Life After Death [open]

The air tasted fresher up here.

She was standing on the office's slated rooftop to watch her first sunrise at Beata Academy. Morning had dawned crisp and clear, a perfect day for a perfect start, and she could already spot a handful of students milling around on the ground below.

Jane gave a happy smile and stretched out her arms. "Well, here goes nothing."

The new girl stepped off the roof into thin air and went flying to the ground. Her fresh new school blazer snapped in the wind as she fell. Like black wings made of cotton.

She hit the ground with a sickening splat, face-first, spraying a splash of blood across the bricks like a burst tomato.

Destiny walked out of a building just in time to see the girl fall. It wasn't a student Destiny recognized. Destiny watched in frozen terror as she watched the girl get closer to the ground and finally closed her eyes hearing the thud as she hit the ground. It was sickening to hear.

The necromancer stood there with her mouth agape and her red eyes wide staring at the body in complete shock. Finally forcing herself to move the spring student walked over to the body getting a closer look, hoping, no praying there was still some life-force left and that Destiny could keep the girl alive long enough to be restored.

Once she was close enough Destiny realized that the soul was still attached to the body. The wasn't normal. Destiny began question what was going on. This girl obviously had a power or else she wouldn't be here. So it must have been her power that was keeping the soul here. Destiny was still shocked as to what she had witnessed. The life-force was gone, but the soul wasn't. What was going on?

She could've been gone for a minute or an eternity. It all felt the same when you were dead.

Just like she'd expected, Jane's eyes lit back up with a gasp, an ugly and greedy gulp of air to re-fill her old dead lungs. Half her face was coated in dark blood, and her snazzy new uniform looked like it needed a new wash already. What a shame. She rolled over onto her back, staring up into the sky, her chest rising and falling with every pained breath. Her heart was fluttering.

That wasn't the first time she'd killed herself, but it confirmed what she already knew. She couldn't stay dead. Not for long, anyways. Life was just one big joke, wasn't it? Fell all that way and all she had to show for it was this killer headache. That was the thing that sucked about suicide. It didn't hurt until you woke back up.

It took a few moments before she realized she wasn't alone. Jane turned her head to look at the girl with white hair, blinking. A trickle of blood ran down from her forehead to the crest of her nose. "Sup," she greeted in-between breaths, flashing her a grin. "My name's Jane Grey. Like the queen."

Logan had trotted into the gates of Beata Academy that morning. He had put his stuff in the initiates dorms, had put the key snuggly into his pocket and had chosen to walk around the campus for a scenic self-tour. He had healed himself before leaving, and was glad he did. A small crowd seemed to have formed in the courtyard, scarlet threads finding their way through the gaps between people. Something terrible had happened. The boy couldn't help but walk over, letting magic dance along his fingers in aquatic green curves, bubbles and blobs tracing his hand in case he needed it.

Not too tall, Logan stood on his toes and peered over the people, down at Jane as she introduced herself. What the hell happened? The question was appropriate, but he saved it in his throat for another moment, a better moment. His viridescent eyes kept still to the bloodied girl. She seemed fine.

She raised a blood-soaked eyebrow up at the dark-haired boy that was blocking her sun. Suicides always drew a crowd, didn't they? He looked remarkably calm for someone who just saw a girl die, but she supposed that kind of thing was common around here. Who wouldn't want to throw themselves off a building if they lived in North Dakota?

"Gray's a boring color," she replied in a sardonic tone. "'Jane the Queen' sounds so much more exciting." That was always how she introduced herself, since she was little. "Like the queen!" A teacher had told her all about Queen Jane Grey once and it'd never left her. They'd left out the part about how she was beheaded after a week.

Jane sat up, running her fingers through her hair. When she pulled her hand away, it was coated a dark red. Her head was throbbing. She needed a shower anyways. "So no brave white knight wants to help the queen to her feet?"

Logan eyed the boy in front of him with tired eyes, narrowed eyes and a grim smile. He backed away, but did not walk away. He kept his eyes on the girl from behind the backs of the remaining onlookers. He had yet to get a clear look at her. He struggled to find the words to offer help, streaks of green energy pulsing over his palm, but the cork in his throat made him silent and stupid.

