[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/hjsFL36.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/X3HEnmq.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=silver]π•Žπ•–π••: 𝕆𝕔π•₯. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 π•€π•€π•π•’π•Ÿπ•• / / π•ƒπ•šπ•˜π•™π•₯𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕀𝕖 / / ~𝟘𝟝𝟚𝟝[/color][/center][hr] Callan silently watched the exchange leading up to Siena and Brent's disappearance with rising unease. As if Padma's death or Savannah's accident weren't reason enough-- Callan had long since decided that a leadership role was well beyond her. Turns out matters of life and death and magic are a bit different from ball games after all. Eventually she'd get there, but for now it was best to follow. Even so, she felt strongly that leaving the mansion was the wrong thing to do. Safer maybe... but wrong. At least for her. It was almost like D.C. all over again. Angel, Gregory, and the missing staff member weren't the only innocent ones out there in danger, were they? The Amigos weren't exactly familiar to her, but what did it matter? Hadn't there been enough death and destruction already? Evil mages, wild monsters-- what was the difference? Aside from a sense of human decency, maybe. But if she couldn't stop either, then what good was she anyway? Mistakes of her classmates aside, mages attacking mages was only slightly less unforgivable than mages deliberatly attacking innocent civilians. Especially when those being attacked were only trying to help those who couldn't help themselves. Even with the small role she herself played, the others had managed to save several lives at the captial. So why were they being targeted? Who could possibly be upset about that? They were heroes! And this... this was a gross abuse of power. One she'd been far too lenient about in Wisford. Surely the Precursors would never back down from a fight like this. Probably wouldn't hesitate either.... Tying her hair up as Zoe proceeded to grill Ernie and Marcus about the missing pair, it was obvious that convincing the others to stay was out of the question. With the entrance blocked off and the words being exchanged, it seemed the odds were as much against her as they had been for Chris, who hadn't even been allowed to teleport with Siena for thier impromptu scouting mission. Though perhaps there was further reasoning for that -- holing herself up in her room hadn't granted her much as far as gossip went. Not that she was very interested anyway. Then again, there did seem to be a strange tension between Siena and Marcus just now. Or had she just imagined it? He barely tried to stop her from leaving at all and somehow that struck her as odd. Reading people had never been her forte, but despite her isolation, she did reserve hope that the others were growing closer together rather than further apart. Callan hoped they knew that she was there for them at least. In whatever ways she could be without risking another Misery mishap. Being rushed down the corridor, the extra endurance her ability granted made the run far less of a challenge. She couldn't help but try and steal several glances back down the hallway, struggling to see past the assemblage of maids and butlers tailing them. Siena's ability was strong. And Brent was clever. They'd be alright, wouldn't they? The state of the lighthouse and the precarious looking ferry outside was foreboding at best. The ocean seemed angry... perhaps unhappy with the decision to flee. The watery footsteps and drops of blood were unsettling as well, but not as much as Sander's assessment. [color=cyan]β€œSomeone’s out there. There’s one person ahead, too.” [/color] She moved towards a nearby window and squinted out into the darkness. It was nearly impossible to make anything out. A commotion erupted between Zoe and Marcus, briefly drawing her attention. She stifled a sigh, shaking her head irritably when she heard her name mentioned. She moved to say something, feeling somehow obligated on account of their agreement, but decided against it. If anyone was capable of fighting their own battles, it was definitely Zoe. In fact, she felt a sparce bit of heated tension rise to her cheeks at the thought of what else may have been said about her while she was hiding away. Turning back to the window, she tried to refocus, carefully summoning her hammer. She silently kept tabs on as many conversations going on behind her as she could. At least a few people seemed to be on the same page. She quietly noted those who had chosen to head outside. An unpleasant uncertainty was brewing angrily in her gut. Despite her lack of experience, she'd somehow felt so much more prepared for all the other fights. Distinct lack of soldiers and several teammates aside, she knew it was because of Misery. Even with their terrible track record, she'd managed to get by on the idea that they'd soon be back at USARILN, where she would get a chance to properly train before their next confrontation. And, of course, there was Hazel-- whom nobody seemed very concerned about as she wondered freely. She tightened her grip on the hammer, and whatever semblance of control over this situation she felt she or anyone could possibly have along with it. Even if she wanted to, she had no orders to give. Nor any to take. Should she talk to someone? Should she follow Sander and the others? Her confidence was dwindling with each passing second, but she didn't know what else to do but wait. Wait and pray. Perhaps in vain. It began as a flicker of movement, almost dismissible were it not for Sander's warning. "[color=a2d9ce]Incoming![/color]" Callan shouted, rushing from the window to the doorway, arms tense as they bore the weight of her hammer. "[color=a2d9ce]Nobody leave![/color]" she shouted to the others inside, despite herself. She came to an abrupt stop beside Sander outside, eyes widening at the sight of black and white clad arbiters blocking their path.