[color=BC8F8F][b]"You know, its so weird, I was just about to say that this is the perfect kind of place to ambush somebody."[/b][/color] Maisy said as she was dragged by her armpits, not putting up much of a fight. Not like her noodle arms were gonna be knocking out a bunch of duelinquents, especially with both behind her back. [color=BC8F8F][b]"Like, the lighting is real dark, you can hide a bunch of guys in here, you know, for high schoolers, you guys are really good at this ambushing stuff,"[/b][/color] she said, nodding slightly in confirmation of her own statement, unable to see SHIT with her "disguise" still on. [color=BC8F8F][b]"Well, as long as we don't panic, we'll be juuuuust fi-"[/b][/color] Maisy said, suddenly stopping as her eyes went wide. There was something, deep within the core of her being, deep within, the feeling of a connection with a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hwues9rwAIY]force beyond any sense of reckoning.[/url]

Her mind took her to a place surrounded in warmth, the smell of lavender gently floating on the breeze as all creation swept by. Time, space, the confines of physics and reality meant nothing in the wake of the presence she felt, like an encapsulating emotion more than a physical tangible thing. For of course, he was not something tangible. Not something to be touched or to be spoken to or to even be seen, and yet the latter was what he desired most. One wheel, one hand to the sky, and one overwhelming engine roaring the coming of the king. And he was also really, really handsome. Like, damn. Jack had abs that could grind meat. Oh and he was also shirtless. At least in Maisy's head. 

Her Jack-visions fading, Maisy shorted back to reality. She got like that whenever there was something super Jack-Atlasy in a 1000 mile radius. Letting out a deep breath, Maisy let reality settle back in, the Jack Waves passing. [color=BC8F8F][i]"Can't be him. Everyone knows the King needs his beauty rest. He even said it in an interview."[/i][/color] she thought to herself, wishing she could pat her cheeks to wake herself up, if not for her hands being tied.

...Oh wait, that's right, creepy leader guy was a thing. Balling her hands into fists as she realized that this was the kind of guy that you definitely didn't wanna wear a skirt around, Maisy was really glad that she was wearing pants. Sighing, Maisy looked over to Nathaniel and gave a wry smile, before saying: [color=BC8F8F][b]"Even I wouldn't buy that one. I TOLD you all we should have worn purple t-shirts and just said our uniforms were in the laundry."[/b][/color] as if that would have been any more believable. [color=BC8F8F][b]"Oh yeah, if we're here, then who's making sure that she isn't going to turn in the camera if we don't come back?"[/b][/color] she said, thinking that maybe the idea of false, yet totally possible evidence existed that could be presented to the teachers on where they were, as a means of either escape, or to psych out the leader during the duels. Despite being goofy, Maisy wasn't AS dumb as she let on. A fake back-up plan was better than no-back-up plan.