[h1][color=gray]Harmon Rottlage[/color] and [color=brown]Ruben Tarblatt[/color][/h1]
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Harmon barged into the room after he rushed to unlock the door, panicking all the while. He turned back, shut it, and locked it again straight away. He leaned against the door and attempted to regain his composure. He let out breath after breath and cradled his head. He’d just spent a good bit of time escaping from the scene in the cafeteria, running out of the building, teleporting every which way to the educational wing, and finally making it to Ruben’s classroom. It wasn’t safe over in the cafeteria, both because of the creature and the absolute [i]hell[/i] the students there were going to raise to fend it off.

And he wasn’t going to have any part of it.

[color=brown]“Harmon.”[/color]

Harmon turned towards the back of the room to see Ruben, off in the distance, slowly forming a body under his Brainvault as he emerged from his resting station. Tendrils formed to disconnect him from various wires and tubes. [color=brown]“What. Is. The matter.”[/color]

[color=gray]“There’s, there’s-…”[/color] Harmon responded frantically, [color=gray]“C-creature! Creature, in the-”[/color]

[color=brown]“Harmon. Calm. Yourself.”[/color]

Harmon ceased talking and attempted to catch his breath. As he did, however, the rush of pain in his head returned. That one shard was still loose but, thankfully, it wasn’t bleeding as much anymore. Ruben looked down at Harmon, examining the shard, and decided an explanation would have to wait.

[color=brown]“Remain. Seated.”[/color] He said, turning to go fetch the appropriate tools for the job. [color=brown]“I. Will. Assist you.”[/color]