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[color 33ec06]Marcus[/color] | [color=cyan]Sander[/color] | [color=a2d9ce]Callan Webb[/color] | [color=red]Christopher Francis[/color] | [color=662d91]Kusari Bloodworth[/color] 

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Marcus allowed himself to be led back to the rest of the group, arriving just in time to see one of the kids stab himself in the arm. He stood in the doorway for a moment, unsure of whether or not he should actually step in, before a sharp shove from behind informed him that he was, in fact, in the right place at the right time.

The kid’s blood vaporized, spreading throughout the room like some weird fog, but Marcus could feel the bones in his arm knit back together as he breathed it in. There was a little bit of a sickening sound; the sound of bone grinding against bone as it forcibly moved into place to set correctly, but by the time it was done, his arm felt fine. He gave it a few test bends to make sure, humming in surprise.

He avoided crowding the miraculous healing boy, instead grabbing a seat and a drink and looking over some of the monitors. There were some scenes that he’d caught out of the corner of his eye; Angel vs Chris and Callan vs Sander, and there was the little matchup between him and Kusari.

And then there was something else. A screen which caused Marcus to nearly spit his drink. He looked at the screen for a few moments, before turning to the offended party incredulously.

[i]SANDER[/i] 

Grabbing a pretzel off the table and carefully aiming it, he winged the snack at Sander's head, guesturing at the screen when the boy inevitably glared at him. The screen which currently showed Sander, nekkid as the day he was born (plus shoes), facing off against his roommate.

"[color 33ec06]Hey Count Chocula - what the actual SHIT am I looking at, here?[/color]"

The food item bounced harmlessly off Sander’s forehead, but the impact was enough to nudge the dozing boy awake. His eyes blinked open to a very enraged Marcus, and he just stared on for a few moments in utter confusion, before following the scarred boy’s hand to a nearby monitor. It showed his encounter with Siena, and he narrowed his eyes as he searched his memory for a reason for Marcus’ rage. Did he hurt the girl in anyway? Not that he could recall. 

[i]Oh[/i]. The upper cut to the chin. But was that even him? His eyes flitted nervously between Marcus and Siena’s form in the corner. 

“[color=cyan]I’m sorry.[/color]”- He stood up from his seat, the damp towel falling off his shoulders as he did –“[color=cyan]Did I break anything?[/color]” 

"[color 33ec06]Besides her fragile maiden's heart? Hard to tell. WHY ARE YOU NAKED IN THIS MONITOR?[/color]" Marcus said, his tone changing from rage to an angry confusion. His eyes also flitted to where she lie unconscious. He didn't know how she got to that state, but since she didn't appear to have any obvious marks on her, and since he hadn't seen anything to indicate brutality on the monitors, he wasn't upset about that.

“[color=cyan]Oh.[/color]”- Sander mumbled simply, seemingly noticed his indecency just now. That was not appropriate, of course, to be fighting naked. He had forgot that –“[color=cyan]I’m sorry. I just—Someone took my clothes.[/color]”

"[color 33ec06]I...huhwha-?[/color]" Marcus said, all of the steam immeditely rushing out of his one-sided argument and leaving him there, speechless, absolutely dumbfounded.

"[color 33ec06]Somebody...took...your clothes.[/color]" he said, repeating the sentence a couple more times to himself.

“[color=cyan]Y-Yeah. Someone took my clothes.[/color]”-Sander ran fingers through his hair once, then resumed gripping his upper arms. [i]Don’t.[/i] He turned his gaze toward Siena again, his mind kept playing the feather-light touch of flesh on repeat. Once invoked, his guilt was…persistent. At the corner of his vision, he could catch glimpses of a monitor playing the footage of him slamming his fist again and again on Callan’s face. He chose to look away.

Marcus sighed to himself. One long breath as he placed his palm against his forehead and shook his head back and forth. Someone had taken his clothes; what was so hard to understand about that? He sat for a moment, lost in thought, trying to find the right words to say, before he looked back at Sander. This time when he spoke, it was cool and collected.

"[color 33ec06]Alright. Sander. Buddy. Someone took your clothes. I can understand that I guess. But let's consider one thing here: She's one of my roommates. I would very much like to keep both of my roommates in one piece - kind of my peroggative at this point.[/color]" he said, listing off every fact. Hell, at this point Callan and Siena were his closest friends, and well on their ways to becoming the closest thing to family he had here. As such, they fell within the 'little brother futily try and protect' range. The 'big tough sibling defense team' was not something he was super used to. Max had never really needed his help, much the opposite usually, but he felt the need to at least stand up for his roommates, even though he was positive Callan wouldn't need it.

"[color 33ec06]Today you've flashed your goods at one, and chomped into the other like a goddamn Slim-Jim. I don't even know how that happened - like, were you trying to grab her flags with your teeth? But that's not the point. Is there any chance we can maybe, [i]not[/i] do those things in the future?[/color]" he said, resuming his palm to its position on his face.

