[center][h2][color=CFD3C6]Bak Tsarevna[/color][/h2][/center]

Bak's eyes widened as Rurik described sinking the St. Laural's kids back to the first floor and helping to beat Christine's terrifying sister. "Who is this impostor and what has he done with lazy-bones Rurik?" she asked, brimming with pride. She dimmed someone when the natural order re-asserted itself and he pawned off the next job to Christine, but if what he said was true he had actually earned it. 

"Oh, I came up with very smart plan!" She replied excitedly to the question about her own day. "Me and Tovarish were walking and who do we meet but Kings vigilantes stalking halls for some reason. OH, you should have seen them coming from where you did! They were right around corner there with Vittorio. We talked with them and we said 'help us Vigilantes, take missing students to police for us' and they said 'yes, alright,' because they will be getting reward if they do and then everyone will know what bad things St. Laurals did, trying to keep this all hushed up. And then tovarish said "good work Bak this was very nice idea, and now we go up,' but before we could go up the floor fell in and Samoth jumped out of hole to attack me so I put him through this wall!" She spread he arms wide to the giant hole that led into the room, presenting it like a fisherman and his catch. Just then, though, a though occurred. "But that was last time I saw Tovarish." she said, face falling. "She was not in hallway?"

A sudden chill went down Bak's spine. They could leave. In Bak's mind the Vigilantes would do their jobs for them, and if Rurik really had beaten back the other St. Laurals students so thoroughly they probably we'rent going to be an issue. By all accounts they were winning. There was nothing keeping them there. Except they were now missing people.

"She must have gone up already. Alone." Bak said slowly, growing concern in her voice. "You have not seen Gilliam? You did not pass Vittorio in hallway? What about friendly ninja, did you all not pass him?"

The thrill of praise, followed by the thrill of battle, had completely flushed from Bak's mind what kind of place this was. Gilliam was a monster, Vittorio was a ghost, but this place was filled with demons and evil spirits. All at once the oppressive atmosphere from when she had been wandering the hallways alone earlier crept back into her mind even surrounded as she was by other people. 

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