Nightmare: Arc 3

[Cael Seran]

The setting, Public High School #8011 grounds. The time Eight, no Ten Am. Lets not make it too early. An abnormal fog rustled in over the sea to be matched with a rather damp and overcast cloud cover coming overhead. Light drizzles meeting the ground as our scene unfolded. It was strange in fact, the eerie soundlessness to the school as usually at this point the students were alive and restless in their classes just nearing coming out unto their first break.

*Ring*

Class doors would burst open and they'd be set free for a good half hour before the next period took place. What would these students come along onto would perhaps redefine their understanding of what terror really was. Out in the courtyard there'd be a wide pool just beneath the flagpole holding in its contents a shallow layer of human blood. The steady sounds of drip, drip, drip, filling its contents to the brim. If the students were to look up they'd find Kazumi Katashi strung up by a rope around her heels, waist, and arms binding her upside down and leaking blood into this pool steadily filling to the brim.

*Ding-Dong*

"Students of Public High School #8011, I have a little game to play, you're all presently invited to it." A small click as the author of this game played against the speaker managing to surmise his breath and continue once more. "but of course like any game, there are rules to be upheld, but we'll get to those later. Ms. Kazumi Katashi is running out of time and I need you to do a few things for me should she make it out of this alright."

Another stark bit of laughter in his throat before rolling up those sleeves and performing a very apt focus to his features once more straightening up in his chair. "Answer me this riddle, what building has the most stories. Oh and by the way, if anyone tries to take Ms. Katashi down she will be discharged with. See you soon."

*Click*

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OOC: You have 24 hours to post before I proceed. After this first post I will probably be posting at a faster pace to move this along so please post quick so I can see who's in.

[Kevala Katashi]

The sound of the students being dismissed was heard, though for the most part she did not pay attention to it. Kevala wasn't exactly being herself as of late, having started to slip and fall back upon old habits, her pretty little hands stained with more blood than they had been before. Figuratively of course, since as any good serial killer, she was careful and methodical with her planning, always waiting until the right moment to strike, and never leaving in her wake any witnesses to try and bring her down.

But then, it also helped to have a good chunk of NYPD in your pocket, though that was an area of her bribery that she rarely had to visit, priding herself in the ability to manipulate people into thinking she was innocent rather than hiding behind the badge of some fifth rate wanna be detective. The very thought of it appalling to her.

Though that was neither here nor there. The simple fact of the matter was, that clad in her jeans, tank top and other, typical accessories, Mrs. Katashi-Badoer was anything but the picture of the illustrious superintendent that the students of this school had come to know her as. Not that she really cared all that much what the students around her thought. The business like attire had been a part of the game...and now she was bored and back to her usual self. Nothing unusual, or at least in her eyes, though she supposed that somebody would make point of saying something eventually.

Small fingers idly fidgeting with the leather cuff about her right wrist, she would make her way through the hallways of the school, her eyes focused upon what she was doing and not a sound to be heard as her feet connected to the ground. She moved, flawlessly...every single step fluid and graceful...precise and sultry. Carmine having described it to her as being one with the wind, able to glide from one spot to another on a single breath of air, or some shit like that.

She didn't really know, nor did she care. Her mind a million miles away as she turned the final corner only to be stopped by the sound of an all too familiar voice coming over the PA system. At first, her brow would arch, hands falling to her side as she cast a glance back to Carmine who had been following her, a rather puzzled look cast his way. But then, as the words continued, her brow would then furrow and she would make quick work of getting from the hall she stood in to the area in which her daughter was supposedly being held.

Sure enough, there she was, the blood that dripped into the pool causing Kev's stomach to grumble in protest and hunger...her tongue slowly tracing over the lower portion of her lips. She was far too consumed with her own greed for blood and suffering to realize the utter despair of the situation, though had she been able to, she was likely to not have cared too much more than she did now.

Oh, it wasn't that she didn't care for her child, in some strange fashion or another. It was simply that she didn't quite see this situation as dire and hopeless as the others around her likely would. Benefits of not being able to view the world in the way that most others would do so.

"Kevala. What would you have me do?"

The truth of the matter never more evident than when Carmine spoke up. The panic in his voice very much like what she could feel rising up in the air around the other students who had begun to fill the area. Slowly, she would roll her eyes, giving a rather exaggerated sigh and waving her hand dismissively toward him.

