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Lunch was enjoyable, even with the obvious tensions that had formed. Having returned to the classroom with Callan, Siena was quick to note where everyone was sitting, trying to match faces to names as she passed.

Considering the wealth of information that she was capable of storing, the brunette didn't find the task difficult.

Still, she was uneasy when she noted that Lily was nowhere to be seen, and even more nervousness when the boy that had received a Squishable Manatee was distinctly not present in his seat by the time that things had started to roll into action. It was a shame--he seemed like a nice boy, and...well, Siena had wanted to ask if he liked Squishables as much as she did. A concerned frown on her face, Siena focused on what was being said as best she could through the storm.

'You shouldn't be curious, you should be worried.' Shut. Up. 'Don't show your fangs, Siena.'

Her words? Or Maya's?

Forcing herself away from the inner turmoil, Siena listened intently to the explanation of flag-and-seek, her eyes scanning over the names on the board. She recognized most of the opposing team, but that wasn't exactly good if she considered they were going to be competing. Her eyes caught sight of Marcus's glance, and it sent...something through her. Instead of returning the expression, Siena had quickly averted her gaze, as though she hadn't noticed. Why had she felt a jolt of fear at that?

'Because Gerwulf gets that look before things go bad.'

Shut. Up.

Freddy's talk about the world at large and the way that DC monsters were beginning to act strange had trouble reaching Siena through the thick of her troubled thoughts. Relief that a few of the missing students were not in danger. Fear that there had been no mention of Aaron. Terror at the familiarity of the challenger's gaze.

Stop it.

When the lecture had come to a close, Siena had little choice but to distract herself with other things. Electives--she should put some thought into them...right? Her eyes went over the columns and words over and over again to no avail, eventually leaving her to fill the sheet out in desperation over actual interest in the courses.



Less Brutalization Than Advertised


Lily | Siena

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Collab between @Kyrisse @PapiTan

"Golden snitch, stay hidden, solitary confinement... Golden snitch, stay hidden, solitary confinement," Lily repeated quietly to herself as she sat on the floor of the defunct freezer. It was sort of funny to think of herself as a golden snitch. She had blonde hair and was small. But can I move that fast? Maybe I should try. Her mind brought up the scene she saw outside. A large clearing with weird beaten up buildings all around and two opposing teams... "Solitary confinement," the words crept up on her again. If she got caught then that would be it.Had she been in her sad mood, solitary confinement wouldn't have been a problem. Seeing how fast she was in exchange for being alone for what? Maybe a week? She wouldn't mind. But she wasn't in that mood now and being shut out from people she found interesting wasn't exactly tempting. She sighed.

But then staying in the same place until someone found her? Ugh. This is so boring. Why play a game if it's boring in the first place? The place she was in was not somewhere she'd like to stay for long periods of time too. Broken down, rusty shelves, cracked tiled walls and a peeling ceiling with sinister dark brown water marks. There was also a strange musty smell she couldn't quite figure where it's coming from. "Would have been more interesting if I was with that boy...Oh." Her lips formed an O as she thought back to how Christmas had looked when they were led into Ground Zero. Unlike her, the idea of the game didn't really seem to amuse him. He actually looked scared. She immediately felt sympathetic towards him and wondered where he was.

Thinking how the boy must be feeling brought forth memories of when she had woken up in USARILN East. Unfamiliar faces stared down at her, people in white coats fussed over her and whispered among themselves about the X marking her throat. She remembered resenting whoever it was that left her there, hated whoever it was that wiped her memories. Being left alone wasn't such a nice thing. She shook her head to clear it. No use thinking about it for now. Dwelling too much on things she can't remember brought out the faceless people in her mind. And she didn't want or need that now. She jumped up to her feet, the way a surprised rabbit would. I should go and look for that boy! she concluded happily. As long as I keep myself hidden then there's really no problem, right? She made her way towards the door, her mind already coming up with a dozen plans on how to look for the other healer.

There was something unsettling, Siena acknowledged as the preparation time wound down, about the fact that neither Kurt (Nightcrawler, she supposed) nor Demetri were especially difficult to control. It was almost nauseating how little change she felt in her own inner world even adopting both their names, but that was the price she paid for control, wasn't it? The brunette took advantage of the moment of serene peace to start probling the field, getting accustomed to Demetri's tracking sense.

It was...different from what Siena had expected, really. She could tell, with relative ease, that she couldn't identify most of what she was sensing. More importantly, it occurred to Siena that while she could cleanly feel ten distinct presences on the field, two of them were unfamiliar and difficult to latch onto.

One of them, she acknowledged, was probably Christmas.

But Lily...? Siena could dig out the tenors of Lily's mind with relative ease, her eyes trailing towards the buildings on her right. A definite sense from that direction...isolation. The familiarity of the emotion sent a tremor through Siena's fingertips, enough to make her hair stand on end. Turning her gaze about the field to avoid showing any knowledge of her target, Siena's mind immediately worked out a plan. The smallest building was the restaurant--it looked a little dismal, but it would also be the easiest to search and access with its mostly-visible entryways. The brunette could barely make out a few darker figures in the storefront, but just enough to know where she could safely make a landing in the worst case scenario. There was a lobby. Plenty of space.

'START!'

The words had barely finished when Siena braced herself for some discomfort, running forward a few steps as if to keep up with her teammates, and then jumping.

Not a normal jump.

She vanished in a puff of sulphur-reeking smoke, reappearing in a tangle of limbs as her forward momentum sent her tumbling directly into an overturned podium, scattering a few forgotten menus on the ground. Bruising pain blossomed like sickly-sweet flowers across her arms and ribs, but the girl didn't let it stop her. She had to get out of sight before anyone noticed where she had disappeared to. Stumbling blindly over unturned furniture that had seen better days, colors burst before her vision as nausea and fatigue set in. Short of breath, Siena staggered around the corner, slumping against the wall.

'Oh god, oh geeze. Should have done a test jump before I tried that.' The last time she had taken this name, she hadn't been so daring with her teleportation once she noticed it. Siena took a few deep breaths to calm her churning stomach, counting to up to fifteen and back again before doing a quick scan of the restaurant. Lily was close...but not in the mess of furniture tossed and turned. Steeling herself, Siena started picking her way towards the back of the establishment, the sense becoming easier to follow as the nausea faded out.

Lily's hand had just rested on the freezer's door handle when she heard a muffled sound from outside. She immediately froze, Monsters, was her initial thought, her golden eyes wide. The squirrels. Her mind brought back memories from the last battle she was in. She thought of how the rodents had feasted on Padma and she cringed. No, no, no, no, she thought frantically as she looked around the small, confined space she was in. If she stayed there then she'd definitely be squirrel food. It wasn't such a nice thought... she still wanted to do so much. She still wanted to remember things she had no idea if she'll ever remember.

Steeling herself, she reached out again and slowly opened the door. Thankfully, even in its decrepit state, the door swung open smoothly, making no unnecessary sounds. She held her breath as she peeked outside. When she didn't see anything there aside from the haphazard kitchen furniture, she immediately got on all fours and crept out as stealthily and as quietly as she can. Spotting an open metal kitchen cabinet, she hurriedly crawled over to it and got in, her small size enabling her to cram herself into the small space with no effort. She would have slid the metal door closed but seeing at how rusted it was, she was sure it would make a grating sound. She opted to leave it open.

The kitchen wasn't in better condition than the dining area, but it certainly had a few places more to try and hide a person. Grey eyes darted around the room. One exit that looked like it led to a storage room, two hefty metal doors that were likely the freezer and refrigeration unit, and one large, standing oven that could have hid a human body. 'They're not going to hide anyone in an oven, Siena.; A quick glance down the hall as she passed the exit to the storage room told Siena that the room didn't have an entry door--just another exit with a small window that showed outdoor skies. Good, an unseen exit that she could leave through. She'd check there last. Alright, that meant a clockwise scouring of the kitchen--'You idiot, you forgot the restrooms.'. Giving a frustrated sigh, Siena pinched the bridge of her nose. She'd check them after the kitchen. Stupid of her to forget that most eating establishments had public restrooms, even if she never used them herself.

"...Freezer, fridge, oven, bathrooms, and storage, then..." The words came out a little uncertain as Siena thought back on her previous encounter with Lily. The girl wasn't really all that big, now that she thought about it. With a frown on her face, the brunette couldn't help but imagine one of the guards shoving the blonde into a drawer or underneath a fryer without much trouble. That made things much harder. "And I'm not familiar enough with this tracking sense to get a better read..." Siena didn't let that stop her as she peered into the open door of the freezer. Nothing. Next.

