[u][i]Theresa Sindel Obott.[/i][/u] --- Theresa didn't say one word to Rosette when she walked off. She enjoyed the isolation, for once. Maybe she was quick to judge Rosette - but, regardless of what the ghost girl may think, she [i]still[/i] doesn't understand. Ultimately, it didn't matter who understood her ([i]... Vera did[/i]) or not. This was something she has to handle alone - a true unsuspecting hero. Theresa's upper body twisted full rotation, once to the left, once to get the right. To give her a good view of what's going on. Everyone's leaving. Maybe it was time to leave too. She was going to break that rule of three for a bit... It might be stupid, yes. But Theresa wasn't sure if she wanted to deal with her friends right now - and on the other hand, she wasn't sure [i]who[/i] would accept her into theirs. Nobody wants to hang with the transgendered superstar. Whatever they thought of her, she was going to go it alone either way. Theresa stepped ahead, with a slow pace, and soon she was leaving the official section of the school, and heading towards the student side. She opened her mouth slightly, and breathed in deeply - before shortly releasing all her narcotic infused breath outwards, which was caught by the scarf around her face. Theresa longed for the fresh air of the academy - breathing it with her own two lungs! She didn't have to worry too much about getting people high, did she? Even right now, she was one person in the crowd. Everyone was walking around her, oblivious to her very existence. Theresa smirked and untied it from around her face.... Ben's roar rocked the very foundation of the school. Theresa flinched, and the scarf slipped out of her fingers, and fluttered onto the ground. Her brown eyes desperately scanned for something - anything - as the cacophony of a thousand falling glass shards hitting the ground filled her ears. It was... it was coming from the garden. Thank God her ass wasn't in there! She took a few steps backwards, and she something collided against her heel, and the back of her thigh. The first one feeling metal, and the other felt wooden - it was easier to tell since it was gracing bare skin. Her head whipped around to see that she had almost walked into a bench. She frowned - but her head turned back towards the Garden just as quickly. There was something going on in there. Theresa heard the bestial footsteps slamming down, the roaring, and.... Man, the Garden was [i]trashed[/i]. It was definitely a fight between some people, and at this point, only thing Theresa could do was sigh. She don't like violence - but it's all around her. Every. Fucking. Where. Literally everywhere she went. Here especially. But this was the only place where she could feel... normal. Her head tilted downwards towards her feet, and she wrapped her arms around her mid-section. Standing there, hunched over, looking awkward as she delved into her thoughts yet again. At home, she was her family's little frea- [i]No, keep those out of your head.[/i] Theresa thought to herself. The action seemed to be over - and who lost was painfully obvious. The dickwad flying away. Theresa didn't get a good look at him, but he looked a little bit like Macho-man. Whatever happened, people might have been hurt! The youth was never one to charge facefirst into danger.... But, it was something that Vera would have done. Theresa had a powerful healing ability, and with one healer dead, that meant that another should step up. She had always disliked using her power - she would prefer that the world didn't know about her one particular power. For Vera... she guessed. Theresa started running towards the ruined glass house with as much vigor as she could - she was [i]intentionally[/i] working a sweat. When she got there, she would have plenty of fluids to apply to the wounded and heal them. --- [u][i]Deborah Lillian Termellio, & Shannon Jacqueline Balore.[/i][/u] --- Even as they proceeded towards the scene, the shouting and anger got louder and louder. And the sounds of a fight got [i]louder and louder[/i]. Which is a [i]great[/i] sign that things weren't going as planned. As dangerous (and quite frankly, stupid) as it sounded, she pushed on. She was simply [i]compelled[/i] to go see what was going on. Unfortunately, it came right when Ben was finished his transformation and roared loudly enough to be heard by the heavens! It was extremely loud... "Ow, my fucking ears!" Deborah screamed as her hands clutched onto her ears like a blur, but that [i]still wasn't enough[/i]. The roar was vibrating through her hands straight into her ear drums. She started screaming for a second... only for it to stop. God Christ in heaven, that hurt her ears like all hell. A shadow was cast on Deborah - ([b]An article of clothing[/b]) - huh? Wha... why...? These questions are best answered by actually looking up. Her head arched upwards and saw a dress. A green dress spread that was anchored to the trees by several threads. It looked suspiciously like - ([b]It's the dress Shannon was wearing[/b]). Oh... Deborah's face peered towards her redhaired lover. Jesus Christ! Shannon had clenched her ears, and had her jaw had moved awkwardly to cause her two sets of teeth to grind. But that wasn't the problem here. This whole damn place was made of glass, and with the loud sounds... Oh, that can't be good. It was hard to focus, but she had to think. The trio would have been shredded by glass shards. Think, think, think... Well, it wasn't a matter of thinking, and more a matter of instinct working in conjunction with that power of hers. Because if she was thinking, she sure as hell wouldn't have done [i]this[/i]. Both hands were thrusted upwards. That green dress she was wearing cleanly split down her back to the hem. The dress moved, it unfurled, and whipped it's way right above their heads - unfortunately leaving her underwear on full display. The dress was all spread out into a net that would catch the glass - but it didn't have proper anchoring. Threads extended outwards and quickly wrapped themselves around the nearby trees - the dress unraveled a bit. The glass tore through the air, but bounced on her dress - not even scratched. Everyone underneath her umbrella was untouched by the glass. All in the span of a few seconds. Record timing, actually. Shannon let out a sigh. "Um, Silkworm..." Deborah pointed down at Shannon. Immediately, her face started to turn red as she quickly adjusted her glasses. "Um!" She yipped as she willed the dress to shake violently up and down, knocking the glass off. Before she willed it to wrap around her curves and it was just like new. --- [u][i]Jago Andrew Javuant.[/i][/u] --- (... RETROACTIVE JAGO POST) Riiiiiiight. The Fruit-loop here had nothing to say, really. Jago merely rolled his eyes as June either parroted what he said, or some other stupid-ass commentary. "Never pegged him as the type to get involved" Bitch, Jago never pegged June as the type to get any pussy. Whatever this guy probably didn't have any real conversation. Yup. It was time to leave this lame-ass in the dust and get in some real action. It was probably time he went after Debby anyway. If there was anyone who'd know what to do next, it'd be her. Well, this guy wasn't even worth a proper send off. Jago merely rolled his eyes yet again and took one step to the side, and followed that with the other foot. Walking off in the direction that wasn't June's. Now... time to figure out where the hell Debby went... Probably the Garden. That place really gay, but he knew that it was a place Debby, Carrot-top and their lame patrol would hang. Right when the youth walked in, he saw a mass of sand, and wondered what was going on. Well, plenty of things could be. None of them might be any of his goddamn business, but he got that gut feelin' that French bastard Valjean had something to do with it. Man, that guy was a straight up dick! If only he had one of his own. Welp, no other way to find out than to go look, is there!?