The Coming Darkness

The next day.
8:30AM

Right alongside the training room was an advanced combat simulator, which was closed yesterday, but Azure had announced it's opening. Ever since then, students have been going in to test their abilities with pre-made opponents, as well as their own custom ones.

The student that was currently using it was Enzo. He had been training since he woke up. His opponent was a 15 foot mech that was a prototype for the Magic Council. It's purpose was to aid them in subduing hostile magic users, but was never set on the field.


The Captain and other students watched through the reinforced mirror, the actual simulation room was filled with smoke from fired rockets. Azure and some of the officials observed just in case a student was to be injured to the point of near-death.


Suddenly, Enzo was tossed through the smoke cloud, and into view of everyone. He hit the ground head first, and tumbled over before latching his hands into the ground and stopping his momentum.

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Damn it... He silently cursed the situation in his mind. Azure looked worried for the boy. "He's been training now for 4 hours straight... He needs a break." He commented as he watched. The officials silently agreed. Training was good, but this level was dangerous for any human being.

Then, two missiles flew emerged above the smoke cloud from above, and homed in on Enzo. "Tch..." Enzo dashed to the side as the missiles hit the ground. Soon, the tall, armored mech walked to Enzo's last known location. It had scanners which could detect Enzo's heat-signature, rather, his flames. What it did not detect however, was Enzo coming up behind the mech's head and twisting it off like snapping a neck. The head rolled off, and so went the 'brains' for the machine. It crashed into the ground with a earth shaking thud with Enzo standing on top of it.


"Well done, Enzo. Maybe you shou-" "-Again." Enzo cut off the captain, and he hesitated sending in another prototype. That's the 6th mech now... He waited a little before speaking again. He needed to gather his thoughts. "Alright - one more, the others need repairing."

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The chain clattered lightly as Eos wiggled her wrists about in their confines, still adorned in her pale white nightgown. She let out a light murmur of discomfort, her wrists tied up by a thick chain that was hoisted around a rafter above her head, and the strain was beginning to wear at her skin. But she did not protest, she did not fight the fate that was signed away for her long ago.

You knew this time would come... Eos thought to herself as the crimson stone dangling from her neck glowed with such an intensity that a light humming sound was vibrating off of it.

It wasn't that long ago that the blonde was curled up beside her love, sleeping soundly in the bed they had shared through the night. But it was true, Eos knew that would be her final night and she tried her best to numb her mind with the love and passion she shared with Volitaire. It wasn't the only reason she was so inclined to express her love in such a way, but she knew it was going to be her last chance.

"Brother... I love you..."

Her words were calm and quiet, her eyes staying concealed under her bangs as she let it hang to the side. She had spent enough nights choking on the fear and panic that plagued her mind, for now she could only attempt to numb herself. There may have not been compassion in her tone, but she was unsure if the person in the room with her was JD any longer. But she wished to say those words to him at least one more time... hoping that he may have heard them...

JD had fallen asleep the night before, but he had not been the one to wake up. The eyes were silver but a dulcimer black of the deepest hues. That smile that graced his lips was not at all carefree but vile and rich with sinister doings.
Thoughts, plans, and memories that had all sat in the back of his mind came to light. He slid off his bed and onto his bag- pulling open an inner compartment to show notes that had been written with immaculately painful precision. Folded within those notes was a thin silver blade that was easily tucked into the back of his pants. JD pulled his shirt over it, and placed everything back where it was. Of course after this moment there wouldn’t be any need to hide anymore, but old habits die hard.

So JD strolled through the halls as the wake of the morning humming ‘Moonlight Sonata’, and grinning all the while. Most would know the true Brit not to be acquainted with anything that wasn’t punk or otherwise fast paced with gritty lyrics.
None of these puzzle pieces fit together anymore.

The chains had been a lucky find.
The room- enough to hold all his friends- was easy enough to locate.
Eos had walked with him so sweetly and docile like a puppy to his master.

