Study Hall -- Wednesday, October 26th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

At the front desk, Sarah is randomly smacking any frog that comes near her with the hammer Lorelei gave her. Occasionally, she leans over as if a thought has struck her and scribbles something down in her notes with a triumphant smile.

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[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor entered study hall just in time to see Phoebe slam her books down. He immediately shimmered from the doorway to the back of the room. "What's wrong?" he said, his voice a low growl as he tensed in anticipation of dealing with whomever had upset her so much.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe is gripping the edge of the desk so hard that the knuckles on each hand are completely white. "Spider Jerusalem," she spat out quietly. "Apparently it was irresponsible of me to accept participation in the Ethics assignment. Oh, and I am also unreliable and don't give a shit about the consequences of my actions."

[demonbelthazor]

Cole pried her hands from the desk and took them in his. Her grip was actually strong enough to almost make him wince. "Fuck him," he said. "Phoebe, it's obvious nothing you do will please him, and all he's doing is making you unhappy. Tell him to take his job and shove it up his ass. He wants you at his beck and call. He wants you to be his slave. You're far too special to submit to someone like him."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe was still clenching her hands so when he took them, he could feel how angry she was by her shaking.

"He made it seem like I don't give a damn about anything, Cole. Like I'm irresponsible and my word means nothing."

[demonbelthazor]

Cole enfolded Phoebe in his arms, running his hands down her back. "Calm down, sweetheart," he murmured. "He doesn't know you. He doesn't understand you. And he never will. He wants you to be something you aren't and it's going to drive you crazy trying to please him." He hated seeing her like this, and tensed even further, fighting off his natural urges. Something of his was hurt and he should punish whomever was responsible.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe was trying not to cry, but the scene with Spider had really upset her.

"I've done everything for him but get Professor Dream to turn me into his lap dog." She shook her head. "He said I have two masters and it's a situation that must be remedied."

[demonbelthazor]

Cole seized on that. "I'm your master for the ethics assignment, which is over Friday. And I certainly haven't fucking told you to ignore any of his fucking orders -- I told you the assignment wouldn't interfere with any of our regular classes and stuff. Until now. If your Beloved Lord told his Bright One to quit the job and the class, would she? Would she resent him for it?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka's on her way into Study Hall hoping to run into some of her friends when she sees Phoebe looking very upset in Bel's arms Bel looking like he might just kill someone over the top of her head. This is not good.

No sense pretending she doesn't see it. They've both asked for her protection in the last week.

She marches over. "All right. Which of you is telling me what I've been not properly protecting Phoebe from?"

[demonbelthazor]

"From her journalism professor," Belthazor spat. "He's having issues because Phoebe won't be his slave."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka backs a step, confused and wary of an angry Bel. "He said that?"

[demonbelthazor]

"I don't know exactly what he said," Belathzor admitted. "But you can see the effect it's having on Phoebe. And I have seen some of his tantrums before, so I have a good idea what he's like."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"I have a hard time with that, Bel. He's all about freedom. Always telling us to protect ours. Why would he say something like that?" That hurt. Even if he'd been pissed at her, she'd trusted him. Respected him. "It makes no sense."

[demonbelthazor]

"Apparently being at his beck and call isn't enough," Belthazor snarled. "He wants to know where she is at every moment. Assistant in this case means slave. The irony, by the way, does not escape me."

[demonbelthazor]

Realizing this was better discussed in private, Belthazor held out his hand to Beka. She picked up on his intention and reached out to take his hand. His other arm was still around Phoebe, and he shimmered the three of them out of the room.