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location: Near Aether's Remains, making his way to Solaris Universatas (Friday Morning)
tag(s): Victoria [@PrinceAlexus]
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The smell of burning material was pretty evident in the air, it being enough to make the blonde boy want to cover his nose as he hurried his way over to catch the bus. It was honestly days like this when he wished he could drive or live closer to school. Going his normal route meant he'd have to pass by Aether Club, and that was probably the last place he wanted to be at the time. Thankfully, and probably the only good thing about this whole overnight fiasco, it meant that not that many people were outside, or at least no one was bothering him with questions of assistance and were more focused on trying to figure out what was going on. 

Oh how he wished he could slip on a pair of headphones and just forget about everything around him, but unfortunately he didn't have that luxury. He even thought about texting his friend Wendy about the songs they'd get to choose from for evaluations, but that would have to wait until he got on the bus. This unfortunately lead to him focusing on the smell that just seemed to permeate the area, growing stronger and weaker as the wind carried the scent who knows where. He knew he could feel a headache coming, one that would bother him until he got home, but that would honestly be better than havi--

[color=#9095BB][b]"Hm...?"[/b][/color] Capella's train of thought, as well as his body, came to an immediate halt as he felt a small figure brush into him. Reflective eyes blinked twice before attempting to focus on the figure now next to him. Judging by the voice, she didn't sound like she was from here, and while she held an air of maturity about her, her stature left a lot to be desired; not that he'd say any of this out loud though. [color=#9095BB][b]"O-Oh, um, don't worry about it, we all have something we can't control."[/b][/color] He spoke politely, still unsure of if this girl (woman? petite lady? let's go with that) was even old enough to out at this time.

It was a little hard to get past the accent, but once the lady spoke again, Capella tilted his head. What the heck was Vatu? Was it a type of dance or music? He really wanted to ask, but felt like if he did, it would put his priorities in the wrong place. He'd have to check it out later...
[color=#9095BB][b]"Yeah, I didn't go there often, but it does suck for whoever was in charge of the place. Wonder...wonder what happened..."[/b][/color] The reflective eyed boy trailed as he used his free hand to reach into his pocket to check the time. It took a bit of squinting and his phone's built in 'tap-to-speak' program, but once he got it, Capella let out a quiet gasp. [color=#9095BB][b]"Ah, I'm about to miss the bus. See you, Miss!"[/b][/color] He called with a small smile before making his way down the street. There was no way he was missing this evaluation, even if it killed him.