"Apparently Cael is having a bit of a mood swing and he has chosen to play a new game. For now he is simply setting the stage for what is to come. No point in getting all worked up just yet. Besides, I am certain that whatever is happening will work itself out in time. Just be patient for now."

To be honest, she was rather fond of Cael and had no intention of tracking him down to demand he explain himself. Nor was she about to rush to get her child down only to risk sending her to her doom. Best to just sit back, take a breath and wait. The riddle playing over in her head, though she would linger back, curious how the student body would react to her beloved child's predicament.

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[Legion]

Patrick sat in class, ten am, like it were any other day. Well save for the fact that he was the one in school again, though fortunately for he Legion hadn't been a complete fuck up and managed to do okay in his classes, essentially all college now, having finished with the high school ones at some point in his time "away". Though as amazing as that was, he didn't actually have the diploma. Great thing about the dropout to bachelor program, the held your high school diploma hostage, until you finished school. So far the day had been quiet, quite a bore, making legion stir within him restlessly. The day growing quite tedious already until a ridiculously early bell would break the monotony of the day, causing the irishman to grin.

Though it wasn't all but two seconds before that grin was wiped off his face at the sight of who he assumed was Kazumi hanging from the flagpole. Well, knowing Kazumi it was likely Nyx hanging there, the bitch probably too much of a coward to face that on her own, which served to make him even more angry. Though Patrick kept his composure as he watched her blood flowing into that pool. While he had no love for Kazumi, he knew that if she died so did Nyx, and yet he made no rush to get her down. Not because he didn't care but somehow he knew. Patrick knew that someone didn't go through all that trouble to put someone up there to just let them down, probably, more then likely.

That suspicion confirmed as he heard the voice of Cael chime in over the PA system. Now, Cael was not someone that Patrick remembered from before everything. He was someone that Legion decided to hate because Azura had a thing for him. Long story, but yeah, that's all he remembered. Anger at the kid rising once more, though Patrick was able to control it, to think about his next move. Deciding that Cael was not to be trifled with, especially not with Nyx in his grasp. As he listened in addition to that confirmation that taking her down early would produce and undesired result.

Though upon hearing that clue Patrick would head in the direction of the library which wasn't far from where he was. That being his first guess seeing as he highly doubted cael was just Lounging in the office with the P.A. So the library seemed like the logical choice, walking into the place looking around quickly, ready to leave if there was nothing there, besides he had other ideas if this wasn't the place. At the same time though, he was hoping that this was the place, keeping his guard up, knowing that anything could happen at any time. Wanting to finish this whole business and free Nyx quickly...

[Aryanna Katashi]

"You were amazing." That voice echoing from somewhere to her right as she arched her brow and turned her attention toward Mike...no wait...Mitch? Fuck! A forced smile curling on her lips, struggling to pull the name to the forefront of her mind as she ran her hand through her tangled locks.

"So were you MMM....att!!! Matt!" Clapping her hands together and snapping her fingers, her features lighting up having finally managed to recall the name to mind. Not really noticing or caring that he seemed to take offense to her not recalling his name. Not that she really cared, she had gotten what she wanted and now, well...she really had no use for him.

Shrugging her shoulders as he would continue to look at her with that pained look, rolling her eyes and shoving her small hand into his face, pushing him away from her so that she could get up without him getting all grabby hands on her ass....literally. Those oddly colored eyes looking around for her clothes.

They could have cut out of school and gone home for this little tryst, but in the end she had simply decided it easier to drag him into the empty classroom on the third floor, figuring it would work as well as any bedroom. Which, it had, for the most part. Sure, that desk would never be the same, but she didn't care. Not one little bit.

A little sigh passing her lips, she heard the bell ring. A single brow arching slightly. It was early, wasn't it? Her eyes glancing toward the clock, noting the time and growling lowly. "Shit! Get dressed and get out!" Throwing his pants into his face as he rose to stand, and then moving to grab up her own pair of pants, not sure what the hell was going on, but hopping her way to the window to peek out into the courtyard as she heard mention of that Kazumi girl and something or else suggesting that was where she was...After all, it was the focal point of the school and where she would string somebody up if she had to. Glancing out, she would see the girl hanging there, and arch her brow slightly....finally getting her one leg in the pant leg and working on the other before fastening them up.

"Pft...Cael must have finally gone off the deep end." A little shake of her head as she pursed her lips and turned to try and find her bra and shirt...oh and her shoes..since she was pretty sure one of them got thrown over to the other side of the room when they first got here.

