[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/3Vx41Nb.gif[/img] [hider=Losers][img]http://i.imgur.com/5xDrqTO.gif[/img][/hider] [/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=silver]π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / π•Œπ•Šπ”Έβ„π•€π•ƒβ„• 𝔼𝕒𝕀π•₯ / / π•Šπ•–π•”π•¦π•£π•šπ•₯π•ͺ 𝕆𝕦π•₯𝕑𝕠𝕀π•₯: 𝕆𝕓𝕀𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ β„π• π• π•ž 𝟚 / / ~πŸ™πŸ πŸ˜πŸ›[/color][/center][hr] [color f7976a]"Not good,"[/color] Fredric mumbled to himself as he watched the game start. Gregory's opener had kicked the most volatile participant into high gear, but the Director's orders had been clear: the game proceeds unless someone dies or tries to escape. At the onset, he had already motioned for several of the guards to escort the barely responsive Christmas down to the location, around the same moment Hazel had broken Gregory's legs in retaliation. Now he was just watching for someone to paralyze-- He let out a low whistle at Determination's torpedo through the roof. [color f7976a]"There's an entrance."[/color] The second group lacked--severely so--the mostly good-natured humor of the first set and Fredric thought back to similar exercises with Shane's group, where most of them had taken it as a fun bit of sport, and even when Shane could have easily encased his flags in crystal and lifted himself well out of reach, the mage hadn't, because that wasn't the point. Well, not the point until Decker had snapped red threads along the floor onto Shane's pants and then pulled them together. But he and Rosa had both warned the Director about this: this group wasn't as familiar with each other yet; they couldn't be trusted to maintain any semblance of sportsmanship. She needed more visual confirmation of data without risking the new students against threats they were woefully ill-prepared to fight, but she had also needed them in terms of a mock combat scenario. This had been an attempt to compromise on the matter, but even then the students were effectively losing their minds over it. [color f7976a]"Oh, boy, that's another one down and out."[/color] On the screens, Zoe dropped to the floor beside an unconscious Gregory and Fredric's phone buzzed with a call from Rosa. [color f7976a]"I know, I know,"[/color] he picked up the device, already guessing her complaints and letting her go on with them for a moment. [color f7976a]"Yup, I've got Mr. Halvost on the way, Daisy, don't fret."[/color] [color f7976a]"Holy shit."[/color] Rosa's reaction on the other end was almost exactly the same as a large chunk of the building slid clean off and pandemonium broke out. He looked through the screens, watching everything feverishly to check for casualties and more than a little relieved when Ernie's durability dampened the fall for Savannah and Emma's summons did the same. But that kind of display was almost exactly what the Director wanted, so he held off on knocking Hazel out, the girl providing one of the most concrete displays of marked improvement in just three days. [color f7976a]"No, of course I--[i]what is he doing[/i]--out."[/color] Brent knocked out next to Hazel this time and the noises on the other end of the line increased in speed and volume. [color f7976a]"Daisy, Daisy, please. My ears. I know, yes, I know, but they'll be fine. The healer's on the way--"[/color] He kept an eye on the screens as Ernie and Savannah retrieved Sophia while Lawrence bunkered down near the four unconscious students. Had to give the veteran props for remaining calm in spite of the chaos around him, making a mental note to refer Lawrence for a potential staff mage position if the Director didn't have alternative plans for the group. They needed more calm heads on shoulders around the place--calm heads that weren't brutally unsympathetic either. At the very least, the Director would have the visuals she needed, but Fredric couldn't help but think she was pushing the kids too far. Ruthless and terrifyingly efficient when she wanted something done, but she lacked empathy--except where she feigned it. She hadn't always been like that, but Fredric wasn't betting on a return to the past anytime soon. [color f7976a]"Oh!"[/color] Fredric flinched at the blow Allison received, wincing as he tapped the button on his phone's screen that activated Ernie's cuff. The girl's power had shut down Ernie's durability, so the taze went through without any trouble, but Allison's pained gasps in the aftermath and her weak movements had Rosa freaking out on the other end of the line. [color f7976a]"I said he's on the way, Daisy! Calm down!"[/color] The guards moving Christmas to the building confirmed with him, just as Hazel woke up and downed the last members of the opposite team ([color f7976a]"Girl's a damn machine..."