[center]In what seemed like straggles of children, the group gathered towards one another, meeting somewhere in the middle. The sky snowed of dead demon ashes, and those that raised their heads in search of the mysterious floating man found him nowhere to be seen. But he wasn't the only one to have disappeared. The school was uncharacteristically quiet, and upon the gathering of all fourteen students, several suggested a search. There [i]had[/i] been an evacuation, right? Surely they were close. Despite the search lasting to the dropping of the sun, the students still hadn't even managed to scour the whole of the Academy's campus, much more sort through the rubble. The sun setting in the distance, several children decided it best to rest, the result of the day's activities hitting them all like bricks. --- [b]Ixion Farbright[/b][/center] [I]CRASH![/I] "Whoops," apologized the blue haired boy as he used his armoured hand to break away the shards of glass, creating for himself an easy entrance with little to no possibility of harm. Throwing himself in headfirst, Ixion caught himself on the other side with a roll, pushing himself up to his feet only afterwards to bump into a nearby table. "Oof," he groaned as he made his way in the dark, his unarmed hand over his stomach as his other one searched for the light. After clicking them on, he made his way to the door, unlocking and opening it with ease just as the outdoor lights flickered on as well. "Yoooo!!!" he called out, waving his metallic arm, the artificial light causing glitters of blue and white to flicker across the ground. After the excessive arm waving, however, a pang of pain struck in both his head and stomach. Oh. Right. How long was it since he'd eaten? Glancing around for a clock, Ixion managed that it was around six- last time he'd eaten was breakfast. Amongst the havoc and panic, he'd totally forgotten how... hungry and tired he was. Leaving the door open, Ixion hummed wearily as he undid the crossbow on his being, taking it off and leaving it on a table nearby, heading into the kitchen to raid the fridge. Yeah, he thought as he rummaged through tupperware and brown bags, Today had been a long day. His partner'd K'Od, which was partially his fault, and he almost got them roasted to add, not to mention the whole disappearing students and the breaking down building bit. "Does Ase like pizza?" he asked, straightening when he realized something. "Wait, do I have to open the girls dorm, too?" --- [center][b]Gabriel "Angel" Avlon[/b][/center] Angel had woken up to intense pain. As his eyes opened, white ash had showered him, falling off his attire when he pulled himself up. He had found his unconscious partner and his summoned demon waiting beside him patiently. After a minute of waking up, Angel had finally deduced the area of pain. Having popped his dislocated shoulder back into place, Angel was still in quite a lot of pain, heat everywhere in his body and stinging pain. But hey, at least he was conscious. Sure, he had to deal with being bossed around and scouting the giant ass campus (on a spider-crab that didn't know how to walk without making the ride bumpy as heck) and having an unconscious partner (who, really, would've been useless awake or otherwise), but at the end of it all- At least he was still alive. Still, thought Angel, as the sound of an idiot cheerfully called them over to the now unlocked dorms, What was that? As his mind tried to go back to the time before he was knocked out, all he remembered was white. Anything beyond that resulted in a headache, as well as an ache in his right shoulder- his bowing shoulder. The blonde's thoughts would then go out to his arm, hoping it would heal properly. It would suck otherwise. Turning to his now conscious partner(wait, if the whole school was demolished, were they still sticking with the assigned partners?), now on her slightly busted wheelchair, Angel pulled at his sailor-esque top to reveal his shoulder. "Oi, you. Cellar," did he say her name right? "Is there a bruise?" His eyes wandered from trying to awkwardly glance at his shoulder, to the earlier mentioned slightly busted wheelchair. What was that thing made of? Survived both a demon invasion and the collapse of a giant building. Of course, there where nicks here and there and the thing now had a habit of squeaking, but overall, daaaaamn. Humans made that right? asked the angel to himself, inwardly patting humankind on the back. You go humans, said the blonde, you build those indestructible wheelchairs. --- [center]The second spontaneous combustion occurred only minutes prior, and in the background of a newsline reporter that was currently on live. Gifs of the horrible situation has spreaded over the web, as well on other news stations, many arguing over it's legitimacy. As futuristic as this RP is, however, people are convinced no way in hell could have that giant ass explosion somehow been fake.[/center]