It took a little effort to swing the door of the refrigeration unit open, the hinges having been unwilling to budge after the first few tugs. Peering in, her nose was assaulted by the smell of stale air and what was probably mold. Nothing again. Well...there was always the oven to check. With a sigh, the brunette promptly turned, already jogging for--

CLANG.

"OW!" Her knee collided into the corner of the center island, the metal humming with a metallic sound as another round of pain settled into her joints. Not even a teleport that time. Hissing, the girl staggered, one hand landing against the smooth surface as her face contorted into a grimace as she glanced at the injury. A thin cut peered back at her, blood seeping to the surface. She should have worn the long pants. "Could use a healer right about now..." But she didn't have one, so she'd have to find something to cover her injury, at least. Though the building was in a state of disarray, certainly there were some washcloths or paper towels she could use as a makeshift plaster. With a sigh, Siena started walking, this time carefully, towards the other end of the kitchen, her eyes glancing about every so often to check for another unexpected obstacle.

Except what she saw, about halfway on her journey to the other side of the kitchen, was not an obstacle, but Lily just barely in sight thanks to the angle of the cabinet door she'd hidden in. Little more than a glimmer of golden hair through the crack. Siena paused.

The loud noise and the 'OW' made Lily's head pop out of her hiding place. Squirrels didn't make 'ow' sounds, do they? When she caught sight of a girl with brown hair, she almost sighed in relief. It wasn't some monster but someone she recognized. Siena. Team mate from the last battle and fellow Benediction fan. The small girl grinned and was just about to call out to Siena when she remembered just in time that she should be staying hidden. She immediately clamped her mouth close and ducked back into the cabinet she had been hiding in before she could be found out.

But maybe she became careless or Siena was using some sort of detecting power. Even as she retreated back into the shadows of the cabinet, the other girl spotted her.

"Lily? Did...did they shove you in a cabinet?" A mixture of both concern and confusion trickled into the bookworm's voice. Why? There were plenty of other hiding spots around. Siena took a cautious step closer to the cabinet in case she had to play rough to get Lily back to the team. "I'm gonna uh...get you out of there, if you're okay with that. I don't think being stuck in a space that small is comfortable..."

When Lily heard Siena addressing her, she expected to be tazed and have guards marching in to take her to some solitary confinement. She failed at staying hidden after all. Wait... I'm supposed to be found, right? I hid and was found. I didn't lead her here... she thought to herself as she uncurled herself from her position in the cabinet and got up on her feet. She shook her head in response to Siena's question. "No. I hid in there by myself. I thought you were a squirrel out to get me," she admitted, her eyes scouring the area as if expecting monsters to jump her. When she was content that there was only the two of them, she looked at the small space she had crammed herself into and then shook her head again. "Actually, it wasn't so bad in there. I think I would have fallen asleep if you didn't find me," she laughed animatedly before staring quizzically at the taller girl. "But how did you find me here?" she asked curiously. "I thought it would be a while for someone to actually come and find me."

"Ah, well that's good...? I'm glad they didn't just shove you in there." And with a pause, Siena gave a small grin. "Hehe...I'm borrowing a tracker's power since I wanted to find you before the team out to hunt healers tried to cram you somewhere else. I'm still getting used to it, but I could tell you were somewhere nearby." The lie came to her with relative ease, especially when mixed with a half truth. Offering her hand to the smaller blonde, Siena gave a gentle smile to hide the anxiety that was starting to build. Time was of the essence, she thought. "You wanna try something cool? I just so happen to have borrowed a second nifty power to get around the area."

Having no real reason not to trust a familiar face and a former team mate, Lily was quick to agree. She nodded her head enthusiastically as she took the hand offered to her. There wasn't any rule that said she couldn't go with someone, right? "Okay."

Relief swept over Siena like the warm mists of her home showers, but she drowned it with a smile. "I shoulda done this when Benediction disappeared." Leading the girl towards the dining area, Siena waited until she could peer out into the field. With two figures near the spot she'd been hoping to drop Lily off, she quickly recalculated for the top of the nearest building to that spot. A further jump, but safer, given the circumstances. The brunette gave a mischievous smile to her companion. "There might be a little motion sickness, but I promise, it'll be cool."

Lily allowed herself to be led towards the dining area, furrowing her brows at how the taller girl held her hand. Somehow it brought unfamiliar memories to mind and for a brief second Siena turned into a tall boy with golden hair. "Hmmm?" She blinked. Was she imagining things? Who was holding her hand? A quick flash of a gentle face, a smile, golden hair blowing in the wind. "Sebastian," she whispered in a sort of relieved tone, remembrance, as always coming in short bursts. But the image only she was able to see disappeared when she heard a dragon's roar reach them. The small blonde snapped her attention towards what was happening outside, her mind automatically shifting gears. Monsters? she again thought in a panic, not really aware that they had a shapeshifter among their ranks.

With a gentle squeeze of Lily's hand, the two figures vanished from the restaurant in a cloud of brimstone smoke. Unlike the first jump, Siena had been able to nail the landing. Sort of. She was two inches off the ground, but that was better than two feet while moving. Head spinning, she wondered briefly whether Lily felt any of the fatigue--she'd picked an earlier version of her mark despite the distinct disadvantages hoping that the side-effects wouldn't be quite so pronounced on her potential passengers.

It was probably a slim hope, but at least she'd given some warning on the disorientation. Hopefully it was enough to keep her (dare she say it?) friend from the same fatigue that Siena could feel trying to settle over her. Staggering a bit, the brunette gave a surprisingly genuine laugh at her accomplishment. "Oh geeze, haha...I usually don't land that gracefully." One shaky backstep to hide the disorientation. "You should be nice and safe here."

Lily didn't have a chance to voice out her worries or to even remember the vision of the golden haired boy she had just seen when the restaurant vanished from around her. She felt her head spin as she felt the ground disappear and reappear under her feet. Disoriented, she trained her golden eyes at Siena, for a moment confused with what had just happened. But her hyperactive mind quickly noted that they were in a different place and she figured out that Siena had somehow teleported them. Despite the dizziness she still felt, a huge grin spread across her face and she made a small whoop of excitement. "That was... AMAZING! How did you do that? Can we do it again? Can we teleport anywhere? What about back to the dorm? Or maybe to where Christmas is? I'm sure he's scared and alone somewhere. He didn't look too pleased to be in this game," she fired one question after another. "Oh, oh, you found me when no one else did. So does that mean you can zero in on where Chistmas is? Can I come along when you get him?" she continued her excited chatter, slightly bouncing on the balls of her feet.

There was a brief moment of legitimate confusion as Lily seemed to be...shockingly excited about having been teleported. She'd once taken Gerwulf for a quick trip down the stairs, and he'd sworn for about twenty seconds straight after their rematerialization. Then again, Gerwulf hated surprises, so maybe this was the normal reaction. "I'm glad you liked that better than the last person I teleported." An honest truth accompanied by an equally honest smile. "How about I bring Christmas over here, and then I'll teleport you as many times as you want? I gotta get out of here before anyone notices I got back." Lie, lie, lie. Total lie. "I'm gonna sound a little insane, but I'm gonna drop you off by the dragon puppy. He's nice though." The dragon that looked kind of like he had just gotten his butt kicked seven ways to Sunday. "After that, I'll be back, quick as lightning with Christmas."

Lily looked a little disappointed that she wasn't gonna be coming along to pick Christmas up but she perked back up at the thought of teleporting as many times as she wanted. She nodded, totally believing Siena's words. "Okay, you go get Christmas and then---" she stopped abruptly and stared at Siena, an incredulous look on her face. "Dragon... puppy? You're gonna drop me off by a dragon? But... big, scaly monster...with sharp teeth probably bigger than me... He might stomp me... or eat me," she shuddered, her brows once again furrowing in frustration and worry.

She'd barely been awake for long enough to get through her morning rituals when the guards had barged in, claiming escort, but having the end of a rifle pointed at her head. Siena was hardly pleased with the treatment, but when firearms were being used, it was safe to assume that her opinion on being woken was far from relevant. Given the general atmosphere since her arrival, the mage was actually unsurprised. With a stifled yawn, the girl found that other students were, also unsurprisingly, being herded in a similar manner towards the same building.