"Oh my god! We have to hurry!" Panic in his eyes as he dressed in a hurry, spotting their Varsity Captain out there in the courtyard, rushing to try and get to the door to try and find a way to help her. Though he would get no such reaction from Ary, who moved about continuing to try and get dressed, simply rolling her eyes as she shook her head once more.

"You go do that...." Nodding as she pulled on one shoe and then the other...then grabbed up her bra, sliding it into place and hooking it. "I have no desire to play one of Cael's little games. I value my life." Nodding a bit and then brushing her tongue along her lips. Besides...she liked Cael more than Kazumi...why on Earth would she go against him to save that little bitch? The logic in that just not computing within her mind....at all.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Nyx....Kaz....it really was hard to tell which one of the dual persona's she currently had inhibiting her body. Her eyes, when they were open, a mixture of amethyst and blue...far too out of it to focus her mind on one single personality, and not able to realize fully...at least not yet...what had happened to her.

Blood rushing to her head, she would whimper softly, though that was basically the only sound that would escape her. Blood dripping from a gash on her forehead, having long since coated her long, auburn locks and now rolling off of them to drip into something that was below her. Though what that was, she had no clue. Eyes fluttering open for a moment once more, noting that she had a clear view of the sky, but not much else....she had to be upside down. But that was all she could really make of her situation, other than the fact she could not move.

A single image coming through her mind, of something...somebody....coming up to her last night. That being the very last thing she remembered, though for now, everything else was sort of fuzzy and making out any details from the memory was near impossible.

Eyes closing once more, she would drift out for awhile more. Not hearing what was said, not knowing where she was...just knowing that she was on a steady, one way trip to dying if something didn't change soon.

[Sapphira Wolfe]

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It was simple wasn't it? The equation laid out before her but somehow Sapphira found herself stumped staring at it writing it before her on a piece of paper three or four times coming up with the same conclusion but some how a feeling in her gut struck up one final conclusion. It was wrong.

Guhhhh

Irritation racked her brain only just enough to be saved by the bell. Literally. Ring! A sigh of relief crossed her features as students tromped their ways out the door and she collapsed in her seat with a sigh looking at the problem still. Got out of this one, but if she were going to pass this class it meant that she'd have to figure it out eventually. Pencil to paper she'd begin writing it out before...

That voice? It sounded fairly familiar to her but she didn't render it to a name or a face for that matter, pivoting in her chair she'd see the girl dangling outside.

"Crap."

The riddle in itself was easy as she stuffed away her things quickly saddled up in a handbag and turned to running through the flight of stairs carrying her way to the library sure to stumble in shortly behind Patrick.

"What what next?!"

An exhilerated flush to her cheeks as she had run the entirity of the way jostling past packed bodies making their own flights to freedom. No doubt there'd be a lockdown soon if the staff were not willing to put up with this abuse.
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[Cael Seran]

Drip, drip, drip. The sound of blood churning in the tray would signify the time they had left. Kazumi would be feeling light-headed but if she took the time to concentrate she'd know where she was the only memory coming to mind would be a dark figure coming from behind her and knocking her out cold. For no reason at all? Perhaps, but there was a significant agenda in our thief's agenda.

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For Kevala there'd be a strange presence the instant that Carmine left her close proximity. A small figure in fact stature wise equal to hers minus the heels of course should she be wearing any. The boy stood with something of a hunch and given the weather it wasn't strange to see him in a grey, torn zip up jacket.

Slowly he'd hobble over towards her before slipping something in her pocket and moving along quickly. Granted his posturing wasn't exactly precise seeing as he was no trained assassin and given the attractiveness of Ms. Katashi he may have fumbled along the way coming to breath heavily in a hurried escape.

Fleeing into a turbid run he'd bolt off into high gear around the corner of the school before double-backing to use the school's back entrance to gain access inside. Once within the man would shuffle his way staggeringly unto the top floor. Should she follow of course.

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"Ploof"

Upon parting the doorway Matt would hunch over himself, his shimmering stature after having gotten laid doubled over into a slouch. "Gurgle" A swelling red splotch would begin becoming apparent at the other end of his coat should it concern Aryanna. Another figure stepped in the doorway with a rather fearful look on their face shaking at the hands, shaking all over in fact as both the body and the sharp utensil which she'd been holding feel to the floor with a loud *SLAM!*

"I swear.. I didn't...I swear.. He.. I.."

