St Trinians (2007)
Juht snarls, leaping at the dæmon's whose boys are now leaving the school. Kelly raises an eyebrow as the boys run, holding their clothes. She's sure the Totties will be mad she got rid of them but she doesn't have anyone breaking into her school. The panther snaps at the tail of a retreating dæmon, grinning up at his human.
'Idiot boys, thinking they can break into St Trinians.'
Kelly smirks. 'Don't worry, Juht. They won't try it again.'
The panther chuckles low in his throat, turning to follow Kelly back up the stairs. Head girl gets her own room and, while she rarely uses it, Kelly does need it tonight. All the plans for the heist are in there and she wants to go through them before going to bed.
'You don't have to, Kel.' Juht whispers as they walk though the corridors. 'Flash has got it all sorted.'
Kelly scoffs. 'You really trust the spiff? No. It's better we handle it.'
Junt nods, stepping into the room. He jumps onto the bed, stretching out and watching her sit down to work.
'Do you think it'll work, Kel?'
Kelly grins. 'Of course. We're St. Trinian's. We can do anything.'
Bago drapes himself around Annabelle's shoulders at the back of the meeting. Kelly and Polly are leading, of course, explaining all the different things they will need to do before the Heist. Her aunt speaks up every so often, Ulo growling to get the girls to listen. Bago is half asleep by the end, him and Annabelle not really needed for anything. They are just supposed to sit in the audience, making sure that nothing goes wrong. Easy really.
The ocicat jumps down onto the sofa as the room clears. Juht glances once at him, shaking his head. Bago smiles, burrowing down into the cushions and stretching out. Annabelle laughs, pushing him gently.
'Grow up, Bago.'
He smiles, twisting his head to watch her through lidded eyes. 'Don't need to grow up. St Trinian now, can be a kid as long as I like.'
She rubs his belly, getting a yowl out of him. 'Kids don't steal from art galleries. Or lie to their own fathers.'
'We're not lying. Flash is.'
Annabelle rolls her eyes, picking up her dæmon and throwing him onto the opposite cushions. She smiles, walking out the door. Bago growls, running out the door after her.
Ulo watches the brand new first years running past, their dæmons trying to push each other out of the way. The girls have to stop twice, because their dæmons are lagging behind to much, but a couple quick shouts and they are off again. The leopard, pressed against his human's leg, smiles to himself.
'Induction is going well.' Camilla says, next to him. 'Although I thought they were supposed to be having orientation right now.'
'They are.' Ulo mutters, nodding an older girl after the earlier group. Her dæmon swerves slightly to jump on Ulo's back before running back to his girl. 'We haven't given out Head Girl yet, there's no one to organise the orientation.'
'Ah.' Fritton smiles, tilting her head upwards. 'Head Girl. What are you thoughts, based on the boys?'
'Well, Damdamin and Konseho are too involved in their own groups to be able to look after the others. They'll just cause problems. Rupin won't take time away from grooming himself to run the school and Malin has other priorities. Best bet, for me, is Juht. He's respected, fair and knows practically everyone.'
'Juht, the panther?'
'Yes, I think so.'
'Okay.' Camilla smiles. 'Kelly Jones it is.'
Geoffrey rests his head in his hands as the girls run past him, not a single on paying him any attention. Suga drops down onto his lap, pressing against his stomach as wildcats, falcons, snakes and all other manners of predators sped by, screaming along with their girls.
Finally, all the girls make it to their lessons. There are twice a much now Camilla has been revealed as a Shakespeare so the halls are far to crowded for their liking.
'I hate this school.'
Geoffrey smiles, running a finger over her feathers. The raven looks up at him, jumping onto his wrist. He lifts her up onto his shoulder and looks around. 'I know. But we'll get used to it.'
She shudders slightly, as if the idea of getting used to St Trinians is nothing short of barbaric. 'I'm sure we will, if we stay here longer enough.'
Geoffrey nods, flinching when a small explosion from outside almost knocks Suga off his shoulder. She cries out, glaring out the window.
'How long are we going to stay here?' She hisses.
'Geoffrey.' Camilla's voice floats down the stairs. 'Geoffrey where are you?'
Thwaites smiles, standing up and replying to Suga. 'Forever.'
A tiny first year peeks behind the curtain, looking into the feared section of the dorm. Her mouse dæmon shudders on her shoulder, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. They stand for a few seconds, waiting for someone to notice them.
A bat comes spiralling out at the dark, aiming for the mouse.
The girl screams, running out of the dorm and leaving the bat gliding around in circles, a satisfied smirk on his face.
'Are you done?'
Damdamin turns, following Andrea's voice back to her. He collides with her shoulder but she grabs him out of the air, the slightest hint of a smile on her face. He nods up at where he guesses her face is, feeling her turn and head back inside the curtains. The other emos are sleeping so they don't have time for frightened first years.
Damdamin doesn't say anything as they settle back down onto their bed. In fact, Damdamin never says anything at all something which had lead some girls outside of the school to think that he was just a normal bat and Andrea had no soul.
They both smirk at that. It is quite a funny story.