'Why are there so many guards right now...?' The thought was hazy through a veil of drowsiness, drawing with it a feeling of hot iron dread in the pit of her stomach. Swallowing her breath, Siena wondered briefly if they were being sent on yet another fight. Against more of those creatures? A shudder threatened to pass through her, but it became quickly evident that they were not being herded for any visible trucks after being gathered. Rather, they were being led towards a building, students peering at the group and...parting. Glancing between her peers, Siena was relieved to see familiar faces in the crowd.

Then promptly concerned when one of those friendly faces was missing.

'Where's Aaron...?' Though she hadn't connected with the other boy as quickly as she had to some others, he had been friendly enough when they'd been eating. Where was he? Concern broke through the filters, crashing through with a splintering force that pounded the dread deeper into Siena's stomach. 'Maybe he's just in a different team or something.' A blatant lie to comfort herself, really. Without giving herself time to think, the girl instinctively pulled at her hair, twisting it around slender digits until she could feel her circulaton begin to cut out. Her concern was unwarranted, she was sure. He was probably just with another group of students...right?

But alas, that was of little concern to their current escorts. Soon, the group found themselves in what looked suspiciously like a classroom. Odd, given that most of the group was older than her, with a handful that were younger. Siena brushed her bangs out of her face, curiosity burning faintly as always. Glancing towards her roommates, Siena followed Marcus towards the back of the room, eyes catching sight of Angel briefly.

'You almost killed her,' crooned a familiar, mocking voice. Her own. Guilt and apprehension snaked their way through the rest of Siena's emotions, dampening the mood as they weaved between feelings of camaraderie and affection. Despite it all, Siena did her best to give a faint smile to her friend as she scuttled to take her spot. 'Coward. Pretending like the other day never happened.'

If only she could quiet herself.

Fortunately, Siena didn't have long to brood. Her eyes snapped to attention as Mr. Francisco broke through the shroud of thought with a voice that felt all too warm for the experiences she'd had thus far with USARILN. Following his introduction, Rosa's entrance was equally as attention grabbing, especially after soldiers began to stream in with a multitude of boxes.

The distribution of requisitions was largely uneventful. Having received her request for stationary, Siena was surprised to find that the quality was on par with her usual preferences. Checking over the pens and pencils, she was woefully unprepared for what she was going to receive next.

"Awwww, puppy!" Siena was ecstatic to see the most precious thing she'd ever seen. Chief Tater Tot, as the dog's paperwork identified him, peered at her with wide, warm eyes, his tail perking up at the sight of a human being, a few eager pants and a flick of his tongue making his enthusiasm clear. So. Cute.

Dogs were even cuter than she'd ever imagined them being.

A quick read over the paperwork told the brunette that her new dog had a "ruby" coat, though a quick glance told the brunette that ruby wasn't the best descriptor. It was a golden, reddish brown, not unlike the coloration of his namesake...and he was a therapy dog. Staring at the tan-coated canine, Siena wondered what exactly that entailed. Did that mean she could...bring him to classes with her? Excitement bubbled to life, effervescent in the wake of almost unadulterated joy. Holding a finger up to the cage, the mage was thrilled when Chief Tater Tot approached to sniff her finger, seeming to give his approval before he tried to lick it in affection. His tongue was largely met with the cage, but it was no matter.

She had a dog.

As if to make the day better in return for an unsavory experience in battle, Siena also received her requested Squishable Nessie, its plush and spherical shape providing a familiar comfort. Nessie the Plessie II, she mentally dubbed the inanimate creature as she set it on her lap. Though Siena wanted to release her new canine friend, she knew better than to let him loose during class. Nessie would have to be an ample replacement until then.

When classes began in earnest, Siena was quick to choose self-study over relearning basic Algebra, preferring not to strain her mind by making it work through mind-numbingly repetitive equations that she'd already learned before.

And she was long gone. Goodbye class. Siena has her dog, she doesn't need anyone anymore. Despite the fact that she was studying in earnest, the Arbiter found that time passed quickly through the lessons. Then again, it always passed quickly whenever she had a book in hand, no matter what the topic. When Freddy returned announcing lunch, Siena was surprised...and at the same time entirely too excited for a chance to play with Chief Tater Tot.

'I have a dog...!'

Yep. That high wasn't going to end soon.
Time to Burn Down the Library


Christopher Francis | Siena Santana

September 6th | Library | Some point during the day ahaha
Collab between @dragonmancer @PapiTan

Chris entered the library door, wearing a winter jacket of dark blue fabric and a hoodie to cast over his face. Having grey black-striped sweat pants, his attire was more appropriate for a cold chilly day despite the mild weather of the day. It didn't seem to be bothering him though, as he looked around the building for different book sections. Some reading would do good to distract his thoughts, but he couldn't decide on what to read. Perhaps a book on biology, or some adventure novel. Without making a decision, he sat at one of the chairs to let out a sigh, deep in thought about what to waste his time reading.

Having been in the library since finishing her morning rituals, Siena had selected a wide number of books to spend her day perusing. Part of it was simply that she didn't know that her current pool would have been sufficient if it came to combat--but what about the ones she couldn't control?--but most of it was the sheer fact ther body was exhausted after training most of the day before. What muscles that didn't protest when the brunette performed even the simplest actions were still reluctant to do her bidding. With that in mind, the bibliophile decided that it was best to spend her way training in other ways. That said, she'd also been choosing smaller stacks of books to bring to and from her preferred reading spaces. Best to avoid anything too heavy. It was with that in mind that she picked through a shelf with nimble fingers and a keen eye.

She'd taken to the second floor, having hoped to find additional books for her arsenal, but was both excited and disappointed to find that the second floor had largely been filled with research materials. She'd taken only one book from the shelf, though she had every intention of checking it out rather than poring over the words as she had been doing with...well, every book she'd read that day.

It was just unfortunate that with that book added to the stack, it took both hands to carry what she wanted to read, really. As she descended the stairway back to the first floor, the brunette overstepped the edge of one step, her heel slipping on what little it had made contact with and sending her sprawling towards the ground. Of course, being a human being (contrary to what media might believe), the girl had flung one arm to reach for the railing, fingers digging in for purchase. It didn't work. At best, it slowed how fast her posterior hit the ground, but it had the rather unfortunate effect of causing the rest of Siena's selected readings to topple from their neat little stack.

To quote some old jingle that she was certain came from a show, "it all started with a big bang."

Chris's concentration was broken from the mistake of some poor lass. Investigating, he walked over to find a mess of book and a familiar face. As he recalled, she was the girl he jumped infront of towards the head of that fight, he remember his appearance seemed to give her a scare, unsurprisingly. Without a word he knelt down and offered his hand to his fellow comrade, though he didn't express any sincere emotion in his face. "I hope you weren't this clumsy when we were attacked by pasta.' He tried to muse, though he wasn't good at being positive, his cold expression made that clear enough.

'Ow...ow, ow, ow...' A bruising ache transitioned into sharp pains as muscles screamed in protest at being used vigorously without warning. There were a few stares and snickers, obviously, but it was the presence of someone before her that snagged Siena's attention. "Oh, um...thanks." Well, that was bound to be an embarrassing first impression. Gingerly, she took the offered hand, carefully--'Now, now, Siena. You really need to start acting more like a lady. Dainty on the outside, but you pull yourself up with your own strength.'--getting herself back to her feet. The boy wasn't familiar--light hair, casual clothing...an expression that could freeze water--yet somehow he knew about the events that transpired only a few nights prior. More importantly, he was evidently part of them. Confusion overtook Siena's features for a moment. She didn't remember seeing him, but it was clear that he had seen her. "Um...you were there...?"

Chris would give a bit of a grin at her response. Something about actually engaging in such a conversation had broken through his depressed spirit just a bit. "I was the monster that made you shit nearly shit yourself, based on the face you made, the dragon that got between you and a bunch of noodles." After she stood up to her feet he would begin to gather her fallen books. "What brings you to the library?"

"That was you?" The words were out before the realization had fully settled in. Well, that explained why the dragon had gone for the harder target. A spark of excitement flickered to life, the first real thrill since she'd come to the so-called school. "That's...actually really cool." Moving to begin picking up her lost reads, Siena paused to consider her answer. "Training, sort of. I need to read a lot for my power to work." Remorse. She could have done the reading before their first combat experience--maybe Padma wouldn't have died. "What about you? Research or recreation?"

Cool? That was a first. Chris never thought turning into a huge disgusting fire-breathing monstrosity would be cool, but he accepted the compliment. "You get powers from books?" He questioned. The concept of it seemed rather bizarre, but he handed her back the books he picked up ontop of the ones she recovered herself. "I'm here mostly for studying, maybe I can learn something useful here. I just don't know what book to pick up, or what exactly I should engage in."

