32 A Toast of urgency (1/2)

Michael had traveled back to the academy with the help of his bestial senses. Finding every wendigo corpse he had trampled on. When nearing the small town from where he and his fellow apprentices had come from, he swallowed down the rest of the shapeshifting pills Jenkins had brewed up or bought. They looked and felt like small jellybeans, removing any hesitation he had to swallow them. One after one they were absorbed by his body, and slowly the small horns and markins seemed to retract back from where the grew out of. Letting any normal person see him like this would definitely be bad, since the heist was about to start.

After traveling through the old town, Michael found himself near the familiar castle. Several of the students looked at him as he entered and speedily walked without talkin. Finally, after crossing most of the brick walls and aged carpets spread around, he arrived at his dorm. No different than any other's as they had a more modern feel to them. Nearing the room specially made for his room, he sendt some energy into the lock, making it open up. The satisfaction he felt after preparing to enter did not last long, as he was once again greeted by something rather uncommon.

Before he opened up, a young girl approached him out of nowhere. She was dressed in a fine brown robe with some sort of boar marking on the back. Currently standing before his living quarter. The girl had long blond hair and green emerald eyes. Not a real looker, but would definitely catch your attention.

'Is this that Firnell girl from class? Why is she here?'

As if hearing his thoughts, she blushed a little. Gazing at him with a somewhat timid expression, making the rosy cheeks redden ever so slightly. It made her look a little more innocent.

”Hello, Firnell.”

Michael tried talking to her, but mabye the sudden increase in height was too much, or mabye it was the shyness she had instilled within. The girl shifted her gaze back to the brick floor while blushing harder, silently muttering to herself.

”E..Eh hello M..Marss..”

She began to stutter as the words left her small mouth, but he slowly attuned himself to it, grasping the words she said with ease.

She did not stop talking or looking at the ground, but what he hearded with the evolved hearing he had was.

”W..Would you..B..Be interested in..G..Going out some time....?”

Firnell looked a little bit more sure of herself now that she registered that he heard it, glancing at him from the weird bowing stance she was currently in.

Michael didn't want to just chase her away, as he was very touched but confused as well. However, he had things to do, so such had to wait.

”Yeah, let's find some time to hang out this week. However, I currently have some unfinished work to attend to. Would it be possible to contact you again? If so, let us keep in touch.”

This answer seemed to please her, as Firnell had an adorable smile while looking back up at him. Even the small ears were slowly being dyed red from the cheeks not being able to containt it.

He only gave her a small nod and sending her off, then proceeding to enter his room.

And of course, inside was....

”What the actual f** Michael? You should just have kissed her! To think you are partially werewolf... Not only that actually! even with that massive quantity of demon blood in your vains, you still act like such a damn shrimp... Anyways, I heard from your teacher that you went out. That old one from your class? The one with the weird smile you know? Damn, I have a bad feeling about him, Michael. I must take some drastic measures in the future. Don't try and stop me, it's for your own good!”

The mellow voice could not belong to anyone other than Jenkins.

He was currently sitting with his knees crossed on Michael's bed, wearing some sort of old school tuxedo with a small 'noble' twist on it. Not only this, but he even rocked some small round glasses which were resting on top of the sharp yet fragile nose. Even the shoes were something similar to what he would wear on earth.

As he sat there, waiting for who knows how long, he kept fiddling around with some sort of rusty gold coin. Bouncing it around with his delicate fingers. Was he showing off?

Michael did not even answer, wanting to ask what year this was before going further with the vampire.

”Hey, Jenkins?”

Michael's body twitched a little, remembering when the notes were written.

”Yes Michael?”

Thay old buffon seemed rather suprised despite waiting for him.

”What year is it today? I don't really know much about this world..”

He tried tocalm himself while making the question flow as easy as possible.

”You should've just asked that girl...*Sigh* Its the 299 Sun time. Why?”

Michael widened his golden eyes, looking like he just watched some ancient remains come back to life.

”What the hell Michael?! Don't look at me like that. No wonder this Firnell girl is the only one who likes you! Well, she and that girl with the glasses. By the way, I think you should go for glasses. She knows a lot about magic and such. And her family is easier to cut int...ANYWAYS! was there some other matter you wanted to talk about?”

”There is something else I wanted to bring up...But how do you know all this?”

Michael looked suspiciously at the frozen Jenkins, who had ceased playing with his coin.

”T...That doesn't matter! Anyways, why do you smell like some dried fish?”

Michael took note of this, but did not press it for now.

He showed all the papers and vials he had taken from the vampire's hideout. Narrating the story to Jenkins.

”WHAT?! YOU FOUND HALREL?!!!!”

”Yeah..we...”

”Where is he?!!? FUCK MICHAEL DON'T TELL ME YOU KILLED HIM?!”

Michael instinctively broke eye contact. Starring at the oblivious goblin sitting beside the duck egg incubator. It seemed to smile at him with the ugly face it had. What a weird creature. Are all goblins this small?

”DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT SHIT HEAD TOOK FROM ME?! N..No, I'll take a look in the place you talked about. Anyways, pass me the notes.”

Jenkins skimmed through them, nodding his head a couple of times.

”That potion is the real deal. However, since that Halrel guy was too dum and chugged it when his body was already half broken, it failed. You can just drink it, but I would expect for you to pass out for a day.”

Michael smiled while the shapeshifting pills lost their effects, turning him back into the tattooed demon. Jenkins seemed mildly surprised when he fully reverted, looking st the horns and the slit pupils.

”Hel'slakter? Are they the ones with the bendy limbs? can't really remember. But don't turn into that hideos green monster thing while I am here.”

”What? my transformation is black you know?”

Jenkins almost felt his brain shut down when

Michael spoke. The glasses he wore shook a little when the nose twitched.

”WHAT?! SHOW ME!”

Michael transformed inte the hel'bölger for Jenkins to see, and as expected..