Room E is for Evil /CLOSED

The days rolled by and Sarthas kept to himself for the most part after his brief encounters with a few of the students and faculty. Although classes had yet to begin, people were often roaming the halls and the outlying land while he remained nearly invisible. The few times he did make contact were a necessary evil, one he would endure like any other trial that had existed in his life. Brief and too the point, the man was disturbingly efficient although that was only one of the ridiculously long listed traits that made the man disturbing. Not that such a thing bothered Sarthas, after all he had no reason for people to like him, his life up until now had been focused on death, not the nicety of social decor. Yet Ailis's task insisted that he blend in, so as not to arise suspicion, which only made the man chuckle. Considering his earlier encounters with Riley and Merisa-Anne, he decided he was quite a ways past the point of raising suspicion. Never the less, he would face this new challenge with his usual efficency. How hard could it be? After all he was exceptional at blending into the scenery or a large crowed how difficult could it possibly be to pretend to be your average everyday student? If only the man had actually known.

After his second meeting with Ailis he was forced to admit that things were going to take longer than he anticipated. Still, he understood that training took time and perseverance and this latest job was (as he saw it) only another step along the dark path he had been set upon from the moment of his birth. It took several days to make his way to his assigned room. This was primarily because of two reasons. The first being the fact that he spent the next few days pissing off the other students, nearly getting eaten by a pack of creatures he didn't believe in to 'protect' people he didn't care about. Only to top it all off by dealing with a woman as confusing as she was stubborn. And then there was Marisa-Anne, he couldn't help but manage an unbelievably vile and disgusting smile as he thought of those encounters. All in all, his first days at Caislin Hallows were engaging to say the least. Secondly, the man who assigned him his room, was none other than Riley and considering that they had both nearly killed each other upon their first meeting it didn't bode well for his living conditions. Still, he was used to living in a state of constant struggle for life and death and a few days later he had found himself at the door to his room.

Slipping inside the man eyed his surroundings. It was lavishly decorated, much in the same way the entire castle seemed to be. A massive four post bed, heavy patterned drapes, a thick soft hand woven carpet...the twisted killing machine narrowed his eyes. There was no way it was that easy. Quickly he set about his task of searching every inch for concealed traps, explosives, poison gas in the vents, spring loaded blades under the mattress, the usual. After thirty minutes of extensive searching however he realized with near disappointment that there were no such devices in place. After a moment of contemplation he decided that it must be another test. Luring him into a false sense of security so that he would be easy prey. That awful smile twisted his lips once more as he spoke to himself out loud in a quiet whisper. “Not likely.”

The man set about his task of 'redecorating” the room with his own little surprises. An hour later, he had everything in place and it looked exactly the same, with the exception of the drapes being drawn and the four posts of the bed had been sawed off and were now missing. That disgusting smile remained on his lips as he surveyed his work. His quiet voice shattering the silence once again. “Home, sweet home.” Turning to the light switch, he flipped it off. Glancing around quickly, his awful smile twisted his pale lips even further. The room was surprisingly dark even with the light of the sun beating against the window because of how thick the curtains were. Only a small amount of light leaked though, to splash upon the thick carpet directly below it. It would do for his purposes. Turning his attention back to the light switch he pulled the blade from his left thigh and unscrewed the fixture. Unscrewing and detaching the wires, even while hot was a simple matter and it wasn't long until he had the thing back in place exactly how it had been. His final modification finished, he turned to leave. If anyone stumbled into his room, they would soon discover that it wasn't a room at all....but a deathtrap.