"Jack is in my bedroom." She takes the vial and looks at it. "Though if you'd like more details the Black Curse, maybe you can speak to Pitch about it from his prison cell. I'm sure he knows more about this curse than I do." Upon opening the vial, blue glitter pops out from the vial's flask. She coughs, "ugh, I think some of it went in my..." She some coughs more, "lungs..."

She holds her head down, trying to exhale the dust that fell on her. She breathes more heavily to try and wait for the wheezing to end. she tries to hold her head up. "Water... Need some water." She takes a step back, and falls down as a result.

"Can't breathe..." 

She blinks her eyes, colors begin fading into her vision. A low ringing fills blocks out her hearing as headaches begin deteriorating her train of thought. "Magicka DeSpell..." She moans. "Medicine. Need medicine..." 

Her body begins to noticeably pale. The tips of her feet begin to freeze her body into a grayish stone color.

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"Don't worry about Gaston. He hits on students often and regularly fails. He used to be a star athlete in this school and chose to work here to relive his 'glory days'." Tarzan chuckles, he remembered the fan club that actually formed when Gaston was a football player. They'd all moved on, but Gaston still had a high esteem for himself. He no longer wanted to leave the past behind.

"My story is a rather long story." Tarzan thought about that for a moment. He realized he had enough time to tell it.

"Sniffers were hunted to extinction back when I was five years old. I was young when I had this ability. A group of people trained me to find my parents, and their families. After they were all killed by them, I became a very valuable slave. I was sold off to different parts of the world. Using my talent to find any and all targets that needed to be found. 

A man name Clayton is my master. I was only enrolled in this school to capture the scents of every students in this school, including yours." He felt a little guilty for saying it. Juliette was a good person, but now if someone wanted her dead, Tarzan would be used to find her. "I'm going to other schools to repeat this process. Once I've collected the scent of everyone possible, I'll be given more freedoms for myself..." Those words were stale to Tarzan. He wasn't sure if he'd actually gain anything from doing Clayton's bidding, but the idea that he could strive for something gave him a sense of hope. That sense was the only thing that kept him alive.