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 Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 10:25 am
 Iαɴ Scнιller | Foυrтн Yeαr Eĸαтerιɴα
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sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ ʜᴇxᴇᴅ
► "This is going to blow up in their faces," Ian muttered, mind going a mile a minute. The situation was... well, terrible. They were out of magic, trapped in over-glorified cages, and at the mercy of a bunch of people who had zero problems killing them. Asking the Council to cooperate was like trying to train a cat to roll over. "The CEE isn't going to go for it. They would never stoop so low as to cooperate with terrorists."
How to get out of this? Ian had Socket and a scarf. The odds were certainly not in their favor. ■
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 10:32 am
Zızα Mεʟεεκα ♛ Yεαя Tшσ ♛ Jαпυƨ
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Ziza had decided it was best to leave Seth's body behind. The terrorists could've mistaken him for a sleeping student and stopped his heart out of spite. That was the only plus she could see so far.
Ziza frowned and placed a hand on the sphere's walls; solid, just like a good barrier cast with a drowah. They were in quite a bind, but Ziza was not about to let herself die here. Not with Seth and Asa like this. "Egyptian magic and parkour," she murmured to Ty. "Two against six, and we're trapped like rats. Think we got a chance?"
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 10:43 am
xx xxWell this was ******** annoying. Couldn't the terrorists wait until after Gwen had fulfilled her destiny or whatever and saved her dads in the process to show up and try to kill them all?
The girl stood away from the crowd, trying to minimize the amount of despair and fear her empathy was picking up, and squinted at the Oak. She hadn't tried to talk to Merlin since her dads had disappeared, and she wasn't going to start now, but... well. Gwen wasn't positive and she wouldn't be unless she took off her earrings (which was absolutely out of the question with so many people nearby), but there was definitely some sort of presence coming from the tree. If that was good or not, she couldn't say, but Gwen couldn't do a damn thing about it. She barely had enough magic left to conjure a spark.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:12 am
 xxǀcαяυѕ Ɗσмιтσя ♕ 4тн♕ Tσмαѕ
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Sтσηє ♕┊♕ Tᴀᴍᴇʀ
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Icarus had been spending almost all of his time in the Nurse's Office, fretting over Yvonne and Violet whenever he could. His entire body was wound tight with tension, muscles too stiff to even nod at Gil.
"I don't know," He said grimly, and the confession felt heavy and sour in his stomach. It wasn't the fear of dying that was making him feel like a scrunched up ball the same way everything else was. Yvonne, clammy and faint and barely saying a word next to him, the other students in their varying tense states of fear. He tried to think, Gil's questioning sending him into a mindful of options and possibilities. "I don't think the Council would appreciate the bad public reception if some of their own sat there and let us die, but Lockwood has never seemed like the compliant type to--"
Icarus winced at the spray of blood as Bobbin fell, eyes immediately flicking away from Bobbin's collapsing body so as to minimize the emotional shock. His eyes went to Yvonne and Icarus immediately followed after her, a hand flying to her back. "Yvonne," He hissed in worry, because it was the only thing he could do. s**t. They wouldn't be catching anybody's attention, would they?
He could feel Ashes' talons digging hard into the piece of leather separating his shoulder from his clothes and her feet, a low uneasy trill starting in her throat.
Icarus found himself relating. ■ ■ ♕
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:15 am
TYᔕOᑎ ᗯIᑎᗪᔕᒪOᗯ
Ty looked at Ziza, glad to see that she was feeling better, despite the shitty situation they were in. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't tense, and literally being in the slow process of dying didn't exactly help, but hell if he was going to sit back and accept that.
He searched the crowd with his eyes, hoping for a sight of Bambi, Camille, or Magnus. Ty was especially apprehensive about Camille, knowing she probably wouldn't react well to this. Hopefully they'd show up soon.
He turned his attention back to the terrorists and the teachers, and then to Ziza. Lowering his voice, he said, "Odds aren't the greatest, sis. If we took 'em three and three, maybe? We gotta get to them first, so lure them in or break out of here."
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:25 am
 [✿] Cαввαɢe Woodѕ_━━＂Eĸαтerιɴα＂ .. 1ѕт Yeαr .. xxx→→x The voice that called for their congregation was oddly familiar, or so Cabbage thought when he joined the rest of the crowd. When his eyes landed on Gisa he understood why.
"Oh," Cabbage said out loud in surprise, taking notice of Leah next to her. He raised his hand up to offer a cheerful wave at the older girl's friendly hello -- how nice! It had been a while since he had seen her what with all of this weird terrorist stuff -- and then immediately lowered it when she summoned a gun.
