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Sora ran away with tears in her eyes. Zillia may not come back, however she witnessed Kendric run back and save her. A smile came across her face as she wiped the tears away. She slowed down for him and began to speak softly. "Thank you Kendric, thank you so much for saving Zillia." She pecked his cheek with her lips as she continued to run forward.

The next question was, what in the world was Zillia hiding. If the curse that was sent down was only to be brought to those with darkness in their hears, what sort of thing could Zillia be aching from. What event happened in her past. Sora new Zillia to be a top student, a sweet girl, and above else, someone she could call her sister. Once she awoke, she would have to have a long discussion with her.

Zillia felt herself being picked up. Well not really felt. It was more as her body began to move on its own. It was then she realized that a spell had overcome her. She grabbed her ears once more after another shock came through. I know we aren't suppose to use our powers outside of the academy yet, but I need to clear this spell as soon as possible. She began to focus on her powers of light to disperce the darkness surrounding her. Over time, she had began to be able to hear what was going on. It wouldn't be for a ittle bit longer until she could free herself completely.

The group arrived at a wall. The paths seemed to connect here. There was no else to go. Sora grabbed onto Luna. "I hope this isn't the end. If they come back here and catch us, its all over."

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Ayer hurried off as fast as he could, passing by a few of the student who had been able to escape. 'Good, I don't see any teachers yet. Means they must still be immobilized... for now.' He stopped as soon as he made it back, seeing that the room as cleared out pretty good. But he noticed that the adults had seemed a bit different then they were before.​

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'Damn. Whatever is happening to them must be wearing off now. I have to think fast on how I could delay them just a bit longer.' He though it over for a moment before the thought hit him. 'Brilliant! It might not last long but it'll buy us all just a few second. Tough, I wish I could of used earth better.'​

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Taking in a deep breath, he positioned himself before allowing his bright yellow aura to develop around him slowly. He put all his concentration into it before small specks of ice began to shoot out. It was a lot more work for him to use ice instead of plan water but if it worked, then he would be able to block out the tunnel that lead down to the way he came. 'Shame I can't do the same for the other tunnels but there's just too many and I need to make sure the girls are safe.'​

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Within a few minutes, he completed his barrier, happy that it had came out a bit thicker than he had planned. 'That should do it for now.' His aura faded before disappearing completely, turning back to make a run for it. 'I hope everyone is okay.'​

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He ran as quickly as he could before reaching the end of the tunnel, smiling happily at the sight of his friends again. "I'm back! I'm sorry if I was long, but I was just securing this tunnel." He walked over, hugging the two before looking over to the girl (Meara) he didn't recognize. "Oh, hello there miss. I didn't see you pass by but you must of been here for a while. Another safe person is always good. My name is Ayer Granz."​

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Grace was frustrated now, feeling so irritated that the tunnel seemed to be so long. Course, it wasn't much but she didn't like having to run or be alone for too long. 'That basterd. I should of just went down a new tunnel and left him alone to fend for himself. He'll pay for making me go through all this trouble for him.'​

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Other than the thoughts of Artan running through her mind, she continued to wonder why the teachers were doing such a thing. What was their reasons? Why such a large group to blame rather than a few? "Why me?!" She shouted, not really concerned about who would hear her. She just couldn't believe the mess they were in. She wasn't even planing to come to school today. "I should of just stayed in bed..."​

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She ran a bit longer before noticing the figure of a boy towards the end of the tunnel, her face filling up with a small fury. "There you are, you basterd!!" She lunged at him, knocking him easily down to the ground before gripping his shoulder, shaking him frantically. "How could you just leave me there like that?! Push me out of the way, will you!"​

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She soon stopped, pushing him back on the ground as she got off of him, looking around the walls. "Looks like we're stuck here. There has so be some kind of way out of here... I'm not going to die here."​

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Naomi noticed her vision slowly returning, glad that the spell was starting to wear off. Just a bit longer and she would be able to go after those little brats. 'Come on... I don't want them to get too far.' She looked around, her vision still a blur but noticing they had escaped.​

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'Damn... now we have to go on a hunt. This is just perfect.' She frowned again, lowering her power on the barrier she had created. She needed as much strength as she could get for this. Those kids were more trouble then they were worth in her opinion.​

 