[/color]), that they were near the game's location and Fredric sent out orders to the soldiers already on site to begin extracting the remaining students from the building. [color f7976a]"Carefully, by the way. Two of them's trashed the house quite magnificently,"[/color] he added, a quiet growl of a sigh escaping his calm veneer. A moment while one of the guards replied and Fredric tapped away at his phone, checking with various personnel for truck-mounted cranes nearby. [color f7976a]"Yeah, go ahead and take one from the nearby construction site,"[/color] he confirmed, ending the call and putting the phone away. He pivoted smoothly on his heels and turned back to face the group gathered in the second observation room, customary grin back on his face. [color f7976a]"Well, then, that was an exciting round!"[/color] A cheery laugh without any substance behind it followed. [color f7976a]"Let me make it official while you guys fill out the evaluation sheets."[/color] A guard picked up the small stack of papers on the front desk and handed them out while another passed out pens to all the students who were still awake. Over at the game's location, a long beep blared from all the cuffs. [color f7976a]"Wow! Talk about a match, huh? That's Victorious Secret's win, but...I don't think it matters too much at this point. Most of you are definitely more concerned about injuries. Don't resist the soldiers. They're gathering you up for the healer."[/color] On cue, soldiers began moving the students together, carrying the ones in easy reach who couldn't move and grouping them at team three's safe point while another one motioned for Lawrence to remain in place with Brent on the building's highest (and mostly decimated) floor. Several minutes later, a group of guards arrived escorting a short, blond boy with a cornflower blue ribbon in his hair who kept his gaze fixed to the ground. One of the soldiers bent down and said something, which seemed to have no effect until the man leaned down further and repeated it again, louder: [color f7976a]"Heal."[/color] Shaking, the boy fumbled for the bandages on his left hand, peeling them off and pressing on the recent cut in his left palm, small whimpers the only indicator he could speak. Red vapor thinned into a white mist that spread slowly around the group of injured students, repairing all the physical damage accrued over the past eight or so minutes and restoring blood lost, though the magic left mental fatigue and exhaustion alone, its effects still unable to catch that much. Everyone was fine now, relatively, but the shimmering veil of mist remained, sliding and shifting around them aimlessly. [color f7976a]"That's enough,"[/color] the same soldier commanded and the effect dissipated, trailing away into light wisps of white before fading completely, leaving only a wounded hand in its wake. A small group of paramedics arrived, cleaning up the students and providing hospital pajamas to the ones who had lost most of their clothes, Fredric's command to hurry leaving them little time to gather clothes from the students' respective rooms. While this proceeded, a truck-mounted, telescoping crane arrived and several soldiers lowered Lawrence carefully to the ground, checking for external injuries and finding none. The crane raised again for another soldier to retrieve Brent, bringing the student down and placing him on a stretcher. The guards near the truck beckoned over the group managing the healer and another bit of white, glassy mist made sure there were no lasting injuries on both Brent and Lawrence. With that, a soldier rewrapped the bandages on the healer's hand and sent Fredric the confirmation that everything was taken care of. As aftercare finished, more guards arrived and the students of the third and fourth teams were escorted back to the security outpost and into their original waiting room while the healer was brought back to the second observation room. Students who were still unconscious or unsteady were taken back on stretchers and lowered into cots that had been set up during the match, a worried Rosa eyeing them carefully as they trudged back in. [color f7976a]"We'll let you go back to your rooms, soon, okay? You guys can wash up in the bathrooms or eat something while you wait."[/color] She tried for a sheepish smile, worry still etched into the furrows of her forehead. [color f7976a]"Just gotta hold on for Freddy to gather up evaluation forms and everyone can go back in a jiffy!"[/color] It was a strain to be positive, but Rosa didn't falter. There were too many depressing things in the world for her to waver. [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center] [hr] [hider=OOC Interaction Tags/Notes] [@Snagglepuss89] [@VarionusNW] [@Lasrever] [@ERode] [@VampireOracle] [@Zombehs] [@GreenGoat] [@Diggerton] [@banjoanjo] [@Baklava] [@RedDusk] [@Piercing Light] [@Dragonmancer] [@Riffus Maximus] [@Deathmyster] [@Chasers115] [@PapiTan] [@Kyrisse] [@January] Remember the groups are still in different observation rooms. Feel free to interact and remember to write up evaluation sheets. Anyone who was hit/grabbed extensively by Hazel woke up clean and wearing generic pajamas. Solid color, pick one if you're describing it. Lily and Xmas did not get eval sheets, since designated "healers" don't need to fill them out. [/hider]