Devika left class and went to an isolated part of campus, where there was grass, trees, and not much else. She'd pulled up emotions for the fight that hadn't happened, and now she had to get rid of them safely. She inhaled and exhaled in the familiar steady pattern, and let the fear and sadness drift out of her like petals on a breeze. Once she felt back to normal, she flopped back into the grass and sighed.

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Kijani headed out of the class, her mind spinning with thoughts of the talent show. She could perform a dance; that would be easy to put together on short notice. Perhaps she could get her groove back. She grabbed a quick lunch to go from the cafeteria, and ate it on the way back to her room. When she neared her door, she saw a package sitting there. It was fairly long, and rectangle shaped. "Huh. I don't remember ordering anything." Balancing her food on top of the package, she headed inside and set everything down, exhaling slowly in relief as she kicked off her shoes. "Let's see here." She checked the package for info- it had her name and the school's address, but no return address to be seen. "Hm..." She opened it up carefully, and nearly dropped it when she saw what was inside.

Her sword lay neatly nestled in it's scabbard, carefully set between foam bricks to keep it from moving. Inside was a piece of paper. With shaking fingers, she reached for it, and read what was there. 

[i]You'll be needing this. -A[/i]

Trying to ignore the way her insides had gone cold, she set the note aside and took out her sword, unsheathing it and examining it carefully. It was well shined, oiled, clean, in the same condition she'd left it in before...

Pain shot across her torso, and she flinched. Kijani had to hang her head and struggle to get her breath back together. Suddenly the room was too small, too suffocating. She hastily put her shoes back on, grabbed her bag, and rushed out to get air back into her lungs.