[center][h2]Caelum Harrington[/h2][/center]
In response to his complaints, Spindle complimented him, and even assured him he’d get his own Persona soon. “Noted. Thank you,” he retorted curtly, though politely. He was too tired to mince words, and silently – besides his panting – trekked alongside the other two. He listened curiously to Spindle’s explanations, intrigued at the weapons and so-called Personas that could appear and disappear as was convenient. “I see the clothes stay though,” he commented with a nod at Barney.

What Spindle said about territory got him thinking. If each Shadow had their own territory, then they would be safe as long as they went outside of those, right? But wasn’t the whole prison complex Pondwater’s as well? It seemed to him that even these Shadows could be in a sort of landlord-tenant relationship. He had no idea how that worked, but now wasn’t the time to find out.

When they came across a guard, Caelum stopped suddenly, stumbling a bit as he tried to keep back. Barney immediately went into action with his new powers, and the show was rather impressive. Those powers truly were appealing, and if Spindle was right that he would get his own, it could not come too soon.

They met some of the others at a club house of all places. One those other students was sporting a new outfit and his very own Persona as well – a harpy, it looked like. Spindle also briefly explained about this other world, though Caelum truthfully didn’t know how an apparently physical place could be formed out of people’s thoughts. It sounded like the subconscious, but he only knew the gist of that concept, and it wasn’t supposed to be manifested in reality – or a semblance of it – anyway. Maybe he could check out some books about it later.

As was becoming the trend, a bunch of new enemies appeared, and they were chased away. Well, Spindle, Barney, and that other guy stayed behind to fight, while the rest of them sped away. Lagging slightly behind the now healed Vincent and Nick, he introduced himself briefly, still short of breath. “It’s – Caelum,” he stated, tone tense, words interrupted by a brief huff due to being on the run.

He coughed a disbelieving laugh when Vincent expressed his enthusiasm. “Can’t say – I’m exhilarated,” he puffed, “But I’d not – oppose one of those.” He had no problem staying behind Vincent. In fact, even if his greatest wish was to overtake him, Caelum doubted he could manage it just then. When they stopped near the basketball court, he stopped, bending down to rest his palms against his knees as he regained his breath. He’d not got much of a breather when they’d met at the club, after all, and his stamina was only so-so.