[i][u]Deborah Termellio, Shannon Balore, Jago Javuant, Nicholas Raynor, Henry Olin, Ben & Claire Voss.[/u][/i]

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Something happened at the cafeteria? Hm? What could that [i]possibly[/i] be? Well, that was the question - and Ms. Termellio is going to find the answer. "I don't know what's going on myself, Claire.." Deborah raised a leg, and scratched the back of her calf. But she didn't break eye contact with Claire the whole time. "... But I'm going to find out..." Deborah whipped around and headed out the exit, before coming to a brief stop and turning her head back towards the group. "If anyone wishes to join me...." She asked before continuing. She was followed by Jago and Shannon - since, hell, they didn't have anything better to do.

Nicholas was definitely the first to nod to Deborah. He had been watching these chaotic past moments, and to be honest, getting out of here and checking on the others seemed to feel like the only sane thing to do considering the fact that so much chaos was being caused by -just- staying here. So he quickly got to following Deborah, not quite yet lighting up his flame, especially in the presence of a strange person like Claire who seemed to be able to communicate with Ben and probably others in ways that were quite...invasive, to say the least. He would rather her -not- peek into his mind and find what lied inside.

Ben stopped chasing Jago as Deborah spoke. His eyes made contact with his wife's for a moment, as of they were dicussing something, before he shrugged. He didn't see why not, and if it was an am ambulence like his wife said it was, then they could be of some assistance, potentially. "We're in." Claire stated, crossing her arms. "I'm already soaked anyways." Ben cracked his neck to one side. Two huge leaves crept out of his sleeves. He plucked one and handed it to his wife, who nodded. It wasn't much, but it was something. It was raining sideways out there. Any help was appreciated to her.

It was a short walk to the cafeteria, actually. Since the two locations are relatively close due to a logical design, but what took place outside of it was a sight to behold. As Deborah walked up, her boots sinking into the mud, she watched the scene. There were security guards everywhere! Like what's up? And then they were carting... Oh my God. Her heart sank as a familiar feeling was sent through her body - fear. What they were carting out of there ([b]A dead body - Unknown[/b]). No, did somebody [i]die[/i]? There has to be a logical explaination for this - and she'll be the woman that'll find it. Deborah's steady hawkeyes scanned the scene. Not one detail went over her head, but the problem was that her [i]eyes[/i] couldn't percieve anything that would even hint at who it was. She could try her hearing, but with the mass of chatter, sirens, and the rain hitting the floor, it'd be impossible to discern one sense from one. She was blocking out her own group, and trying to focus on the scene.

Jago stood right next to Deborah, and bent his arm overhead. He created a dark-purple shield overhead that acted as a de-facto umbrella. It was circular and curved enough that any rain that hit it merely fell off. "Yo?" Jago asked his older cousin as she scanned everything like she was god-damn Sherlock. Well, that chick knew more things than Jago did, so it didn't matter. She was going to spout everything in a second... But, aw hell, he couldn't help but give a little bit of attention to the scene. Aw shucks, he was no Deborah, but shit looked [i]preeeetty[/i] grim. Was that a dead guy? Aw shit. Did someone slip and fall on some fucking clam chowder again? Second time this week. These fat fucks need to learn to look down... well, he couldn't blame them because all they'd see is guts!

It was only natural that Shannon takes Deborah's side - with one look at Deborah, she knew her lover was in detective mode. And she couldn't blame her. Something very serious went on here. Whatever it was, Shannon was curious... Did someone die? It wasn't too unexpected, everyone here on this island were a load of apes. All believing they are Superman - or generally just above the rules. Of course, [i]someone[/i] would end a life. She gave the scene a scan of her own as she crossed her arms - after quickly adjusting her spectacles. 

Oh dear Lord, what had just transpired here? His eyes looked at the security guards, and then the thing they were toting ou-wait...that wasn't a thing. That was a person...a dead person. He cringed. Oh dear, this was going to be like one of those horror movies. He frowned, reaching up to his own forehead and placing a small, burning white flame. He would need the morale support to make sure he didn't give into his paranoia tonight, and no doubt, this was his real defense against that. He didn't know for sure if the person was dead or not, just that they weren't moving...and they were being carried out like someone who was dead...

Yep, they were probably dead.

