[hr][hr] [center] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d2/d7/48/d2d74825c78544b0a527cacae3ff76d9.jpg[/img] [hr] [color=#663399]Location:[/color] Dungeons —> Lab [i]IX[/i] —> Dorm —> First Gate, Strange Academy [color=#663399]Grimore:[/color] [color=#663399]Skills:[/color] [/center] [hr][hr] Annika stepped into the lab behind Franklin and the others. She looked around the circular room, taking in the various instruments and the mad-scientist-like quality of the space. The body in the middle of the room left her feeling a little unsettled. As they walked closer, Annika rubbed her arms, peering at the work Franklin had done so far. After a moment, she stepped back, joining Rohan. [color=#663399]”Your lab is more inviting than this,”[/color] she informed him. It almost felt as if they lingered for too long, Franklin would turn his experimentation on them. Once Franklin explained what he would be doing, they didn’t linger long. After saying good night to Rohan, she walked back to the dorms with Jake and Cassie, saying good night to them before retiring to her room. Alone. Jack wanted to stay with Cassie, which didn’t bother Annika. She was perfectly used to being on her own. Annika remained awake for a while, not ready for sleep to claim her. After writing out her day, recapping the class lessons and the head, Annika flipped through her father’s journals. They were always a comfort to her, and she was hoping she might come across something that would help her with Sariel’s task. [hr] While Sariel spoke about the day’s task, Annika’s eyes kept flitting about. Frankie had never come back to the dorm last night, and although her roommate did seem the type to stay in his lab and never sleep, the fact that he wasn’t here was now starting to get to her. Especially when it seemed like Sariel didn’t care. And Rohan said they were set to go. Annika looked at him and frowned. [color=#663399]”Frankie isn’t here. And more importantly, he never came back to the dorm. What if something happened?”[/color] Annika looked back, hoping to see Franklin emerging from whatever nighttime experiment he had gotten caught up in. [hr][hr] [center] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fc/11/07/fc11077e2eca5e348901828f23d3e755.jpg[/img] [hr] [color=#B22222]Location:[/color] Library —> Outside Mikkail’s Sitting Room, Strange Academy [color=#B22222]Grimore:[/color] [color=#B22222]Skills:[/color] [color=#B22222][url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/da/fa/ec/dafaec20243bb508b2a9584dc0437af3.jpg]Fit[/url][/color] [/center] [hr][hr] Callaghan stared at the shut journal. Eyes. Eyes. Seven pairs. A thought occurred to him at the same time it did for Nicky. But just as fast as it came, it was gone. Cal stared blankly at the journal. What had him so concerned about seeing eyes in an old man’s journal? Surely they had just been drawings. Cal frowned. No. There had been something more. The thought scratched away at his brain, not quite letting go, but not yielding anything either. Cal huffed and pushed back from the table. [color=#B22222]”Ah, that is unfortunate. A death so soon in the school year isn’t the best omen.”[/color] As he started to gather the books back up, Cal paused to look at the journal once more. Perhaps another peek… Nick’s mention of Willow pulled his focus back. Cal smiled at the witch, shaking his head. [color=#B22222]”No, I’ll be more than fine. Don’t have too much fun without me,”[/color] Cal teased and waved the witch off. Once he finished gathering his books, Cal made a stop at his dorm, dropping off everything before preparing Willow’s tea and bringing it to her. He lingered while she drank it, making sure she felt its calming effect before returning to his dorm to find a new addition. Cal looked at Jake, settled with Cassie, before he looked at Rohan questioningly. Information for another time. [hr] [center][i]You are a good man, Callaghan. I do hope you find a way to break the cycles of history.[/i][/center] The professor’s words from the previous day continued to linger with Cal. Even while he showered. Even while he ate. Even when he handed Cassie the journal as they walked to Professor Mikkail’s sitting room. It had been a mission his own family had tasked him with. A sort of break, but a preservation as well. However, with the evening’s revelation, Cal was beginning to wonder if some tasks were more important than others. Callaghan explained to Cassie what had occurred the night before. Between him, Nick, and Willow, trying to look at the journal, not one of them had produced any real results. [color=#B22222]”So, Nick and I, our theory anyway, is that your chaos magic might help present us with at least a better direction if you look over the journal. Of course, we won’t force you if you don’t want to. I’m willing to give it another go, but I know Willow is against looking again after her severe reaction.”[/color] Cal stopped outside Professor Mikkail’s sitting room door, slipping his hands into his jeans' pockets. His clothes were much more casual today, but still well planned and thought out to complement his body type and colouring. The academy was always a little drafty, Cal found, so he often liked to layer with a jacket or sweater and a long-sleeve shirt. Besides, it was always best for a gentleman to have a jacket on hand to offer to someone who was feeling the chill.