After everything was set up, Ambrose was one of the first to break off from the group. He needed the rest, needed to get away from all the craziness of their situation. He felt a twinge of guilt whenever his thoughts wondered to Caleb, a part of him felt obligated to be there for his recovery. But he could never bring himself to do it. There was jsut a wave of conflcited emotions blocking him from going forward with Caleb. Instead for the past few days Ambrose has just been burying himself in his schoolwork, catching up in the classes he missed and homework. He still remained incredibly isolated those days, talking to barely anyone. It had reminded him a lot of the time when Caleb had gotten hurt the first time. Ambrose had shaken his head at the thought when it had hit him, a bit disappointed in his habits to be a complete introvert.
He was one of the first to get the information from Morgan finally. They had spoken late at night when Morgan approached him and revealed the location. Ambrose didn't know how Morgan had it, and he didn't want to. But the location was nothing like he expected. Ambrose turned over the facts in his head, trying to wrap his head around it. Apparently the last knife was on campus, at least technically. It existed in apparently long abandoned tunnels under the campus, a maze-like system. Except the kicker was that it was being held in a different dimension, one that was adjacent and overlapping with ours. It apparently coexisted with ours, and though serious magic would be needed to take an item from this dimension, it was not unheard of. The information was spread throughout the group and plans were discussed, but right now Ambrose had down time.
He was working on a painting, something he didn't get to do as often as he liked. Stepping back every so often to tilt his head and examine it. The canvas was horizontal and showed a bloody scene. It may have been a reflection of the party incident, but it was much more abstract and instilled more of a cold fear then the visceral shock Ambrose had experienced.
He was in the middle of pacing his room back and forth when he noticed a text sent by Caleb about an hour ago. He scooped up his phone, and examined the text. Ambrose paused, a bit afraid of what it meant but eventually he gained the nerve to reply.
Yeah, meet me in the campus garden?
He was one of the first to get the information from Morgan finally. They had spoken late at night when Morgan approached him and revealed the location. Ambrose didn't know how Morgan had it, and he didn't want to. But the location was nothing like he expected. Ambrose turned over the facts in his head, trying to wrap his head around it. Apparently the last knife was on campus, at least technically. It existed in apparently long abandoned tunnels under the campus, a maze-like system. Except the kicker was that it was being held in a different dimension, one that was adjacent and overlapping with ours. It apparently coexisted with ours, and though serious magic would be needed to take an item from this dimension, it was not unheard of. The information was spread throughout the group and plans were discussed, but right now Ambrose had down time.
He was working on a painting, something he didn't get to do as often as he liked. Stepping back every so often to tilt his head and examine it. The canvas was horizontal and showed a bloody scene. It may have been a reflection of the party incident, but it was much more abstract and instilled more of a cold fear then the visceral shock Ambrose had experienced.
He was in the middle of pacing his room back and forth when he noticed a text sent by Caleb about an hour ago. He scooped up his phone, and examined the text. Ambrose paused, a bit afraid of what it meant but eventually he gained the nerve to reply.
Yeah, meet me in the campus garden?