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	As Kuremi landed awkwardly, her eyes fell on the sight of the city being corrupted away; the school starting to take on a more Chinese architecture, as had the entire foreseeable cityscape behind it. As she recovered, she had three viable choices immediately available to her: escape the schoolyard, and run into the unaffected city to find somewhere to hide; run into another section of the school buildings, and hunker down until the army marched by; or, march against the tide, and invade the corrupted cityscape to find a solution.

No matter her decision, it was hers to make -- as was the option of making a group of survivors, and perhaps, warriors, out of the Student Council.

Kuremi knew that she had a fair hand on a sword, and she'd seen that Noboru could think spontaneously, but, she couldn't pressure him... for in that horror of petrified people, his mother was mingled. He seen her march into the the room, somehow parried her emotionless attack against him, and, most certainly, he was still in shock from it, even now, but, still --

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	From around the side of a near tool shed, a stone soldier rounded the corner. It was female, and held her terracotta long sword in front of her; angled at the ground, swinging side to side, and tapping it against the building twice, as she sluggishly walked alongside it. Her behavior was indicative of blindness, as she searched for impediments, and carefully traced her forward path.. If everyone remained as still as stone, irony fully realized, there was a fair chance the blind soldier would pass them all by -- fear-inducingly slow, as she did. If they waited her out, they'd have a straight shot to the gate to safety... as tentative as that would be.

However, standing still would be incredibly hard for Aoi, as the blind soldier came into view...

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	Panic gripped her heart like curled fingers of fire and ice tipped with serrated talons of steel, as Maggie stumbled down the corridor. It was her ruckus that kept the bulk of the terracotta soldiers on her tail, and not the others; however, this was neither a noble sacrifice or a selfless one. It was fear, plain and simple. In the back of her mind, she knew she was a coward, knew she would run from danger... yet, no-one had stopped her.

Maybe, they tried, and the blood pounding in her ears had defended her to their desperate cries.

Maybe, someone reached out to her, and her years of fleeing from danger had rendered her simply faster.

[center][color=f26522]Maybe.[/color][/center]
[center][color=f26522][i]Maybe..[/i][/color][/center]
[center][color=f26522][b][i]Maybe...[/i][/b][/color][/center]
	[[color=a0410d][i][u][b]Not.[/b][/u] They left.[/i][/color]] said the mean voice in the back of her head; a dark spot of her paranoia, given voice. [[color=a0410d][i]After all, nobody with sense would willingly plunge into danger, if someone else is taking it away.[/i][/color]]

Maggie heard stone marching upon her; swords ready to be drawn; ready to deliver the single slash needed to bring her into the fold as the order commanded over and over. However, a sudden bang caught her attention, as a door burst open, and she threw herself into a classroom; inside, there was no escape, beyond the window, and the teacher's desk. Instinctively, she threw herself under it, and into the alcove. Against the corner, she huddled, and hugged her knees to her chest; ready to rabbit, as soon as able.

‘[color=f26522][i]They left me. Everyone abandoned me. They did, didn't they.[/i][/color]’ Maggie thought, not questions, but statements. '[color=f26522][i]Even him.[/i][/color]’ Her hands pressed into her temples. "[color=FFEFD5][i]Hey, wait! What's wrong!?[/i][/color]" she remembered Noboru shouting. '[color=f26522][i]Wait. Was that to me? Did he try to stop me?[/i][/color]’ she asks. '[color=f26522][i]Why didn't you follow me, Anchin? Why did you leave me...?[/i][/color]’

	Suddenly, Maggie looked up, and a singular thought drowned out the shuffle of stone around her, as the soldiers wandered around the room: [color=f26522][i]Who is Anchin?[/i][/color][/color]