[Center][I][B]Pascale Isadora Buckley[/I][/B]
—[I]♫♪ Coup de Grâce ♫♪[/I]—[/Center]

"That's why I have you," Pascale smiled with a shrug, "Actually, you should feel a light tingle before it works, but in essence it's like a really, really good feeling adrenaline rush and a slight hallucinogen. However, none of us have had the gull to mix it with other substances, so I don't know what it's supposed to do now. I don't... quite know if that itself is a good idea, though..."

There was absolute no idea how this word turn out anymore, but Pascale didn't back down the facade, with a bright, assured smile on her features. If this kid somehow died right before the entrance exam, it wasn't technically her fault that he mixed Dust with an unknown chemical, or drug, or whatever was in that syringe. Maybe it'd give off a positive outcome and she wouldn't be tried for manslaughter-slash-murder, especially when it was obvious this guy was a little more than experienced with these type of things. The whole, 'I only inject,' thing was kind of a give away that he had at least a minor problem. Well, no, that sounded a lot worse than just a minor problem, but this was his life he was talking about, and, having just met him, Pascale had no right to tell him otherwise. Someone else that knew him better or was qualified in psychiatry could deal with that.

Putting her backpack on and picking up the rest of her luggage, she sighed and looked at Rygar. "Well, I'm sure you can take care of yourself now; I personally don't want to be late for the ceremony," she smiled, "And I never caught your name."