Eastwood -Supernatural Academy (Closed probably)

Cicada moved the fire to her back, "And I went first last time. So get to it!"

"Umm, No. It's your turn, I came into here first!"

"Fine," Cicada dropped down the trapdoor, "It's safe!"

Dalton dropped down as well looking around. "What the hell is this?"

Cocada looked to him, “I don’t know.”

Dalton kept walking and jumped when a rat scampered over his feet.

Cicada laughed, “Scared of a rat?”

(Is this still open, cause it looks awesome)

"Just being cautious," He retorted, "I don't feel like dying right now."

“Sure,” Cicada walked past him.

(Is this still open, cause it looks awesome)

(Sure)

"Hey! You could burn the rat, all I can do is stare at it and convince it to run away!"

Cicada frowned, “Why eould I hurt a rat?”

"Rabies!"

“Not all rats have it,” another one scurried along the floor.

(oof ok, see ya Leafy)
Vien waited in line behind Wess, fumbling with his wallet while he waited. He ended up ordering a caramel mocha, somehow managing not to drop his wallet as he paid and accepted the coffee. "Would you like to s-sit down?" he asked, gesturing to a small, out of the way booth near one of the windows

(Ok, I am back!)
Wess nodded, “Sure!” Wess took a seat and sipped his coffee. He looked out the window, looking at the scenery.

Dalton sighed and continued following Cicada, further into the cave.

Cicada kept an eye out for anythig weird or interesting.

Dalton stopped, "Do you hear that? It sounds like," He paused, "Running water?"

(oof, I'm debating between my ginger-haired kid or my other one. . .)
(So many choices)

(lol… Have you decided on a clan, maybe I can help)

Cicada froze, “My one weakness. Water.”

Dalton stared at her, "You can't be serious. Right?"

“I’m fire,” Cicada smirked, “Its my abilities weakness. I’ll be fine.”

(Hm, I was debating between Sluwteit or Slimteit)

(One of my characters is a ginger and the other has white blond hair. )

(The dorkier one would be in Slimteit, whereas a more mischievous one would be in Slueteit.)

(k, I'm gonna do Sluwteit and use my sarcastic/mischievous kid.)
(Thanks)

(No Problem!)

The two kept walking until Dalton found what he thought was the source. A large, metal vault door with pictures of each clan's mascot imprinted into the steel. "I think it's in there."