It had been a long and tiring trip. Finally she had been able to give the slip to the men that had been following her. She had been so close to her target this time. It made her teeth grate that the slum would live another day. The Sidonia Syndicate had found out about her and set a trap. She had been overly ambitious and tried to kill Mr. Madeira too soon. Mr. Xeneelk had been an easy target her first night and his death had been bloody. Sadly though she had been wounded on her right side.

Blinking as she crouched again in a tree she was listening to make sure that the Syndicate goons wouldn't find her. Sadly this was not her night. Hearing another shot ring out she cursed softly and narrowly missed the splinters from the newly formed hole in the tree next to her head. Dropping to the ground she ran low and fast seeing a strange light ahead of her she felt a pull towards it and didn't quite understand why. Her senses had never really led her astray though so she tucked in and leapt over a bush and instantly felt a wave of nausea hit her as the hair on her arms stood on end.

Tucking and rolling as she landed she came up into a crouch panting softly with two blades palmed in either copper toned hand. Golden eyes flicked around and took in the sudden shift around her. Her clothes stuck to her like a second skin as she listened and slowly stood. Her side ached from the wound she had received but she ignored it. She was sure she had pulled some of the stitches but she didn't have time to think about that now. She had to keep going... or did she? Turning she realized she was not in the forest she had been running through. This place .... it looked like a garden? confused for a moment she took her bearings and suddenly heard voices and a ... was that a thud? Dark brows drew together as she slid her knives into the bracers around her wrists and stepped around yet another bush to see some very odd looking people. Her face remained expressionless as she took them in for a moment before deciding to chance it. Stepping out so they could easily see her she held her hands palms out to her sides in a non-threatening way. "Hello, excuse me? By chance would either of you be able to tell me where I am? I seem to have gotten lost."

As if on cue an envelope appeared above Alistar's head and fluttered down to hover in front of her face. Blinking confused she plucked the envelope out of the air and looked at it. Turning it over and over in her hands before using a nail to open it. Seeing other contents in the packet she frowned before unfolding the letter and reading it. She stood completely still and barely reacted to it. What the hell was this? Some kind of joke? Looking back up to the other people she held it up and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "So uh, what the hell is this? It's not a very funny joke."

Alistar heard the two beings speaking but she wasn’t quite close enough to hear exactly what they said until she stepped closer and the letter appeared. One of the women spoke and said there would be a letter. How did they know? Confused as she read over the parchment Alistar’s eyes narrowed in anger. After her outburst she looked from one to the other then back again as one said that things would go quicker once she realized it wasn’t a joke. At the ‘rest of us’ part Alistar growled softly in her throat before nodding. ”I see.” her eyes scanned the defensive posture of the one who had told her it wasn’t a joke. The woman was already very standoff-ish. Someone she would probably avoid in the future. However, at her words Alistar frowned hard and bristled, but easily hid her reaction. ”Power? You are too kind. I will heed your warning.” the woman already gave her the creeps. How could someone know things about another right away? Alistar could tell the woman was telling the truth but overall she was still wary.

Glancing to the one on the ground she quietly observed. She also took a moment to try and figure out the other creature that was there. What the hell was it? Why was the one on the ground eating a petal? Well it didn’t seem these two would be much use right now. A slight frown formed on her face as the woman on the ground spoke again and well… Alistar had to agree. ”Life itself is always a joke, it depends on who the joke is on if it's funny or not.” the Egyptian goddess was highly confused and a headache was starting to form in the back of her mind. Hearing a bell toll she was about to ask what time it was and where exactly they were when she felt a lurching, sickening, twisting feeling as she was teleported away from them and deposited into a heap on a couch. With a soft cry and several expletives she rolled to her good side, holding her bad and sat up. Placing the hand that clutched her envelope to her head she continued to softly curse as the dizzy feeling finally started to fade.

Tossing the envelope to the coffee table in front of her she looked around briefly before she forced herself up and started poking around the different rooms to find a first aid kit. From the slick feeling under the hand at her side, several stitches had popped and would need to be redone.

Damn that woman was one hundred percent marathon around the racetrack material. Not that he was tiring out or anything, nah, he could go the distance better than any other stallion, but damn this race was neck and neck. Then all at once the forest was no more and just as his mind was beginning to process that something had changed, he was dropped unceremoniously right beside the bed. Yep, beside, not on because the school was still trolling him. He stood up and brushed himself off, noting with slight consternation that the previous scene hadn’t entirely left. Oh, and that his clothes had definitely not been transported with him. But that didn’t matter, he didn’t have a roommate or anything so he could just settle things down and maybe get dressed if he wanted, or not, no one would know the difference anyway.

Just as he was reaching for the doorknob on the door leading into the bathroom, the door swung open. On the other side of the door there stood a fairly tall woman (almost as tall as him) with a south middle eastern/northern African complexion, golden eye like that hot goth queen he could still feel in his veins, long pure purple hair, a thin frame, but most importantly there was some meat in the caboose and a rack that could smother a man. Oh, she kinda looked uncomfortable though. ”Well hello there gorgeous. Welcome to Heartless Academy or whatever the hell it is called. I’ll be your delectable roommate for the foreseeable future.” He spoke confidently as if he wasn’t completely exposed before her. His eyes travelled up and down her several times, taking mental measurements of course, but also trying to figure out what it was that made her look so uncomfortable. The grimace suggested she was probably in pain and huh wonder why she was pressing her hand so tightly against…”oh shit, you’re wounded. I can magic heal that for you, if you want. I swear that’s not a lame pickup line. Those will come after you’re not bleeding all over the place.” Yes, he would chase any tailette that wagged and consented, but even he could put the libido on the back burner when someone was freaking bleeding all over the place. Just in case she accepted, he went ahead and grabbed a small sharp knife so he could get the magic going.

Alistar grumbled to herself still holding her bleeding side as she knelt in the bathroom. That was where most normal people kept their first aid kit wasn’t it? Yanking out the box she opened it, trying hard not to get blood everywhere. Sadly though it was a losing battle as sweat started to bead on her brow. Where the hell was she again?

She was yanked from her thoughts though as she heard a sound from outside the bathroom. Pulling a dagger from the bracer on her arm she hid it in the hand behind the door and opened the door. She was not expecting to find someone just on the other side of it though. Blinking she scowled up at him, her free hand going back to her side and pressing to help stem the blood flow. Her eyes flicked over him taking in the sight quickly before coming back up to his eyes. Obviously not impressed. His words made a thin eyebrow arch in question. She could tell he was assessing her but she didn’t care. The hand clutching the knife twitched slightly and she grimaced in pain as blood leaked over her hand.

Rolling her eyes as the genius finally noticed she was wounded she drew in a breath and deemed him incompetent, not a threat. Slipping her hand free of the door she didn’t care if he noticed the knife. Turning to kneel by the first aid kit again she dug out gauze, needle, and thread. ”Not needed, but thank you. I popped a few stitches.” feeling a little woozy she shook her head and stood again putting the supplies on the counter before shoving her top over as far as she could to view the wound. She hated asking for help but she didn’t think she could thread the needle as she was. ”Give me a hand threading the needle?” she glanced at him in the mirror and immediately whirled around to see the knife in his hand, hers coming back to her hand to be held out in a defensive manner.