Worst of all, Deborah was beginning to recieve Premonitions again... Bad feelings in her gut that something was bad here. No, it wasn't [i]just[/i] the corpse being carted away... she had the feeling something extremely malicious was at work here - Or, another theory was that it was [i]still here[/i]. Deborah broke her trance for a moment to look around. She felt as if she should leave here fast, but she couldn't. There were too many thoughts running through her head about what happened here to possibly focus - and it all frightened her. There was the dead body. Someone died! Hell, it could be someone she knows. Or, it could... Nicholas's flames managed to allow Deborah to collect herself. She closed her eyes, inhaled, and once she realized everything, she exhaled. 

"Thank you, Nicholas." Deborah quietly said. She looked around, between each and every one of her group. What were they to her? Friends? Lover? Family? Was that all they are to her? The question came into her head because she wasn't sure about their [i]true[/i] nature. While her power can allow her to infer a lot, there was plenty she [i]couldn't[/i] until it was, much, much, too late. Were these people kind, or monsters in the shape of humans? Deborah was certain about where Shannon stood... but everyone else? She met them a few hours ago and never learned what they are in the dark. Deborah tried to push those thoughts out of her head as she focused. Wondering what to do next. "This looks... bad..."

"No shit, Sherlock'." Jago said while he crossed his arms. "Someone dead! Dumbass probably tripped down some steps..." He let out a pttf.

"No, no, no, that's not what I mean." Deborah said. The woman never felt these emotions since the shipwreck - and when they met that man... Luis.... Who the hell was that man, and what is [i]his[/i] true nature? "Something feels very wrong here, strange... like I can't pinpoint what the hell it is, and it's driving me crazy!" Deborah had to stomp her foot into the mud, and splashed it everywhere.

A gentle hand was placed on Deborah's shoulder. It was certainly Shannon's graceful touch. "Look, Debby," She started off as she stared Deborah right in the eye. "You need to calm down and get your thoughts together..." She couldn't say 'It'll be fine' since last time Deborah felt like this, they almost died in the shipwreck [i]and[/i] they met that creep... Boy if he ever shows his face again....

Ben showed his hidden intelligence as they approached, wrapping his arm around his wife and pulling her closer to him to make her feel safer. He was, in a sense, connected to all life as the holy beast of the land incarnate. He was firm yet gentle, and strong but soft. He felt nothing from what was going on around him. It wasn't power related, or maybe it was, but he was put off by the whole event. Normally he'd be making the best of standing in the rain. Splashing people or dancing and just having fun. But... He seemed to sag, and age some as whole. He wasn't himself, and Claire knew it. She was about to speak up, but she shivered. Something was behind her. She turned her head, and yelled in surprise. Pushing Ben away and herself with him. Ben reacted immediately, turning to face whatever set his wife off. What he was greeted by was a huge creature. Many inches taller than himself and no doubt at least double his weight. It rippled with muscle, and was distinctly reptilian. But what stopped him were it's eyes. They were circular and intelligent. Human eyes. Bloodshot, puffy human eyes. "Enjoying the s-show?" Henry questioned in bitter sarcasm, looking over the group, his facial expression softening as it went. From angry to sad in a rainbow of melancholy emotion. "It was Vera." He said 
simply. "...It was Vera." He repeated, his voice much quieter, barley audible over the rain.

Everyone expressed their own version of shock at the revelation.

The one who got it worse had to be Deborah. The second Henry told them what happened, Deborah's eyes widened as her heart raced - it felt like she was being overwhelmed by flight-or-fight instincts. Her eyes darted towards Vera, then back towards Henry. [i]No, power[/i], DON'T [i]tell me it's-[/i] ([b]Vera is deceased[/b]) - "God dammit!" Deborah shouted at the top of her lungs as she dropped to her knees. No matter how hard she'd try to deny it, no matter how hard she tried to think it was a lie, she couldn't lie to [i]herself[/i]. [i]It can't... it is[/i]. Vera was one of her bestest friends here.. [i]her[/i] secret keeper... and she's now dead. After all these years, after all these hopeful years, Deborah couldn't quite come to terms with what happened. Mixed with her uneasy feelings from before - she... didn't know. Deborah had to fight back the tears.

