[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] Wizard’s Tower -- 20th Floor[/center][hr]

Cuyler looked away from Atkin, who had fallen uncharacteristicly silent. He couldn’t help but feel that it had something to do with his presence though. Surely they had never had a non-[b]Magykal[/b] tag along but Cuyler couldn’t bring himself to leave. He so rarely got to see Ayra so he made every minute count when he was with her. 
He chuckled with Ayra’s comment and sipped his tea happily. There were glimmers of her playfully nature every now and then, more so when it was just the two of them spending time and perhaps that was what drew Cuyler to be even closer to her when they were separated. 
[color=pink]”They explained to me how they should be added and how they can be applied in different ways but giving them to a Physik would be best,”[/color] Cuyler agreed with her. 
He finished off his tea and looked at Ayra while she finished speaking. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Ayra’s bit of denial in including herself in the need to use less [b]Magyk[/b] in this time but he wasn’t going to out her completely. He would comply in helping to save face in public, but in private. Cuyler would demand for more truthful answers. 
[color=pink]”Due to Atkin’s condition,”[/color] he quoted, looking at Arya skeptically. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] Outside the Infirmary[/center][hr]

Amarantha watched Luna take a step back, unsure of what to do based on her posture but she at least looked concerned for everyone laying on the floor. Amarantha’s arms grew shaky, having to hold herself up so she let herself lay down just as her vision started to fade in and out with spots. She wasn’t feeling the effects of Belladona quite so quickly, perhaps she didn’t get a lethal dose or perhaps she had enough of an immunity built up to it. The commander of an elite team of assassins made a mental note to start having her select few start poisoning themselves and getting acquainted with the different poison. Cruel as it may sound, it was necessary. 
At least she still had some control over her body and at least able to talk, not that she would be able to when the Physik came over and shoved her fingers down her throat. She gagged against the fingers but nothing happened on that end. Instead she let out a fart to rival Tristan’s, however embarrassment no longer mattered to Amarantha as she felt the turning in her stomach and the need to expel the poison in her body. 
[color=#006400]”Don’t even think about it,”[/color] she said to Tristan. [color=#006400]”Find some charcoal, mix it with water,”[/color] she instructed before shoving her own fingers down her throat.