[hr][h1][i][color=8dc73f]Fiona Ashley Barrett[/color][/i][/h1][@SepticGentleman][hr]

The conversation between Fiona and Kayla was going swimmingly! Fiona was ecstatic to make a friend! Still, they choose to take their conversation inside the Beach Lodge - the cool beach breeze was making Fiona a bit... uncomfortable. She walked up the stairs, while another man was walking down - obviously a staff member. He looked at Fiona all funny. Which made her a little uncomfortable. She tried not to stare back at him, just kept her eyes forward. People stared at her all the time. Just something she gotten used to. Not everyone was used to seeing a anthropomorphic Cricket, after all. Though, something about him just... irked her. Didn't know. She just kept walking with that smile on her face. Once she reached the door, she pushed the door open, and held it open for Kayla. Who happily skipped inside, before Fiona walked inside herself. Her senses told her that there isn't too many people at the Lodge. Perfect. Fiona liked small groups either way.

Though, she smelled a familiar scent. The kind of scent she hasn't smelled in ages. Who could it be? [color=8dc73f]"Hey, Kayla, can you wait here for a moment?"[/color] She told Kayla. Her antennae picked up a scent, it was coming from upstairs. Her hearing picked up a slightly frantic heart-rate. She had little idea [i]who[/i] could be up there - only people she knew were people from the Ivory Deer Community, and she doubted that anyone else there would be brave enough to venture out here. Well, only one to find out. Fiona looked up at the second floor - only blocked by a wooden railing. She bent her legs, and shot up off the ground up onto the railing. Landing with a loud bang as her exoskeleton collided with the railing. Without a noticeable mark at all. She must be getting good at this. She remained in a squatting position, as her eyes scanned the area in front of her. Requiring little head movements. Until her eyes zoomed in on one target....

It was Harmon! Tall as she was, white-skin, no eyes, and metal popping out of his head. It had to be him! People at the IDC were quite... distinct. [color=8dc73f]"Harmon!"[/color] Fiona said, in her insectoid voice. She hopped off the railing and hopped over to him, ready to give him a great big old hug - she stopped herself once she entered his personal space. She clicked her mandibles, and took two steps back. Hoping that the situation wouldn't get too awkward. [color=8dc73f]"It's so nice to see you here! What have you been up to?!"[/color] She asked him, arcing her lips upwards into a simple.



[hr][h1][i][color=f26522]Diego Julius Bellasquez[/color][/i][/h1][@Maxx][hr] 


Christ. Diego [i]missed[/i], but worst of all, Titus wasn't even phased by the sheer heat the burst should have given off. Which further convinced Diego of Titus's toughness (Getting a chunk his leg bitten off was proof of that). He was so caught off guard, that he couldn't brace for his next attack in time. Titus's raw kick impacted Diego in the side, and forced out some spit and air as he was sent flying backwards until he slid against the ground into a stop. He groaned as he lifted his body up a little bit, putting his forearm down on the cold floor. Nothing was broken, per-se. But he knew there was going to be some bruising. Okay, he got it now. Titus was foolhardy as the Bellasquez duo thought he was. He was... like the beast. He rushed in without tactics and throws his strength around until he wins. And Diego needed to stop [i]letting[/i] it work. Diego wasn't planning on using his special tricks until he got into a [i]real[/i] fight ([color=a0410d][i]... And we both know that will happen soon.[/i][/color]), but he needed to turn the tides on Titus, and make him [i]think[/i] at least. This was actually for the benefit for the both of them.

Diego flattened his body on the ground, and placed both of his palms onto the floor. He shot a focused stream of flames out of his hands, strong enough to lift him up to his feet. He immediately dropped into a stance - sideways, head turned towards Titus, with his feet pointing straight (In comparison to his body). Time to try something else. All he has to do is play keep away. He waited for Titus to get close - then he suddenly outstretched both hands and shot fire out of both hands. The very fire that spun and shaped itself into a violent tornado. One that covered... quite a bit of ground. All without touching Diego's clothes. It rendered Diego very difficult to see - and that was the point. He nodded his head, and sent the tornado flying at Titus in a sudden movement.

Leaping through the flames, Diego's fist was cocked, and ready to deliver one hellova blow - a solid swing towards Titus's face. The tornado itself had stopped spinning and regressed to a simple shapeless mass of flames - that was heading towards Diego.