Eyes red now with concern, fear rattling her, body shaking beyond means of hindering her. A large trail of blood covering her front only veiled by the quivering of her limbs.

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For Sapphira and Patrick however things would be much different. As the pair head up or down to the second floor to where the library was they'd experience no such encounter to disturb their pathes in fact it'd be eerily empty. The bells remained silent, the warning systems remained off.

Once inside they'd find a sole table dragged out into the middle of the room. Atop of it there would be an envelope with perfectly framed calligraphy etched out specifically made out to... Patrick.

Inside there'd be a picture of his daughter. Elegantly portrayed asleep in her crib. Innocent by all accounts. Written beneath it there'd be another stylized phrase written out; Perfection is in the eye of the beholder.

An audio tape would begin playing in the library, the noise coming from seemingly everywhere. "Its to be expected that you'd make it here. Now for your next step, I say step because this isn't a silly little clue but rather a demand." Once more the same malignent laughter coming from the tape, "Check beneath the table there should be a device, I'd like to you employ this within Superintendant Kevala Katashi's training room. And please do so kind as to hurry this along clocks ticking.. drip drip."

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OOC: Anyone can join. However post speed is going to pick up to twice a day to speed things along her. Expect fast posts.

[Kevala Katashi]

She would stand there, watching as Legion, or Patrick or whoever the hell it was rushed past to get into the school, quick to hurry toward the library, though she herself did not move at all. Carmine, his eyes flashing from one figure to another, would look to her for what to do, knowing that running off with his own agenda could end with a slit throat or a bullet to the back of the head, especially with the mood that Kevala had been in as of late.

Her lips pursing, she would arch her brow slightly. "He isn't going to be in the library." Stating the fact for Carmine's sake since inside she had already come to that logical conclusion with her demon. He was different from his Father, but that did not make him a fool or any less dangerous. A glance over toward the area in which her daughter still hung getting another low growl from her as she moved to step toward Carmine who was focusing on Kazumi as well, concern evident in his brow, as his eyes now hid behind his dark shades.

"Lock down the outer perimeter of the school."

"The buildings as well."

"No, you do not want to keep anyone trapped in the building with him if he has truly lost it. Trust me on this. Just lock down the perimeter, keep others from entering, keep anyone else form lea-" Her words cut short as she felt something slip into her pocket, causing her to instinctively jerk her elbow back and into whatever it was that had dared to touch her. No real concern for student or foe at this point in time.

Though as the figure took off, she would note the direction that he was taking, and though her foot inched forward as if to follow, she would allow a slow grin to settle onto her lips and simply shake her head...remaining in her current position. She was no fool, to run into a trap simply to chase down a target that clearly was of no threat. The boy had been clumsy, failed at being stealthy in any sort of fashion and had even managed to fail at slipping a paper into her pocket without notice. If anything, he was either just a lacky of no further use, or bait for something bigger.

She would however, reach into her pocket and retrieve the paper that had been pushed in there, her small fingers working to move it so that she could read the contents of what was written there. "Now, what little game are you trying to play with me now Cael?" Musing to herself as she would allow icy hues to scan the paper.

[Aryanna Katashi]

He would come to a stop suddenly, Ary's eyes watching as he doubled over, his flesh still slick from the sweat which had gathered while their little playtime affair. Arching her brow, she would watch the blood begin to stain through his shirt, the clear sound of gurgling coming forth and causing her to wrinkle her nose just slightly.

However, if there was concern to be shown, it would not come from Aryanna, that empty, numb feeling not even the least bit altered by the sight of her former lover collapsing to the ground before her. The sound of something metal making a rather loud clanging noise as it hit the ground with him, and leaving a terrified looking girl standing there...her hands shaking and a series of babbled, incoherent words coming forth, though to be honest, Aryanna could care less for anything the girl had to say.

Fastening her shirt back onto her torso, little fingers tying up the front of it, she would let out a rather frustrated sigh and then reach back to pull her hair free, fingers running through it to smooth them out before she would turn to walk toward the door, picking up her purse from the teachers desk on her way by.

As she neared the door, her entire body would become engulfed in blue, firing, crackling bolts of electricity. A single hand shooting out and two digits pressing against the girl's temple before the electricity would begin to center upon those fingers and surge into the girl's head. "I don't like people who break my toys." Waiting for the girl to drop, likely collapsing upon Matt's dead body, before she would simply step over the two and saunter her way out into the hall. Not too enthused about this game, but at the same time curious to see how things were going to unfold, none the less.

