#ether caspari

[elfboyeros]

The Chase

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“--When I was wandering around the college I stubbled in on a meeting!”

While wandering through the halls of the academy, the deceased math teacher heard the soft voice of his daughter, going back and further with a group of individuals.

“My god, I’m tired of this!”

“Helvetica, please, Greyson will be here in a few minutes.” Lilybeth huffed, as Cobalt floated himself into the conference room.

“Just calm down Helvetica,” a woman with a lace eye covering, in dark Victorian era style clothes.

“Melione, you don’t wanna sit here just as much as I do!” Helvetica scoffed.

“You just want to go home, young Caspari,” a much older man with white hair and a salt-and-pepper beard commented.

“Hazel?! How is that old man still fucking alive?!” Cobalt commented.

“I’m sorry, I’m the only one in this room who loves their spouse!” Helvetica huffed.

“I love my wife,” Melione muttered pouting.

“Then let me rephrase,” Helvetica mocked, “I am the only one who wants to spend time with my spouse! Ambrose is only here for the next 2 weeks, and then he has to go to Marquis Island. This meeting could be an email!”

“Then next time I will send an email,” Greyson remarked entering the room.

“Cobalt, please don’t tell me you are going to explain this whole meeting—”

“Fine, ruin my storytelling. They had their meeting, and I was curious so I followed Olympia--”

“And?”

“My god, you are an impatient little girl!” Cobalt huffed.

“You have woken me up at 2 a.m. get to the point!” Amora remarked in a hushed tone.

“When I followed Olympia, somehow, after she entered the library I lost her!” Cobalt explained, “As if I blacked out! I followed her down a little hallway off the library and everything went black and fuzzy, so I waited for Olympia and she just leftl maybe 30 minutes ago.”

“And you think this has something to do with your death?” Amora asked.

“I don’t see how it couldn’t, that has never happened to me before, and I’ve roamed around the school for years and have memory of the hallway off the library,” Cobalt answered.

“Okay, so at some point tomorrow, in between having classes, I’m supposed to find this random hallway that you can’t even help me find?” Amora sighed.

“You wanna get rid of me right!?” Cobalt remarked.

Amora sighed, rubbing her face while nodding, “Okay, fine, just let me go back to sleep.”

“Goodnight Chickadee,” Cobalt commented as Amora laid back down, “sweet dreams.”

When she woke up the next morning, Amora had already formed a plan by the time she was brushing her teeth. She would spend her 20-minute breaks between breakfast and lunch figuring out where the random hallway was, what Olympia was doing, and why it affected Cobalt.

“Hey lovely! You have Fashion Studies right?” Loki called from their room while Amora was in the bathroom.

“Yeah,” Amora replied, poking her head in the doorway, “Why?”

“Elective Classes have been canceled for the day,” Loki answered. The school just emailed about it; it’s some kind of professional day for the elective classes.”

“Perfect!”

“What do you mean perfect?” Loki asked, looking at the blonde and pink-haired girl confused.

It’s silent for a moment,  Loki looking at Amora with a muddled expression, and Amora looking back at Loki with an apprehensive gaze, “Lovely…”

“I have to go to the library and spy on Mrs. Berkshire!” Amora blurted out.

Loki blinked a few times attempting to process what was said, “… Okay… I'm assuming this has to do with Cobalt, right?”

“Yes,” Amora sighed defeatly.

“We’re lucky that Loki didn’t kill me because your little crush on her would make things rather difficult, chickadee,” Cobalt commented in the ethereal plane.

The young American girl’s face instantly became hot, “I’M GOING TO CLASS!” She shrieked before leaving their room.

“Wait up, Jesus!”

While in Gothic Lit. dispute enjoying Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, in the classroom discussion on why Victor’s monster was created, and what Victor’s flaws were,  Amora was not engaged, rather she continued to ponder Cobalt's situation. Where is this hall? Where is the door? Why hasn’t she noticed it? Why does this one hallway make Cobalt “pass out”? What down the hall?

“Amora…” Loki remarked gathering her things at the end of class to no response.

“Amora,” Cobalt remarked still  getting her attention.

“…Lovely,” the British girl commented poking Amora’s cheek and finally grabbing her attention, “You’re spacing out on me, girly.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Amora sighed, quickly gathering her things and leaving Helevtica’s classroom, heading to the library with Loki right behind her. “Why are you following me?”

“I’m not sitting in my algebra class while you get yourself into trouble in the library alone.”

“Don’t skip algebra for me, Loki come on,” Amora scoffed.

“Amora, I think you fail to realize, I want to help you,” Loki added, “I don’t like what this whole haunting is doing to you.”

“That’s rather harsh,” Cobalt muttered.

“Loki, you barely know me,” Amora muttered, “Just go to class, I’ll figure this out myself.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck if I don’t know you!” Loki remarked sternly taking a long stride and standing in front of her preventing her from moving, “You can’t expect me to let you do this alone!”