“Finally time to end this.” He sneered. “I grow so bored of talks about ‘love forever’, ‘friendship for everyone’, and ‘good will always triumph’. Gag me. I mean I was once a bit foolish myself, but with good reason. How is one supposed to fall in love with out it? She was beautiful you know- ah- blonde hair much like you wear yours now. You know she was the one that drug me into this?” He paused. “Your mother- Beatrice.”
As he chained her wrists he let her dangle just above the ground, as those little toes squirmed to nearly touch it. JD slid the blade sweetly in front of her throat in thought. “Stop stop,” he waved the edge closer to her pale flesh. “Your pleas won’t work. He isn’t here anymore.” JD sighed. “Clever we were- give you these necklaces and tell them they help with your power. Instead they bind us to you. It is the damn rings that have prolonged this so. Must keep them from releasing so says Darkness- etcetera etcetera- but they do have their use.” Concentrating with all his might as he had known Enzo to use them before- well this part of JD knew as the true personality of his had been extremely confused as to its origin.
‘Please meet me in the third floor lounge- it is an emergency- Eos is in trouble’ JD projected into it. Then he ripped the damn thing off and pocketed it, and did the same to Eos’s. “None of this nonsense,” he grumbled. “And now we just wait- and you get to say goodbye. See I’m nice like that dear- your mother doesn’t want to give you that luxury. But like I said she drug me into this,” it was then JD hovered the blade only a mere breath from Eos’s neck. If they so much as lunged at him in any way, form or fashion he would slit her throat.
Whoever controlled JD now had planned this long and hard- and would sacrifice himself before letting there be any form of ‘happy ending’. No this little game would play out.

Fast asleep, silent huffs blew from his nostrils. His long hair fell over his face and neck as he turned about, often blown back and forth by his breathing. The sun rose and its warm rays were shining through the window. The light pierced through his eyelids and managed to awaken him from his peaceful slumber. His eyes slowly opened, blinking every few seconds. His red eyes glistening from the light focused towards the window. It didn't take him long to realize Eos was gone. He hadn't considered the worse, but he was worried where she suddenly disappeared off to. "E..?" He said while rubbing his tired eyes. He grabbed his clothes out of the closet and quickly threw them on. He ran back down and heard some commotion coming from a room not too far away. He followed the sounds and ran across a row of windows, he could see Enzo tirelessly working towards his training. He didn't want to interfere, so he decided to leave him be. He ran around the large base, still clueless to the geography of the place. "This is useless." He sighed. "Where's JD?" He said, continuing his search. Slowly, things weren't beginning to sit with him well. Montesque's emphasis on him needing to be here started to haunt him. It wasn't like Eos to just disappear like this, and her brother is also nowhere in sight so far. A lot of facts in the back of his mind began to surface, things weren't looking good...

Silver had gone out to the beach for a while that morning, having woken up rather early. She figured everyone would be asleep, and heard exactly when Enzo started his own training. "Don't push yourself too hard, idiot.." she mumbled to herself, smiling a bit at how determined he was to help everyone. She sat down in the sand, watching the waves crash in and flow back out. She took off her shoes and let her feet sink into the sand, feeling the cold water go over them and seep down through the sand. It was very calming to her. After what felt like a few hours, she sighed, put her shoes back on, and began walking back towards the school. As she got inside, she saw Volitaire franticly running around. She decided to call out to him to see what was wrong. "Volitaire!" she called as she got a bit closer to him. "Something wrong? You seem a bit panicked." She tilted her head a bit in worry as she looked at him, waiting for a response.

"Silver. Have you seen Eos or JD? Something doesn't feel right." He continued to walk about, hoping she'd follow. "Me and Eos spent some... Ahem, time... Together yesterday and now she isn't anywhere I'd think she'd be. JD disappeared yesterday and the both were bugged by something I felt. I know I'm a worry-wart, but I think I may have put this off for too long." He gritted his teeth and faced the floor. "Eos doesn't just leave unannounced... Especially during time spent together. Montesque, I hope I'm taking your words in context for a good reason!" He growled under his breath. His pacing sped up, he looked about every room he came across. Sometimes finding the others, like Kira, Dora, or Jacen but not JD or Eos. "Silver, how has JD been acting lately?"

Silver listened to him speak, following behind him. Some time together? She raised her eyebrow at that statement. She heard the worry in his voice, which caused her to worry for both him and their loved ones. "How has he been acting?.. Um.." She thought back to the times they had been together alone, which lead to her blushing lightly, but she shook her head. "I dunno, nothing out of the ordinary. At least I don't think... Why?.." Could it have to do with that curse he spoke about when they were on the roof together? "Volitaire, you're worrying me..."