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Mya was dragged along by Drei, hoping he would take them somewhere safe. Well...sorta as they eventually go the the rest of the group and reached a dead end. It didn't make sense to her. She's been to this area of the Tower many times before when doing inspection checks with he engineers. There wasn't supposed to be a wall there. If memory served right, this was the way to the emergency exit. She probably would've said something to the group, but her anthrophobia was spiking up. It almost made her want to run back the way she and Drei came from, but that was a very bad idea. Cmon! Calm down! This isn't supposed to be here. It seems someone built it here to prevent escape. She looked back the path sorrowfully. Zauriel...please be safe...don't do anything foolish.​

 

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A green blur, a soft hiss, and semi-silent footsteps. Zauriel was alone as he sped on all fours through the dark hallways. The only sounds were the constant hiss that his cat-like form made and the metal of his shoes against the stone floor. He could hear the voices of the others faintly and he could smell them in the distance. He was able to see perfectly through the tunnels. However, despite all his enhanced senses, he couldn't see, smell, or hear anything or anyone else besides the others. They must have made enough distance from the professors to hide the evil-doers from his senses (a realization that he was grateful for, though how long they would be out of reach was unknown to him), but he couldn't sense the source of the magical spell that allowed them to escape, or even the sounds and smells of the outside world. Just how deep were they? Zauriel continued running, making sharp turns and retracing his steps. He had detached himself from the others mostly intentionally to find an escape, but had found nothing. If he was in any other form, he wasn't sure if he would be able to find his way to the others, as they surely were not in the place that he left them, but he was easily able to smell and hear them. As he got closer, they got louder and...smellier? Especially that Kendric guy. He stinks.

It wasn't long before he was able to hear them perfectly...and feel the vibration of something that he couldn't place. As he neared the last turn, he leapt onto the wall and then into the next hallway. There they were. "Friends Mya and Drei!" He called out as he slowed down. "I could not find an exit! However," he stopped as he stood on his hindlegs, the fur slowly retreating into his body, "I believe were are momentarily safe from the Professors...very momentarily." Everything that he said came out with a soft purr that slowly faded as he returned back to his normal, horned appearance. His cat-eyes were the last thing to go as he focused them on the other Shapeshifter, jealous of her ability to easily mix-match her forms while his body preferred to stay consistent, and recognized her wall-ramming as the source of the vibrations. "It seems that you either could not find any exit as well or I have missed the start of some strange game..." As part of him wondered if they had time to play such strange games (and if he could go next), his mind was focused on the fact that this was the only place left to go and if it was a dead-end...there may be no escape.

 

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"Ayer! You're okay!" Angela said, throwing her arms around him. It was then that Kendric had followed Sora and Luna, with that Meara girl whom Angela did not know very well. None of it mattered though, because she was in her own little world, hugging Ayer. She let go, deciding not to make it awkward.

Luna smiled. Her sister was reunited with Ayer. A new girl (was her name Meara?) showed up soon after, as did Kendric. The young girl walked up to Meara. "Hi, I'm Luna. You're... Meara, right? Sorry if I pronounced it wrong." Before they could be well acquainted, Kendric had done something to the wall and made it open. She looked at Sora and Kendric once the wall opened. "Glad that's over with... wonder where Sophia got to?"

Angela suddenly remembered Sophia, then noticed everyone else here, which startled her. "Good Gods! When did you all get here?"

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As soon as the spell wore off and Julia could see once more, she noticed a strange guy was carrying her. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!? Put me down!" She started squirming and kicking, hoping to get his attention. She started kicking harder, and ended up kicking him in the spot no man should ever be kicked in while the kicker has high heels on.

 

Upon feeling the movement, Zelos looked down at Julia. "Good, your awak-" And that's when he was kicked in no-mans land. The pain resulting from it caused him to fall right were he was at and since he was still carrying Julia, landed right on her.

When the wall seemed to opened and reveal a new path, Drei cautiously proceeded into it with Mya still in tow. Once they'd gotten to the room with all the weapons, he just looked around amazed. This was almost like a hidden vault of weapon stored away for some reason, which could help them defended themselves incase they needed to.

