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[color=#663399]Location:[/color] Dungeons, Strange Academy
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Even with all the talk of unsavoury things happening in the dungeon, Annika remained calm. She liked dark and spooky places like this. Even Nochella had come out to play, slinking in and around her companion's feet before dashing off ahead of them. Annika fell half a step behind Rohan once he had his mask in place. She had the strongest urge to touch the thing. He looked even more like a tree now. 

However, she didn’t linger behind Rohan for long. Dysphoria’s talk of blood, hunting, and killing had her moving closer to Rohan again. Everyone had their own quirks, and Dysphoria was decidedly [i]not[/i] remotely close to anything Annika had ever encountered before, so she had no experience in how to act or interpret the symbiote. For now, the best course of action Annika had to go off of was to stay away. Especially in the dark. 

Annika glanced at Rohan when he asked if she had seen what he had within the shadows. Annika shifted her steps, suddenly feeling unstable and as if she were being hunted. She turned her head, eyeing Dysphoria and Finely before she refocused on the dead end they had come to. 

[color=#663399]”No, sorry. I missed it, but these shadows do feel familiar. I know them somehow, and I think Noch does, too,”[/color] Annika said, watching her shadowed feline friend bounce around. 

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[color=#B22222]”Library first, then. I do want to stop by the professor's office and take a look at the journals he has. I am certain something will be in there that could help us.”[/color] 

Callaghan walked through the halls with Nicky, glancing back at the rest of the group as they disappeared in the direction of the basement.

[color=#B22222]”You two always seem to write off the newcomers too soon. I am certain one or two of them may surprise you,”[/color] Cal said, smiling at Nicky as they walked. Barty did like to play rough, but it seemed Cassie could hold her own against him. At least verbally. [color=#B22222]”Besides, you were quite fond of Jake last night if I recall,”[/color] Cal proded. 

Once they reached Cal’s room, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto his bed. Silk was fine for dinner, but not good for studying. Half-naked, with the marks of last night still visible, Cal started shovelling books into a bag before he selected a light coloured Aran cardigan from his closet and slipped it on. However, now his red pants no longer matched. Cal stripped those off next in favour of a black pair.

Cal slowly dressed, contemplating his meeting with his favoured professor after Willow had left earlier that day. [color=#B22222]”He’s tired, but he declared that nothing is wrong and our task is unrelated. I’m still not convinced. But he did mention some of his work might be coded in some way that he no longer understands.”[/color] Like that infernal sentence Mikkail wrote in his native tongue on the blackboard. Cal grabbed his bag off the bed, feeling frustrated.