Monica
It appeared to be a cloudy day for Vance when he arrived at driving school in Isakstad. He did great learning how to do a U-turn on the road and understanding the rules. This is when he arrived back on campus removing his beanie hat to let his pointed ears breath. Under the sunlight his dark locks shined when he ran his fingers through them. Tussling a bit to let them be free and unflatten from the hat. He's 6'4 ft tall and towers over most student. Vance held his tuffel bag over his shoulder as he comes walking through the kids. When reached underneath the shade from the building, he removes his shades before putting them away in its own case in his coat pocket.

With his heighten vision, he is beginning to recognize some familiar faces.
Angel
Upon the familiar faces about the campus is Taffy; a short, thin, pale figure with dark blue hair trailing loosely down his back. He is dressed in a tie dyed tank top and a skirt. She's sitting on the ground off in a corner, playing her electric ukulele. The song being played is *You Will Be Okay* (from Helluva Boss, yes.) and their voice can be heard quietly over top singing along.

When it sees Vance, it stops playing, and simply watches him for a moment, almost as if distracted by his existence.

*Holy shit. Tall person. Eugh.*
Monica
He's a healthy young man who stood among with a complexion of a foreign prince from some foreign land. It would be almost as if seeing someone straight from a fantasy novel based in a modern era. Vance could hear a ukulele playing in the background with a murmuring song whispering almost out from his view. He recognized that the music was from Helluva Boss but doesn't question it. Thanks to his developed ability, his eyesight improved so much to a point where he spots a blue haired Taffy. Fuck! And he wished that he hadn't glance to their direction with a placid expression. His deep blue eyes seem to glitter under the light when he lock eyes onto Taffy. Without making a face, he turns away to continue on with his business.
Angel
With a sigh, Taffy goes back to playing aer ukulele, avoiding looking at Vance again.

*What the fuck is everyone's problem?*

They begin plucking at the strings, changing the song to something else.

"Okay, I wanna tell you guys a story about a band called Nirvana. You probably know this story already, but whatever."

Xyr voice, this time, seems slightly more angry than for the last song, where xyr voice had been soft and caring.
Monica
Annoying. Utterly fucking annoying. Vance can feel the angst and getting an idea that they're pissed. Nothing special from Taffy Weeeiner. He could hear an angry Xyr Taffy getting cheesy with their start of their 'story' that sound boiled and stingy. In a way he kind of want to hear what this unstable asshole is going to say. It is remarkable how much of fuss they're able to stir when they hurdle up a tantrum. Right now Vance is trying to be a decent student trying to get by without getting detention. He's doing well... So well that he manage to stay clean at this place. And hopefully Taffy doesn't do anything else to piss him off.
Angel
"They were a good band, man, a really good band. Had this awesome third album, lost them a lot of fans though."

Ze seems to be ignoring Vance at this point. Honestly, ze almost seems completely focused on the ukulele in zir hands.

"Had this great song on it called *Tourettes* That went; ba da ba na na na na num na na na na num- Doesn't really work over these chords. Anyway, I've totally lost my train of thought."
Monica
Vance's ears felt like they're going to bleed out hearing them trying to talk-sing and playing the ukulele. Fuck this guy. He continues onward by thrusting the door open with some gentle grace. At this point his mind begins to put up blockades to muffle them. There was swaddled "Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blagh!" Coming from Taffy in the background. Vance had the opportunity to not engaged with the stick bug and he's taking that option to move own with his business.

Three hours later Vance in the kitchen studying for his next exam by the window. He was drawn in by his work focusing on his math work while ignoring other students coming in and out of the room. A simple hi and hellos before drawing to later and good-byes. He placed a hand behind his head when he felt a headache creeping up from the back of his neck.
Angel
"Hi!"

From behind Vance, Taffy's voice can be heard. It's surprisingly soft, compared to the anger from earlier. They simply stand there, with a slushie in their hand, leaning against the doorframe.