He frowned towards the the wall, he was close to opening another door until Silver's question reached his ears. "You mean... He hasn't told you?" Volitaire closed his eyes and sighed. "As much as I should tell you, I need to find out for myself first. Just help me look for them Silver." He effortlessly continued his search. Room by room, climbing up flights of stairs and peering through the rooms of other floors. Soon, he came to find that JD wasn't even in his own room when he came across it. "Both of them gone... And no where in the other rooms?" His grip tightened on the door knob, he let go and ran back to the stairwell. He darted up, skipping a step to keep a constant pace. His heart fell to his stomach, the evidence was stacking up. There was no where else he could've thought they went. The tension from yesterday, him putting off his aid to JD, their sudden disappearance of them both at the same time. Tears, shedding from his fear and frustration fell behind him as he ran up. His heart was racing, his fists tightening, his storm ring beginning to flare. He came up to the door and busts it open with a jab of his fists, the storm flame igniting the metal door and knocking it off it's hinges.

"JD!!!"

Silver paused for a moment.

'He hasn't told you?'

"..He hasn't told me what?" Was he keeping things from her? Volitaire's pace picked up as he kept going, and she quickly shooed away the thoughts that JD wasn't telling her everything. She ran after Volitaire, finding it hard to keep up with him once he got to the stairs. She couldn't quite as easily skip stairs like he apparently could, but she halted once he broke the door off it's hinges. "Volitaire.." She was overcome with worry as well as confusion at this point, and didn't know what to do. She huffed lightly as she stood behind Volitaire, wondering what on earth was going on.

With a loud gasp for breath he shot upward and looked around, realizing he wasn't in the same place he had last remembered being in. No, the last thing he could recall doing was sitting in the office chair, trying to coax Harley back to bed as she straddled his lap. But now, he was sitting up in the king sized bed, the sheets were strewn about, and she was laying next to him, snoring quite loudly. The chair was knocked over with a pair of his jeans tossed over it, next to that was an empty bottle of whisky, it looked as though the contents of his travel back were emptied out as well. "Uh oh..." Marcus pulled the blankets off himself and examined his body. He was wearing his undershirt, but it was torn in half and there were lipstick markings running down his scarred chest and stomach. His only other attire was a pair of pin stripped boxers luckily without lipstick on them.
He turned his attention to Harley as he slowly swung his legs out over the opposite side of the bed. Her hair was a flat, scruffy mess, and whatever makeup she was wearing was either smeared or washed away. She was wrapped in his dress shirt and looked quite cozy in it. There was a faint smile on her lips.
Afraid of pulling back the sheets any further and crossing his fingers she was wearing something underneath his shirt, he tip-toed his way to his jeans and gingerly slipped them on, being mindful of the junk on the floor so as not to wake her. He wiped off what lipstick he could with the tattered shirt before discarding it and pulling on a fresh one. It was loosely fitted and bore an stylish crest on the chest. It took a few moments of shuffling himself across the room before exiting into the hallway, still as pussyfooted as he was before, which was quite unusual for a man his size.
As he fell against the door, he let out a heavy sigh, and hung his head.

Although inside, his anxiety and worry were beyond levels he had never experienced before, he did his best not to showcase it as he strolled down the halls to the cafeteria area. He had probably made a mistake that could cost him another teaching career, but he was going to take it in stride if it leaked out. Hell, he was even going to bring the girl some breakfast.

In his hands, he carried a fairly hefty tray of rather western morning foods, black coffee, orange juice, eggs and toast. It smelled really good, but it wasn't for him. The girl would probably be waking up with a horrible hangover any minute now, and she was going to need every last bit of what was on the tray.
There were echoes in the hallway, some distraught commotion, a few things that sounded almost like rockets firing, but Marcus chose to ignore it, people must be training again.
He backed himself into the bedroom door, pushing it open and spinning around to face the mohawked girl who was still snoozing. She had shifted in her sleep and some of the blankets had fallen off her and onto the floor. His jaw dropped open in shock. She wasn't wearing pants.
When the door clacked shut, she stirred and Marcus set the tray atop the work desk, drawing a heaving gulp and darting towards her, pulling the blankets up to her shoulders. "Uh...Harley, you....you awake?" He asked, taking a step back, nearly tripping over the toppled chair.

Adorra awoke rather hungover on a bed in a room she hadn't been in prior to healing David after the fight. She looked around as she attempted to get up without her eyes being completely open, and tumbled off the bed, "Ooooph!"

She practically jumped out of her skin when she landed on something warm, she sighed a bit relieved to see had landed face first onto David's chest, "Oh, Sorry! I didn't know you were right there." She blushed as she got up, "Well, good morning, David."

