Remi walked past the infirmary, she heard disgruntled groans and pained moans. There were a lot of people heading in, a line trailing to the lockers. Most had their arms tied to their shirts, or makeshift bandages around their bodies. The sound of Doc's wrath escaped the creaks and cracks of the walls and doors. Desk slams, yells and curses. This had begun happening a lot lately. She let it happen because it was normal for people to hurt each other because of their abilities, still this was excessive. They were mostly mid-tiers with some higher leveled low-tiers sprinkled here and there.
She approached one of the many people in-line, a mid-tier called Crail. His green hair was died in brown from the dried blood. His lip was swollen, it looked like an eggplant. He held his chest lighty, and wheezed instead of breathing, probably because of a few broken ribs. He didn't look like he was in a state where he could talk, so she looked at someone else. A boy, limping with a black eye. He had lavender hair swept over one of his eyes, despite being hidden behind it, Remi could tell it was black as well. With a squinted eye, he turned to Remi and opened his mouth in surprise.
She knew that most students had been taught pain tolerance from a young age because these kinds of scenarios were commonplace… but still.
"What happened here? Did you guys get attacked by some other school?" It was most likely a group of mid-tiers or Elite tiers going on a rampage at Wellston. Their school was famous for their strong members after all. Still, it was inadmissible. She would have to go have a chat with them. Hearing her question, many of the other students there turned their heads away, mainly the mid-tiers.
"..." Remi had seen him before, Lin was his name if she recalled. He looked constipated, his face went pale with his nose scrunched while furrowing his eyebrows.
"Lin, right?" He looked at her, then looked away, "tell me so I can fix it."
"I-it was the two new transfer students," He grabbed his arm with his other hand and rubbed his shoulders. "I think their names were Vita and Ezikiel"
Vritra and Azazel… again. Remi had heard of them from Doc. She had to bring mid-tiers to the infirmary two weeks ago when they arrived. At first she thought it was just self-defense, but now. She looked at the line they'd created and couldn't believe her eyes. It was simply not possible.
"Was it only them?" The line went quiet and pale as they looked at the floor… ashamed. All of these mid-tiers and low tiers losing to two low-tiers, almost cripples? Something wasn't right, something was incredibly wrong. Were they lying about their levels? Regardless, she would have to address this.
"CURSE THEIR FAMILIES! CURSE THEIR SLEEP! CURSE 19 GENERATIONS OF THEIR BLOODLINES! I SWEAR TO EVERY GOD THAT IS WILLING TO HEAR! IF I CATCH THAT EEL AND THAT DAMNED POMPOUS CHIMP!!" The Doc's curses were getting louder and rowdier. He was overworking himself, and the infirmary looked so overcrowded some of the students had to go back to class with fractured bones.
Remi would go handle this instantly.
"Where were they last?" Remi clenched her fists. The lower-tiers began whispering, a gaggle of smirks began rising from the disheartened looks. She didn't blame them, after all they wanted to be vindicated. They would be disappointed however, because if it were up to her, she would have them apologize. She can't believe she gave such ruthless individuals cookies for their initiation.
"Amraphel is on the roof, Vidhra is somewhere in the halls near English class." Lin had to be mispronouncing their names intentionally. Still, she had somewhere to start. She stomped her way out to the roof, she could pass the english class if she went around too. She walked as quickly as she could. She thought of asking Arlo for help, but knowing his horrible personality, he would only make things worse.
As she made the turn to the English class hallway, she noticed a decrease in students walking around the halls. That meant she was either walking into an ongoing fight, or these two had beat up so many people in their own class that the hall had an absence of students. To a small degree, she hoped it was the earlier.
She found him, tall, black hair and crimson eyes. He looked unfriendly to begin with. He had broad shoulders that made him look even more intimidating. She'd found him instantly, Vritra. He was at least 6 '9, Remi never thought she'd find someone taller than Arlo until she met him… and the first time she met him he was sitting so she never got to see him at his full height. The books on his hands looked miniscule in comparison. There were more low-tiers around him, Remi tried remembering their names, but they weren't in her class.