A quick nod to Chris's question--better to keep the explanations simple as possible. Readjusting her grip on the books that she had gathered, Siena seemed to give the boy's statement some additional thought. "Hmm...I'd offer you some of my choices, but they're not very educational..." And there was probably mention of dragons in at least a few of the high fantasy novels, which would be especially useless for someone that could turn into a dragon. "But um...if you don't mind company, I can probably help you find whatever topics you wanted to read up on. I've...been here for a while." Internal grimace at her definition of "a while." More like since an hour from waking.

Normally Chris wouldn't have any interest in company. In fact it could be detrimental since she could die, just like his roommate. Hell he barely knew his roommate and he is still shaken up by her untimely demise. Still, it is that unshaken spirit that has sparked his inner longing to be social for once, so he accepted her offer. "Sure, I suppose it doesn't have to be educational if it can catch my fancy. A good story can always lighten the mood I suppose." He didn't mind her obsession with books, in fact it may even serve useful to his trivial plight.

"Hm...a good story..." Taking a moment to think, Siena peered over her selections. She couldn't say much about most of them, having chosen to forge her path into new grounds, but her comfort in familiarity had led her to pluck a few favorites off the shelves. Moving to set the collection on a nearby table, Siena selected one from the pile. This Savage Song. It had struck home with her before.

'Isn't that because you're a monster?'

"This one isn't a bad read if you're into urban fantasy." Despite her best efforts, Siena couldn't help but feel a swell of anxiety over offering suggestions. It had never been a strong point, really. Giving a half-nervous smile, the brunette pushed herself to keep strong. "Though maybe it just reminds me of arbiters and aberrations.

Chris pondered for a moment as he took the book and examined the cover. "Hmm." He thought allowed. "I think I'll give it a read, thanks....What's your name?" Chris asked as he took the book to his side. The girl didn't seem to acknowledge her own gifts of picking out good books, her obsession may have gone as far as saved Chris's own morale.

Acceptance. That sent a swell of relief over Siena, drawing a faint smile. "Oh! I'm Siena. How about you?" Despite her apparent first experiences with the boy, he seemed like a decent enough person. Perhaps a little rough around the edges, but that was nothing she wasn't used to.

"Chris." He tried to smile back but you can tell he wasn't good at it. His lips curled up but his mouth didn't open, as if it would hurt him to smile anymore than that. "Its good to see not everyone here is unlikable." He commented as he looked back to the book he gave her briefly. "Is there anything I can do for you to return the favor?"

"Bad experiences?" Odd, most of the people that Siena had met with were far from unlikable--perhaps she had just been lucky. "But it wasn't much of a favor...don't worry about it. It's nice to meet new people." Nice to have more friends than she'd ever had in her life, really. Brushing a few unruly bangs out of her line of vision, the girl decided to take a shot. "Though maybe one day we can meet up for a meal. It'd be nice to hear your opinions on the book."

"It was more like talking to dry walls and prissy little..." He paused, remembering the source of his recent despair. "Well..never mind that." Aside from that, was she asking him on a date? Even if it was a friendly gester Chris didn't know how to deal with something like that. Was it safe toi say yes. After giving it a noticable thought, he didhis attempt of a smile again and said "Yeah sure, next weekend I should have enough time to read a good bulk of it, if I don't finish it that is, so that should be a good time to go out."

Yikes, that did sound like an unfortunate experience. Deciding not to push on Chris's less-than-pleasant first encounters, Siena was thrilled to hear an agreement to a meal with her newfound acquaintance...though the expression on his face made it hard to tell whether it was a welcome invitation. Was...he smiling? It wasn't the first time he'd made the face, but Siena hadn't really been asking much prior...right? Distress tried its best to dig its claws in, but the mage stood her ground against it. "Next weekend sounds great. It's a date, then!" Shoving her own anxieties away, Siena paused for a moment in thought. "Ah, here, let me give you my number in case you need to cancel or anything."

Slipping her hands into the deeper pockets of her coat, Siena withdrew a small notepad complete with pencil on top. Thankfully she'd been taking notes on her reads, outlining events and plot for her own benefit. Scribbling the digits on one of the final pages before writing her own name in pristine print, the girl tore the page and offered it towards the boy. "Feel free to call or text if you need anything too. W-well, as long as it's not too late."

Chris nodded, there was a sort of shyness he started to take, as he was now completely uncertain on what did do. Normally he'd probably wouldn't care about these things but with the emotional rollercoaster this week has given him he was now unsure of his own interests. He took her number, nodding once. "Alright then, I guess I'll give you a text sometime later then if anything comes up, thanks." He said, this time he actually smiled, well to him it was a wide smile but in reality it looked nothing more then a small, casual half-smile. "Thanks again, Siena." He waved before going onto his business, he felt too awkward to deal with this anymore. He checked out his book and left the library. He was eager to shake off these bubbly feelings with brooding in his room alone. A place of mind where he was more familiar with and in comfort.
When I put the coding in for Siena's image in the collab header and it refuses to show up ahaha
she's so unimportant. xD
Training Time!


AngΓ©lique Lachance | Siena Santana


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Collab between @Riffus Maximus @PapiTan


It had been a terrible night. Yet again, AngΓ©lique had experienced this awful nightmare. But only this time, it was worse.

The gigantic featureless monster she had been fighting was now replaced by a gigantic spaghetti monster, with a throng of meatballs swarming around their noodle-overlords. The gargantuan creatures made of noodle were smashing buildings with their noodle appendages, breaking them as effortlessly as wiping out a castle made out of cards. Humans and subnaturals alike were being devoured by the army of meatballs. Among those being devoured she could recognize the faces of many students with who she had been attending USARILN with.

Still with utter dispassion in her eyes, Angel had been overlooking the scenery with a cold expression placated on her face. It was only but when a young girl with red-hair came running towards her, only to be picked up by a tentacle and slammed with excessive force at the ground, crushing her skull open, that the metal-feathered Aberration moved from her spot. Her face showed fury like none other, and it was with a world-shattering scream that she had blasted everything standing in front of her to pieces, both monsters and humans alike, the surrounding buildings swept away just as easily as when the tentacles monster were tearing through them.


Waking up in cold sweat and with a shriek of morning terror, Angel's heartbeat was racing like crazy. No matter how many times she experienced this nightmare, she would always feel this much dread, this lingering darkness, a bitter after taste. Only today, it was different. There was no exact explanation for this, but she felt sour, pissed, very annoyed.

Other than feeling mad for no apparent reason, Angel went on with her daily morning routine, or what had been her routine back when she had an actual life. After getting up, she took a shower at the communal bathroom, dressed up with finally some clean clothes and underwear and went to the cafeteria to get a breakfast.

Throughout the morning, the foul-mooded Aberration kept to herself, not feeling for social interaction today and mainly just focused on having a debate with her inner voices about finding a way to get the fuck out of this place and start anew. But each time that subject was brought up inside her mind, she was angry by her selfish thoughts. She had met people here, good people. She just couldn't leave them behind after what they went through. Plus, being here was her punishment, for having killed so many people. At least here, she'll be somewhat kept under control.

This constant debate was starting to really piss her off, so she had left the cafeteria, and went to do one thing that she often enjoyed doing morning. Jogging. While it was true that she practiced this physical excercise to keep up a good shape, she enjoyed the feeling of running around freely, always exploring new areas

Her jogging footsteps brough her to the training area, where already a few people were training this morning. Angel recognized a few faces, such as Brent, on the running tracks. She had, however, no desire to run off and meet them for a morning talk. Or perhaps should she? Maybe talking to others would actually dampen those nagging voices in her head and she will-

"Hey Angel!"

"WHAT!?"

The brown-haired boy wearing headphones around his neck took jumped step back when he heard his friend snapping all of a sudden at him. Did Aaron... startled her out of her thoughts?

"A-are you alright?"

"NO... no I'm not. What do you want?"

"Oh, uh, I was wondering if you were busy today? I thought that perhaps we could hang out and talk some more for a while."

...Asskisser... he's trying to get his hands in your pants.

There it goes again. Why of all time did Aaron had to see her in this state of mind?

It's only been two days, and you have yet again boys crawling at your feet. What a seducer.

"SHUT UP!"

"W-What?"

"N-NO! I wasn't talking to you... I..."