 

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Mya sighed a breath of relief seeing Zauriel coming back safely. "Thank goodness you came back safely. It's a shame you couldn't find a way out. From what I know, this wall isn't really supposed to be here. It's-" She was interrupted when Kendric opened the wall up, leading to some sort of secret room. She sighed and shook her hand off from Drei. "I can handle myself from here thank you Drei." She looked around the room, fascinated by the sight in front of her. Ironically, while she didn't like violence at all, she was intrigued and wowed by weapons, especially the weapons she saw in front of her. She examined some of the firearms as she walked up to some of them. They were weapons alright, but they looked nothing like the ones the military used. They had a more ancient feel to them and...possibly some sort of constrained power within them? She could be wrong. "They look...lovely. Such elegant designs and look to them. The creators must have been some sort of an artist or possibly a flashy murderer. But what is this doing in the tower?" Through her whole life in here, she never knew a room like this existed.​

 

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The creature that had taken over her body simply kept ramming into the wall and being oblivious to everything else even though her mind was awake. However, she was still incapable of controlling her actions. Her mind was calm even with her body being the exact opposite with her monstrous form and rampaging on the wall. She knew her body was wearing out though, and that this wouldn't last long. Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy, her transformations were subsiding, it was exhausting alone to keep herself up in the air and she felt so weak.

She panted heavily, but still kept going at the wall. This animal wasn't ready to be trapped in the cage for any longer, and somewhere in her mind that monster knew there was a way out. Her mind doubted it though: she's been ramming at this wall for quite some time, and it wasn't moving. She could already feel her powers dying on her - with only her bunny ears, dragon wings that kept her up in the air, claws that reduced only to thin, claw-shaped human nails and her piercing yellow eyes that kept her in that monster state - it was the only thing that didn't seem to drain of energy. Her eyes were still fired up and as fierce as ever, reflecting the monster personality that took over. The wall was thick and even with her monster-strength, although yes weakened, was not enough to---- move?

Small, creaking sounds came out of the wall as the creature's eyes stared at it with great confusion. It turned it's attention to the students below who seemed to suddenly help out the second after the wall moved - and it did move. It moved! With that realization, she got the final burst of energy to forcefully push herself on the wall again that suddenly swung open. With that last push from her, and a strong push at that, she rocketed into the new room that was revealed past the walls. Celeste tumbled forward, rolling over herself until finally landing on her stomach with her face on the side of the floor. She couldn't feel any weight on her back which meant that her dragon wings had gone and she could feel soft skin grazing over the stone floor's cold surface - which canceled out the existence of her claws but of course, she still had her bunny ears that never seemed to go away. Celeste was back to normal. She was back! She breathed there for a moment, before she brought herself up to a sit. She looked back at the students behind her - then she saw her tall, dark haired friend, Kendric. Her eyes immediately reverted to their natural ruby red. 'He's safe and he's back! I'm so gla-'

Celeste immediately got to her feet, even though she was incredibly tired and marched up to her friend with an angry expression. She pulled her arm back and punched him on the arm as hard as she could - which wasn't actually much because she was incredibly exhausted. "I told you not to leave me! You're so mean!" she fumed. She crossed her arms over her chest and turned away from him with her eyes closed and her lips pouting. It was his fault that she was so out of control - he should have been there to knock her out or something but no, he wasn't. She opened her eyes to look at him again but right before she could actually meet to look at him, something caught her eye. It was a lot of somethings.

"They look...lovely. Such elegant designs and look to them. The creators must have been some sort of an artist or possibly a flashy murderer. But what is this doing in the tower?"

The girl, whoever it was, was completely right. These looked incredible - all the weapons. Only now did she realize what sort of room this was. It took her a while to absorb all the weaponry, they all looked majestic and powerful and glorious and well-designed and... and... and... and familiar. She began taking some steps forward to look at some of these weapons more closely, distancing herself from the group of students Kendric was still with. The familiar look and designs of the weapons... she couldn't believe it. She gasped when she realized it and yelled in excitement, "These are of Abelard design!! Some of these... This one! That! And! And This! These are Abelard weapons!!" A wide grin appeared across her face as she immediately ran forward towards one weapon. It was a large and complicated looking thing, it had many gears and handles and sharp edges at one end while the other clearly had a long blade and the end of a gun. It also had this large container of this liquid material that glowed slightly in the shade of turquoise, it was the ammo of the gun. Although liquid, when shot out of the gun it became sharp, jagged bullets. To put simply, it was the experimental Rapier Edged Hand Cannon designed by Abelards - specifically, her own uncle and father. She remembers seeing the blue prints for this and even the parts. She reached forward and yanked it off the wall, holding it in the proper manner. It felt so natural and strong. It kept the smile on her face. Her mind began to ramble on how this could have worked and all the little details about this cannon as she muttered to herself under her breath, "Aw dad, you outdid yourself this time."

