c9rp9realn9rmative: (Y9U ARE N9T MY HUMAN M9THER)
Kankri Vantas ([personal profile] c9rp9realn9rmative) wrote in [community profile] sortinghat_logs2012-10-02 12:27 am

I'm n9t calling f9r a sec9nd chance

WHO: Kankri Vantas and anyone who wants to try to calm him down
TONE: sad. Wow. Sad.
RATING: PG, maybe PG-13?
WHEN: Monday, 1/10/12
WHERE: Divination Tower
WHAT: After waking up on Saturday abruptly dead again, Kankri has been sulking and hiding in the Divination Tower since. The problem being, classes need to be held there on Monday.
STATUS: Ongoing
NOTE: He is a ghost again, although some of you may have seen him around the castle during the event as a short, young boy around 15. This means he can neither touch nor be touched, which is pretty much the source of his pique.


Since early Saturday morning, the noises from the Divination Tower have varied between frustrated screaming and shuddering, muffled sobs. The source of these has hidden from anyone who tried to find him, but come Monday and the resumption of classes as normal the noises have resumed with an even more despairing tone. What began as sulking is bordering on a full-out temper tantrum, now.

Unchecked privileges everywhere.
wavesofjade: (77 Human - ♍ And Youll Be In My Heart)

[personal profile] wavesofjade 2012-10-03 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
"There was no way for a class to be taught with you in here, behaving like that," Dolores told him, shifting back when he did and clasping her hands in her lap again. "I volunteered to come and try to talk to you."

For a moment, she looked away, and then she sighed again. "Kankri.. I know that you're angry. I can understand, even if I can't fully empathise. It's difficult now, I know, to think of what you experienced as a gift, rather than something which was given and then stripped away, but you have had a unique opportunity to create new memories with the people who love you.. who still love you."
insuffera6les9n9rus: (#Uh-huh)

[personal profile] insuffera6les9n9rus 2012-10-31 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
Kankri was half tempted to sink into the floor and disappear out of embarrassment. He had barely noticed the passage of the days, hadn't realized consciously that it was Monday.

He felt selfish. He felt chided. He felt spoiled. But he also felt cold, and angry, and helpless, and those things together made something dark in him rankle at the idea of Dolores understanding what he was going through. If he thought about it long and hard enough, he could still feel Sal's arms around him when they'd curled up in the same bed on that last night. "It wasn't fair. It only hurt them more." It only hurt him more. Just when he'd been getting used to the cold loneliness of not being able to touch, it had been given back to him and then cruelly stripped away.