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Anytime she wanted to wake up from this... increasingly strange dream would be welcome. From finding Vaen outside her apartment, his furry-goat-satan legs, to their mad sprint to this place and him telling her to get to the top of this hill for some... camp? A camp that was the only safe place on the planet for people like herself? As she stormed up the hill to get some answers as to what the hell was going on, Ryley swore to herself that she would kick his furry little rear. Especially since she was [i]at least[/i] 50% certain that this place she had been taken to was a cult of some sort. The exact last kind of place she wanted to be at the moment, but still... the only way she would get any answers was crossing that hill. Storming her way up the hill, Ryley soon heard the sound of thunder somewhere nearby, and another curse slipped past the blonde's lips. [i]Of course it had to rain.[/i] She thought to herself since the scene wouldn't be complete without drenching her clothes. 

So focused was she on the task of getting into this 'camp' and demanding answers out some poor fucker, that Ryley didn't even notice that it was not storming in the area immediately around her. Instead, she was being followed by her own personal storm as she crossed the invisible barrier and saw... a camp. Yep. What looked to be a normal-ass summer camp. Was this really what Vaen had dragged her all the way here, in such a panic, over? To attend some stupid summer camp with him? Oh, she was going to [i]kill[/i] that stupid boy. From her spot on the hill, she could see several people seemingly spread throughout the camp. A series of cabins, what seemed to be a mess hall, an amphitheater. Off to one side, she could see a canoe laker, strawberry fields, a forest that gave her the creeps, and... was that a rock climbing wall [i][b]with LITERAL LAVA[/b][/i] running down one side? [color=#87CEFA]"What the fuck is this place..."[/color] The girl whispered softly, turning then towards the large house that seemed to radiate importance. Moreso, she saw what seemed to be a few figures standing outside of the house. 

Storming (quite literally) down towards the assembled group, Ryley was unaware that her own anger at the whole situation, and being rained on, were only fueling the storm growing above her head. To those watching, the blonde rapidly closing the distance on them had quite the black cloud overhead, electricty arcing around the cloud itself. The distance closed, the storm intensified. As she stopped, a few away from the group, Ryley started to yell. [color=#87CEFA]"What the he-"[/color] She started, cut off by a thunderous boom as a bolt slammed into the ground next to her. The girl screamed out in panic and leaped away from the spot, eyes wide at what she was certain was a near-death experience. Her anger and concentration, however, were stolen by this sudden scare and as a result, the cloud overhead rapidly started to dissipate. Instead, the ground around her was bathed in a sort of golden light, unnatural, but not something the girl paid any mind towards. Above her head, a floating image of a thunderbolt glowed a brilliant golden, declaring Ryley's parentage to those who understood the symbol. 

Ryley, however, was not paying this strange light any mind. Wheeling back on the group, Ryley herself seemed calmer but her eyes betrayed that anger still buried inside. [color=#87CEFA]"What in the actual hell is this place!?"[/color] She demanded, her tone sounded all the least bit friendly.