“Loki, move!” Amora shouted slightly, while they both stared each other down in the hallway.

“Do you not realize that I care about you?! I rather like you, Amora! You are fun to be around, I like hanging out with you! Even in the month, I’ve known you, you’ve been come miserable because of this dead man who thought to ask a young girl to help ascend to the afterlife!”  Loki explained.

“That makes me sound like a creep!” Cobalt muttered as Amora’s face got hotter.

Amora sighed, “Fine,” she mumbled, “do whatever you want Loki.”

The grunge girl stepped aside letting Amora pass by her allowing her to get to the library, “Cobalt,” Amora whispered, “Where is the door?”

“Right wall,” he replied.

Amora carried herself to the right side of the library nestling herself in-between bookshelves without trying to look normal in the now crowded library.

“What are we looking for?” Loki asked, quietly over her shoulder.

“I need to get behind that door,” Amora grumbled.

A door in the dark wooden wall of the rotunda, with a little wooden sign hanging from the hook attached to the door marked staff only.

“Well, the checkout station has a direct view of that door,” Loki informed, “so I think we have to wait until she isn’t around.”

“Goddamnit,” Amora muttered slinking back in between the many bookshelves on the first floor before sitting down at a table with Loki, keeping an eye on the unmoveable mistress that was Olympia Berkshire.

Watching the librarian is annoying. Just watching that woman sit at the checkout counter reading is annoying. Of course, having Loki sit in front directly in her line of sight doesn’t help. Even if Loki’s trying to read, her presence makes it difficult for Amora to focus.

“Lovely,” Loki cooed.

“What?” Amora inquired through gritted teeth, trying not to look at Loki directly.

“If you keep staring you’ll be noticed.”

“Olympia hasn’t even moved, how will I be noticed?!”

“Not by her by all the other people here,” Loki answered, “Come on you don’t wanna be the girl that just… stares, do you?”

“When has something like this been a concern for you?” Amora scoffed.

“When it could affect you,” Loki replied plainly, “Now just look at me for a minute…”

Amora sighed looking directly at her, still about to see the checkout counter out of the corner of her eye, “…There we go,” Loki sighed with a smile, “Even when you’re angry you’re cute.”

Amora’s cheeks grew hot as Loki’s smile turned into a smirk, “You say stuff just to get on my nerves,” Amora muttered.

“Do I really get on your nerves?” Loki chuckled, resting her chin on her hands, “Or are you just falling in love with me?”

“Oh ho ho,” Cobalt chuckled.

Amora’s whole face was almost the color of her newly dyed hair, “You are the most—”

“Do I need to give you time to come up with a good insult?”

“You—”

“Hey, girls!”

Amora and Loki looked in the direction of Odysseus’s voice seeing his smiling eyes with Solomon beside him, “Woah, nice hair, Amora,” the blonde boy remarked before asking,  “Loki, why aren’t you in Algebra?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” she retorted.

“I requested a personal hour so I could study for my anatomy exam,” he replied, “Odysseus offered to help me study.”

“Mind if we sit?” Odysseus asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Loki replied before both boys sat beside the girls.

Amora gave her roommate a look that could only be described that could be described as a “why did you do that,” glare.

“If she isn’t moving, what will it hurt to have them sit with us,” Loki whispered.

Amora sighed beginning to read as Loki assisted Solomon in his study with Odysseus. It was odd seeing Loki be so helpful to someone other than her brothers, even though Odysseus was basically a brother to her thanks to his friendship with Lance. Hearing her voice overlaid with the calmness of both Solomon and Odysseus’s tones was soothing background noise to reading.

“Hey Cassiopeia,” Solomon remarked.

“Oh no it’s the wicked witch,” Loki muttered jokingly.

Cassiopeia clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, as she approached the small table, “Solomon, do you have any idea where Calliope is?” she asked.

“She should be in Mrs. Rhea’s class unless she skipped like Loki,” Solomon answered.

“I saw her hanging out with Iphigenie during block one,” Odysseus added, “I think they talked about having lunch together.”

Cassiopeia sighed beginning to play with the ring on her fingers, “If you see her today, can you tell her I need to talk to her?” she asked Solomon.

Amora looked up from her book noticing the uneasy look on Cassiopeia’s face, “I mean yeah, but you too are roommates,” Solomon replied, “and sisters.”

“She’s avoiding me for some reason,” Cassiopeia muttered.

“Sure, Cass, if I see Calliope, I’ll tell you need to talk to her,” Solomon said with a smile before the blonde girl in red walked away.

Loki hummed, “I wonder what that was about.”

Solomon shrugged, flipping through his notecards and asking Odysseus a question as Amora looked up at the checkout counter, seeing it vacant. She jumped up silently dismissing herself and heading for the door she needed to get into.

