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[b][code]Grand Ridge Academy.[/code][/b]
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It was awkward for Britney at first as she took a seat. What Paige said relieved her quite a bit; but she couldn't help but feel like it wasn't quite... genuine. Like Paige had something a lot different to say, or she wasn't saying all she really meant to. Britney sighed as she mimicked Paige in avoiding gazes, as she couldn't face her right now. There was a pain in her heart as the guilt of losing Claire and others was getting to her... and she was getting the feeling that the others weren't far behind. That, or they may fall for the allure of more power and do the unthinkable-

"I am sorry I didn't tell you," Britney just went out and said it. "That was one thing I wanted to keep a secret... because the last generation killed each other for power." They were manipulated by the Watchers, Britney admitted, but in all honesty, she wondered how much of it was [i]really[/i] the result of the manipulation. Truly there had to be some personal reasons why they acted so willing to kill each other for their abstractions. 

“I think we can all agree that we understand where Britney was coming from and think her decisions were almost all entirely dogshit, I’m curious about this guardian thing. Does taking an Abstraction kill the person or something, or is it just easier to rip it off of a corpse?”

Well... Britney didn't want to answer these questions but she had no choice. After that dream, it was almost like the universe was telling them what went down. She sighed before she leaned back in her chair as she thought about how she was going to answer the question. Before she just decided to tell Penny exactly how it is.

"It is impossible to take an abstraction from someone who is alive," Britney started off before she turned her head towards Penny. "However, if you have an emotional connection with someone; you may give it to them. And they can use [i]properly[/i] if they understand and replicate the emotions that spawned the abstraction in the first place." She explained. 

“And if we gave it away, what happens?”

"Well-" Britney said before she was interrupted.

“Let’s cross that bridge when we get to it,” He said and... Britney had to agree. Long as nobody goes out trying to kill each other. “I know the time does not call for it, and I certainly do not know if it’s appropriate, you guys mentioned you lost a close friend recently, if you want you can have a drink to remember them - and if not, we might be able to make something more fun out of these if we can find some motor oil and a cork.”

Britney found herself staring at the assortment of alcohol he presented to the group. Now, Britney wasn't a drinker - she tasted a few wines and had other drinks when she went out to party - but she really wanted a drink right now. Just to ease her nerves a [i]little[/i]. 

“what will we tell our grandchildren about the time we saved the world, eh?”

"Hopefully, for starters," Britney started off as she maneuvered towards the alcohol bottles and grabbed a bottle of cheap red wine. The stuff tasted like piss - but she'd make the most of it. "If we get out of this alive; we probably should never mention this to anyone. Like seriously." Britney grabbed a bottle and disappeared into the cafeteria before she came back with a bunch of cups. 

"Now, if you're gonna drink; everyone gets one shot," Britney set the ground rules. "We gotta go out there real soon if we're gonna get the map of the mountain."

Which was a very... loose plan if Britney had to be honest with herself.

"Speaking of the plan; I'm gonna be brief because there's not much to go over," Britney started off before she took in a deep breath as she explained, "We're gonna split into two groups and head down town; one's going to raid city hall, and the other is going to raid the library. We're gonna look for the map of the mountain or any type of information and try to get back here." 

Britney explained and shook her head because of how screwed the odds were.

"Since phones and stuff are apparently not working; we're gonna meet back up here in about two hours. If the other group doesn't show up..."

Britney took in a deep breath.

"... Assume they are dead, and if you don't have the information you need to go search the other location."

Now Britney acknowledged how cold she was being, but they had to realize how high the stakes were. What was a possibility? And that was the fact that they could die at any given moment. If the Glutton decided to stop toying with them; they could die right here, right now. Fortunately, that thing [i]loves[/i] to play with its food. Britney sighed again as she poured herself a glass of red wine.

"But, one drink... for all the people we've lost," Britney said as she put her cup out. The group probably thought it was [i]quit[/i] the whiplash, seeing Britney talk about death [i]then[/i] switch to alcohol. That was just how things were right now. "Least we can do right now."

[i]Since we can't bury them.[/i]