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Frit
Freshling
Frit looked up to the woman and smiled friendly. "Oh no!" Frit said, waving the woman's concerns away. "I think its fine, really. I mean, there are things to learn, see, and study out here that the academy just dosnt have!" Frit exclaimed. "Also, they dont like me bringing slugs into my room... So i have to visit them out here." Frit produced the slug in its small Tupperware container to show off. She turned around to give Vadim the chance to admire the slimy thing in all its glory. Her grin of pride said the rest on her thoughts about her captured specimen.

Soft chuckles at the suggestion of a flask, Francine brought the mug up but still not quite drinking from it. At best she was pantomiming the act of sipping before lowering the mug from her mouth. "You should be so lucky, maybe if my friend was here they'd be offering you a drink post-haste."

The pianist's grin widened, her fangs becoming more pronounced, "Shame there aren't any pianos here. I could play you something soothing and I do take requests."

Oh. Although her face remained unexpressive, Tomorrow's ears dipped ever so slightly as the boy shied away from her, clearly afraid of her. She'd momentarily forgotten that that was the usual reaction she caused in children, due to her appearance.
The girl seemed unfazed, however, both by the overall state of affairs as well as Tomorrow's features. She turned her attention to the girl, trying to not intimidate the boy hiding behind her any further.
"I don't think you're allowed to come this far from Academy grounds without an adult, though.." she remarked, but nodded slightly, "yet it's true that some animals and plants can't really be found around there, either."
She looked at the slug Frit was proudly presenting, and it was a rather large individual from what Tomorrow could tell.
Hot beverages began being passed out to those evacuated at the stadium, and the hybrid grabbed mugs of hot chocolate for the two kids as well. She wasn't really sure how else to show the Hallowed boy she was nothing to be feared, although she didn't expect this gesture to do all that much, either.

From behind Frit, gaze purposefully averted, Vadim finally addressed Tomorrow. “We were on a field trip. We got split up.” He got split up. Unable to bear his classmates any longer, Vadim had gone off on his own in pursuit of peace and solitude. Predictably, he had gotten lost, but he could not have cared less. His heart was bitter.

The older hybrid turned away from them momentarily, and Vadim considered fleeing into the crowd. So far she had posed no threat, but her appearance was reminiscent of a monster. He hesitated; it cost him his escape. Tomorrow turned back to face the two children, cocoa in hand. Vadim remained behind Frit.

Sneaking glances at the hybrid, Vadim regarded her warily. His eyes were instinctively drawn towards the tattered wings and stitches along her face and legs. After a moment he mumbled a question. “Are you dead?”


Yatsuatari


Micillia

This was the opposite of good. Until this very moment, Helja had been convinced that it was all a hoax, a bluff, or just an elaborate way of selling a new movie. That idea was promptly dashed when the carnage began and actual people who had been alive a moment ago were now being literally torn apart, one of whom was a litch with more obvious rot than herself, which dashed her idea that such an appearance would prove a turn off.

She was almost trampled twice by people trying to escape, but it was only when someone grabbed her arm that she found herself running. Then there was nothing but running and jumping over people who had fallen. She lost track of whoever had tried to save her, but she spared them no further mind. It was everyone for themselves, and anyone who was behind her meant she had a higher chance of survival. She couldn't spare a moment of pity, for the best way to survive was not to look back. The only safety in numbers was in that someone else might die before you did.

It was a shitty underhanded move to attack from someone's blind spot. But it was also something Francine would have done if given the opportunity. Her only consolation was that her hands were unharmed.

Her thigh, however, had seen better days. But she wasn't simply going to go down without a fight. The beverage in her mug had long cooled but that was fine as well because she didn't so much as throw the drink at her assailant as she smashed the mug into their face.

You made her bleed, she'll make you bleed right back!

Hana used to think that his hobbies meant he would be less distressed by blood or gore than the average Aboveworlder, but this violence was something else! The speed and savagery with which the hooded figures moved, their screams of rage and the terror and panic which had filled everyone else....

This was an experience completely unlike anything Hana ever imagined was possible to happen in his life. Terror pierced him, leaving the kirin stuck in one place like a live insect pinned to a specimen board. His stupor didn't last long--the stampede of beings crowding for the exits jostled and bumped Hana, pushing him back to his senses.

He saw he wasn't the only person who stood in one place instead of immediately running. A young--Fallen? No, a hybrid--was gritting her teeth and staring furiously at the hooded figures. Hana reached out and grabbed whatever he could reach, before turning to run. He wasn't going to let anyone do something so foolhardy!