 

You ever get the feeling that something's wrong with you when attempting to be social? That's how Poke felt when Grace ran off, even though she wished him the best of luck. He sighed, and shrugged. "Deja vu, some things never change..." Deciding to take Grace's advice, he ran off, taking one of the branched tunnels.

He instantly regretted taking the tunnel(not knowing that all were suppose to be like this). "Oh, god damnit!" He kicked the wall, and surprisingly, the sound it made was pretty...hollow. That must have meant there was a room behind. Suddenly, the door opened by itself, revealing the room full of weapons. "Holy..." Apparently, all the other doors opened at the same time, since Poke had seen others walk in. He went towards the center and looked up at the hole. Blinded by sunlight, he quickly stepped away and shook the lights out of his eyes. "Bad idea..." He looked around once more, mesmerized.

'These are Abelard weapons!!"

"Abelard?" He repeated. Wasn't Abelard Celeste's last name? That meant that all of these were created by Celeste's family. "Wow, pretty impressive..." He watched her take one of the weapons, and decided to find one for himself. He browsed through the weapons, finding it rather hard.

"Nope, not that one, not that one, not th--The hell's that?" He saw a sword--actually, not a sword. It was like the handle of a sword, but instead of one, there were two blades sticking out of it. It reminded him of some movie he used to watch. Strangely, there were two brown scabbards hanging next to the strange sword, decorated with many jewels and seemingly made out of some type of metal.

"Wow, your family's really amazing, Celeste." He first took the two scabbards and looked at them, seeing a hook with a button on each one. He pressed the buttons, and parts of the hooks moved back in to itself. He placed them on to the loops on his pants at his sides. He took the weapon, holding it with both his hands. He gave it a twirl, and saw that it was nearly his height. "Whoa, pretty dangerous...I like it." He noticed a black line in the middle. He touched it, and realized it wasn't a line, it was a crack. He put the pieces together(no pun intended)and realized why there were two sheathes.

He gently pulled the two swords. Nope. He pulled harder. Still nothing. This time, he twisted both sections in opposite directions, which worked. Then, he pulled, and what was once a two-bladed sword was now individual swords. "Now this is awesome!" He placed his swords in to his scabbards, and looked around to see what weapons that the others had retrieved.

 

Alastair didn’t say anything, he simply entered the room and picked a small handgun for himself, along with a combat knife as a backup, it’s all he would need. “We can’t linger, they will be after us in no time and this time there won’t be anyone protecting us” Alastair said to Kendric “That women will hunt us down relentlessly, trust me on that. If it comes down to it, I will hold them off while you all escape” he added as he thought of what to do next. “We need to get to the surface, that obvious, we are probably already the most wanted people in all three countries. What we need to do is vanish for a while, everyone will be after us and most of them probably won’t want to listen and surrendering to them would be more dangerous than running, we need to split up, and we need leverage” Alastair said as he paced back and forth, trying to think of what they could use, he stopped after a few minutes “The stone thing” he said quietly “We can use it.”

 

Xane stood in awe at the room full of weapons. He had deal with weapons before, but nothing of these designs. They were certainly majestic looking, and ancient as well.

"These are of Abelard design!! Some of these... This one! That! And! And This! These are Abelard weapons!!"

He looked over toward Celeste, who walked over to a weapon which was fairly large looking to him, and picked it up. Note to self, do not get on her bad side with that weapon, Xane thought, making sure not to say it out loud. He was afraid of getting on the wrong side of that weapon, and he wasn't sure he wanted to see how it worked first-hand. As Celeste picked out her weapon, Xane also noticed a few other students grabbing some weapons for themselves and he wondered if he could find anything useful.

Just as he thought it, Xane noticed a nice Katana on a shelf near him. It wasn't anything fancy, but it had a eloquent design to it. He had trained before with his father with plenty of swords, but this one seemed different. He couldn't explain it, but the sword just seem..."right" for him. He picked it up and unsheathed it, taking a long look at the blade. It was the simplest blade ever, but it also seemed like it wouldn't break to anything, as well as be able to cut anything with the right wielder. He knew this was the weapon he wanted and tied it to his waist. He walked around with it, like he would with new shoes to see if it fit fine, and it didn't bother him one bit.

