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An ear-piercing shriek. Then a barrage of expletives.

Imogen groaned and forced herself to rouse, vision blurry as she tried to rub away the sleepiness that still pulled at her. It took a couple of seconds to realize that she wasn't in her room (unless they changed the dorm room ceilings into glass just last night) and another five to remember she had somewhere important to be (special mission?!).

[color=e3e3e3]"What are you doing in there?"[/color] The dark-haired girl looming over her had calmed down enough to stop the wonderfully colorful string of curses she had assailed her with, and even dutifully helped her out of the extra-large but mostly empty planter she had been curled up in. Imogen thanked her for both the helping hand and the handful of new curse words she learned.

[color=ffb5c2]"Sleeping,"[/color] Imogen answered plainly, picking out errant foliage from her messy pink hair and seriously rumpled clothes. She raised her arms in a brief stretch and immediately discovered the consequences of her botched late-night venture. After several days of successful patrols—success here being measured by number of times caught (zero) instead of number of times she has prevented another abduction (also zero)—she had gotten complacent and almost got caught by one of the Pegasus Knights on duty. The greenhouse had been the only way to avoid her line of sight and so she was forced to spend the night there, or risk getting into trouble.

Speaking of the greenhouse-- the sunlight filtered through the glass panels and Imogen was once again reminded of something important she had to do. [color=ffb5c2]"Hey, what time is it?"[/color]

[color=e3e3e3]"Seventh bell just rang… no, hold on, why are--”[/color]

[color=ffb5c2]"Uh-oh, Clary's gonna be [i]big mad[/i], I gotta go now. Thanks again for waking me up! I'll see you later!"[/color] Imogen raced out of the greenhouse, waving goodbye to the bewildered student left to wonder what on Fódlan just happened.

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She'd forgotten where they were supposed to meet and ended up going to their empty classroom first before checking the Blue Lions' and finding everyone there. Someone else was doing the lecture, not Professor Mik like she assumed—oh, shoot, was that Professor Lav? Imogen recoiled reflexively, guilt bubbling up as she recalled all the times she fell asleep in her class.

Hunched over sheepishly, she found the closest available seat and looked around wildly in attempt to catch herself up on the briefing. Whatever it was seemed serious, judging from the somber looks on some of their faces. Even Jory sounded cranky when raised his hand, which was odd given that he was talking to a pretty professor.

Lin was next to volunteer and Imogen started to pick up on the situation a little more. Okay, so they were being asked to either be away from the 'screaming civilians/hostages' or hang back with them. So they'd be split up in a group to attack and a group to defend? Although normally one to prefer being in the thick of things, because she would be too restless otherwise, Imogen knew immediately what she had to do. She'd been searching for opportunities to help others with her abilities and what better way than this?

[color=ffb5c2]"I can protect people!"[/color] Imogen jumped up and raised her hand, a determined glint in her eyes. It only occurred to her then to think about how the others might be feeling, after what they'd experienced in Luin. Her friends had gotten hurt before and she absolutely can't let that happen again. [color=ffb5c2]"We'll save everyone this time."[/color]