Despite the fact that Shannon never liked Vera, she had to express a little bit of shock after learning that [i]she[/i] was dead. Her eyes widened as her hands swung to her sides. Deborah's reaction just cemented it. That was Vera Dublin in there, and more importantly, she was dead in there. But why? Shannon found Vera to be irritating and largely unimportant - but she was on great grounds with everyone else. [i]Who[/i] would kill her? Shannon let out a sigh... She didn't know what to do right now other than comfort Debby. It was the least she could do. She keeled down and put her hand on Deborah's shoulder. Uttering things like "It's okay", "I'm here for you" and "We'll be okay"

"Yo, yo, yo!" Jago shouted, his body language went from casual, and apathetic, to heated in less than a second. "You tellin' me that nurse Vera got [i]murked[/i]!?" His relationship with her was something, she was one of the few people here he could talk. It was all that damned Empathy ability, but damn, at least she [i]kinda[/i] wasn't a dickhead. Plus, she healed him a few times after he went a little overboard. He slammed his foot on the ground, and grit his teeth... Jago's eyes wandered downwards towards Deborah. Aight, she wasn't taking it that well. Jago let out a sigh and stared upwards. That shield used to block the rain had disappeared and they were all soaked in rain-water in less than seconds. Whatever. It felt appropriate. "God dammit..." He shook his head and stared at his feet. Jago personally didn't know what his reaction was. Anger? Sadness? Or a mix of both. But he did know that whoever did this?

That fucker is gonna [i]pay[/i].

Nicholas couldn't help but sigh at all this devastation. He may not be an empath on the level of someone like Deborah, but he could just -feel- the awful tension in the air as Henry emerged. He recognized him from the hospital, and the fact that he was -that- freaking huge gave him away. Still, it didn't change the tension. It was obvious this was only getting more and more out of hand. The only thing that helped himself stay in control with the morale power from his own flames...and because of that, he had an idea. It sounded like everyone was mourning, and they had every right to be, but after a moment or two of allowing them to do so, he could only see this spiraling downward...he had to do something. Quickly, he began to form small flames along his fingertips, preparing them and trying to get them larger, taking a moment to calm his mind in order to do so...

Henry snarled at Jago's description, and general disrespect for his friend. "Shut the fuck up, my friend wasn't murked, she was slaughtered.." He said simply, with the tone of voice only a person and metahuman of his size and power could achieve. In his current mental state, even he wasn't sure if it was a legitimate threat or not. Henry shook his head, one of his hand sliding down his snout. "She saved my life once... Along with many others." he said, his gargantuan body sagging. He hushed himself, and rubbed his arms, his jaws clattering in his mouth at the obvious cold. He mumbled something inaudible, and walked through the group, disappearing into the darkness that was the path to the dorms. Ben held Claire close to his side the whole time. He was apprehensive of Henry. He'd never met him. The way the reptile talked, he was a living, breathing threat. He wanted to make sure he could help... But could he fight this thing? He didn't know this Vera, nor did Claire. All they knew was someone died.

"Ugh!" Jago hissed in response to Henry. What the hell is Lizard-fuckers problem? He was pissed as all hell, and Mr. Olin felt the need to tell him to "shut the fuck up"? No, fuck that. Jago got a right as anyone else to express his feelings on what he just learned. But fortunately, Henry was leaving. Good. The freak of nature can go fuck a swamp or something. Jago didn't care about what other thought of him, or how they were 
handling the death of Vera. Only thing that mattered to him was himself - and [i]only[/i] himself. 

With that, Nicholas opened his eyes again. There was too much fear. "Enough of this already. Pull yourselves together." He stated firmly, before moving to flick the now larger flames at each of their bodies, the affect not at all being harmful, but rather, exerting a large amount of morale-boosting energy through-out each of them. This was why he had taken his time. He feared if he had just done it immediately, he would have just ended up not being enough for those paralyzed in such madness. "I don't mean to sound like a walking cliche, but that guy isn't the enemy. That's one of our teachers, and it is offensive to treat him with any less respect than he deserves when someone he cared about just passed. Now. We need to figure out what exactly caused this, and not let this fear terrorize the hell out of us. If we don't, and if there -is- worse to come, we'll be set up like easy pickings in a horror film." He finished, moving to firmly place his palm on his face. Well, this was rather out of character for him, but frankly, someone needed to step up, and right now, it seemed like he was the only one, thanks to his flames, that was man enough to do it.

