Phoebe
""I didn't mean for us to go into hiding, obviously we can't, but we cannot expect students who have barely been in the school to fight. Some of the older students, or those that have been in longer could fight. But i think most will need time to recover. How many survived?" It was a rhetorical question, but it was what she needed to say. Phoebe sighed,
"What are we meant to do? There's no leads. It's not like we have anything to follow at the moment."Connor
Connor grabbed Adrian as he continued to search.
"If we haven't found them yet, Adrian, then there's no one else to find. The telepaths and Empaths haven't found anyone else for a while. Stand down. Rest" he said, pushing Adrian towards the food tent, now equipped with warmers for hot food.
He sighed, and looked about, weary beyond belief.
Kalinda
Kalinda knew she could do know more the find survivors, and so, she teleported away, back to her home. It was a small apartment building, chosen only because the apartment she had had a small, secret space that didn't seem to be known about. In there, she had computers, and some training equipment. Mostly though, her training was done at night, using the city itself.
this was were she went now, in her suit, and opened a compartment, where she armed herself with the weapons she had trained with the last five years. Several throwing knives, placed in strategic places around her body, the bow and quiver of arrows that were black, and laid flat against her back. As well as some tech that she had had made for herself. Spy tech, really.
And then she headed out.
harry
the young boy woke to a world that was darker then when he had fallen asleep. How long ago was that? Four, five hours? More? He jolted up, and let out a cry at as the sudden move hurt his side.
bruised or broken ribs. Fabulous he sighed, and gingerly pushed himself out, looking about.
There was the school. Or rather where it wasn't.
it really happenedOf course it did, boy-o. You might be half crazy, but not even you could imagine something like this! the voice that was, it seemed a million different voices in his head seemed amused at this.
Shut up!He ignored this mental chat, as he began his way back down to the school. He could see movement. Shame washed over him. He should have stayed, and tried to do more. But he was scared.
he didn't want to die. He stumbled over the wreckage, seeing a couple of people he recognised. When he saw Kagerou, he looked down, his cheeks reddened. Surely the teacher would be ashamed of him, be disgusted for him leaving and not doing anything. But he suspected that he needed help.
"Ma'am..." he looked, fleetingly at the others she was with, then away, not wanting to meet their eyes, despite his glasses. Somehow, they had survived the destruction.
"ooh" a wave of lightheadedness washed over him and he fell to his backside with an "oof". He reached out, to brush his hair back, to feel his own fore head, but it came away sticky with blood and encrusted with dried blood.
is this my blood?"I...I don't feel so well"