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[color=#663399]Location:[/color] Primary Artificer Laboratory, Strange Academy
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Annika’s mind whirled around while she thought about how to construct the right side of the heart. Her mind warred between wanting to make it aesthetically pleasing and functional. Her body seemed to move on autopilot while her mind was elsewhere. Annika picked up a knife near her workstation, cleaned it with the antiseptic Franklin had used, and approached Rohan. Nochella meowed, pulling Annika from her thoughts. She glanced around, dazed, before she realized what she held and where she stood.

[color=#663399]”Oh. Do you mind?”[/color] Annika asked. She pushed up the sleeve of her shirt before presenting her arm and blade to Rohan like an offering. [color=#663399]”I’m not squeamish. I just don’t think I can do it myself.”[/color] [i]And I’d rather you do it than the freaky Fae in the corner eyeing me like their own personal blood bag,[/i] Annika thought to herself. 

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Cal walked quickly to the language section after the others had split off. He muttered to himself, a few stray words of Spanish infiltrating his monologue. As soon as they reached the correct section, Cal’s eyes flicked rapidly back and forth across the book titles. He scanned row after row, familiar with the way the archivists catalogued their books. The touch to Cal’s arm had him pause briefly. He looked at Nick, blinking as he remembered why he wanted to get Nicky alone, before he continued in his search. 

[color=#B22222]”He’s eccentric yes, but that is normal for Mikkail. No. Something’s wrong. He tried to shift while we were in his office. If he did that, all of us would be seriously injured or killed. A predator would only shift in a room that size because they are defending themselves or are scared,”[/color] Cal said confidently. [color=#B22222]”It’s why I shifted last night. I knew something was wrong, and my dragon pushed the drug through my body faster. I think Mikkail is trapped inside his own mind. He’s acting stranger than usual. Ah, there you are, beautiful.”[/color] Cal pulled a book off the shelf. It was tattered and torn in places, the leather worn and supple from excessive use. Cal flipped through a couple of pages before he snapped the book shut and looked at Nick.

[color=#B22222]”He matched your native tongue and placed your notebook on the shelf with the others because he gave you a separate task. He wrote in his native tongue on the blackboard because he was hiding something. Or because whatever has him scared is preventing him from speaking on it. Not to mention my spidy senses were tingling the entire time we were in his office.”[/color] Cal rubbed the back of his neck and turned, worried someone or something was listening to them.