Kalika reached out to brush her fingers across a freshly dusted sign, nails following the curve of carved wood. She couldn’t help, nor hide, the grin that clawed its way onto her lips and settled there for the shadows to see. Envelope of school acceptance rested in her other hand, hidden notice tucked in its folds. She was to play nice here, play helper to the school and its occupants. Kalika of the Unseelie Court was to be among the staff and students as Nurse. Maybe she would even dress in a little uniform to play the part. Laugh ripped itself free of the confines of her chest, haunting sirens call floating through the empty air. Two magnificent doors stood before her, brass handles at the very center. Scrawled in elaborate carving across them:
‘Infirmary Wing’
Hinges gave a welcoming groan as she pushed the doors open, click of her heels completing the seemingly rehearsed melody. Slow as a dying mans whisper, the doors drifted shut behind her. Multi colored eyes took in the scenery with the utmost joy, she could feel the lingering agony across her skin. So much pain and misery in one room, it was near perfection! She stepped over to the beds, admiring the rich cover of the blankets and curtains; as if already soaked in sweet blood they were a deep crimson. Curtains of each bed drawn back like open arms, inviting all to writhe beneath them in anguish.
Practically giddy with the possibilities she moved to her wooden desk, ornate carvings along the edges matched the room perfectly. Papers and forms sat neatly at the corner, awaiting her touch to put them in their place. Quill pen and inkwell settled at the heart of her desk, list of medical supplies beneath. Anything she needed everything she wanted. Still admiring the décor of the room, she settled in a smooth rhythm and began to put everything away. Every detail had to be precise, not a single piece of paper out of place. Mortal medical books lined the top shelves, Fae lined the middle while the bottom was left alone… just incase she needed to add something else to her growing collection.
Glamour shifted and slithered, image of the Unseelie flickering like candle light before it settled against her skin. Tan skin replaced pale, hair became solid black while eyes dulled to a faded brown. Clothing was next to change though this required less glamour and more skill. Digits peeled away part of her skirt to a much shorter, above the knee, version. This allowed her to show off fishnet hosiery birthed from heeled shoes all the way beneath the skirt. The look was rather dramatic and quite stunning if she did say so herself. Like weaving a needle through material she pulled at unseen strings to change the top, corset covered with glamour to look the part of a button down blouse. Of course the first three buttons were undone to show the swell of her chest, borderline provocative. Long tendrils of silken hair were pulled into a purposely messy bun.
Satisfied with everything from the décor to her personal attire she settled in her seat and leaned back. Things were in perfect order, now all she could do was wait for her very first victim… or patient depending on her mood and who exactly was asked.