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[code]Grand Ridge - Outside Main Building.[/code][hr]

Rita had turned back. She had felt something, no, that wasn’t quite right, she had sensed something, and it had caused her to turn back around. Claire was glowing; first blue, and then red. Rita had no clue what was going on, but she knew it wasn’t a good thing. Something unnatural was occuring; something that reminded her of Scott’s freakout. She flinched when Claire raised her hand, her fingers shooting up to shield her face from a blow that didn’t come. 

Rita didn’t wait around for Claire to finish her sentence. The other woman said go, and so she went, racing down the stairs as fast as her feet would take her. She didn’t know where she was going except for away. She pushed past a group of students, unable to comprehend how they were not freaking out too over what they, she assumed, had all seen. She eventually forced herself to slow down, the weight of stares making each step harder than the last. To the normal bystander, she was just a new kid freaking out over a little fire alarm. Rita paused next to a tree and caught her breath, her eyes glancing over her shoulder to make sure that no glowing red girl or giant mutant with an axe was chasing her. 

“What the hell?” she muttered, leaning back against the tree. Had she imagined that glow? Was she going nuts? That was certainly the weirdest thing that had happened, but even before there was something off-kilter about their conversation. Why would what was basically a stranger volunteer that information about themselves? It was clear that Claire had appeared shocked when she had said it. And why would Rita ask something like that in the first place? When had she become so blunt, so mean? Rita twisted her bangs and gnashed her teeth as she rested there, uncertain and uncomfortable.

Then, she snatched her phone out of her pocket and typed, then deleted, then typed, then deleted, typed, deleted, typed, deleted, until sending:

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[code]Wanna grab some coffee? I’m about to head to Sucre. [/code]
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She shoved the phone back in her pocket, despite knowing that until she actually got a text back she’d be checking it every thirty seconds. She had tried to make it seem casual. Hopefully it seemed casual. She figured it was better than sending him one saying that she felt like she might be losing her damn mind, and she needed a reality check. Rita headed to the bike racks. Maybe if Martin didn’t respond, she’d just ride past the cafe and keep going til she was out of town, or in front of a mental ward. 

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After insisting to Aliana that she was fine and feverishing agreeing with Lynette to have her them what the heck had happened, Penny walked with her friends out of the main building. She slid her sunglasses down over her eyes and took the opportunity of being out in fresh air to smoke a much needed cigarette, protesting ever so slightly when she realized where Lynette was taking them. Folding one arm over the other, Penny watched with an amused smile as Lynette produced a marker and began sketching on the brick. 

“First firecrackers in toilets, now graffiti? Oh man, are we going to go egg some signs next? Toilet paper the boys dorm? Maybe steal a horse, break into the dean’s office with it, and then accidentally give it a heart a—HOLY SHIT!” screamed Penny in unison with Lynette, jumping back as a pillar of fire erupted from the wall like a geyser. She ripped her sunglasses off. 

"... Did you two see that?"

“If I say no will you do it again?” said Penny, with a laugh and a clap of her hands. Even while still looking a little green, she was buzzing with energy as she bounced back and forth, toeing the soot. “Oh my God, that was so freaking cool!” She realized she was shouting and, after snapping her head back and forth to make sure that the coast was clear, bounded over to Lynette and Aliana so that she could speak more discreetly. “Where did you learn to...how did you...that’s like some wild, crazy, magic bullshit. I gotta, wait, wait, I gotta show y’all something too. It’s no fire blast but this is gonna, hoo, this is gonna, just, just watch.”

Penny put her sunglasses back on the top of her head and dropped her backpack on the ground so that she could fish out a handful of pens. Standing at the end of the trail of soot opposite the wall, the blonde held the pens with her arm outstretched so that they were level with her head. She released her grip and, for a split second, the pens began to cascade from her hand before her sigil glowed and they suddenly and violently blew away from her as if blasted from a gun. They slammed against the wall in a shotgun pattern, the plastic casing shattering into tiny fragments as ink stained the wall. 

“Pretty fucking wild, right?” said Penny, absentmindedly wiping away the blood trickling from her nose and trying to ignore the headache that had just been retriggered. Her eyes narrowed on Aliana; her smile a childish, cheshire grin. “Well? You were being a bit cryptic earlier, you know. What did you bring to show and tell today?”