"Vritra, right?" It was just a formality, she wanted to see how he would react having her in front of him. Would he begin attacking? Was he rational, or did he go around just beating people up? She had so many questions for him.
"Hm? Oh, Wassup Queenie. Going to English too?"
"Uh? No, I have a free period – " She blinked and shook her head, "Wait! No, that's not what I'm here for!" His voice held so little malice she just erased the thought of him being a threat for a split-second. He almost looked like a big teddy bear. "Were you the one who beat up all those mid-tiers in the infirmary?"
"As much as I want to take all the credits. That was teamwork." He lightly shook his head.
Remi glared, he activated his ability immediately. Had he noticed her hostility in such short notice? She wasn't even being that hostile, but the way she asked was a bit confrontational. "I'm not here to fight, I just want you to apologize, to both Doc and to the people you both beat up."
"The Doc, I will apologize any day of the week. I still owe him a cup of coffee." His smile looked crooked and the sharp fangs added to his intimidation. "But why would I apologize to those weaklings? I just did what they do-" Looking up, he hummed. "Actually. I never attacked first. I always defended myself."
"There's too many people in the infirmary for it to just be self-defense" Remi narrowed her eyes. He was growing in size, was that his ability? Was he preparing for an attack? His teeth began to grow in height, sharpen, it looked unnatural. A transformation based ability?
Vritra walked past her. "Then for a Queen, you sure as shit dont know how your kingdom operates."
"What do you mean by that?" She turned around and stopped him from simply walking away, she had to jog because his stride was twice of hers, and it kept increasing. She was in front of him again, and rather than a teddy bear, he looked more like a Komodo Dragon, as scales began to appear below his eyes, which were now more slitted than before.
"Mid-Tiers beat on Low-Tiers, Low-Tiers beat on Lower-Tiers and Cripples. And the Elites and Royals do whatever they feel like. This is how this place runs. And now you're demanding I apologize for giving those self-entitled shitstains the same treatment they tried to give me? The gal you have is astounding." He sneered, and with it a plume of smoke erupted from his nose.
So this is why there were so many of them in the infirmary, self defense? Yeah right, he probably instigated them verbally like this, and then when they took the first swing they attacked back. That wouldn't work on Remi, "That is no excuse! If you can defeat mid-tiers and low-tiers you should attempt settling things peacefully!"
"Then how did you get your title? By peacefully talking with every person that annoyed you? Don't think I haven't seen that little show you and Arlo did at the Cafeteria earlier today." He shook his head. "That sure as shit didn't seem like peaceful negotiations to me."
"That is different! –"
"So you are making exceptions?" His eyes narrowed into tiny slits. And his form was visibly growing. "And here I thought you were one of the good ones. You never bullied any low tiers. But for you to come here and try to strong arm me into apologizing to the same people that wish me harm?" His voice was deeper, each word was said with a base that reverberated in the hall. "Taking their side makes you no better."
Remi wanted to say something back, retort with one of her own arguments, but she didn't feel it right. He had a point, a lot of mid-tiers did abuse low-tiers. This was going nowhere, besides, he seemed like he only did it in self-defense… even if the Mid-tiers were instigated into fighting, they were the ones to swing first.
"Fine," she sighed and stepped past Vritra, "Make sure to apologize to the Doc, he's been overworking because of you! Do you know if your friend is still on the roof?"
"I don't need you to tell me that. Also, don't try that self-righteous bullshit on him, I am the civil one between the both of us."
Remi turned her head and knit her eyebrows? The guy who had just pulled the trigger on his ability through just talking was the more civil between both? Was Azazel that bad? She turned her head again.
"Also. Dont fucking try and strong arm me into doing shit again, I will retaliate next time." The last part was said more in growls than in a voice. The beginning of a tail peeking from his back. "Fucking bourgeoisie cunts."
Remi felt a chill go down her spine. He didn't sound like any low-tier she'd ever met. His gaze was a lot more intense than before, and his size was so enhanced, she had to look up all the way to meet his gaze. Still, Remi still had to go to the next troublemaker.