[img]http://i.imgur.com/AIt9B3l.png[/img]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/8I5EqBQ.png[/img]

[b][u]Aliquam: Academy of the Arts: Northern Section [/u][/b]

“Oh… Aislin, what the heck…” Dylan groaned loudly as he tried to lift himself from the floor. His collapse had brought with it a nasty fall onto his right arm, and pain and numbness enveloped him. It didn’t feel broken, but it hurt to move or touch, and with all of the lights currently down thanks to the power supplied by the Academy’s generator destroyed, it made it impossible to properly check. He hoped it was okay. “Is… is everyone else okay?” He asked, turning to look left and right, struggling to make his eyes grow accustomed to the darkness and failing. He was sure he had heard Xandra fall over alongside him, but he couldn’t see her.

"I don't suppose anyone thought to bring a lantern of some kind?" Aria asked with a grumble, to the disappointed replies in the negative from her allies. Fortunately enough however, even without a lantern or a light, the group had Dalia, and she could see their three friends even within the pitch blackness that surrounded them thanks to their glowing auras. She walked over first to Dylan, helping him up to his feet, and then doing the same for Xandra.

"Who has the communicator in your group? We need to tell the others that it was a false alarm before everyone ends up here." Aria sighed. A voice to her surprise startled her. Marcus.

[img]http://i.imgur.com/8mPMSWF.png[/img]

“False alarm?” Marcus asked. “What do you mean false alarm? And where’s Estelle?”

“We… well, we saw an aura, creeping in the darkness,” Dalia replied. “We suspected it was the Masked Phantom, but it was actually… Simon.”

Dylan’s eyes narrowed. “…Simon.”

[img]http://i.imgur.com/unVxaeB.png[/img]

“Ah… sorry!” The photographer’s voice sheepishly called out. 

“Estelle also ended up accidentally dropping and smashing our communicator, so… we had no way of contacting you. Estelle ran off to the south to try and find one of you groups with a communicator so we could alert you all, and…” 

“And making us all think you were in danger and rushing over here, whereas the Masked Phantom… he could be anywhere.” Marcus nodded in understanding. “Well, considering what just happened… wherever the generator is. The basement, I’m presuming. And now… possibly somewhere else in the Academy.” Marcus sighed as they finished analysing the situation. He retrieved his group’s communicator and pushed down on their button, beginning contact with the other groups over the same wavelength. Everyone else needed to know.

“Alert, alert. This is Marcus. The situation with Estelle and Aria’s group to the north. It was a false alarm. I repeat, it was a false alarm. The Masked Phantom isn’t here, he’s-”

“NO SHIT SHERLOCK!” Moira’s voice bellowed back down after screaming into Angel’s communicator. “HE’S OVER HERE!”

“No…” A more weary, agonised voice replied back. It was Rose, and she sounded hurt. “He’s… [i]here…[/i]”

Marcus looked through the darkness towards his companions, all of them sharing the same concerns as each other. All of them poised to ask the same question. It was Tobias’s own screeching voice down the communicator which sounded out their thoughts for them.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

[img]http://i.imgur.com/WDVJyuu.png[/img]