Mad towards her inner demons taunting her and at herself for being this way, Angel dashed off, fleeing the scene. Aaron tried to run after her, worried what was suddenly taking over his friend, but he stopped as he heard her shouting.

"Don't follow me! I need some time alone!"

There was one place the furious raven-haired X-marked could think of to vent her pent-up anger without hurting anyone. Ground Zero...



'This is a lot more than I took it for...' Siena traced her fingertips lightly over lines of text, her eyes managing to keep up with her brain for once. An effect of having her abilities surpressed, if she had to guess. Though the day before had been filled with positive emotions, the night hadn't been so gentle. Rather, Siena had spent most of it drifting in and out of a fitful sleep, plagued by nightmares of events that blurred between reality and fiction. Padma, the blank-faced sister, her parents.

Gerwulf.

'What are you doing, Siena? Gerwulf is strong, not scary. It wasn't even real.' Was it? An unidentified feeling fired through her, making the girl close her eyes, releasing a soft breath. She couldn't tell, and with a day to let her pathetically weak mentality soak in the events of the battle, it was getting harder. She shouldn't have picked Gavin, no matter how versatile he was. Drafting was just as much a strain on her emotionally as it was physically, and Siena had known that would be the case. Stupid, idiot girl.

And what about Padma? Padma was the one that she should have been thinking about like a skipping record. The older girl's face flickered like a candle flame. Siena felt her stomach churn in response to the image, breathing turning shallow as a sickening concoction of emotion began to boil over. Like the stormy seas, again. It was all that Siena could do to stay moored, but even that was only for an instant.

She had to get better. Wasn't that what she had told herself time and time again the night before? Hadn't the exact thought been what drove her to fill out paperwork that Siena Santana the normal girl would never have managed to do on her own? Determination wound its way tight around her, sinewy threads keeping her moving. It was what Siena Santana the subnatural had to do in order to prevent another teammate from suffering Padma's fate.

It was her fault.

The thought chanted in a steady rhythm--the same one that drove Siena to angrily shove her newly obtained tablet and a trusty kindle into a small, flat messenger bag. Easy enough to reach into and remove, but not nearly so easy as the secondary phone she'd obtained specifically for these purposes. There was somewhere she had to go, and she knew it. Cramming her feet into the closest shoes she had to sneakers, Siena made sure to bring her student ID with her before slipping out of her dorm.

It was only chance that Siena happened to catch sight of two familiar faces as she was given a runaround. The brunette had regretted not getting some form of a map to her ultimate location, but maybe seeing a few friendly faces would boost her spirits before--

"SHUT UP!"

Siena stopped dead in her tracks. Angel's outburst seemed to have startled Aaron as much as it had startled Siena, and though there were a few additional words exchanged, the bibliophile couldn't make them out from where she stood. Watching as Angel turned to leave, Siena hesitated. Maybe it wasn't such a wise idea to follow...but with Angel heading in the same direction and looking as upset as she did, there was no way that Siena could have avoided her for long.

Naturally, it wasn't Siena's first instinct to immediately approach Angel when the older girl had seemed to be upset earlier on. Instead, she kept a fair distance for a bit before catching up with a fair paced jog and a silver-tongued lie prepared. Something akin to shame kindled to life, a small flame fanned by the knowledge that the ability to lie was one of the few things that Siena hadn't inevitably stolen from a character. That was her own, unsavory skill, taught to her from a young age by her caretakers. It was proper to be able to lie through her teeth, apparently.

"Angel? Is that you?" Siena called despite knowing the answer as she caught up, slowing her speed to stay a few paces behind the raven-haired girl. "Are um...are you headed to the training grounds?"

The black-haired aberration turned on her heels when she heard someone calling out her nickname from behind. For fuck's sake, fate really was really going at it against her. As she turned, she grieved over the fact that the voice that had been calling her was Siena, the awkward rich girl she had met yesterday. Why did it she had to keep meeting people she got along great with while she was having this schizophrenic fit?

"No... I need to go... to Ground Zero."

Angel trailed off. She didn't add anything else to her answer, continuing forward towards her destination. She didn't want to share her personnal problems with her friend. She didn't want to make Siena worry about her burdens. She needed a place to vent, far from people she cared.

...Filthy rich bitch...

There was a certain air about the way Angel moved that made Siena almost regret trying to be friendly. Refusing to let her own facade drop, Siena watched as Angel turned to leave, marking Ground Zero as her destination. From what Siena understood, it wasn't a place that arbiters were likely to go to--not nearly as likely as an aberration.

And just like that, two ugly heads reared.

'You need to get to the training grounds anyways, just walk with her.'

'Ask if you can train with her. You need to know what it's like to work with an aberration anyways.'

The cold rationalization of the second thought bored a hole into Siena's chest. It made sense, of course. Rarely did the logical part of her thoughts fail to do so, and Siena hated that fact. If they were going to be in combat like they had been the other night, then there was the chance that Siena would have to work with aberrations and their burdens, no matter what those burdens might be. The reality of it grated against Siena's better judgement.

"Maybe we can train together there." Though she kept her suggestion steady and calm, Siena cursed herself all the while as she spoke. "I'll keep my distance if you want, but it might be good for both of us. In case we get paired up against something in the future."

'Or maybe I'm still too much of a coward to be alone.'

Angel nearly stopped herself in her tracks as she heard Siena talk about going to train together.

Train? Did she even know what Ground Zero was meant to be? It was a violent release zone, a place where X-marked went to safely vent out their destructive impulses without hurting anyone or destroying the school property. She wasn't going to train, she was going to wreck something apart with her voice. She was going to shout until the voices in her head were no more.

But when she heard the Arbiter girl speak about benefiting from this, AngΓ©lique stopped to listen. To prepare themselves for upcoming battles, huh? Well, that was certainly a wise decision. Wasn't that what Angel had vowed, on that night they were pitted for the first time against monsters, to become stronger, to be able to protect her friends, to not let any more death occur on her watch?

The raven-haired girl stood silent, hesitating. Could she really trust herself to not bring harm to Siena while training together? She was so afraid that anything wrong might happen. She couldn't afford to hurt any more innocent people. If anything were to happen to Siena, she wouldn't forgive herself.

"I... I'm not sure..."

"I don't want to hurt you... I'm an X-marked, you know that? I don't know what will happen out there. I'm not sure if I want to take any chance if something can go wrong..."

When silence greeted Siena's suggestion, the girl was prepared for a rejection. It wouldn't have been surprising, but to say it wouldn't be disappointing was a lie. Fortunately, it seemed that Angel was hesitant for reasons different from what Siena had been expecting. For an instant, the facade fell apart, and Siena couldn't keep back the mixture of concern and gratitude. Couldn't ignore the faintest traces of remorse.

"I'll be fine," the arbiter replied, collecting the runaway feelings before they could escape. "I'll keep back if it looks like something will go wrong. On either of our ends."

Sobbing. She hadn't been crying when she regained control of herself, she had been sobbing. One rough hand carefully released her, but he was wary. Who wouldn't be after a girl less than half his age had all but torn out a wall in what could only have been described as a rampage?

Tension pulled the muscles of Siena's neck tight.

"I know the signs of losing control."

Either of our ends?

Angel was confused by Siena's words. Did she meant that she was a dangerous magic user as well? But she was an Arbiter, something as loosing control wasn't what popular opinion made of the white-marked people. Was there more to her than Angel knew? Thinking about it now, she barely knew the girl, combat-wise. She had wandered over to help in her fight the last time, but she couldn't see clearly what she had done, her line of sight blocked by the huge spaghetti monster, before everything turned into dust by the crystal-creating guy.

"... Alright..."

Angel reluctantly said, finally giving in to her shopping accomplice's stubbornness. She began moving on, once more, but this time she was walking instead of running, clearly showing some consideration to Siena's suggestion after finally convincing the Aberration girl.

Siena silently following AngΓ©lique, the two of them made their way to Ground Zero. Reaching the outskirts of the haunted grounds, the duo was intercepted by a few guards, keeping watch on the area and monitoring whoever went through. However, seeing the pissed off expression on the black-haired X-marked young woman, they understood that this one needed to vent out her stigma. For the other girl, though, they weren't so sure what she was doing here, but figured that since she was walking with the Aberration, she was surely there to accompany her friend.

Just like that, the guards granted clearance for the two to enter Ground Zero .

"Well... I might as well ask... since we are to train together. What is your power exactly? I haven't seen it during the battle two days ago."