The loud bang of it going off fell in sync with the odd noise in his head, and Cabbage's knees wobbled as he was hit with a horrible headache. It was a familiar feeling, one he was used to experiencing before either fainting or freezing up, and it was painful enough that he didn't register the world around him for a good few moments until the Pact had finished their announcements.
--but the feeling subsided, and Cabbage found himself both still conscious and still able to register things albeit a tad woozily. In the back of his mind he felt a presence sending his senses and feelings into a scattered flurry, something nervous and terrified and definitely against having let Cabbage see one of the teachers get shot. So that's why I faint a lot! Cabbage thought, and he grabbed onto Potato's sleeve when he spotted them with Rowan on their back.
"That looks like fun, Rowan!" Cabbage said as way of greeting, smile more pained grimace than anything else. "I want a ride too!"
With a hand curled up around some of the fabric of their sleeve, Cabbage squinted in the crowds in the hopes of finding the rest of their friends.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:32 am
 Mυиα Neנeм 「Yєαя 3」 Lυcιαηxxxxx╳ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ υɴ-cυrѕed
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⒈"Speak" ⒉Thoughts ⒊'ASL (Sign Language)' ⒋Paper pad
「Muna's eyes skidded over the professor without so much as a vague dull pang of shock. well, wouldya look at that. more death here at Academy of Merlin. shocker. do these dbags know how to do anything else or what He pressed a thumb against his marble, letting the cold feeling of glass slip against his skin and disliking it entirely.
He met eyes with Shanta, who had the look of somebody who was ready to do something stupid. Muna shrugged. Death or death, what difference did it make? 'so as much as I joke about dying I'm not really feeling it r/n' He signed to the two of them, slotting in between them. Muna's eyes ran over the sphere of influence they were currently trapped in before falling on Tyme standing on top of the Oak.
'you don't think there's a way to get the old guy to talk to whatever is left of Merlin and stop that person on top of him from channeling these spheres do you'
He paused, then looked at the other students.
'course I'm sure they'll just raze us to the ground if we do anything like that so we should probably find a way around that too'」
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:41 am
 ╯Bαмвι Lιάɴɢx♠ xToмαѕ╰ xxx♔x2ɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀx♔ "If you really think that going in guns blazing against a bunch of Blood Pact operatives will really give everyone a fighting chance," A voice called from behind Ty and Ziza. "Then you guys are seriously really stupid."
Bambi was calm, but most of all she was rather exhausted. Her eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance and slight pain, Chang tucked into a corner of one of the arms she was keeping folded up against her chest and the calloused hand of her opposite arm clenching the strap pulling the violin case on her back with white knuckled efforts. She had her mouth pursed into a frown and eyebags sinking into her skin, and rather than seeming terrified or shocked Bambi just didn't seem very pleased.
The reality of her death had always been intimately close. Bambi just tried to avoid looking at the Pact standing near the tree, attempting to keep her presence as discreet as possible.
"They'll kill you before you can lift a hand up, and you still have to--ugh--find a way past this barrier." Bambi shifted the violin on her back and grimaced. Though there was little magic in her body left to support it, the brand pressed into the skin of her shoulder throbbed. "You'll probably need to find their brands if you want to even think about getting a scratch on them. But before that, Ziza, shouldn't you be worrying about where Camille is?"
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:49 am
 Ɛℓνιяα Ƈσятєz ❖ 1ѕт ❖ Jαηυѕ
xxx.xxxxxxAɢeɴder ⊰ Tнey/Sнe ⊱xxxxxxx.xx
ɢᴀɪᴀ ᴜsᴇʀ sɪʏᴀᴀʜɪ ɪs ᴀ ɴᴇʀᴅ
"Oh you have literally got to be ******** joking," Elvira snarled under their breath as they arrived on the courtyard and recognized the red-and-black forms of the Pact standing around. "Do these people have like, any ******** hobbies? Is this all they do? Terrorize a bunch of--"
Miraculously enough, the rabble of students much taller than Elvira shielded them from watching Bobbitt die. They jerked at the sound of the gun anyways, blood draining from their face as they grabbed for Finley's -- who Elvira had naturally gravitated towards, of course -- forearm. As the situation was explained their face blanched even more, body stiffening with apprehension and terror.
"Oh my ******** god," Elvira said, hissing in terror. "Oh my ******** god Fin. If we die we're ******** haunting those CEE assholes into forever I swear to god."
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 1:26 pm
 Poтαтo Kαrтoғғel ➢ Yeαr Two
(Cryѕтαl ➣ ((Eɴнαɴcer ➤ (((Lυcιαɴ--------------------------------
Potato immediately turned, surprised at the chorus of voices, the thump of Rowan's dangling feet, and Cabbage's grip on her arm. She must have been more out of it than she'd consciously noticed. They let a little relief filter in through the fog of single-mindedness.
