[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989753-c0d4-751e-94b6-ac932f65638b.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@Morose][@Blizz][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@Teyao][@KazAlkemi][@kittyluna45][hr][h3][color=57F287][b]Late Morning - Sat. Nov. 2nd, 2040 [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]


[H1][center][color=magenta]Mikkail’s Sitting Room[/color][/center][/h1]
[sub][center]Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia, Barty, Connie, Jake[/center][/sub]

Nicholas let out a sigh of relief as Connie and Barty bustled in like a whirlwind, immediately taking over the injury with Cassie. He was equally relieved when Callaghan didn’t bear teeth at them; a possessive dragon strung out with worry and guilt would only add to the problem. He glanced back at the open door, expecting another face to come bumbling through, but Jake never showed and a brief pulse of concern ran through him. A severed head, a severed hand - all things that would be concerning normally but all of them were recently connected to this specific group and frankly, Nicholas didn’t believe in coincidences. One more [i]something[/i] and Nicholas would know there was someone targeting them and he would be dragging Barty out, kicking and screaming if he must. A twinge of guilt had him frowning at himself, but instead he focused on what new insanity Callaghan protested. 

[color=5b8a9a]“I do not doubt your power, but even you should not be alone with that after your reaction this eve past. It drank of her - who knows what power it or the entity it contains now wields.”[/color] Nicholas protested, all but scowling at the idea of any of these people escaping the protection of his magic. If Callaghan was correct and something was hunting them… [color=5b8a9a]“If you insist on handling this alone then I would demand my services be paid for in a favor equivalent to the worth of the lives you ask me guard. My magicks may be potent but the demands on my magical stores will be significant and should I need come to your aid, I will need that token to restore my reserves.”[/color]  

Nicholas couldn’t agree more as Willow exclaimed that they should burn the book. [color=5b8a9a]“I have said this from the beginning and will kindly keep my gloating until after all parties have been restored to moderate health, but I believe it would be best we revisit the necessity of this mystery with the Professor with our recent amputee on full display. I have no doubt the state of his beloved sitting room and our poor companion will prompt him to reevaluate the subject on which we toil.”[/color] Nicholas turned to his brother with a frown. [color=5b8a9a]“Nach robh Seumas còmhla riut cuideachd no an do dh’fhàg thu e a’ strì leis fhèin? Tha na snàithleanan a tha air an snìomh seo gam fhàgail a’ smaoineachadh gur e droch cho-dhùnadh a th’ ann a bhith aonaranach do dhuine sam bith.”[/color]

[hider=Tranlastion] “Was Jake not with you as well or did you leave him fumbling around by himself? The thread so spun have me think isolation a poor decision for anyone.”[/hider]


[H1][center][color=gold]Into the Unknow[/color][/center][/h1]
[sub][center]Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Annika[/center][/sub]

[color=F739D7]“And here is the shadowling. Though your rations have escaped.”[/color] Dysphoria kindly pointed out, a tendril pointing towards the cottage. [color=F739D7]“If the woodling would like to leave instead of explore, we have means to find our way home. Pull on the magic and it will guide you back to the school, so says the human with the lightning eyes. Darling, do we think she would let us eat us when she no longer wants them? We would very much like to taste them.”[/color] Dysphoria’s tongue darted out once more, twining around to stare for a long moment at the fountain. 

A few leaves drifted down from the trees above but otherwise, the space was quiet, soft, unassuming.