The walk had been silent on the outside, but not on the inside. Cracks. The girl brushed her hair out of he eyes as she took in the sight of their temporary training grounds--it was different from what Siena expected. It wasn't until Angel spoke that Siena was snapped out of her stupor.

"O-oh! I...I take names from writing. I can borrow something from them." It sounded awkward and heavy in her mouth as an explanation. Somehow it was less comfortable now that there wasn't a briefing or to a group. "It's probably easier to understand once you see." And from there, the brunette stopped herself from continuing. Nothing about the emotions or the storm that came with the power.

Nothing about how every time she took a name, it burned through what little of herself she could identify.

Putting the thoughts aside, she turned her attention towards the dark-haired subnatural. "What about you? I don't think I got to see you fight the other night."

Pulling powers straight from a book? That sounded quite strange, yet convenient at the same time. From Angel's point of view, it was incredibly versatile, to be able to hold on to the powers of any characters, as long as she had the means to read said character. Now she can understand why Siena was so intent on getting a tablet. That certainly would be better than carrying a lot of books onto the battlefield. Even if the pad broke, given Siena's apparent funds, that wouldn't be so much of a proble, she figured.

"Mine's simple... you might want to block your ears though."

Angel said as she walked towards one of the nearby ruined buildings. It took her a while to summon the courage to bring herself to scream just as she did back then. But once she started remembering about the circumstances under which she had been doing so a few days ago, the voices that were hammering the back of her mind, she could find the resolve to scream once more.

Breathing in with anxiety, she stammered a bit before letting out an ear-splitting scream towards the building. Against the sonic wave emitted by the shriek, the windows shattered into pieces, and the front door slammed open, almost unhinged from its bonds.

Block her ears? Siena would have raised a question if Angel hadn't already started moving. She took a breath in, and something clicked in the brunette's head. Oh, no. Immediately, Siena brought her hands to her ears, covering the openings just as Angel let loose a scream that tore through the air, piercing through the protection that Siena's palms afforded. Glass shattered, muffled through the flesh, and the door was blown open. Impressive.

"Whoa..." Carefully uncovering her ears, the ringing was muted compared to what the arbiter had expected. Grey eyes trailing over the building, Siena couldn't help but crack a faint smile. "Kind of like the Black Canary...cool." Raking her fingers through a few unruly strands of hair, the mage moved her hand towards her bag, pulling the tablet from its confines.

Would she be okay?

No way to find out but to try. Flicking the screen on, her fingers barely fumbled despite the new tablet--the joys of having been able to fiddle with the electronic the night before, she supposed. She brushed mahogany bangs out of her vision, a few taps and...perfect. Prickles flooded down her spine, up her arm, and a flash of purple was more than enough to mark the creation of a magic circle.

The first character that came to mind was Samos--Ptolemus, not his sister. He was easier to understand, easier to draw from after a particularly unfortunate incident. A few moments passed, her eyes shifting from gray and leaking towards black. The man's confidence flooded into her, and it felt...good. Confidence, protectiveness, a distancing coolness.

And anger. A simmering anger that lingered just beneath the surface.

With a motion of her arm, she felt...odd. It wasn't the first time she'd ever pulled Ptolemus, but using his abilities had never been something she expected. Shallow breathing, she pulled. The metal wouldn't budge. 'Fucking get out of there...!' And she pulled. A crack as a support beam broke through the wall of the building, the strain of it releasing a creaking groan. Another harsh tug, and the beam came crashing out, twisting on itself to Siena's--no, Samos's--will until it snapped.

'A few drops more of the storm.' Huh...maybe she could...her fingers trailed over the screen. Maybe.

Angel watched Siena as she literally pulled a name out of her tablet. She wasn't much of a reader, so whatever the brunette had pulled, she basically would have no idea about who that was. Her pink display on her fingers was quite pretty, but the outcome of the power from whom she had borrowed their power was simply terrifying.

Motioning with her hand, Angel didn't know what her friend was up to, until she heard the cracking sound coming from behind her, inside the building. She took a frightened step back when a metal support beam coming from inside the structure broke out from the wall of the building,

"Holy shit! Did you just pull out Magneto's name or something?That's... awesome!"

Angel said excitedly. Truth be told, she wasn't much in the mood for this when she first came, but seeing for herself what kind of powers her friends could possess, that did make her more inclined to be in a lighter mood. After all, they did come here to train with each other. Test out their powers and know each other better in combat situation.

Angel's compliment was enough to make Siena give a shy smile, the confidence that resulted from Samos's influence hidden just beneath that. "Th-Thanks. Though this is...way harder than I thought it'd be." She hadn't used Samos's abilities to that extent before, had never been able to do more than move a few small, metal things around when it came down to it. A pause as Siena glanced at the tablet in her hands. "I wonder though...if I did use someone like Magneto..."

Another magic circle, this one smaller than the last appeared. It felt different. Unlike usual, where the name would completely overtake her, Siena was left feeling like there was a cacophony in her head. Three separate names. One body. A shudder passed over her. This was different. This was weird. Just a few drops more of the storm.

Polaris wasn't quite so powerful--Siena made the mistake of drawing Magneto before, but another layer added over the rage. Taking a moment to breathe through her nose and calm herself down, the brunette felt fury trying to itch, tear, and break its way out. She released it in the form of a powerful repulsion of the beam that she'd been holding--straight into the building, crashing with less force than expected, but with more precision than usual. It was more tiring, taking more out of her for something that didn't feel like it was her full strength. Confusion filtered through the invading name...s? Samos was there. Polaris was there.

And yet somehow she felt more in control than she'd ever felt.

AngΓ©lique took another step back away from the building as Siena drove the beam back into the building, sending splinters and debris everywhere. Glancing between the building and Siena, Angel looked a bit too excited about this whole thing.

"Damn, girl! That's some... hey, you alright Siena?"

Angel came rushing towards the brunette Arbiter as her friend's face seemed to shift throughout various expressions, from anger to confusion, exhaustion too?

"Hey hey, easy now. you don't need to go all out, you know? Slow and steady. Baby steps, as my music teacher taught me."

"I...I'm okay..." No, no she wasn't. Siena was grappling between too many names at once, and she was...tired. She was exerting just as much effort for an output that wasn't quite as high as what she was used to. Still, the emotions were weaker, the usual attempts of resistance muted in comparison to usual. If she thought about it, there was plenty that she could put her newfound abilities to use with, though that meant another trip to the library.

"You sure? Alright then. Don't strain yourself too much."

"I...I know...that was...different than usual. H-hah...don't think I'm gonna try that again though," Siena admitted with a faint laugh. She felt the names slip from her grasp, their aftermath still swirling into one unpleasant ball of potential mania and the confidence to act on it. The fatigue hit her all at once.

Watching Siena's powers, it gave Angel an idea. While her screams pretty much remained the same, no matter how many times she does them, Siena had much more freedom over her abilities. And it was that very ability to adapt than gave Angel the idea she just had.

"Say, while we are training together, why not take it up a notch?"

"Y-you have an idea?"

"Do you know of any characters that could potentially amp up sound?"

A wide grin was drawn on the singer's face as she proposed the idea to the book-eating Arbiter.

"That'd be an awesome combo to pull off, no?"

"Oh...oh!" Despite the first wave of exhaustion, Siena couldn't help but smile. "Why, as a matter of fact, I do." It wasn't quite traditional literature, but Siena had learned that there were some very creative minds out there when it came to graphic novels from around the world.

And ah, she understood so well how Cobra felt.

Without an ounce of hesitation, the girl began to pull the name.

Having taken up a name that would potentially increase the sound output of Angel's powers, the duo prepared themselves in front of the building they had been showing off their powers in front of. Nodding to Siena and holding out a thumb up to tell the brunette she was ready, Angel breathed in, nervous at what the outcome would be from this experiment.

Waiting for the moment that Angel took her breath, Siena filtered magic through her fingertips, giving a nod to Angel as soon as it was ready.

As she breathed out in the form of a shriek, the front door seemed to be about to give out, until Siena's powers came in full effect. When it happened, this scream was beyond anything human, bordering on the verge of something monstrous as the scream's volume amped up by tenfold. As expected, not only the volume increased, but the damage did as well. Where the door once stood, there was only splinters of an annihilated door and a wider door frame, more looking like a crater where once stood the doorway.

"Holy fuck!"

Was the only thing that came out of Angel's mouth after she had witnessed the damage she and Siena caused to the building. It was terrifying, to know that she held such kind of power within her vocal chords. Seeing the damage done, Angel could somehow understand why it would be easy to lose oneself into a power-drunken stupor.