"Don'worry," they told Rowan, tilting their head some so that they could look at him as they spoke. "'nough people out there tryna kill ya as is. No need t'add me t'th'mix. Whit, tell me if y'see Egg or Kesi."
She paused to look at Cabbage, and after a moment, it hit her that it was strange for him to be awake for this. That wasn't the only thing - his searching eyes were now in line with hers.
"Yea," Potato said. They stared for a moment at his odd smile, and slid their hand out of their sleeve, offering. "Jus' hold on."
They kept moving, figuring that nobody would pay much attention to them if they were in the thick of the crowd.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 1:44 pm
TYᔕOᑎ ᗯIᑎᗪᔕᒪOᗯ
"My bro said the same thing when he saw my last report card," Ty said, grimacing.
He puzzled at Bambi's calm demeanor, wondering if she was unaffected, really good at keeping her cool, or just too tired to care. She sure was carrying a lot, so it would make sense. He opened his arms."Need an extra pair of hands?"
The mention of a brand caught his attention, and his redirected his attention to both of the girls. "Do we know where any of their brands are?"
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 3:27 pm
Yvonne trembled trying to compose herself. Her stomach muscles contracted and she spluttered, coughing.
"I'm f- hhhk- I'm fine, I'm coming," she rasped, retreating back to the safety of Icarus's side and allowing herself to be led over to their friends. She squeezed her eyes shut and endured, trying to avoid doing anything to stand out again.
The thought of what Gil asked floated faintly through her mind. Would the CEE let them die? Her stomach lurched threateningly again. She had already been close enough to death once. Twice was two times too many.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 6:43 pm
 OOC:
Professor Bobbin's death was tragic and unbearable but End couldn't do much in reaction but clench his jaw. As much as death was terrible, there was much more to worry about at the moment. Mostly getting everyone still alive out of this safely, and End thought himself in a position of responsibility to ensure that, what with being not only a house representative but also with just being an older student and- well -End.
Judging by the look in Shanta's eyes and the words Muna signed, the two of them were having similar thoughts. 'Old guy dot dot dot?' End responded, choosing to sign in case the Blood Pact members were listening in and were planning to silence anyone who was making strategies to escape. Though, in honesty, if the only help End could give was to sacrifice himself to give everyone else those extra 5 minutes, he would take it. But that was the last resort. 'Carrmin dot dot dot? How would we dot dot dot how would we talk to him dot dot dot?'
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 8:23 pm
Zızα Mεʟεεκα ♛ Yεαя Tшσ ♛ Jαпυƨ
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Ziza turned to look at Bambi. The girl looked tired, and that was an understatement. "We have to do something," she replied. "Five minutes, Bambi. We only have five minutes."
Ziza was worried about Camille, and she didn't appreciate Bambi insinuating otherwise. She'd come out with Ty, and thus far had stuck with Ty, and in this enclosed sphere she definitely could smell Baldwin. But Bambi had a point; Ziza needed to find her.
"Hold off the brand talk till I get back," she told Bambi, and then turned and started following the dead dog stench. "Camille?" she called, pushing through the crowd and not really giving a s**t if she caused a ruckus or not. "Camille!"
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 8:36 pm
 ℛᴏᴡᴀɴ ℭᴇᴄɪʟ ℒᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅxxx♚xxxᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴄɪʟᴍᴀɴ·s sᴏɴ
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Rowan looked down as Cabbage appeared, blinking at the strange expression on the boy's face. That was a shock, he shouldn't... be awake, should he? Rowan wondered if Cabbage's consciousness was getting more powerful than Rapunzel's, but he put the thought out of his head for now. He didn't need to be thinking about the ******** mess that was Cabbage Woods and his life right then. "Sure," he said after a moment, letting go of Potato and dropping to the ground. "I have an idea, actually. Whit."
Rowan snapped his fingers and Whit let out an exasperated sigh, as if he knew what was coming. (He did.) Whit bent down low enough for Rowan to clamber onto his back until the smaller child had balanced himself on his servant's shoulders. Whit straightened and held onto Rowan's legs so he wouldn't fall.
"Wow, being tall is awesome," Rowan said, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. If he freaked out, Potato would freak out, and then her cataplexy would kick in and that would be bad for everyone. From this vantage point, though, he could see the whole crowd if he just twisted his body a little in each direction. Rowan waved to catch the attention of his friends. "HEEEY! EGG! KESI! CHIONE! OVER HERE!"
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