"You seriously need to learn to appreciate music, dude," They say, smiling slightly, with a lighthearted tone in their voice.
Monica
"I was late for class," Vance said with a neutral expression. "There wasn't much time to spare then." His tone was smooth like velvet when he replied gently to the teetering teenager. This was somewhat true that he was getting late for one of his classes. He had missed one of them by accident when he slept in. The scratches of his pencil bounced from the walls of the quiet kitchen while he was finishing through half his questions. He held his emotions under check to focus more on his work than the unpredictable presence behind him.

Vance doesn't like Taffy.

If anything he is going to try to be a decent person trying to do their homework before the next session later tonight. There's no point getting pissed off at a worthless crybaby over their spilt milk. 

"Did you come here to tell me that?" Vance asked, now flipping to the next page of his text book. "Or is there something else that you have on your mind?"
Angel
"I came here for a snack."

This is true. Taffy came to the kitchen for a snack, saw Vance, and couldn't help themself saying something to him.

"I was hungry and decided to grab something from the kitchen because the cafeteria is overwhelming for me. Need any help with any of your work? Of course, you're probably smart enough to do it yourself, but you know. Might as well offer."

His hair has been tied back into a low ponytail and his eyebags have been covered in concealer. She still looks tired, but at least she looks somewhat alive.
Monica
"It's fine I am almost done with my homework," Vance said, being as polite as possible. "Thank you for the kind offer... Especially how exhausted you look, you seem like a generally nice person."

Bullshit. Vance knows how capable Taffy is when they decide to be a massive dick. There's nothing to change his mind about how he feels and thinks about them. There's still so much that he doesn't know about this person yet. 

Vance finally turns towards Taffy with a warm smile. "Well, I think you should get something to eat while you're here."
Angel
The moment that Vance looks at Taffy, they stare directly into his eyes for a moment, almost as if fixated on them.

"That's kind of rude, you know. Lying to me. If you want me to leave, just say so," They say plainly, as a small, sad smile appears on their face. They look genuinely upset as they stand up and walk over to the refrigerator, opening it and having a look inside. "That's another little thing about me, you know. Knowing when people are lying to me. It really makes you realise just how often people do that."
Monica
"It's a normal behavior for people to lie," Vance began, closing his text book. "They do it for reasons. Sometimes they do it to not want to hurt your feelings, to save someone's life or to prevent them from doing anything foolish. Lies come in many forms... Taffy." His tone remained calm and sweet but there was a sternness hinted at in his tone. "Thing is... I don't like people... I like being alone because that's just my nature. I'm trying to be nice despite my discomforts."

*This was true on his behalf.*

"You're here to get a snack and I know you won't be here for long," Vance said, now finishing the last of his answers. "It's kind of pointless to tell others to leave when you're in a public kitchen doing your homework. And it's not very logical to chase anyone out because I don't like people. Just gotta deal with it."

He's being a bit blunt at this point rubbing the truth into Taffy's face.
Angel
"Not my problem," They say, taking an apple from the fridge and biting into it while closing the door. "To be honest, you're one of the only people here I give no actual shits about. I've tried showing concern for people, complimenting people, offering to help people, and nobody's interested. You, however, are so incredibly uninterested that I might as well be talking to a wall. That's on fire. With spikes."

A small chuckle escapes his mouth as he says this.

"The point is simple. I really just can't be bothered with you."
Monica
"Oh... The feelings mutual..." Vance said, his tone still honeyed and sickly sweet. The corners of his mouth turn upward into a charming smile. His starry blue eyes twinkled under the light when he partially closed them. Unlike a large majority of the students, Vance is only half human with a darkness in him. Something felt unnatural the way he moved when he begins collecting his belongings into his backpack. He was very precise and gentle how he store the items with no sign of eagerness. When he is done, Vance stood up like a dark tower rising over Taffy with his shadow stretching over them. Slinging his backpack on, Vance could not help himself but smirk at the puny person. "I hope you'll get over whatever issues you're dealing with," He said with a sleek Italian accent. "Maybe once you make peace with yourself, you might be less annoying, tootsie roll." Vance turns his well-built back to them as he look over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. "Ciao piccola donnola." With a wave he gave a sassing wink before he leaves Taffy alone in the kitchen.
Angel
Right as Vance leaves, a loud thud is heard from behind him.