Xane smiled, happy he was able to find such a fine weapon and quietly praised the designer, "This weapon is great. I couldn't ask for anything better." He thanked whoever made it and wondered what the next move would be. They were inside a room with weapons, 4 teachers that were after them outside, and all of this seemed over their heads. He hoped they would get out of this without harm, or at the very least, he hoped he could help everyone, just like his father.

 

Berial wandered through the tunnel with the group and paused at the dead end, ruffling his hair with his hand. He studied the area and noticed the room was central to all the tunnels, watching the other students enter. The young man looked over his shoulder back to where they entered to make sure the teachers didn't follow them. It'd only be a matter of time before the spell that stopped them broke anyway. The situation the students were in was insane. Selected randomly for a field trip, the President had been assasinated, and their teachers had attacked them. Now students were desperately using their powers only to lead them into some odd cave. It all confused Berial, he hadn't planned for much more than to sit in a fancy chair and to sleep through the events. Oh well, all that mattered now was staying alive...and making sure his brother did too.

Lucas looked around in despair, sure the teachers would burst from the tunnels at any moment. They'd be able to see now, leaving nothing to hold them back from tearing the students to shreds. He felt his chest tighten again and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "We should be fine..." He mumbled.

Berial heard a tapping noise against the stone and looked up to see the one from before, Kendric, tampering with the wall. He personally thought it was of no use but was bewildered when he saw the wall open and push through like a door. He looked back at his brother, and made a beckoning motion with his hand before walking into the room. What he saw was...odd. It was an armory of sorts. The weapons were varied though...from many different eras and designs. From ancient looking basic swords to the most modern and futuristic looking technology. Which is when Berial saw it. Not just saw...locked eyes on it. The sword was the exact same as the blueprints he'd seen his father parade through his home. The same sword whose prototypes he'd held and the same sword which his father proclaimed as his life's work.

Lucas noticed his brother's signal and tapped Rogan on the shoulder to follow him. "Maybe it's a way out?" He offered. Lucas entered shyly and gawked when he saw the weapons. His father was a weapons dealer, so he was no stranger to the sight, but it was almost like a museum. There were weapons of styles he had never seen before. He ran his finger along a pistol-like weapon and touched a bow, but couldn't decide. Hell, should he decide? For all he knew, these weapons were cursed and just a ploy by the teachers to draw the students in for easy killing. But he dispelled this thought when he looked over and saw his brother becoming acquainted with the sword he knew to be his father's design. He looked at the weapon under Berial's sword and saw it as another Di' Marze design, probably for him, but he denied it. He had always gotten the scraps and leftovers, the things that weren't good enough for Berial. Today was the day Lucas cut his own path.

Berial walked up to the sword, dumbfounded to say the least, and studied it. It was all the aspects from the concepts and more. The hilt had a grip meant for a personal, barehanded approach and had a spot for the finger where the sword intook readings that ran straight toward the...guages. The guages had meters that would then determine the physical output of its Biokinesis-using wielder. Further along was a small piston block with would run the vibrating of the blade for the "chainsaw" effect his father talked about. The blade itself was sharp and black at the edge. Berial reached awkwardly, hesitating with his hand, and grasped the sword, pulling it off of the hooks where it laid. The sword had some weight to it, he'd have to get used to that. He placed his finger in the space on the hilt and nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the whir of the machinery. The meter ticked but remained at zero, awaiting input. Looking from side to side, Berial nervously used some of his power. The feeling of five times the strength jolted through his body. Immediately the sword's engine purred and the black edge vibrated quickly. The boy smirked and swung the sword downward, sawing against the ground and sending sparks flying before taking his finger off the panel and twirling the sword in a flourish. "This will do very nicely."

Lucas walked to the opposite end of the wall and saw the weapon he had to have. On the surface it was a normal shortsword, but it was a bit longer and royal in design. The crossguard was styled to be a scarab and there was an emerald in the center of the hilt that seemed to resonate with Lucas. The blade had a perfect amount of curve, almost like a katana. He first took the scabbard placed underneath the sword and worked it into his belt, then grabbed the blade by the hilt and was surprised by how lightweight it was. Lucas never really handled weapons but felt at home with this one. He did a few awkward practice swings but thought of something else, a use that might suit him better. With heavy concentration, he let go of the sword but with all his might, and Psychokinesis, willed it to stay suspended in air. With a grunt of effort and a flick of the wrist, he sent the blade flying into the stone wall. Lucas smiled at his little flash of ingenuity and yanked the sword out of the wall, placing it into the scabbard after a few tries.