“Did you forget what we were doing?” Cobalt scoffed.

“You could have told me she left!” Amora whispered to the ghostly figure.

Looking around the area close to the door, no one was around to catch her in the act, allowing her to sneak through the door, leaving her standing in a long thin hallway alone. It’s similar to the rest of the college: gothic, dark. Ivory-colored wallpaper with clay-colored leaf patterns, and dark oak paneling on the walls, and dark tile floor with intricate designs. Portraits hung on the walls as Amora slowly walked down the long antechamber, of people she didn’t recognize but who seemed important by the plaques next to the frames, that she didn’t have time to read.

As she ventured forward the hall began to smell heavy of geraniums and lilac making Amora’s head hurt as her limbs felt heavy as she continued to walk. Finally reaching the end of the hallway, Amora was greeted with a large oak door and two small cubbies in the wall with mauve-colored candles that seemed to be the source of the heavy lilac scent in the air. Her head pounding with the feeling as if someone was driving icepicks into her eye sockets, making her close her eyes, she leaned against the small area of the wall next to the door in an attempt to make the pain stop.

Creaking her eyes open she could see that the door was opened slightly allowing her to look into the room behind it. From what could be seen through her narrow vision looked like an alchemist's office, and the smelled a heavy sweetness, that Amora could almost taste. Cling bottles and the sound of glass objects being shuffled around could be heard along with a feminine humming as Amora’s headache only grew. There was not only the pounding it, and the ice pitch feeling behind her eyes, but now the addition of nauseous as it felt like someone was squeezing the sides of her head.

Amora stumbled back, shutting her eyes tight, and holding her head before seeing flashing of teacups, Olympia, a room that looked fit for an alchemist covered in books, alchemy, and chemistry tools while feeling as if her mouth was burning and couldn’t breathe.

She needed to get out!

Hobbling back down the hallway, she couldn't help but cough, behind her hand, as she walked bumping into the walls and knocking herself into the portraits before reaching the exit falling to her knees in front of the staff-only door and coughing up a storm while holding her throat and chest. Head still aching and now acutely aware of how bright the lights were and how loud even the library was.

“Amora! What did you see what I saw!?” Cobalt exclaimed, before laughing and dancing around.

“Amora, oh my god!” Loki gasped, rushing to her side, “What happened in there?!”

Amora continued to gasp for air, “Amora, breathe, please!” Loki ordered softly, crouching in front of the American girl, cupping her face in her pale hands. Amora’s skin caked in sweat as Loki brushed her hair way from her face, “Look at me. Take slow deep breaths.”

Amora inhaled and exhaled slowly beginning to feel a little more normal besides the pounding in her head and the sensitivity to the other head lighting, “There we go lovely,” Loki cooed, stroking Amora’s cheek, “What happened in there?”

“I-I don’t know, I-I-I felt like I was dying! There was like an alchemy room?! Teacups and Ms. Berkshire?!” Amora exclaimed, fumbling her words as she spoke before covering her leaves, “And Cobalt won’t stop laughing and yelling!”

“Like in agony or—”

“Like he’s celebrating!” Amora all but shrieked before muttering, “God, you old fuck!”

“You think you can make it to class?” Loki asked.

Right, class.

“Amora, are you alright?”

“Yeah, Yeah,” Amora huffed, wobbling as she stood up, “Crap! I’m going to be late!”

“Amora!” Loki called, watching Amora stumble and run out of the library.

Running through the empty halls of the school the still feeling as if her in entire body was being pulled into the ground. Stumbling into Lilybeth’s classroom she grabbed the attention of everyone, “Uh… Amora…” Lilybeth questioned.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” she panted.

“Just please sit down.”

Amora nodded, sitting down in her regular seat next to Iphigenie, “Amora you okay?” she asked whispering.

“No,” she muttered, before laying her head down on the desk in front of her.

Everything is too loud, yet completely silent, everything hurts so badly, yet even with her eyes closed and her head down there is no peace, there is no reprieve.

“Amora?”

A pointy nail poked the back of her skull making her raise her head, now in an almost empty classroom with her math teacher, who looked at her concerned, “Chickadee? Are you alright?”

Amora let out a little groan, “I’m sorry, I guess…” she muttered standing up and stumbling back slightly.

“Amora!” Lilybeth exclaimed, “I think you need to go the nurse, let’s—”

“Chickadee, what’s happening?”

“Your dad—” Before Lilybeth took hold of her arms to help Amora kept steady.

“Iphigenie, can you grab my phone it’s on my desk.”

“Loki,” Amora muttered, “I need… Loki—”

“Amora!” Lilybeth gasped as Amora collapsed to the floor.

[aeroknot]

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"Human and Immortal's Divine Little Boy" Ether Caspari. Re-designed for my big project in my art class.

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