Taffy has collapsed to the floor, seemingly having been knocked out.

Before Vance can react, a plate smashes itself against the wall. A shard flies up right next to Vance's face. It floats there, seemingly held in place by some invisible force.
Monica
"..........." Vance looked calm when he moved away from a floating shard as he scoops Taffy's body up. Slinging their body over their shoulder before slamming the door behind himself. This youngman has his hand clasp over Taffy's throat. "If you fucking dare hurt me I will not hesitate to break your voice box." He squeezes it tightly.
Angel
Nothing happens. Taffy's body is cold as ice, almost as if they're dead. Their breath is slow and dry. A pulse would be barely noticeable, if at all. The room feels quiet in this state. The shard of broken plate doesn't move. Taffy doesn't move.
Monica
Vance isn't afraid by the fact that he's carrying a possible corpse on his shoulder. There was a fierceness in his eyes that he is not afraid to hurt them in any way unimaginable. He is seething silently with his hand gripping tightly on Taffy's throat. Seeing a floating shard doesn't phase him one bit. The hell he had in another life in Sicily made him develop a steely composure. You know what. Fuck it! Vance bolts towards the kitchen window using Taffy's body for a meat shield when he burst through the glass. Shard twinkled in the sunlight as they both come soaring through the air. He received a few cuts on his way out from the glass but it didn't bother him. Dealing with a possibly pissed off phantom Taffy was in fact something he doesn't want to fight. Well, he got their vessel and its enough to use for now. The only option he has now is going straight towards Pernilla about this. He'll get in trouble for this chaos... And he'll take responsibility for his own actions.
Angel
As Vance runs, the back of his shirt is suddenly tugged on, before a rock seemingly appears out of nowhere in front of him. Right as he's about to run over it, there is also a strong tug on his shoes, tripping him (at least slightly, feel free to choose how bad he trips). A large swarm of glass shards start flying towards him.
Monica
He does trip using Taffy's body to break his fall before rolling over to use them to block most of the glass swords. Some of which got embedded into his legs, slicing into the sides of his frame that Taffy's vessel couldn't protect. He grit his teeth in pain when he felt a sharp slice cut an artery on the side of his neck. A lot of blood squirt out that splattered across the grass. This is fucking serious now. Vance held the wound with his free hand as he scrambled up. He's going to book it by using his ability to move faster than a regular person. Vance made a dash through the doorway with a quick zip before leaping off from the walls to save pace. With his sharp eyes he'll keep watch for anything unusual trying to hurt or stop him. There was a trail of blood being left behind when he is trying to make it to the office. He removed his hand from his cut to send Pernilla a text message while using his other arm to hold onto Taffy. Right now he's telling her what happen and asking for an ambulance.
Angel
Any glass still in the air falls to the ground, before seemingly sweeping itself to the side and out of the way of passers-by. Taffy's limp body seems frail and weak in this state, and yet the corners of his lips are almost... Slightly curled upwards. The blood coming from her wounds contrasts strongly against her pale skin. Her breathing seems to have almost come to a complete stop at this point, and the air around the two of them feels even colder than before.
Monica
After sending Pernilla a text message he is beginning to feel dizzy from losing so much blood already. Without hesitation he burst through her office door to throw Taffy inside. "Take care of this little shit and tell em to leave me the fuck alone!" He is clutching the side of the neck with red liquid spilling out from between his fingers. "You got my message and go take care of all this!"
Angel
Silently, and weakly, Taffy comes back into a conscious state. However, he makes no conscious movements, imitating his phantom-like state. Out the corner of his eye, he watches Pernilla for a moment, before dropping down into unconsciousness.

Her vision and her mind both go black.
Monica
From here they would both be dealt with after they receive medical attention.