[b][i]Box 23 - Varren Yinyues & Rei Mavan[/i][/b]

The blinding light which has abruptly enveloped the duos which had formed was manageable.  It wasn’t exactly blinding, nor did it have a burning sensation.  It was just a little annoying, like the morning sun creeping through window shades.  Or maybe it only appeared to be registered by his high in low brightness because of how tightly his hands were cupped over his eyes.  Varren was just too noble to admit to being bested by source of light.  Sure, his mother or younger friends were explainable, and honestly overpowering by default.  The boy remembered being sized up by a woman roughly his size before the witch with void-panties casted her vibrant spell on the student body.  Whoever she was, she had a cut of paper crumpled into her hand and was slowly advancing on the boy before the events which led up to present time.  Speaking of which, when the boy leviated his arms to his sides.  Followed by a few blinks as his eyes adjusted to the change in light, he began to glance around the blank box.  He had a quizzical expression on his face with a tinge of worry, yet was overall intrigued with the walling system.  Out of boredom, he began to limply swing his arms from side to side as he prospected his surroundings.    It was very bland, as the interior designer, which he presumed was the witch, had to mass-produce these encasements on the fly.  

[b][i]”Wonder if we can customize these somehow… That’d be cool~!  Maybe there’s a hidden switch, or a hologram console.  Oh, maybe it’s one of those puzzles where I have to press the correct puzzle piece.”[/i][/b] Regardless of his predicament, he was still acting like a young individual, not considering his safety or the problem at hand by the slightest.  Instead Varren was more preoccupied with trying to figure out what his objective was.  [i]”Shouldn’t I have somebody else in this room…?  Quite sure my number was issued to another student.  Maybe they’re invisible, or super teeny weeny, and I need a microscope.  Perhaps they’re the box themselves?  The possibilities are endless.”[/i] The boy seemed to be lost within his train of sporadic and irrational thought.  If he had had his rifles on him, he would have already blown a hole through the side of the cube.  Yet one thing was obvious; There had to be another individual present.  The boy held his hands out and began to walk forward, trying to see if he would either collide with something or hear a fateful cry proceeded by a [i]crunch[/i] sound.  While he was blindly advancing, Varren suddenly bumped into something… softy.  Even a little squishy.  After taking a few steps back from the unforseeable company, he suddenly jutted his finger in the general direction of Rei, [b][i]”Either I just bumped into something which I’ll get smacked for, or you have a super duper big triple-quadruple chin!”[/i][/b]