[hr][h1][i][color=007236]Michelle Brianna Gallus[/color][/i][/h1][@TaliPaendrag][@Wintergrey][hr]


A sharp cracking sound filled Michelle's ears, and she immediately came to attention and turned on it. Which prepared her for the chick appearing out of high-hell no where right before them. It was certainly a surprise for Michelle. She furrowed her eyebrows. [color=007236]"... Great of you to introduce yourself."[/color] She said, looking down at the chick. Both hands on her hips. This girl was pretty small (Well, a lot of people were compared to her), had red hair, and was overall uninteresting. Michelle shrugged. [color=007236][i]Should... let up on her a bit. If I'm going to get any help, I'm gonna need to act like it.[/i][/color] She thought to herself. Well, what's the worse that could go wrong. [color=007236][i]Everything.[/i][/color] She mused, before looking off to the side. [color=007236]"I'm [i]Michelle[/i], and this is my lil' friend, [i]Beth[/i]. We're about to uh..."[/color] She looked around for a moment. Wondering if she should tell what happened or not. [color=007236]"... Go on a little trip!"[/color] She just said next.



[hr][h1][i]Agatha Crest and...[/i][/h1][hr]


"It..." One of the Surgeons said, "We don't know what happened, his heart just stopped."

Inside the room the child that they had performed surgery on had suddenly died. They don't know what happened - everything was going well, then he died. The surgeons had placed a white cloth over his body, which was resting in peace on a cadaver carrier. Agatha Crest standing over the body, hands on the side of the table. Just staring down. "... It was the electricity... yeah." She simply said. "It stopped his heart." She arced her head towards the surgeon behind her.

"We should... get his body in the morgue, and contact his family - tell them about their loss." The surgeon took a step until he was alongside Agatha. "Andrew... Prace? I'll get his parents on phone now."

"...That won't be necessary." Agatha said, raising her head.

A group of footsteps filled the hallway, signalling a group of people making their approach to the ER. The group shoved the doors to the room open, and it revealed the Head Mistress, and two burly men walking at her side in suits (Her bodyguards perhaps?). The tall one opened the door and Miranda stepped through the door. She looked around the room, and turned towards the surgeon standing behind Agatha. She walked up to him, and got quite grabby. She grabbed his lower face tightly (Putting her hand under his chin, her fingers across his jaw). She asked him, hissing every word, "What happened here?"

The surgeon looked around, desperately. Feeling as if Darth Vader had him in the Force choke. "H-he hurt himself, his heart stopped mid-operation."

Miranda tightened her grip, and pushed him against the wall. "No," She started off, "[i]Tell me[/i] what happened here?"

"I-I- I just told you, his heart stopped!" He frantically said.

At this point, everyone in the room was staring at her. Except for the two people that came with the Headmistress - they stood on both sides of the door. Arms crossed, and looking on point. The Headmistress smirked,  "I don't think you understand my question..." She looked him dead in the eye. "... What. [i]Happened[/i]... [i]Here[/i]...?" That's when, strange things happened. The Headmistress released her grip and took a step back. Massaging her temples, as if a great strain was just exerted on her body.

The surgeon held his head, and looked around. "... I don't know." The same could be said about the rest of the room, save for a few [i]key[/i] people. They just... [i]forgot[/i] about the surgery and the kid they were trying to save. Groans of "What happened here?" and "Why am I here?"

"Oh?" Agatha stood straight up, and looked around the room. Before her gaze rested on the dead body obscured by a white cloth. "I think I'll just... get this out of everyone's way." She said with a cheery smile, putting her hands on the cadaver carrier and hauled him out of the room. With a smile. They looked at the carrier she hauled, but didn't raise a fuss. They just said hello to her and continued. No one dare questioned Agatha, nor did they ever attempting to check what may be under the cloth. Anyone who did suddenly came down with a case of amnesia. So, she simply hauled the body to the nearest elevator, and went to the basement floor of the hospital. 

There was not a single light down here - but that didn't deter her. She pushed her load into the shadows....

Afterwards, everyone left the ER and went back to their business as if nothing happened. Simply [i]forgetting[/i] why they were there in the first place. However, the forgetfulness hit the school like a plague. More and more people forgot about the boy. In less than an hour, the island would forget the name Andrew Prace. Not a single trace would remain on any computer, or in anyone's mind.

In a few days; the world.