Once she got up, she noticed her suitcase and walked over to it. Then picked it up with two hands and turned around, "Thank you for providing me with a place to sleep last night. I'm going to go and take a shower, you can go first if you'd like--I can wait."

She'd awoken the next morning at the crack of dawn, her expression determined from the moment she opened her eyes. After all, Sasha felt that she was the weakest of the Guardians, regardless of how tough she acted. The female pulled her hair back into a rather messy pony tail, and slipped into her traditional track suit attire, her ring glinting in the light of the rising sun.

Sasha headed down many halls, through separate floors, and finally got to the training room- where an unexpected idiot had arrived before she had, and was in the process of battling and training. A smirk appeared on her face as she leaned against the wall, studying the male through the glass window. That idiot...I just can't predict what he'll do next.

Hours upon hours had passed, and many other students had gathered in the observation room. At this point, Sasha's relaxed smirk had become one mixed with concern for Enzo, and annoyance- after all, she wanted to train as well.

Turning to Captain Azure, Sasha opened her mouth and began to rant, "The hell d'ya think you're doing, he's gonna overwork himself, you flipping bastard! Have some considerate feelings towards him, jesus christ!" She huffed, crossing her arms, "If you won't let'im out, then I'm going in there!"

The way he spoke of her in such a way, and the way he made it seem like neither he nor her mother cared for their child. "Papa..." Her heart broke as she felt everything had all been an illusion... all those happy memories, just conditioned into her mind. "Mama..." Did they not love her? Did they not love JD?

Eos let her thin body hang as she felt those feelings of fear creeping back into her heart. A part of her hoped that maybe no one would come. No one deserved to see this, especially those that cared for her. It was torture, it was cruel.

But that is when she heard it, almost on cue. The battle cry of the man she knew would not take this lying down... even though he was better off that way. Her head shot up, eyes wide as she caught glimpse of JD standing in the center of the doorway, Silver just behind him.

No... please... turn back now... while you still can....

David was sleeping soundly when suddenly he was rudely awoken by something falling on him. "Oof." He opened his eyes and reached for his glasses, putting them on to see Dora on top of him, causing him to flush lightly. "Well, good morning to you too." As she got up to leave, he stood up too. "Don't mention it.. And nah, go for it. I think I'll go back to sleep," he replied with a yawn. Though, he did wonder where Kira had wandered off to and if she found Harley. Maybe he'd go look for her while Dora was in the shower, or something. He shrugged as he sat on the bed, looking at Dora again.

Enzo gave the men in the observation room a curt nod, then turned to the wall, which had parted ways like a hanger door, to reveal another mech entering the large room. He clenched his fist as the mech scanned his flames, and made sure to lock onto it at all times.

While the next battle was about to commence, Azure was caught off guard by Sasha's barking. At first, he wanted to retort, but remembered her being one of the guardians. He sighed and recollected his thoughts for a second time. "If you go in now, you risk being seriously injured." He said to the Russian Tiger, then turned to the window. "This is the toughest prototype we built." His last sentence held worry and regret within it's words.

As the robot scanned Enzo, he did some scanning on his own. The previous machine was armed with missiles, this one, with an electric blade on each arm. This is a melee type... He honestly couldn't get his thoughts together like he used to be able to. He heard Sasha's shouting, and would stop, but he wasn't in the mood for sitting back. Darkness would never give him a chance to breath, so why should his training?

The mech started engaging Enzo, firing off jet-like boosters on it's back to quickly close the distance between the two. Enzo stood still, waiting for the perfect opportunity to counter attack. The mech swung it's right blade down, causing Enzo to dash to the left at the last second, but it was quickly hit in his side by the electrifying blade, and smacked up against the wall, cracking it a little. A little blood was spattered on the wall, but Enzo stood back up on his feet, and ignored the surging pain. "I'm done being weak... He muttered to himself as he swayed a little.

The mech turned towards him, ready to repeat the same move once more. And so, it flew towards him prepping the same horizontal strike as last time. Enzo jumped up and to the left, narrowly avoiding the steel, and planting himself on the wall he was near. Then, he pushed off the wall with all of his strength, and tackled the mech square in the chest, causing a large dent in it's armor and stagger it back a few steps.


Enzo didn't stop there. He stood atop the mech, dodging it's desperate arms' movements like it was trying to swat a fly around it's head. One swing caused Enzo to jump into the air above the mech. This was a perfect time. Enzo's gloves glew slightly, and on the way down, Enzo punched what was supposed to be it's weak point - the head, but instead of a fiery explosion, the head was frozen soild.