Taylor glances down at the crowd below her, wincing slightly when Chloe gets a question wrong. Her dæmon clings closer to her shoulder, fingers digging in when Andrea steps down beside them. Despite having a soul that can fly, the stupid corpse bride is afraid of heights.
'Let's move.' Konseho mutters, forcing her into motion. Taylor takes a second to stroke the lemur's back before running after their Head Girl.
They turned into the corner, avoiding guards and cameras to meet up with the others in front of the lasers. Konseho sees Damdamin tuck under Andrea's jacket but merely rolls his eyes, leaping to the floor. He'll show that colourless death-dæmon how it's done.
Taylor puts on some music but Konseho is too good for that. He dodges under the beams that Taylor is allowing him to see. The room is too long for him to wait at one end so he has to jump after her, panicking when she almost falls. Finally they make it to the other end and can put down the mirrors. Taylor grabs him the second the lasers have gone.
'We did it.' She grins and the lemur grins back, hugging her tightly. 'Yes!'
Rupin flutters past the lizard, letting his wing brush ever so gently on her scales. Chelsea looks up from where the gecko's boy is clustering over her and smiles, making the boy think it is at him. Two sentences and some batted eyelashes later and the boy is running out of the room, scrambling to get the things Chelsea has asked for.
'Easy as cake.' Chelsea breathes, holding a hand out for Rupin. The butterfly lands on her fingers as she lays back, pulling out her phone and texting the other Posh Totties. Apparently there was a party in the local town so, of course, they were going.
'What to wear though?' Rupin sighs, looking around the room. There were a dozen dresses around the room, all of which would make her look stunning, not to mention all the skirt and top combos they have.
Chelsea pursed her lips, concentrating more than she had done for her end of year exams. 'A blue dress, I think, to match your wings.'
'Mini skirt, of course.'
'Low neckline, heart shaped...ooh!'
Chelsea jumps up, grabbing a dress, matching their description from the back of her closet and holding it against her.
'Perfect!'
Modi and Minni scuttle over the banisters, trying to keep up with their girls. The mice can't run quite as fast as the girls but they make an effort. As they reach the bottom of the stairs, Modi jumps onto Tania's hand while Minni makes it to Tara's shoulder, having to climb over Tania's to do it. The girls were both more than used to this, having shared dæmons since they were babies.
'Got everything?' Tara whispers as the peek around the corner.
'Bit late to ask that how.' Modi mutters back, his claws digging into Tania's hand.
'Shh, he'll hear.' Minni scowls, watching the reporter sneak around the school.
'Alright now.' Tania grins, flicking Minni's ear. 'Let's move.'
All four hold their breath as they walk forward, setting up the trap. The whole school knows about it so only the reporter could possibly get trapped. After setting up, they giggle and run away, looking for other first years.
They make it about five metres when they hear an explosion behind them. They freeze, glancing at each other in apprehension.
'Run for it!' The dæmons cry in unison.
'Keep quiet.' The girls yell back, laughing as they run from trouble.
Fingers tap furiously against the keyboard, typing out the programming with well practiced ease. The program comes to life on the screen, spelling out the codes for a simple sorting algorithm. With a few loops and some stopping commands, the algorithm has tripled in complexity but doubled in efficiency.
'It's still too slow though.' Malin scowls, staring down at the screen from Polly's shoulder. 'Twenty minutes to sort a hundred items.'
The geek scratches the monkeys's tail, wrapped around her neck before continuing to type, adjust her glasses as she does so. 'It's faster than anything else we've made. Few adjustments and we'll be done.'
'More adjustments make it more complex, which makes it slower.' Malin complains, climbing down her arm to work at the computer himself.
'Complexity is proportional to efficiency.' She points out, pushing him away from the keys to make her own changes.
He sits down between her arms, staring at the screen with eyes slightly squinted. Polly tilts her head, staring at the parameters and trying to find something wrong with their algorithm.
'Put in two subroutines.'
'Modify the iterations.'
They grin at each other, human and monkey fingers dashing across the keys to make changes.
'I can't sell that.'
The girls stare at him, their mouths set and eyes hardened. He sighs weakly, looking down at the alcohol they have presented him. Stuff that was likely to kill someone.
'Aw, come on Flash.' They whine, pouting now. 'Give it a shot.'
'We said no.' Sourire frowns, poking her giant head out from behind the table. The girls' small dæmons flinch back from the liger and she nods them on, smirking slightly when they scramble away with their stuff. 'That went well.'
Flash leans back in his chair, scratching his dæmon head. She closes her eyes at the sensation, leaning into the touch. 'We do need something to sell, though.'
She shrugs, pushing his hand away and standing, near as tall as his seated form. 'The geeks have given us goods and the totties will have something. Calm down.'
He smiles but it fades as a dozen girls run past, destroying half his merchandise in the process. He is about to go mad when Kelly walks past, giving him a grin before continuing. Juht brushes Sourire's tail, making the liger blush before following the sounds of explosions.
Flash smirks at his dæmon. Defenders of anarchy indeed.