Ugh, Nicholas had a point. Regardless of how angry Jago is, there's no point in getting infuriated and lashing out against the world like some damn animal. Jago let out a sigh and shook his head yet again. "Whatever." He said to no one (but really to himself). Apathetic. He needed to take a break from all this. He learned that one of the only [i]good[/i] people on this damn island is dead and, quite frankly, that left him emotionally spent as anyone. Time to find somewhere to be alone. A dark-purple aura surrounded Jago as he started to take flight. "I'm out. If any of ya'll need me...." He started flying away towarsd he wall, "... [i]Fuck off.[/i]" That said, he disappeared behind the wall.

Claire and Ben were the least affected, as they hadn't known the deceased. Rather, it removed Henry from their minds for the time being. They looked to one another, having another silent comversation between one another. "Ben and I will help with the funeral." She stated. She felt that this ine final act of kindness might mean something to Vera's soul. They were a religious family, and believed firmly in a god. Ben was silent, even more so than usual. Normally he had a talkative mood that came with his mute attribute, but his body language spoke of silence. Dead, blank, silence. Claire, hugged her husband, who had no visible reaction in turn. She felt his arms wrap around her, and his head dove into the crook of her next. She felt him crying.

"I..." Deborah calmly said as she rose to her feet. Her back was to the Voss's but she looked over her shoulder. "I am calm." She nodded her head at Nicholas. Shannon then jumped up, looking blank as always. Deborah on the other hand was desperately fighting down those emotions she had. She needed to keep her emotions in check, she needed to be strong - an example to everyone else. Keeping control of them is more important than anything else. Losing control of them would be failure... failure...

At this point, Ben had recomposed himself. "I think it's time we got some sleep." Claire said flatly. "And a shower." They needed to get away from this for a while. They needed to sleep on it and deal with things in the morning. Ben was fragile, especially towards death. She couldn't let him be in this situation an longer. Ben looked to Deborah and Shannon and gave a silent nod in goodbye, before walking off with Claire, who gave a small wave. They disapeared into the night, only for Claire to return a few seconds later and place some more cotton in Shannon's hands. "Ben wanted to give this to you... We'll... We'll see you tomorrow. Stay safe." She said, before running back off in the direction she came.

It was time that they left, yes. Deborah knew that. She let out a sigh as she simply walked away from there. Just, leaving them all behind. She had plenty to say, but no one to listen. As she took steps through the rain, she realized that she was all alone. Right here in the middle of the school grounds. Free to be the person that she was deep down. She dropped to the ground, getting on all fours. She dug her fingers into the dirt and clawed her fingers, getting mud and grass all over her fingers. She let the tears over the death of her friend flow. "[i]God dammit, Vera[/i]..." She quietly groaned to herself. "[i]Why? You were one of the good souls, people like you made this place better[/i]..." Deborah arched her back, and continued. "I promise you, I'll find out who did this... I promise...."

Shannon knew what Deborah was going through... and she didn't know how to help herself. She let out a sigh as Debby wandered off. She wanted to take her back to her dorm room, and just spend the night together. Being where they feel the most comfortable. But, no. Her lover needed to be alone. And so did she. Shannon wandered through the rain holding her arm. Her expression was somber, eyes half open, peering towards the ground, and frowning worryingly. 

What was to come?

Nicholas widened his eyes. Everyone...was leaving? This was not what he intended...not at all. It seemed as though calling out for sense just made everyone feel terrible, despite the fact he had tried to use his flames to help others...they all disbanded, carrying their sorrows and tears with them. He had done the opposite of help. He had...made it worse. He sighed. He stood in the rain, alone, before slowly making his way back towards the hospital...maybe he could do some good there?...He didn't know, but slowly, the flame on his own forehead dimmed...and in the dark rainstorm, the light subsided, leaving him alone. The stagnating depression fell upon his mind, and he found himself simply sitting outside of the cafeteria's entrance once he finally reached it. He didn't feel like going all the way to the hospital...or anywhere, for that matter. He was drained, empty, and lost. He had done all he could, and in the end, it meant nothing. So he simply allowed the sound of the rain and the cold rain drops soak him into the atmosphere of the night...maybe this melodic, yet depressing melody they played out would allow him some semblance of rest...