[center][h2][b][color=Goldenrod]FY-1427-AP[/color][/b][/h2]
[h2][b][color=C1cdcd]MY-2073-CAT[/color][/b][/h2]
[color=C1CDCD]Mentions:[/color] Everyone, [@BCTheEntity]
[color=C1CDCD]Location:[/color] Outside Canteen[/center][hr][hr][indent]
The shadowy figure stood awkwardly in the middle of the hall after the timid wave of his hand. There was a brief moment of pause before one of the strangers who seemed to be called “Red” greeted him. Was it a nickname? It seemed they still suffered from the same memory loss as him. Nevertheless, Casey’s horns wiggled and his eyes angled slightly into a more happy expression as he realized they weren’t running.

[i][color=C1cdcd]Thank god..[/color][/i]

For a moment his eyes flicked to his side. Beside him stood the new girl they’d just come across. She seemed younger - well, he realized he didn’t even know how old [i]he was[/i], but he definitely felt she was a bit younger than him, at least. He turned to look at her, taking in her appearance more closely this time. Her hair was red; long but shaved on the sides, held back in a ponytail that reached her mid back. She seemed rather slim, and was maybe half a foot shorter than him.

And she was extending her arm out to touch him. He stuttered for a moment. What was she doing? If anything, he thought people would want to stay [i]away[/i] from him. But this girl, as well as the younger boy standing a little bit further away, seemed to be fine with his appearance - even if he himself still found it rather scary. He tentatively began to move his arm out to make contact-

Adelina scarcely had the opportunity to process that the shadow was reaching back out to her when a shout came from one side.

“JESUS CHRIST-!”

Casey started at the exclamation, turning his head back to the new group in the hall in front of him as he felt a sudden, strong mental pull in that direction. His large, white eyes widened even further than his new carapace seemed to entail as he watched one of them sprint right towards him. He felt his feet shift backwards and his hands move up in a panicked gesture as the person charged him with a roar.

[i][color=C1cdcd]W-wait-[/color][/i]

Suddenly he felt the man hit him dead on, tackling him to the ground. He felt the impact to his stomach and chest first - and then the harder one to the back of his skull. His thoughts were disoriented as he suddenly found himself on the ground, before he realized that someone was sitting on top of him. Before he even had the chance to get his arms up he saw a closed fist slam down on his face, and then another, and another. He felt the blows repeated against his neck, shoulders, and face as he tried to raise his arms up in defense, his thoughts racing and being thrown around as he was attacked.

Despite the outward assault, he felt words pull out against the inside of his head clearly - although a few of them felt broken up with each strike against his head. [color=C1cdcd]“Pl-ease, stop! I w-on’t hurt any-one! Don’t hurt m-e- please!!”[/color]

He pulled his arms up to cover his face - not even realizing in his panic that the blows of the individual on top of him weren’t even really that hurtful. He hugged his head with his hands, his arms covering his large white eyes and expressionless face as he pushed his feet against the floor in a desperate attempt to gain some kind of purchase.

Stunned by the sudden violence the girl stood beside the spectacle for several seconds. Who was this and why were they attacking? More questions that couldn’t be answered at the moment. Pulling her hands back she watched silently unsure whether to intercede. From what she could tell there wasn’t any real retaliation. Thinking back to just moments ago there didn’t appear to be any intent to harm her. If anything the victim on the floor was trying to defend himself, itself, whatever.

Coming to the realization that something had to be done before things got worse Adelina stepped up and grabbed one of Blade’s arms. The grip was firm and with what looked like a light tug she pulled the man off of Casey. As one might expect the enraged man struggled to break free of the young girl’s clutches. When the first frantic blow came her way she turned and pushed the man back down the hall toward the Cafeteria. In whole the small form made the whole action of picking up a full grown man and shoving him down the hall rather effortless. Perhaps it was just in the moment or she didn’t quite yet realize her own strength yet as Blade sailed through the air before skidding across the floor back to his group. Pausing with her arms outstretched and a slight look of surprise she took a step back. [color=goldenrod]”Sorry, I didn’t mean to throw him.”[/color]
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