"Oh my god, that was so cool!" The damage was impressive. If it had been caused by a monster, it would have terrified her, but that was their work. A mark of teamwork. Grinning to Angel, she gave a smile. "I've got an idea. One more?"

Maybe it was the confidence, maybe it was the excitement of being useful, but Siena let herself draw from a fallback. If simply amplifying the sound had done that much, then certainly increasing the area of effect would be even better, wouldn't it? The magic coursed through her, faster this time than before.

Also excited to know that there could be more to it, Angel turned once more to the building, giving Siena another thumbs up, ready to crank it up some more.

Again, she let out a devastating shout, basking into Siena's amping powers. Something felt odd though, as if there was an overbearing feeling hammering her down. In a sudden flash of panic, she also lost control, her voice straining out until she could cut herself out completely from the sheer intensity of the scream.

Opening her eyes slowly, Angel was afraid to see what was in front of her. The sight that welcomed her was too much. Her scream effectively punched a huge crater from the building exterior's concrete wall. Angel was at a loss of words. Did she really do that? Of course, Siena was largely part of this, but still.

Thinking about Siena, there was this foreboding feeling nagging the back of her mind, when she lost it earlier.

The name was a mistake. Everything seemed muted. The excitement was little more than a dull throb in the pit of her stomach, and something...something was feeling...animosity towards Angel? No. That couldn't be right. That wasn't her. Wasn't her. Not this muted feeling, not that odd hostility, not the feeling of wanting to add her to a collection.

'No. No, no, no stop. Stop!' Panic rose like bile as mana started to gather. It would only take a single spell to end her, a single spell to bring the dark-headed girl back as a puppet.

'No, no, no...!'

It all came to a stop, everything. The magic, the muted feelings. Everything came back full force and Siena panicked. It overrode everything else, painting over the ambition, the excitement, the satisfaction of success with nothing but a dark fear that blinded her. The brunette trembled, backed a few steps away, her breath coming short and her eyes wide with panic.

"Oh god..." Staggering backwards, the girl stared at Angel with wide eyes. Terror seeped in, saturating everything as the bleak realization of what she'd almost done came to mind.

She almost killed her. She almost became the monster she wanted to defend against.

The raven-haired Aberration came running back at the brunette Arbiter once more, visibly worried now that she could clearly see that they both had taken their experiments too far. The Siena in front of her was a panicked mess, seemingly way more affected by what she had just pulled than what Angel had been doing. For an Arbiter, she sure had serious drawbacks using her powers.

Unable to see her friend in this state, Angel fell on her knees and took Siena into her arms, putting a gentle hand onto the back of her head and slowly caressed the girl's lengthy flow of brown hair.

"It's okay. Relax. Take a deep breath. We're fine."

Angel tried to soothe her partner's mind, speaking softly while embracing her warmly into her arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." It was all that she could do between the shuddering breaths. The shaking. Against the need to break down in the face of her own failure. This had been the exact reason she had chosen to leave the sheltered life behind. She could have stayed stashed away with Gerwulf and Maya, but this was why she had left the comfort of everything she had ever known.

She'd lost control again.


When both girls finally calmed down, they got back onto their feet, ensuring they were okay before getting out of this place. Walking side by side, the duo of subnaturals slowly left Ground Zero. The guards didn't seem to pay much mind to the girls as they went out from the area. After leaving, a beep came out from both girls' anklet, signaling the suppression module turning back on.

Taking a walk from where they came from, Angel and Siena stopped in front of the Arbiters' dorms.

"You sure you're alright? If there's anything bothering, or if you don't feel well, come see me. You know where I live."

"I...I'm..." Fine? That was the most transparent lie that Siena could possibly have said. "I think I'll be okay." No, she wouldn't, but that was her problem, not Angel's. "I'm sorry about that. I...I usually have a better grip on what I do."

"It's okay. I'm the one to blame. I probably pushed you to limits that were best left to be explored after getting more experience."

"It wasn't your fault. I should have known better...but thank you. For staying." A guilty smile. 'My fault'

It was somewhat ironical that Angel was the one saying such words, considering it was herself who had begun the day feeling quite under the weather. But being who she was, she always was the one to protect and care for the others, putting her own issues aside to help others.

With an awkward silence, the two girls didn't find much to say after what had just happened.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you to your things. See you later." Angel broke the silence, offering a departing handwave as she started to walk away, going back to her own dorm.
Reposting here too for consistency. I realize she did not acknowledge this entirely, but Siena isn't about to rip a book out like "LOOK WHAT I CAN DO NOW" anytime soon LOL /copypaste, ho!

"Siena upgrade unlocked.

At the cost of potency, but with an increase in versatility, she can now pull two names at once, though both will be weaker. This does mean she’ll have better control over them, though.

Limiters remain the same otherwise.

Telegraph remains the same but now with two names on her teeny neck."

Preparations to be minced by dragon teeth had made Siena step back, ready to close her eyes in the face of danger like any normal person should have. Her heart had reduced to rapid quivers, like a hummingbird frantically beating its wings to stay in flight, and another wave of nausea settled in her stomach when she was suddenly pulled up into the air. A gasp tore from her throat, paired with an unbecoming hybrid of a yelp and whimper as the ground was suddenly quite some distance away. No sooner had the realization that the ground beneath her wasn't the type of ground that Siena wanted to be standing on sink in than did the world suddenly burst into a sparkling sea.

For Siena and her peers, it had been an uphill battle. For whoever was showing off? It was a massacre.

The extent of the dome was one thing, but the sheer damage that it created was another entirely. The creatures that had given the new students of USARILN East so much trouble became little more than powdered memories in the wake of the assault. A crater was all that remained of their battle--''Ah...Gerwulf's knife...' Probably a goner, given the state of the battlefield. Something related to guilt echoed through the ocean. He wouldn't hold it against her, but the guilt held strong. Just a knife. The ground began to come up to meet her, slowly enough to keep Siena from another anxiety attack.

"Wow..." Little more than a breath of a word that nobody would ever hear. As she was lowered to the ground, Siena found herself dumbstruck, her mind only vaguely registering that there were others around her. Barely even able to recognize that someone was being dragged away. Was he dead? Nausea swept over her again. The adrenaline was starting to trickle to a stop, and the thought put the fear of God into her. Without the adrenaline to cloud her...

'Shhh, shhh...don't look so sad, Siena. It's unbecoming, you know.' Wispy memories of her sister--no, it was Maya...wasn't it?--broke the surface of Siena's thoughts. Warm. It was so much easier when she had been at home. Warm. Safe. Even in isolation, there had been comfort. Part of her wished that she'd never left the nest.

But it was for the better.

She wanted to oppose to using two students like first aid kits, but the residue of rationalization told her that her words would fall on deaf ears. Loathe as Siena was to admit her idle acceptance, the brunette was tired and still reeling. She reached for the jacket still wrapped around her face, glad that the book crammed in the inner pocket was still nestled safely inside. Didn't she have bigger problems to worry about? Not really. The smell of paper and the sight of ink might calm her down--or perhaps it would rile her up? Another unsettling sensation, this time making the girl's head spin. Worse than the green smoke, but oh so familiar. One breath, two.

Motion from the corner of her eye led into an attack--if she had blinked, she would have missed it, and yet the boy (ah, their savior, she supposed) was fast enough to block, quickly entrapping the hostile within a prison of crystal. Unfortunately it went from unwelcoming to entirely aggressive when the restraints began to press forward with spikes. Siena grimaced and immediately turned away, unwilling to see how much worse an outcome that particular technique would have with a significantly more human target. Best to seek out her original team before what was left of the rush completely wore off. Before she had to face the storm alone.

It was for the better.


Normally, Siena wasn't an awful tactician, but normally the lives that she played with weren't real. The girl that she had tried to draw the attention away from had fallen into the mass of spaghetti, and though Siena did her best to pull it back, she couldn't help but cringe a little at the development. That was, by and far, the last thing that she had wanted to happen. Hopefully there wasn't too much danger in that, but the rational pull of blue told her that was wishful thinking. With monsters, nothing really lacked the thrill of danger. Unfortunately, the rational side that she wanted to follow didn't let her think long before the noodle-lord turned its attention to her.