-5 CHA to activate QI = 15 CHA

[Kazumi O'Connor]

A gasp would escape her as she would jolt awake. Having passed out, she managed to regain some of her strength, amethyst eyes looking about through a thick haze which slowly started to clear.. As it did, she would start to look around, to try and remember something, anything. Her first attempt to move proving her unable to do so, and quickly bringing her back to the reality that she wasn't going anywhere. Then, as she looked around, once more seeing the sky, she would try her best to focus as she felt that familiar tightening of her chest.

Unable to breath, feeling weak and drained from blood loss, her fangs ached worse than they had in some time. A soft whimper released as fear and panic began to set in, and yet still she would try to focus. One deep breath after another, eyes closing for a moment as she tried her best to collect herself. She was terrified, but at the same time, she had been through more than her fair share of situations like this.

The image of a dark figure coming up and knocking her out flashing through her mind, she would whimper and shake her head, only to feel a sudden pain rush through it making her wince in discomfort. She didn't know why she was here, only given the few images from Kaz's memories to clue her in. But as she oepened her eyes once more she would begin to clearly see where she was.....The school.

Her first thought of Patrick, that sudden longing and need for him surfacing, though she tried to hold it together...even as the tears began to surface within her eyes. Small hands struggling to get free from whatever was binding her, and yet as she did this, everything would begin to grow blurry once more. Weakness setting in....breathing growing more labored....she was starting to have trouble holding her eyes open...the blood loss, combined with her Qi making it so that she couldn't stay awake for long, though this time she fought it.

[Legion]

As Patrick made his way to the Library the thought had occurred to him, hadn't Cael been taken? Not so much for his sake but Azura's, because he had hi darkness back. What exactly did this all mean? Reaching out for Azura, locating her, he'd feel her guilt, her pain, her regret. Feeling all of that he remembered a day or two ago, feeling her in such pain and agony a little time after his darkness had come back. Remembering healing her of those wounds, and of course himself in turn. The thoughts of that and Cael's sudden appearance, all of it made him suspicious. Wondering why it was Kazumi he hung up, being quite paranoid at the moment, though it could just be a fucked up family thing, right?

Entering the library he'd sense and see immediately that something was off. That there was a table in the middle of the room and that was it. Everything else was quiet, everything else was empty. Slowly he'd make his way to the center of the room, disregarding the girl that had been following him, for now. Looking around, quite sure that this was a trap of some sort, he'd remain tense even as he got to the table. Still tense as he saw that letter, addressed to him, hand reaching out slowly. As he picked the thing up he'd open it just as slowly, pulling it out to look at it. Upon doing so his face would contort with anger, dropping the picture, now clear for the girl to see, if she hadn't already as he growled, "Fucker."

Eyes raising as that recording would start playing he'd listen carefully, anger on his face, but knowing that it would get him nowhere. With no other choice, seeing as you could reason with a recording he grabbed the device and examined it at the rest of the instructions were given. Quickly moving to leave the room, continuing to examine just what he was supposed to be planting, spring in his step because he hadn't missed that threat. The drip drop a clear allusion to Kazumi. No choice but to follow the guy's commands until he figured out what this thing was, or he found a way out of this mess...

[Sapphira Wolfe]

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She hustled after him meeting up at some point and trailing along beside him. "You do realize this could be a trap, or worse you could be getting framed for something."

A concerned twitch of her lips as they puckered up suggesting a deep frame of thought she held before they'd reach Kevala's training room.
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[Cael Seran]

Granted our little minion would get away from Kevala, once up a flight of stairs and crossing the pathes of both Patrick and Sapphira he'd chuck a glance over his shoulder to see if Kevala was following before proceeding to where he'd gotten the note and nod heavily, his body shaking momentarily before parting the doors.

"I did what you asked, now please let them go."

A brow raised casually with a little smile peaked from cheek to cheek as the gears turned in his head. "Making demands so suddenly? No, it seems I have one further use for you."

Cael would snap a grip around the boy's neck before tossing him out the window. Plummeting down four stories headfirst into the concrete at Kevala's feet the boy would meet his domise with a large SPLAT!

Kevala's note now reading, "Follow the bread trail." Smeared now in a shade of blood.

