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BARRICADE HQ

There was a lengthy pause, and then:

"Dwight?"

Lucky dropped the leg and sat down heavily beside the stacked wall of miscellaneous furniture with his head in his hands.

"This is fine, everything's fine," he quietly repeated to himself like a mantra. He didn't sound like he believed it. It had been well over a day now - and they were all still kids, just like Carl. Lucky had a growing sense of unease, which had at first been hard to place. But he knew, deep down, it was for the same reason he'd been very deliberately avoiding Caroline since this 'outbreak' began. It was just like Delta, like masquerading as '888' all over again. And he didn't want to be responsible for any of them. Not again.

He quickly tried to think about other things,and his mantra gradually grew a little more disjointed. "Mark's the new Death lead... there's still only five adults on the whole island... they found our barricade...."

He laughed nervously to himself. It was unclear whether he was even talking to Dwight at all. At least he'd stopped poking him with a stick, it was probably an improvement to the overall converation. "Well, at least now Mark can't blame me for you decapitating yourself with a portal or something..."

Rep stayed where he was for a long time, going from sitting there to just laying back on the training field staring at the sky. Nothing would hurt him here, nothing he couldn’t -ing handle if he had to. Physical pain was nothing; it was only the emotional sort that got under his skin. He’d known it was going to happen, he’d known from the start that Circe would take back the memories she was entitled to and that things would go back to normal. He’d told himself for that reason not to get attached, but he was no more capable of resisting getting attached than he was able to fix this whole situation.

Normally he’d have gone back to Harrison and simply needed to be held, to be reassured that it would be all right but he knew that he couldn’t even do that, the boy that was back in his room didn’t really know him. It would be a strange imposition on someone he didn’t know to ask it of him. Right now he was alone, alone and without purpose or responsibility, he’d done his job and that was all that mattered in the end, now he was superfluous.

After a while he realized it was pointless to stay here where people could judge him out in the open and headed out, away from the training fields, along the path he knew by heart that led to his hoard. Over the years he’d lined the way in with traps, layer upon layer, looking up new ones on the internet to use when he was off island.

He knew the places to step, the doors to open and the spots on the wall to touch and he did all of it with familiar ease until he was deep within the bowels of the hollowed out caverns where he kept all of the accumulated junk he’d amassed over the years on the island. It was a disgusting pile of junk, reaching the ceiling in places, mugs lined along carved shelves on the wall. He’s imposed some small amount of order on it since the infestation years ago, these days all his animal processing was done in a separate room within the network. There was no ventilation and the smell permeated everything.

But he was safe here, sitting down in a rotten old chair from one of the houses in towns which he’d draped in fur like a throne, surrounded by his amassed attempts to control things changing he didn’t want to change.

Safe in his stinking haven, he texted and tried to ignore the world completely.

ALLAN'S ROOM

"Oh cool!" It probably blew his entire mind and then some that guardian cats could be more than cats. "That- that means you guys are super duper chosen. Now you have to shout your secret ability to summon your guardian spirit animal!"

Here, Allan did some crazy made up pose, only without any flashy effects or lasers, of course. "Everyone! Shout 'I summon you! Spirit of your animal power!'"

ALLAN'S ROOM


Sherry.

Well, that explained one thing. The others in the room were still unfamiliar, barring Allan, who was now staring at Gale with wide eyes and probably an entire year's worth of junk food and about six more questions than were strictly actually necessary.

"Er," said Gale. "I...what's anime? I mean, yes, I do like it - and, er, no you're not older than me, I don't think - hi Sherry, thank you for the chocolate, er - Allan, do you, er..."

A pause.

"Do you know a...Simon, by chance? Are you okay?"

ALLAN'S ROOM

"Is Simon the name of your spirit animal?" Allan stared at Gale with wide eyes of admiration for a second. "You have to summon him so we can all see, like spirit of my guardian animal, show me your true form!"

And then in his hands materialized a pretty simple-shaped sword.

Allan stared at it with even wider eyes. "This is the bestest best day ever!"

He began to run around sword in hand, making imaginary slicing noises and managing to cut up exactly two posters. "Everyone tell your guardian animal voices to turn into a cool weapon!"

ALLAN'S ROOM

Sherry stared at Allan. Where had that come from? How did he do that? Spirit animals? Guardians? Swords?

"Can we do that, too?" She wanted to be able to do that, she wanted the power to just have a sword in her hand at a wish.

And then Sherry understood. Her mom still might have sold her off, but she was in an adventure now. Just like she'd always wanted. Magic and powers and heroes. It made sense. Look at them. All the perfect age for their adventures to start. Sailor Moon was only in Jr. High, too.

So Sherry wished. She wished with all of her might and hopes and strength. She wanted nothing more than to be a magical girl and fight for good. "Armagnac, show me your true form!"

Sherry yelped when there was a small flash of light and then suddenly she was holding a staff with a blade on it that was taller than she was. IT WORKED.

"Ahh! Yay! Look guys!" She waved it around a bit before pausing. "She says she's hungry."

Sherry's words were frightening, making the teenager shake on the spot, afraid that something dreadful was about to happen.

'You're not gonna hurt me are you?' he blurted out in his mind.

The voice trailed off before snickering at the increased fear he felt. Okay, maybe that was too far.
'Really?'

'Oh....'

Jason felt a little better, when Allan had shouted out some words, and then suddenly a sword materialized in his hands. He almost fell backwards from the shock. A sword just came out of no where?!

"W-w-wh..." He saw someone else tell them not to before the girl had summoned a sword as well. He hugged himself, staring at Gale with wide eyes. "W-w-why s-shouldn't we...a-are we going to get eaten if we do?!"

As freaked out as he was, watching the others....it did seem kinda cool. To have something that could protect you from the fearsome things in the dark...Yes, he wanted that to.

He stood up. "S-s-spirit. S-s-how me..." He trailed off, too scared to continue.
feel it >

"S-spirt of my g-guardian animal show me your true form!"

He actually yelped when a sword actually appeared, his hands fumbling with the small yet simple blade.

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