Callan's pity party for her lost dignity was interrupted by a familiar voice's elevated shouting near the back corner. Something about someone being naked on the monitor. Oh, [i]God.[/i] Peeking through the crevice formed by her arm again, she listened to the exchange, wide-eyed and utterly mortified.

Sander stayed silent in the face of Marcus’ accusations, but that was what he always did, really –“[color=cyan]I’m sorry.[/color]”-He said again, as if repetition would give the words meaning. Yet, he made no promises –“[color=cyan]Yeah. I will…do the best that I can.[/color]”

Chris looked up from his book, just as he had gotten comfortable, there was a commotion of who he could hear that troublesome vampire and that Marcus character. Normally he had no interest in the matter, but with such a commotion going on of his former opponents, Chris had felt some obligation. Having set his book down by Siena's bedside, he had stood upright and adjusted his winter jacket. After he let out an audible sigh Chris approached the two conversing students. "Hey." His tone was a bit grumpy, but mostly calm. However within a short pause he had given a short glare at Sander. The stare however was broken with another sigh. "You fought well Sander, I saw the camera angles too. Just....keep your clothes on next time."

Sander turned sharply when he recognized the second voice, his body tensed –“[color=cyan]Uh…Yeah.[/color]”-He mumbled at Chris’ comment, the tension never left his shoulder –“[color=cyan]I’ll try.[/color]”

Marcus sighed again, turning his attention back to the screens and muttering something about "[color 33ec06]...just took his clothes. Obviously[/color]" to himself. There was no point in pushing the issue anymore; what had happened was done, and Callan was a big girl and could take care of herself if Sander chomped her again. And Siena...Siena could probably handle him if things went poorly too, depending on what name she took. Hell, he was probably the only one who couldn't do anything about Sander.

[color=662d91]"Stop lying."[/color] Kusari suddenly spoke up, having been quiet since she came back to the room. While Marcus confronted Sander, she was watching the screens. She turned her eyes to Sander, her face rife with disgust. [color=662d91]"You [i]bit[/i] Callan. And you weren't even trying to take her flags. What part of pounding on her face fit into this test's objectives? You know you'll do it again too, don't you?."[/color] Kusari pinched the bridge of her noise, and let out a heated breath. [color=662d91]"At this point I can't even be mad at you. These idiots don't seem to care that you have next to no control over yourself."[/color] She took a seat and munched on a cookie in annoyance. She could go on, but she didn't see the point.

Sandet let out a faint breath, his fingers twitched, but he kept the white knuckled grip on his arms –“[color=cyan]Yeah,[/color]”-Once again, he didn’t offer any resistance to the accusations. Because really, what could he say to the truth? He, of all people, knew who he was, and he held no illusion about the world they lived in. These people didn’t care if he could lose control. In fact, they preferred it that way. Zhang told him as much; they didn’t want him, they wanted the monster. All he could really do was making sure it wouldn’t be all he was –“[color=cyan]I’m trying, Kusari.[/color]”

Kusari took another cookie, and bit into it.  [color=662d91]"Uh huh.."[/color] She simply responded.

Sander simply let his gaze lingered on his roommate for a few more brief seconds, before sitting back down. Only then did he notice the mound of blanket in front of him. He took a moment to give Christmas an appreciative nod, then leaned on the blanket pile, once again drifting among his thoughts.

Relieved to see things hadn't escalated, Callan relaxed and looked away. Had the conversation not ended as quickly as it did, she knew she would've had to get involved. Kusari's remarks alone almost had her out of her seat. She didn't like people fighting her battles for her.  She could handle things herself-- now more than ever. Additionally, most people who tried, no matter how well-meaning, had the nasty habit of assuming she was more upset about things than she really was. In Sander's case, however, she sensed there was something else going on. Coupled with Kusari's biting tone, she mulled over the words in her mind. [i]'No control'....[/i]

Lily's head was still filled with thoughts of crammed beds and small spaces when the voices around her snapped her out of it. Their words barely registered to her but she looked from Marcus to Sander anyway, wondering what had happened to all of them. She finally glanced over to the monitors, something probably only she could overlook and blinked at the images there. The little game they played was apparently more brutal than she could ever imagine. While she had been ecstatic about Siena's teleporting abilities... [color=lightcoral][i]Siena![/i][/color] she thought happily as she looked around, trying to find where the brown haired girl was. When her eyes fell on her unconscious form, she frowned. What happened to her? 

Before she could go to Siena, Chris' last few words distracted her. Keep your clothes on next time? Did anyone strip during the game? Her head whipped back to the monitors and saw exactly what Chris meant. She averted her gaze from the monitor and looked towards Sander again. Did he need to get naked for his powers to work? She would have asked him then and there but their voices didn't exactly sound welcoming. Or should she still ask? As she thought about that, her mind once again shifted gears, turning its attention back to the other healer. Her eyes sought him out. As soon as she located Christmas, she stood up and made her way towards him.

Without having anything else to say, Chris left the group and returned to the seat by Siena's bedside. He had picked up his book to continue reading the next paragraph he left off on.