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[Akroma]

"Oh nobody here is bullying anyone. If you have any troubles, you can always come to me."

[SOLDIER First]

_{"She's kind of a dick, actually."}

[Sanure]

"That's hard to believe." She says to the teacher before shrugging Emmett's hand away.

[SOLDIER First]

Emmett snaps his fingers and points finger guns at her, but stays where he is.

[Akroma]

"Oh you can believe it! I was bullied too, odd, I know."

[Sanure]

"..." Sighing at the stupidity appearing once more, She returns to reading her book.

[Akroma]

The bell rang soon after, releasing the group from the uncomfortable, violating clutch of stupidity. Soon, they would delve into the occult again.

What remained was Felicia, who had yet to choose a club.

[SOLDIER First]

Emmett stays vageuly near Christina.

[kj1225]

Oceanus shows up at the club room just as the last bell rings. If anything he's punctual dammit.

[Adragis]

Emmett stays vageuly near Christina.

today, he was HER wheelchair
Christina goes on down to the club room at her own pace.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

okay school gets out around....now I-i think?
Oliver lays back in the hospital bed....waiting.
Dammit try to think of something and y-you won't notice the pain Oliver come on Oliver it's just a burn a weak godamn burn I'm better then it.

[SOLDIER First]

Emmett does, indeed, make an excellent piggyback carrier.
Emmett follows.

[Kansa]

Elise headed down towards the club, fiddling with her hands as she moved silently through the crowds.

[Akroma]

Oceanus finds Morgana in a valley of books, reading deliriously through, so it appears, two of them at once, while keeping about six of them opened for referances. Notes and hasty scribbles lined every inch of the floor, connected through marker lines, like a spider weaving it's web with not silk, but madness. Some of the books, some in languages Oceanus didnt even recognise, had picture of ghosts, others of a particular, religious sigil of heavy portents. Dark shadows lined her eyes, though wide awake and focused. a slight smell in the air, and the obvious fact that she was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday when they parted made clear she was here all night, needing neither sleep nor nourishment, but just information to keep her going.

[Sanure]

Felicia begins looking for the most strangest happenings going on. She also looks for someplace spooky to look.