[center][h1][color=cyan][b][u]Cyan[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=orange]"Sorry for keeping you hanging, but it turns out Andras would not be affected by the first casting of any spell, meaning that you'd have to get heads twi-"[/color] Suddenly the phone beeped once and shut off.  Cyan's phone had run completely out of batteries.  Hopefully they would be able to continue whatever plan they had without his help.  Something about raising the dead so someone wouldn't attack someone else?  It was all very confusing, but Cyan wished William the best.

However, at this point in time, he had his own problems to figure out.  There was no way he could just continue sleeping in someone's house, he could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out.  So he basically needed to find his way back to the academy.
[color=turquoise][i]'Now seems like a pretty good time to use a coin-flip, but if I can figure things out without it, that would be better,'[/i][/color] he through, and looked around.  It was a partly cloudy night, but there were a few lampposts dotting the area so he could see alright.  It seemed like he was in a pretty nice part of the city.  Big, house-like buildings with neatly trimmed hedges and trees.  Signs posted out front showed that they were businesses rather than homes, though.  A lawyer here, a doctor there, a funeral home...

Cyan frowned at the realization of what the comfortable box thing had been.  He didn't want to be here anymore.
[color=cyan]"Heads I get some power back in my phone, tails, uh...  I get chased by a big dog,"[/color] he mumbled as an ordinary gray coin materialized on his fist.  Immediately after flipping it into the air, he reached up and grabbed it out of habit, speeding up the flipping process.  However, he didn't even need to check what the result was.  A low, gutteral growl from behind him gave it away.

[color=turquoise][i]'Crap!'[/i][/color] The boy took off running immediately.  That was like the third bad flip in a row.  Taking a quick glance behind him, Cyan saw what was indeed, a big dog.  It was maybe the size of a wheelbarrow and had thick, dark brown fur.  And also sharp teeth.  And probably glowing red eyes.  And it was fast.  Using its loud and constant barking to gauge its distance behind him, he focused on searching for somewhere, [i]anywhere[/i] he could go to get away from this demon.

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Cyan slammed the door shut behind him, panting almost as loudly as the beast on the other side, which had stopped and was now staring at him through the window.  After taking a minute to calm his nerves and catch his breath, he looked over to the young store clerk that had the unfortune of manning the small convenience store at the wee hours of the night.
[color=cyan]"That's... That's not my dog,"[/color] he said, and slid to the floor.

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