wondered, but had no answer.
She shrugged, and continued on. She had recovered almost fully from her own plight, retaining only cramps, aches and sores, which did take a little of the grace out of her step, but otherwise left her unharmed. Her destination was the infirmary. Contained near the lodgings for students who did not have rich families residing in the nearby mountains, the building itself was large, and Lucrezia had not had to visit it often, though she navigated it easily enough.
When she arrived at the room in which Victor was supposedly being held, she was reaching for the doorknob when a Mender emerged from it, dressed in the white of his practice; curer of afflictions both common and arcane, the gold badge he wore upon his left breast was engraved with only a single diamond; qualified, but of low-ranking, there to nurse the relatively healthy. Lucrezia stepped back respectfully for the taller man, who nodded at her. "Victor Vestaldt?" She inquired, to be sure; the Mender nodded again. "He will see full recovery," He responded with velvet and business. Lucrezia gave him a small smile of acknowledgement before he moved on, and she was free to enter the room after him.
She found Victor awake, probably from the Mender's intrusion. He was no longer clad in his armour, but they had not otherwise replaced his clothing. Now that she was here, Lucrezia hardly knew what to say. She had been procured by her family in the middle of the night, and returned to the Accosi manor. In the morning, Lissandra had told Lucrezia all she knew of last night's events and insisted that Lucrezia rest in her own bed till at least twelve noon - she always knew the precise amount of everything required, and measured it out accordingly - but she had departed the manor thereafter, leaving only Bianca - Lucrezia's youngest sibling, age nine - behind to keep watch. "I'll tell mother!" The little girl had threatened, as Lucrezia made for the front door. "I'm certain," Had been her older sibling's apathetic retort.
"Thought I should check up on you, after... what happened," She began, folding her arms, looking distinctly uncomfortable. "How are you feeling?"