 

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Artan sat there blankly, him staring off into the distance. He had barely just registered that Grace had appeared, let alone the things she was doing or the words she was saying. Yet slowly he came into focus, him looking up to her with a shocked expression. "Gr-Grace..." Without a second thought, his weak legs dragged him off of the floor to stumble and quake as he made his way over to her. His expression still appeared distant, yet this time that mask was cracking and crumbling into the fresh and raw emotions that were sadness and despair. "Grace!"

Almost lunging forward, likewise as to how Grace had done to him, Artan wrapped his arms around Grace in a tight hug. He couldn't believe he had just up and left her like that to fend for herself. "I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry... Please forgive me... Please forgive me Grace..." He muttered, burying his head into her as he spoke, his parting adjusting to the center of his head. "I wasn't thinking... I just had to escape! I panicked! ...I'd never do that again..."

 

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Sora's eyes looked at the walls like a cat staring at a window. Her curiosity was overwhelming her. Without even responding to any of what the others were saying. She walked in and looked at all the weapons scattered around. They were old yet felt right to be in their arms. "Lets see. I My magic is Biokenesis. I should probably use something that will make my punches stronger." She looked around at the items on the ground. Swords, maces, staves, and much much more. She looked over to the corner of her eye and saw some gauntlets. They were silver and had a large spike on each knuckle. "I think this should do. I should grab one of these staves for Zillia too." she said while grabbing one she thought Zillia would be fond of.

Speaking of Zillia, she had awoken from the spell that was cast on her. She looked around and noticed that she was on Kendric's shoulder. A red blush came across her face as she jumped off of him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorrryy." She plead as she was bowing to him. She then stood up and looked around the room noticing everyone was safe as well as the weapons people were grabbing. She saw Sora and looked away in disappointment in herself.

She was looking at her gauntlets with great joy and noticed that Zillia has awaken. He expression grew tears as she ran over and hugged her. "I thought you were going to be taken completely by that spell."
Zillia stood there still in depression of what happened.
"Zillia, are you okay?" Sora said looking up at her with tear filled eyes.
She began to speak in a soft tone. "There is a hatred in me that I haven't been able to shake. Back when I was a child, a shapeshifter had murdered my parents. I had a sister too. She was far too young to remember the incident. Ever since that point though, I have wanted to put to death every single shapeshifter alive on this world. Most of them have shown nothing but darkness in their souls. I hate people like them." She clenched her fists tightly from the reminder of that experience.
Sora looked at her and held her tighter. "It must have been so hard for you all this time. Holding everything in all this time."
Zillia looked at her in shock. She was amazed that Sora did not see her as a heartless demon. "I-its been rough..." She noticed the staff Sora placed next to her before the compassionate hug. "Is this mine. It's beautiful." Staves were a good way of channeling the dark and light abilities people of her type. It was, well.... basically the staff in the photo that is to the right of this. Yeah, breaking the fourth wall, deal with it.

 

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Rogan looked around the room, seeing all the weapons there. Nearby, a girl commented that many of them were designed by her family, and Lucas followed his brother before walking off to find a weapon of his own.
They had to be prepared, after all. They had to be able to defend themselves when their teachers attacked, because they were going to attack. After everything the students had seen, there was no way they were going to be allowed to escape in peace.
But Rogan didn't particularly like weapons. They were much too cumbersome. Of course, he had never bothered with practice; three-thousand years of peace seemed like a good enough excuse. He hadn't seen the point in being well-versed in weaponry. If he had planned to become a monster fighter, maybe, but that had never been a career Rogan thought he would enjoy.
But back to the question of how to defend himself. He couldn't handle a sword or anything like that, and guns were too dangerous; Rogan had never had good aim. He would probably shoot one of the other students if he tried to use one. And some of these weapons, Rogan didn't even know what they were. Like that large thing the girl whose family had made these weapons was holding. He had no idea what it could be.
Looking around the pile of weapons, Rogan spotted a small hilt lying near the outskirts of the pile. That didn't make any sense, all the weapons here seemed to be in good condition. Why would a broken weapon be left here? Rogan knelt down and picked it up, noticing a small switch where his thumb rested. Curious, he switched it on.
A bright blade shot out of the hilt, and Rogan saw that it wasn't broken, it was actually a retractable dagger.
Just like cat's claws, he thought with a smile. This wasn't too troublesome, it was light and easy to handle, and then when he wasn't using it, he could just retract the blade and keep it in his pocket.
Now armed somewhat, Rogan walked over to stand by Lucas. "Well," he said. "Some field trip this turned out to be."

