straightupzorra | Day + San Practice log

Santana sits comfortably in her chair across from Day. It's been a week since the others had left, leaving the six of them behind to power the towers and allow their departure. She was a bit bitter that she was chosen to stay behind, but she could deal with it. Well, she could deal with it if things weren't so boring all the time! Her prefect digs were pretty sweet, she had to admit, and it was nice to have her own room after being forced to stay with other people but it became easier to lock herself in the room and not come out to deal with the others and the fact she's still stuck here.

Sigh sighs and focuses her attention onto Day, her partner, Weapon, mentor, and headmistress. They had an odd power dynamic but they worked well together nonetheless. "So now what? We've been stuck here for a week with nothing to do and frankly I'm bored out of my mind! I need out of this town. That or something new to do. No offense but dealing with the same five people every day be gettin' on ma nerves 'n' I do not feel like dealin' wit' 'em," the more she spoke the louder and noticeably more Latina she got. She even stood up half way through but at the end she flopped down back into her chair.

"Ugh, what are we supposed to do?" She's looking at you Day, hope you have some kind of answer.

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"Well I doubt we sacrificed our going home to stay here and die of boredom." Well Day hoped they hadn't because if anything was a let down it was sacrificing yourself for nothing.

Of course really this was self preservation on Day's part, not self sacrifice, how Morveer would have laughed at her if he had thought she had done anything remotely selfless.

"There were people here when we arrived so I'm sure more people will have to come soon."

Santana snorted, "You chose to stay here, if you remember I did not. Some shit about teamwork and how I wasn't a team player, god it was like being back at McKinley," she rolled her eyes.

"At least this time we're the ones in charge, those new kids have to listen to us, besides, we're the ones with the experience."

Day just grinned, it was true they had strongly encouraged Santana to stay. Well forced, forced was definitely the right word. "History is remembered the way the historians right it, we will tell everyone it was a brave and noble sacrifice on your part. No one will know any better," she grinned and took another bite of bread.

"I hope they aren't pathetic, sitting back and watching them fumble through on their own is going to be painful."

She laughs in return, "History is written by the victors, see, I did learn something back at that dumb school. Learn poisons was much cooler than learning history though," Day, now is the right time to be a bit afraid of the grin on her face. And by a bit afraid I may mean very afraid.

"They're going to be pathetic. I hate to admit it, but when we first got here, we were pathetic too. But now we're the top bitches here and no one can stop us."

"Well yes, that goes without saying. The losers are usually too dead to write history." She grins, she had been expecting students to be a bit wary of potions, half the students moral arguments against them had just annoyed her but Santana, for all that her world sounded a thousand times different to Day had taken to learning poisons well.

Her best student. She grinned, "We were pretty pathetic, I'm sure we can teach them in time though."

Yes be afraid of her smile too. She tears off another chunk of walnut bread with a grin.

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