Jane took his hand and pulled herself onto unsteady feet, only smiling as he started to prattle on about kings and queens, but the ivy vines brushing up against her skin almost made her jump. They snaked up her legs, twining around her... It was hard to keep a straight face then. She'd only been here for a few hours at most, and even now, she was still getting used to this whole "superpower" thing. Dying and coming back was one thing, this was something else.

She turned her head as he came in close to brush his lips against her ear, whispering some cliche. Jane wasn't new at this, but when he stepped back, there was a tinge of red to her cheeks. Considering everything, that was... unexpected. "You're not very shy, are you?" Hitting on her in the middle of this crowd was bold enough. Hitting on her when she was covered in blood? A good-looking man of action that wasn't deterred by much... That'd be attractive. Normally. Even if it wasn't normal, Jane couldn't say that it wasn't at least a little intriguing.

There was a slight wobble to her legs and Jane subtly swayed in place. Committing suicide made you a little woozy in the head, and she wasn't the healthiest person to begin with. That was nothing, though. She tucked a bloodied strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. "Do you say that to every bloody corpse you see?"

Destiny was a little aggravated that the boy had decided to hit on the girl right after she had come back to life. Honestly it was a bit annoying. A small smirk made it's way on the the necromancer's face as she heard what Modern had last said. Destiny focused a bit of her power, and a skeleton soon appeared in front of Modern, it was standing relatively close to him. "How bout this one?" She said with a slight chuckle.

Destiny looked back to the bloodied girl. "Are you alright? You aren't gonna die again are you? I would rather not make a puppet out of your body." Of course she was kidding about the last part. She wouldn't do that without permission first, and it was actually Juan who was standing in front of Modern at the moment.  "Name's Destiny by the way. As you can see I am a Necromancer. I am guessing your power is resurrection. I suppose that would be why your soul didn't leave your body." Destiny remarked.

They'd known each other for maybe thirty seconds and she didn't even know his name yet. "Coming on strong" was a term that came to mind, but she didn't let it pass her lips. Honestly, she was flattered. She wouldn't trust the guy in a zombie apocalypse if that was his philosophy, but still, she was flattered.

The walking skeleton forming out of thin air was decidedly less appealing. Jane jumped in her skin when it appeared and instinctively took an unsteady step back. Right onto a puddle of her own blood.

She almost went slipping back down to the bricks, but her hand shot out to grab the white-haired girl by the shoulder to keep herself steady. Her heart was thumping painfully in her chest, sending dull stabs through her arms and legs, but Jane managed to crack a smile too after hearing Destiny's self-amused chuckle.

"Nice to meet you..." she breathed, not pulling her hand away. "I should be alive for the next few minutes at least, don't worry. Just don't use me for your next party trick." Jane watched as the skeleton went clattering across the bricks. Honestly, she was glad for a little reprieve. Teasing could wait until she got her bearings again.

A thin stream of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. Her voice was playful, almost flirtatious, but paper-thin. She turned her head as another girl came racing to see what all the commotion was about. "Something like that. Sorry if I'm a little messy."

A frown appeared on Destiny face as Juan was scattered across the court yard, but in a second the bones came clattering back together, and back into their usual form. "That was rude.. I don't just up and attack your plants now do I?" She said to the boy. "Or would you rather me suck the life out of your little vines right now? Everything has life force, it's so simple for me to take.." Destiny said with bit of a creepy smile towards the flower boy. 

She looked back to Jane. "Thats a relief. And I won't. I only use bodies with permission. Most of the time they are skeleton's though. I got permission first before using that one over there." Destiny said her red eye's scanning the girl for a moment, trying to see if there were any life threatening wounds that she had at the moment. 

Juan just started at Flower boy. He had his hands on his hips and stood in a sassy manner like he was about to sass the boy for what he did. Honestly if he could speak at the moment he would be throwing words right in Modem's face. Juan was not a happy skeleton at the moment.