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A smile began to find a way onto her face as he spoke, though when she heard the noises it fell. "I did," she admitted. "Are we going to check them out?"
"That would be a good idea; I don't think we should leave that room unlocked after what happened earlier," he said nervously, and beckoned to Vivian. "Come on."
Cammie sighed as she quietly walked out of the weapon room, satisfied of what she took from there. It made her a bit more comfortable. She used her illusions to hide her and she snuck up to the roof.
Vien suddenly startled awake, wisps of starry black smoke curling around him as he clutched at his neck. He was hyperventilating, nails digging into his throat as though he thought he was being strangled
Vivian got up from her spot on the chair, and followed Moraphe quietly.
"Vien?" Beau spoke up, looking towards the boy as he noticed him gasping for air. He pushed himself up and walked towards Vien rather quickly, kneeling down next to him. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked softly, careful to keep his voice low in order to not startle them.
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Vivian got up from her spot on the chair, and followed Moraphe quietly.
Upon entering the weapon room, Moraphe tensed, glancing around suspiciously. "I think someone has been messing around with these."
Vien reached for Beau, his grip so tight it was painful. He looked up at the other boy, tears welling in his eyes. “It h-hurts,” he mumbled, still hyperventilating as he spoke
"I-I could hear noises upstairs while we were talking- I've got good hearing- but I assumed it was just the others. Maybe… someone snuck in?" Vivian could feel her face heating up with embarrassment and shame. I should've paid more attention…
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"No…" Moraphe said quietly, almost to himself. "If someone snuck in, we would have known."
She pressed her lips together. "Then what do you think happened?"
Cammie never slept. Her powers were part of that problem. She came to the roof because 1, the fresh air was nice and 2, she felt the need for some more danger. She created two illusions, both dangerous assassins. With the weapons she stashed away wih her, she used them and started training herself
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"Perhaps one of the students was curious and came in here to look at them." He sighed. "We should bring everyone to the kitchen. I need to let them know that they can't come in here."
Vien reached for Beau, his grip so tight it was painful. He looked up at the other boy, tears welling in his eyes. “It h-hurts,” he mumbled, still hyperventilating as he spoke
"What hurts?" Beau asked gently, glancing around Vien for anything that might be cut or bleeding. He looked back up to meet his gaze, wincing slightly at the tight grip on his arm. Nothing was hurt except for the burn on Vien's arm, so Beau guessed that he must still be half-asleep.
"That wasn't in the rules," she commented.
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"Because I forgot." They went back to the dining room, and Moraphe grinned at Vivian. "And I'm surprised you were listening. If I recall correctly, you were napping at the table."
“Burns, it b-burns,” Vien sobbed, his grip on Beau’s arm tightening. “My side,” he choked out. “I couldn’t s-save her,” he continued, crying softly as he clutched at Beau’s arm
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“Burns, it b-burns,” Vien sobbed, his grip on Beau’s arm tightening. “My side,” he choked out. “I couldn’t s-save her,” he continued, crying softly as he clutched at Beau’s arm
(Oh noooooooo, he lost somebody D'X
Sorry, I think I'm killing the mood X)
"Because I forgot." They went back to the dining room, and Moraphe grinned at Vivian. "And I'm surprised you were listening. If I recall correctly, you were napping at the table."
She lifted her head in pride, "I have good ears."
(He’s referencing how he got the burn on his side. He got it trying to save his little sister, when a burning beam fell on him. His nightmares tend to induce a sort of false pain that forces him to relive his injuries)
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(Again
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OH NO, THAT'S SO SAD DX
Did he save her???)
(Well he saved her from the house fire but she was eventually burned at the stake with the rest of his family. Which is why he has a fear of fire)
“Burns, it b-burns,” Vien sobbed, his grip on Beau’s arm tightening. “My side,” he choked out. “I couldn’t s-save her,” he continued, crying softly as he clutched at Beau’s arm
"It's not real, Vien. It's not real," Beau answered quietly as he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to focus on changing Vien's dream. The pull was too hard, and after a few moments, Beau stopped, gasping for a breath of air. "It isn't real," He repeated, glancing over Vien's face with a worried expression.
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Moraphe went upstairs, and started knocking on doors, sending the students downstairs.
Vien sniffled as he managed to catch his breath. He still gripped at Beau’s arm tightly, eyes glassy with tears as he cried. “I’m s-sorry,” he eventually mumbled
Now Cammie was sitting on the roof. She decided that she would go get a snack, so she used an open window and made her way down to the kitchen, unknown what was happening.
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Vien sniffled as he managed to catch his breath. He still gripped at Beau’s arm tightly, eyes glassy with tears as he cried. “I’m s-sorry,” he eventually mumbled
A quiet knock came at the door.
Vivian waited patiently downstairs, whistling as she did so.
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( XD there's nobodeee, I'm bored.)
(Dude, Im here.)
(I too)