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"HE MADE ME DO IT DON-"

Cries were shouted from the doubled over girl tried grasping her head fast enough her body now convulsing from the shock that Aryanna delivered. The girl spasmed there on the floor lingering between death and life. As for where Aryanna was now well being on the third floor she would meet little to no apprehension as it'd already been cleared out for the most part.

It'd be just her luck however to run into a patrol group. One football player and one swim team member holding flashlights at the ready as though they were expecting something to take place very soon.

"Hey there's another one. HEY you there! We're evacuating the upper levels, there's something going on and the headmaster wants everyone out."

"Yea we'll escort you out, quickly come on."

They'd say nudging their heads and leaning on to exit however they seemed very on edge as they approached her.

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At Kevala's training room the doors would already be broken open slightly askew with a little note dangling once more from the door. Deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole.

Once inside they'd find that the training room in it of itself was rather bear however a large red arrow, freshly scrawled in paint would direct to a door which always remained sealed. Once they made in there it'd open suddenly as though by some strange providence, like someone was watching very closely. Intimately.

[Kevala Katashi]

Her little nose would wrinkle slightly at the stale blood which had been used to scrawl the note out. Nothing too fancy...nothing too intriguing...Though it would get a response from her, which was better than nothing one could suppose. "Tell me Carmine. Do I look like a small, fat, blonde German child who eats too much cake?" Her best recollection of what that note was referencing.

Though no sooner had she asked this, than the sound of something going *SPLAT* at her feet would draw her eyes up over the top of that note. Blood and brain matter splattering onto her combat boots and getting a little sigh from her as she lowered the note and tilted her head slightly, simply examining the body, noting that it was the boy that had given her the note in the first place. "I could have told you that a lacky very seldom makes it past the first round....Dumbass." The toe of her boot nudging the now dead boys head slightly, hearing the fragments of his skull ground about within his head and chuckling softly.

"I do so love when somebody ties up the loose ends for me." Practically purring as she folded up the letter and stuffed it into her back pocket. Glancing up in the direction the kid had come from, not having blinked a single eye during this entire thing...despite the fact that around her people were screaming and losing their shit over the amazing flying body.

Pathetic.

A nod given from Kevala before she would let out an exasperated sigh and allow her lower lip to jut out slightly. "Very well. Carmine it would appear our host isn't going to allow me to just sit this one out. You stay here, make sure my child doesn't...you know...die and I will be back...eventually." Rolling her eyes a bit before turning to head back into the school, not really doubted where she was heading, seeing as how she knew this school like the back of her hand, and based on the splat, and the direction...that left very few rooms he could have come from.

Sauntering through the halls, she would tuck her fingers into the corners of her pants, nudging past a few panicking students and making her way up to where she was supposed to be. Not sure what the hell this was about, but figuring she should probably go before some other student tried to take flying lessons. Though to say she wasn't pouting like a small child inside would have been a lie...but then, that was why she had spent years perfecting her "game face" which showed nothing but a hint of mild curiosity.

"Alright, I am here...Going to kill me? Throw me out the window? Cause I am telling you this now, it is going to put a serious damper in our sex life." Calling out as she reached the floor, moving as silently as ever to check one room after the other. Not sure if she was speaking to Cael or not, but the words amused her, so...she said them.

[Aryanna Katashi]

Her nose would wrinkle slightly at the scent of burning flesh, and she would even glance at her fingers to make sure she had not gotten any on her as she pulled away. Though the truly strange thing was that when she stepped out the door and into the hall, she would find herself virtually alone. Not that she minded, but it was still a bit odd.

However, a few steps more and her solitude would end, the men that came upon her saying something about evacuating, or some such nonsense. The very thought of it got her brow to arch slightly. So...now they were doing an evacuation thing? Really? And why did these guys look so damn jumpy?

All the questions enough reason to make her steps slow, until eventually she had stopped moving all together, tongue grazing over her lips slowly. She would debated for a moment on whether or not she should be listening....After all, she wasn't exactly known for being cooperative and rule abiding.

Slowly, she would glance back over her shoulder, simply trying to map out her different paths of escape should she choose to run, yet all the while present of how the men seemed to be waiting for something that, unless she had missed something, nobody else was privy too. However, a single thought would get her moving toward them once more. That thought being, that if those guys were really security, and they saw those bodies, her ass would be in soooo much trouble.

For now, it was best to keep them heading away from that open doorway. So, without a word, she would advance, though keeping those sparks of electricity dancing about her fingertips and making sure not to put herself ahead of any of them...a motion of her hand signalling for them to go ahead and lead the way.