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"Oh, good, weapons!" Alayah said when they got into the room. "Now we can defend ourselves!" Wasting no time, she ran up to the pile and started rooting through the weapons there. Unlike her brother, she had always found such things fascinating, and trained with all sorts of weapons just for the fun of it. She knew what she liked and what to look for.
Her grandfather had a special gun, one made of a specially engineered metal that could focus Aether from the wielder and channel it into the bullets. He had let her use it sometimes when she practiced, under his supervision of course. He said that it was the handiest thing he'd ever had, because as an elemental mage, you could pour the elements into the weapon and launch them along, doing twice the damage.
Alayah looked around until she spotted a gun in the back, not a very big one, just a small hand-gun. But it was made of the familiar material, like a dark silver, giving a rather oily appearance. Going over, she picked it up and let a little electrical current through her hand, pouring it into the weapon. She could feel the energy stored there, and smiled. This would do nicely.

 

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Ayer was happy to have been reunited with the girls, it making him glad that they were all safe and well. He had been so worried about them and now seeing them again was enough to but him back at ease. In this mess, all that mattered to him was to be able to protect them at this point. Not much else was running through his mind, the quickness of what happened was keeping him from really trying to makes sense of everything. There was really not point to it after all, because there was no reasoning with them for sure.​

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However, his thoughts moved away from that as he witnessed the wall opening, walking to it and looking about. He was glad to see that all the other students were able to get away as well and we completely safe and sound. Almost instantly his went to the various weapons that were in the room, wonder what would there be so many in here of all places. This day was surely becoming rather more crazy yet interesting at the same time.​

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He turned back to Angela, noticing she was a bit concerned, figuring it must be for her friend. He took a quick look around, figuring she must have ended up in this large group. His attention then went back to the weapons before looking over to Kendric, sensing that he felt like a bit of a leader. "So, um, what do you believe this means? Would it be alright for us to take these in order to defend ourselves for when they come after us again? Or would we be in even bigger trouble if we took them?"​

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Grace was surprised by how suddenly Artan had hugged her, it being something they rarely ever did, more so on his part. But she didn't bother pushing him away like she would anyone else. She was happy that he was fine after all and this kind of felt like a sense of comfort for both of them she was sure. "It's okay. You don't need to worry. I'm fine fending for myself. But I appreciate that you apologize."​

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Yet, she pushed him back as she head the wall opening, preparing to fight if it happened to be an enemy. At this point, she wasn't really willing to trust anyone, especially any adults. But she blinked in confusion as she saw that the other students had all gathered once again, piling into a kind of weapon room. "This is so weird. What kind of person designs a building like this?!" She crossed her arms, pouting as she took a few steps in.​

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She instantly looked to where the others were, seeing that a lot of the weapons looked so old and ancient and making her wonder why anyone would keep such trash around. "Can you believe this? Why would we end up here of all places?" She looked back to Artan, gesturing her head over to the room. "Some help these things would be. For all we know, they could easily fall apart. I mean, some of them look like their good and useful. But I don't think there's enough of those to really go around if we take them. So it's basically just a waste for them to be here in the first place."

She grabbed his arm, pulling him inside with her as the wall closed up behind them again. 'Well, at least now we know the teachers won't find us so easily.' ​

 

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Lucas heard Rogan approach him as he was sheathing his sword and turned to face him. "Yeah, this was definitely...something." He looked around at the others scouring the weapons for what they wanted and becoming acquainted with the new armaments. He stole a glance at Berial, noticing him testing the new sword. Before his mind could conjure a sad thought, he shook his head. He had started his own path now. He was past the envy and longing. He looked over at Rogan, noticing the small dagger. "I'm guessing you're not too fond of weapons, Rogan?"