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[b][code]Grand Ridge Academy - ???[/code][/b]
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[i]An axe swinging in a wide arc towards his body, his stomach dropping down to his toes.[/i]
Martin was no coward, he wasn't the bravest kid in Grand Ridge but he certainly wasn't cowardly. This was something else though, he had coped with the camping event by ignoring the fear that plagued his nightmares. He had coped by not facing that he'd been a breath away from dying. He had coped by joking and playing it off but at the sight of this boy being killed, he could feel the fear rising up in his chest again. He could feel himself wanting to bolt.

He didn't even think he [i]could[/i] bolt. This was all like some kind of [i]fucked up[/i] simulation. They were all trapped here and forced to watch as this boy was killed for the amusement of Scott Reese. The life faded from his eyes, it was blessedly quick, but it didn't make Martin feel any better. It actually made him feel worse. They had all had each other at camp but this guy, he'd had [i]no one[/i] and that wasn't fair. He hadn't had anyone to help him.

It made him sick to his stomach and he wanted to vomit but it seemed disrespectful to puke all over this odd ether-realm that they had imposed upon. As the world around them shifted, he found himself holding the contents of his stomach and avoiding a panic attack that was sure to hit as soon as they were free. He didn't want to see any more freaky shit but that must have been an impossible request. There was something in their new blood-soaked sky and it demanded his attention.

A burning orb, reminiscent of the one that had shone down on them as they'd taken the boats away from the campsite. He had been in so much pain and full of so much fear then that he'd tried to ignore it, now it was here and it was blazing. It was glorious in a weird way. He couldn't help but marvel at it, it was hard [i]not to[/i].

"[b]... This is what the Glutton will do to this town,[/b]" a voice startled him out of his reverly, it dared him to turn and face it and so he did. What he saw was appalling, it was some sort of young God with a slight frame and a pale glow. "[b]This is what what he wants you to do; fight each other instead of him.[/b]"

The ethereal figure looked off to into the distance, probably pondering something that he didn't quite understand or maybe something that their mortal minds weren't built to comprehend, "[b]... You must reconsider your actions, and connect with one another. Or he'll win. Each day, he grows more powerful, and hungrier for the Gift. So tell me...[/b]" 

It looked at them, there was an emptiness to the creature's eyes that seemed neverending. It was hard to look into it's face for too long, it was overwhelming to be facing it in this way. He wanted to close his eyes and block it out but he thought that it might come off as rude. So, he was stalled, looking it in it's cherubic face.

"[b]... Will you stop him? For me? For everyone here?[/b]"

It was the big guy that addressed it first, posing some questions that Martin couldn't help but agree with. There was a lot more to consider than just being able to band together to fight Scott. . . Or [i]whatever else[/i] was going to be thrown at them. He hadn't considered that but what if there was [i]more to fear than just Scott Reese?[/i] What if they were all killed? How could his powers even [i]help?[/i] He could draw forth shadows and plunge the world into darkness but as far as he knew, that was [i]it[/i]. 

It wasn't dangerous or heavy-hitting, it was just shadows. He couldn't summon fire like the cocky-looking kid, he couldn't force the truth out of people like Rita or draw things into life like Rien. His power was pretty much useless, it was a purely cosmetic power. It was interesting to view and it was cool in theory but [i]it didn't do much[/i].

"[color=c4df9b]I want to help,[/color]" he admitted, feeling strangely humbled that this being would even include him. "[color=c4df9b]There's just not much that I see my power being useful for. I mean. . . I [i]obviously[/i] don't know everything that I can do with it but it's just shadows, man.[/color]"

As eloquently said as that was, it was the truth. They were just shadows. Now, he wasn't an expert on shadow powers but he didn't see that getting any more useful as time went on. 

Aliana piped up, her voice sounding stronger and sharper despite all the weirdness. "[color=8882be]What's he doing with the markings? Is he absorbing their ability?[/color]"
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