Enzo landed behind the mech some distance away, and prepared an X-burner. He charged both flames in his hands as the mech turned around and locked onto Enzo once more, even with a frozen dome. I'm not going to fail.. I can't fail! Just as he was going to fire his X-burner, a thought went through his mind. Like he had the urge to be somewhere else, and it broke his concentration. Eh? The mech charged for Enzo, and smacked him across the room once more. Enzo landed on his belly, his face on the heated floor.

He felt the ground shaking as the mech closed in on him slowly as he laid there. I can't move... This is pathetic... Enzo felt like screaming in frustration, but all he could do was breath, if even that. As the mech prepared a final blow, a beam of light pierced through it's hull, freezing the mech and toppling it over, dead.


"Stop trying to kill yourself." Kenji said as he put away his weapon and sighed.

Dora nodded, turned, and then headed for the bathroom. The door was open, so she walked in and closed the door behind herself. The suitcase she had dragged into the bathroom was quit large, she set it on it's back, unzipped it, and was relieved to see that he shoulder bag was in it. She pulled it out and set it on the counter along with a small bag that contained various things she needed.

After that she undressed, placed her dirty clothes in a white laundry bag, she also pulled from her suitcase, and then tucked it back inside. She then opened the clear back of bathroom things she had on the counter, took out her shampoo and other essentials, and finally got into the shower an turned it on.

She hummed a soft melody, but it could be heard if someone were to listen, as she washed herself also brushed her teeth. After about ten minutes, she got out and blushed her hair as she dripped dried on the rug. She put her long hair into a french braid, then redressed herself in a gray tube top, black buttoned fitting pen-striped vest, and a pair of black short shorts. She pulled her combat boots back on along with a pair of socks, then proceeded to close her suitcase, which she then pick it up, carried in over to a nearby wall out of the way, and finally set it down.

Adorra opened the bathroom door, walked out, just as her stomach started to growl, "David, would you like to come with me to eat? Then, maybe I don't know, we could train a little? I've never fought." She grinned, when she paused. "Err, well, I have if drunken bar folk count.."

David laid on the bed and closed his eyes, wondering where everyone was. He heard Dora humming in the shower and chuckled a bit. At least she wasn't singing at the top of her lungs. He heard the door open, and sat up to see that her outfit had changed quite a bit. "Nice outfit. The boots are cool." He gave her a thumbs up and stood up, realizing he was still in his PJs. "Hm, sure, but after I change into some normal clothes.. Er, do you mind?" He looked at her and then to the door, wondering if she would leave or rather stay while he changed.

"Thank you. Maybe I could summon you up a pair," she darted back into the bathroom, grabbed her shoulder bag, and threw it over her shoulder, "Alright! I don't mind in the least, I'll wait outside the room for you and maybe Kira will turn up, too. I'm rather unsure where she had gotten off to, I honestly think I passed out..."

Adorra walked out of the room, closed the door behind herself, and leaned against the wall while she waited for him to come out.

Kira had woken up earlier to take a run before some of the others woke up. Now, she was returning to her room, a bottle of water in hand. She'd worn a pair of dark blue pair of training shorts, black fitted shirt and a pair of running shoes. It'd been perfect weather for the run, and now it was time for a bit of food and a shower. Reaching the third floor, she almost sighed and walked through the hallway.

Harley hadn't been found last night, which concerned her. The girl could get herself in some trouble when drunk. Hadn't even answered her phone. I wonder where the others are. Reaching her room, she closed the door and proceeded to get out of the clothes, grabbing a towel. To her surprise, Volitaire burst open her door, seeming to look for someone. She would have looked annoyed if not for the fact that he left just as quickly as he came. What the fuck..? Weird.. What had his panties in a bunch? She shrugged it off and went to the bathroom, taking her shower.

After finishing the shower, she dried off and went to her suitcase, dressing in a pair of black pants, a dark brown halter top and her pair of ankle boots. Once done, she headed back out of her room to see if Dora and David were still asleep or already up and about.

After Dora had left the room, David picked up his phone and looked to see if he had any messages. What, why was he doing that? Of course he didn't. He decided to send a text to Kira, asking about what she was up to. After he did that, he set his phone on the bed and put on his usual outfit. He slid his headphones around his neck and picked his phone up again, sliding it in his pocket. He briefly ran his fingers through his hair as he went to the door, opening it and stepping out. "Okay, I'm ready. I think. How do I look? If I'm not at least a 10 right now, I'm going to change again." He flashed a goofy smile, hoping she realized he was joking.

