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Astra wondered idly as she hovered high over the school grounds if she really wanted to go check out the shed again. It was tiring to be continuously chased by things or thrown high into the air, and she still had yet to get through any of the obstacles towards the final stages of the shed or the Maze.

However, these things became the last thing on her mind, as she saw the secretary waltz into the forest, then a few students move closer to the forest. She remembered all to clearly what happened last time students had moved near the weeping forest. But this was not the reason why she stayed in her position and watched. Oh no, she had been quick to spot a certain red dragon, whom she had antagonized over Groanspring a while back. Not that he didn't deserve it! But she was not about to face the much bigger (and stronger, and meaner, and more likely to fry her) student until she was sure her safety was assured. Or she had a good escape plan.

That was until a strong though was sent through her brain, a though that said to hide, and do it quickly. She knew who sent this thought, and decided not to take any chances. Her speed sent her hurting towards the trees, keeping towards the edges and darting into one of them hoping her approach was not noticed by the secretary. Or red for that matter.

Arachne wondered what in Jack's name was going on. She'd been out wandering around the ground, two of her skitters making webs on the back of her hood, and she'd been searching out any clouds of gnats for the pair. As she wandered around, she noticed a slow and steady trail of students heading up towards Brecks shed. First one, and then another, and soon a fair few had gone up there. The Spiderkin was torn between appearing to not care where they were all going, and curiosity as to why there were headed up there.

She gathered the skirts of her long dress and walked up, trailing far behind, the skitters dangling on thin threads and drifting back and forth across her back as she moved.

She joined the small crowd just after Elizabeth did, and she moved to her side, giving her a gentle tap on the shoulder.

He was more than happy to be allowed to tag along as he found that if he was in a group, he couldn't be blamed as much for acting on his own. There was protection in numbers, and he liked this little mismatched herd they had going. So, following along, the group went to the overgrown foliage of the edge of the woods as Sharra had suggested, the boil leading the herd as they entered the woods. The forest didn't hold found memories for him as of late. Aside from Truth or Dare, which had been a confusing game, there had been Hellma's scare tactic of nearly undressing and the mad race to get back to the doors with Red on your heels. He didn't want to repeat either and kept his eyes and ears open, high on his hooves as he looked about, ears twitching and pivoting as he scanned the area for any sigh of something strange or dangerous.

As he did, he heard Riley's voice and grumbled. Who did she think she was, ordering people around? He wasn't about to take orders from her! Walking along, he found a rock and aiming in where he last saw Riley climb, threw it up. It probably missed, but he felt better after. He thought out to her. Shut up, Riley! No one's taking orders from you! How about you fall out of that tree! He shouted mentally. UGH! He heated when her voice was in his head. It was a clear invasion of his brain! As if he'd take orders from her. He was already looking around before she even said so. SO THERE!

Calder. Calder. ALWAYS CALDER. She was going to have to take care of him, and soon. A rock came flying at her, going wide with no threat of actually hitting her. One of her tentacles snapped out and caught it as it sailed past, and she plucked it out with one hand.

Pathetic. She murmured quietly, while turning the rock around in her hand. It was amusing, how wrong he was - she mused quietly as she watched the students scatter and begin hiding or searching. Calder was running out of insults.. if he ever had any good ones to begin with. Maybe he wasn't worth the time and trouble to worry about, after all.

This made her feel immensely better, and if she could smile, she would. Instead, she responded to Jericho's thought. It's Red. Don't underestimate her. I'd rather be safe than sorry.

Barth immediately employed the stand-by tactic of doing an impression of a very tall and well-dressed rock.

From his position, he heard the professors and saw the flash of light. They were discussing the pendant(s) from before. Objects of power. His father had a few rules concerning those, one of which was never consume any energy source larger than your head. He had seen enough Gluttony demons explode that way.

Still, Barth was neither a Gluttony or Greed demon.

But, having power at your disposal usually made a few things either. He peered into the gloom of the forest, trying to discern any hint of a faraway glitter.

Christof kept digging, the hole almost big enough for the bag, "Jutht keep a look out for anyone!" He hissed through his scarf to Amrita, "If they catch uth with thethe we're probably in trouble! Mithtreth wath quite clear." Panic had built up in his voice, "I thought thith time of day people would be in clath! I thould have kept thlinking... here hold thith!" He quickly shoved the shovel into her backwards hands before dragging the sack into the hiding spot and madly started to kick the dirt back into place over top of it. "They'll need cleaning, Mith, but I think you'll like them!"

It didn't even occur to him to look anywhere but in the dirt.

Thankfully the few students who were searching around were too busy searching around to be blinded by the flash of light that occurred rather suddenly. The trees rustled, a few wild corrividus scattered, flapping in different directions, as the light cleared to reveal not one but two figures. Well, in theory two and a half, if you included the rather large bag the taller of the two figures had slung over one shoulder: a suspicious light and dark blue patterned scarf was sticking out of the tied end of the bag, muffled curses seemingly coming from within.

Both strangers were dressed in large hooded cloaks, a forest grey that would have done a better job of blending with the landscape, had the pendants they were holding not been glowing oddly, resonating with each other. Only their sleeves, a white collar with fine gold trim, could be seen peeking out from their camouflage.

The taller of the two figures reacted first. "....Halloween students. Joy." They simply flung the bag behind them, taking a rather nonchalant offensive stance as they shoved the other figure away. "Go find who we talked about earlier, I'll deal with these reject goons."