'Red, I can do red. Red can at le--oh no.' The other girl was still on the noodles. Risking something as volatile and vicious as red luxin or sub-red was not only asking for Siena to give into instinct, but it was more than likely going to roast the other girl. The brunette froze, her breath catching in the back of her throat as panic mired itself deep into her thoughts, her emotions starting to break free from her mark's. Bad sign number two. He wasn't going to be with her much longer. The spaghetti creature was getting closer, and every muscle in Siena's body refused to respond for a terrifying instant.

Almost on instinct, Siena drafted a small, basketball sized orb of red. Rationally, her mind screamed to stop--stop it, now!. Someone was still on the beast, but a wild desperation to survive dug deep into Siena's mind. Breath coming short, she didn't even bother sealing the luxin before launching it towards the spaghetti monster, hoping that the resulting burning sensation would deter the hostile. The ball flew forward, slower than her previous attempts, red luxin shimmering as it broke free from its shape.

That, as it turned out, was a mistake.

The blast hadn't even managed to reach the creature when it suddenly broke down and vanished--along with all semblance of pressure in the back of her mind. Gone. She was defenseless. The desperation and anger converted into mind-numbing terror. She was going to die. The mage staggered a step back, her legs almost giving out beneath her weight. She should have run, but the thundering heartbeat that rang in her ears scrambled all rational thought.

No sooner had she processed that she should be prepared to meet an untimely end, another creature came rushing in to tackle the spaghetti monster, letting loose an ear-shattering roar. It was only the size of a horse, and it might have saved her, but Siena was more than aware that she was defenseless--she'd left the knife in the squirrel, hadn't she? Stupid, stupid girl--and at any moment the creature could have turned to her and decided that she was a better snack. A better, more protein-filled snack. Swallowing a breath of air, the mage backed up a few steps, her stance shaky and her thoughts almost blank.

She should have run.

Thankfully, having a target of a suitable size made for easy pickings. Siena couldn't help but give a small breath of triumph--one that would have been paired with a smile if her body wasn't starting to feel the effects of using her power twice in fairly rapid succession. There was a faint ache settling into her legs, but more importantly, a fatigue that Siena couldn't even begin to explain. Having only pushed herself to the limits twice before--once. Only once truly, right?--the brunette wasn't the best gauge of her stamina. As a green smoke swept through the field, Siena took a moment to catch her breath. Through the sudden feeling of nausea and dizziness, she considered the lone beast in her team's field. For a brief instant, Siena considered taking a risk and trying to attack. Had she not braced herself for the wildness that drafting green luxin would inflict onto her, the girl might have recklessly gone for it.

The rational part of her, the blue part...it told her that there should have been at least two or three others ready to take it on, and adding her to the mix likely wouldn't make enough of a difference to matter. Accepting the thought, Siena found, with a faint level of surprise, that she still had a somewhat firm grip on Gavin's name. That though she could acknowledge that he had some power, evidently the state she'd taken him in was far from his prime.

Ah, of course it would be. She'd taken Gavin Guile, sixteen year prisoner.

'There were other teams...' That said, it only took a sidelong glance for Siena to be made aware that there was at least one team that could benefit from her aid. Ignoring the protests that both her rational mind and her exhausted body tried to scream, the mage started moving towards what looked like dinner gone horribly wrong. They weren't far, thankfully. Far enough that they wouldn't interfere drastically with another fight, but not at enough of a distance to deter anyone with even moderate levels of drive to leap to anyone's aid.

It took about ten seconds to make it to the group. By then, the dizziness and nausea had set in full force. Trying to blink away the discomfort, Siena scanned the field, her vision blurring for an instant and the faintest pulsing audible in the back of her head. He was desperate, and it was starting to build into a second adrenaline rush--this one, Siena wasn't certains he'd be able to hold. One spaghetti monstrosity down (not worth the effort), one flinging earth (too much effort), and one with a girl dangling precariously in its grip. Bingo.

'Split white into blue, stupid. Don't rely on...eugh...' Another wave of nausea, this time making Siena almost break into a dry heave. Oddly, there was some familiarity about the discomfort. Muttering to herself, the girl clumsily pulled her jacket off, grimacing when she could hear stitches popping in the fabric at the force she applied. Fancy mini jackets, absolutely useless in combat except for this, she supposed. Awkwardly adjusting it into a makeshift filter (read: scarf) in a desperate attempt to shield herself even the faintest amount of whatever the green gas was, Siena considered her options like rapidfire, and it settled into one.

No red. Just blue. Cool, calculating blue.

It was too risky, again, to try any fancy aiming, especially when breathing made her head spin and her stomach churn. After about three seconds of trying to follow the noodle holding the girl above the mouth of the beast, Siena gave up. Center mass it was, and hopefully a miracle would land a cut on the appropriate strand. With the plan set in mind, she began her work.

Drafting blue was harder than green, but Siena attributed that to the fact that she was working on both a smaller scale and with only a small amount of direct vision of the shade she wanted and splitting the rest from what light there was available. Groaning faintly with the effort, Siena drafted four awkwardly shaped spear tips, opting to avoid drafting the shafts to save her energy. Taking a muffled breath, the mage built up energy, as if holding her thumb over the opening of a hose, releasing only to let the spears fly towards the center mass of the tangle of starchy goodness. They were faster than the spear, at least, but still not as fast as she'd imagined them. The sight of blue residue faintly breaking away from the projectiles caused Siena to grimace. Not long before Gavin left her too.

She'd never taken the Prism's name before. Either of them. Though colors were something that she could discern with relatively sharp acuity, Siena had never had a reason to use them for anything beyond what they were. Colors.

She'd also never been thrown into combat against monsters she had no chance against before.

This one was heat. Ezio was calm, but Guile was fire and ice. Angry fire, hopeless ice. The heat wasn't warm, only a blinding red anger. Taking a shaky breath, Siena turned her eyes towards the sky, wondering briefly what color they were. Probably red. It felt like a good day to be red.

'Ah...the sky...'

That wasn't her own thought.

'No. No.' Terror shot through Siena's mind, a spike of acrid fear that made her heart skip beats and her stomach lurch as though it had been torn. Another shaking breath. 'Keep it together, Siena. He's not that strong. He's not that strong. He is not. That. Strong.' Precious seconds were burning away. The brunette didn't know how long she had with Gavin's desperation clawing like a rabid animal in the back of her mind. He wanted freedom, and she couldn't give it to him. She moved, eyes darting around and mind praying that Gavin's power was what she took. That he was the Prism before he was anything else.

That he was not her.

"Ah..." Green light tore through the sky, its vibrant hues cutting deep into Siena's vision. Wild, wild green. She tried to practice self-control--control against the lust. Wasn't that what that pathetic virtue was?--but the Drafter felt the emotions tugging at her even as her hands were moving to draft. Green luxin, just like the prison. Just like the prison. Fury almost broke free from its restraints, a frenzied desperation beating hard against what walls Siena could put up against her mark.

'I will be free.' Wrong. He would die before that.

The brunette released her breath, willing herself to feel the emotional disconnect she had felt as Ezio. Sixteen years in a blue prison. No. Why did it have to be green? Eyes settling forward, she followed the brilliant lights to the sight of what looked like it might have been a scorpion at some point in its life, a smaller figure moving at great speeds towards it. Callan, maybe? Pushing the distracting thoughts aside, Siena acknowledged that there was something happening with the scorpion. Despite the terror that threatened to tear through the storm, the girl smirked and raised an open palm. Plenty of green. Wild, vibrant green.

Gavin Guile was a drafter of skill, one of two Prisms in his realm, but not the strongest. Not so strong. The mantra repeated in Siena's mind as she felt her emotions began to spin out of her control. The calm unwound first, an angry, primal instinct pushing its way forcefully to the front lines even as a crude pike formed overhead. She regretted her decision to draft and hold it so far above--too far to comfortably continue for long--but it had to be enough. Another frenzy tried to build, and it was horrifically familiar to what she felt when not under the emotional effects of the luxin she tried to command.

The spike was rough, jagged. Unrefined in a spectacular display of Siena's inexperience, but she didn't have time to think about it. Closing one eye, she raised her thumb and lined up her makeshift sight as the luxin sealed. The eyepion was too risky a target--a misthrow (probable, given Siena's lack of experience in javelin hurling) could result in hitting a teammate. Instead, she focused her efforts on the lumbering two-headed creature. It was unsteady, large, and not entirely mobile. Releasing a breath, the mage moved a few paces forward, then hurled the emerald spear as best she could towards the beast. The weapon didn't move as quickly as Siena had hoped, but it was steady. Steady and mostly straight.

At least her target was pretty big.
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