She tapped her right foot as she waited for him to come out of his room, when the door opened she turned and faced it. "I'm glad you're ready, I'm starving," she smiled as she looked up at him. She blushed as she spoke, "You look very handsome." Then laughed at his joke and the goofy smile that she thought was adorable.

"Are we going to wait for Kira or do you think she will meet up with us," she asked curiously.

Feeliin her phone vibrate, Kira blinked and pulled it out from her back pocket. Seeing it was from David, she tilted her head before smirking. She typed out a response as she headed down the hall to their room.

'Was going to check if you and Dora were up. Still in your room?'

She'd reached the room before he could send one back, however. Seeing Dora outside, she smiled when David came out. "Maybe I should've said something different. Like, Spying on you or something." She joked to David after reaching hearing distance. "You two had breakfast, yet? I was up earlier but it'd been a bit too early to eat."

Adorra darted over to Kira, somewhat embarrassed to ask what had happened last night in front on David. She lowered her voice as she spoke "Kira, did I do anything weird last night?" She blushed, "I can only remember seeing you walk up as I hugged David.."

Returning her voice as she walked back up to David with Kira, "Nope, we haven't eaten yet, we woke up at almost the same time. About twenty or so minutes ago.."

David grinned as Dora complimented him and looked down the hall to see Kira walking towards them. "What, now you don't trust me alone either?" he teased. "And we were on our way to eat and train. I know you'd love to eat and train, wouldn't you?" he asked, smiling and raising his eyebrows at her. He was about to go eat and train with two adorable ladies. Could this day get any better? "Shall we?" He gestured down the other direction towards where the food would be.

Kira raised an eyebrow. "Hm? Ah, nothing really." she assured the smaller girl. She'd almost forgotten that Dora had gotten tipsy. So of course, she'd not know what happened. David had opted to have Dora sleep in his room since she had been an unexpected guest. No other room for her. "A defenseless girl asleep with you around? Hardly." She teased back, tilting her head. "Training huh? I just had my bit of exercise for the day. I think I could do a bit of, 'training' though. Why not. --Food sounds good." Nodding, she started to lead with a slight smile. "Are you feeling alright, Dora?"

"Oh, thank goodness," she sighed, rather relieved she hadn't done anything that she considered irrational. "I can handle the taste, but I can't handle alcohol once it hits me. I got secretly got drunk on my eighteenth birthday a few months ago, it turned out alright. The Nun's found out the following morning when I turned up halfway through breakfast on a Sunday morning."

Once she and Kira had reached David, "..Hmm, yup I would have been defenseless." She giggled. "Training, it was my idea. I'm feeling quite alright, I took a shower--it made me feel much better. Though I think food and water should put me back up to one-hundred percent." She paused, "Yes, we shall."

David shook his head. "You two think of me that badly? Geez. I'm hurt." He walked along behind the two, wondering how they'd end up training. David knew a little about Kira's power, but didn't know anything about Dora's. He was quite curious.

"I was only picking, but I was being honest you seem to be a lot stronger than me," She paused, "I mean, I got to learn gymnastics, but that was it. I didn't compete or anything I just did to--to have something to do. It got me out of tending the Orphanage regularly, the Nun's said that it could possibly give me a path to a brighter future."

She looked up at Kira as they continued onwards, "I hope I can catch a teacher eventually. I mean they should know I'm here, shouldn't they?

Raising an eyebrow at Dora's story, Kira almost laughed. "Well, you had a very good time, then. But nah, yesterday went without incident. We took care of you." That's what friends did. Despite having known her yesterday, it was always good to have more friends. Especially in an unknown area.

"If I thought that badly of you, she would have slept in my room." Kira informed the male. Smiling, she nodded. "That's good then. I'm glad, since hangovers are never any fun." Or so she'd seen. Once she'd gotten a hangover, but it'd been very minor. Still not something she wanted to have again. "I have no clue. I mean, there's so many people, I doubt they would know if One more person was added. I just saw one teacher yesterday."

David sighed at the two, not able to relate to the hangover talk. "I wonder where Mr. Tormod is? Or that one teacher with the really big boobs. Hmm.." The last time he saw Marcus was when he was talking to Harley. But then where did he go? He shrugged. "We'll find a teacher eventually."