Evil, after being helped up listened to the two men.

Evil stepped forward after his companion had basically insisted to.. He gave a glance to his companion, who seemed to indicate that he should ask whatever was on his mind. He held out his hand for the man to shake it. "I'm... Evil I guess and you're Muse..."
"So we're in the Guild, but you guys keep going on about some Wolf Man? Who is this Wolf Guy, Godmodder, whatever hisn ame is and what does it have to do with US? And why can you shapeshift or something? Are you an admin?" He wanted to ask a few more questions, but he really didn't feel comfortable around this strange man. I've forgotten his name again, Moose was it? No, wait, Muse.

"I've actually got a few more questions..." he began. "Can you fly us up to that island up there? Actually, what's up there? We've been traveling through the forest for what..." he glanced at his companion. "An hour now? I think so?" Although Evil didn't really trust Muse at all, his companion seemed to trust him, so he probably should too. He then asked the question that was hanging on his mind for a while to this man who seemed to know everything. "Y-you spoke of people who were murdered.... does that mean... if we die in the guild we...?" he couldn't finish the question. The pain he had felt when he fell seemed real.

Emily listened to Leon, watching him reach for the medkit. He didn't believe they were in the Guild? She thought about his words for a moment. Sure, maybe it could be a man with just way too much time and money on his hands... but... why? "I...I understand what you're saying Leon, but why? Why go to this much trouble? What's the purpose of sending us here? For shits and giggles?" She asked, holding the medkit he gave her in her hands. She sighed and looked around the room for a bag. Finding a small duffle bag tucked away in the corner, probably an athlete's, she placed both inside. She looked around the room once more and reached for another medkit on the bottom shelf. She placed it in the bag and turned to the others.

"Well, in any case, are we ready? We should probably go get some food and then we can head out to find somewhere else. Though, again, out there scares me much more than here. I know what's here, or at least what should be, and none of it would hurt us. From what I remember, this place is pretty harmless." She explained, walking over towards the door. "But, I'll do what the masses want as I don't want to be here alone." She told them, her chest tightening. It helped to have people with her, whether she trusted them or not.

Muse rose to his feet as Nautilus helped him up, taking in all questions asked and thinking of how and in what order to best respond to them in. He figured introducing himself would be the best place to start. “Yes, I’m Muse,” he spoke to Evilorber. “As for what I am, really I’m nothing specific. I’m just myself. I change into whatever I want to be at any given time. That’s all.” He shrugged, half-dodging that one question. “As for Godmodder, AKA ‘Wolf Man’, well, he’s the one causing all this nonsense.” He explained. “He’s the one that dragged you all here, apparently made a mess out of quite a few RP settings, and even caused the Guild to crash for all those weeks. As for what he is and what exactly his motives are, I really don’t know.” He told them, being completely truthful that time. “I remember him saying something about wanting to create his own game and re-shape the Guild into something new, which would explain his efforts to destroy what’s already here, and I guess that makes you all a sort of member base for his ‘game’, but that doesn’t explain why he needs the Guild for whatever it is he’s doing, how he has his powers, or why he’s bringing you all in before his game is finished. There are still a lot of holes in it all…” he explained.

“At any rate,” he changed the subject. “I figured this question would come up, so I’m going to address it sooner rather than later.” he took a deep breath. “Unfortunately, any danger you encounter here is completely real. Pain is real and, yes, even death is real.” Muse made sure to lock eyes with Ebil as he said that, as the young roleplayer didn’t seem to acknowledge the gravity of the situation yet. “And… unfortunately,” he turned to Nautilus. “I haven’t encountered any of the other roleplayers from our old group. I thought all of you had died; you’re the first survivor I’ve come across. There’s no guaranteeing that you’re not the only one.” He explained sadly. “And while I may seem to have near-unlimited power to all of you, I assure you there are limits. If, in a worst-case scenario, something bad happens to any of you, I won’t be able to bring you back.” He told them grimly.

“Thankfully though, I have some survival skills you might be interested in learning.” He spoke up, trying to make things a bit more positive again. “I was originally going to take you to what appears to be a floating city RP above us,” he turned to Ebil, showing that he at least acknowledged his request. “But as John pointed out, it’s probably better that I teach you some of my abilities first. Or at the very least, give an introduction to them.” He looked back to the rest of the group, making sure they were all paying attention.

“You see, the abilities you can learn here run on sort of the same engine, so to speak, as my own ‘shape-shifting’ abilities – and that’s the idea that reality here is malleable.” Muse started to explain. “Cuz see, if you’re a GM – or even just an ordinary player in a roleplay, but especially if you’re a GM – you have control over what happens in a roleplay world. You dictate what happens by writing it out and clicking send, and you know that your word is law, and your players will have to comply with whatever it is that you just added to a story. You posted it, and it became a part of the story, no questions asked. That’s what makes things come to life here – when you post them and make them a part of the story. And while you might not be sitting in front of your computer screens any longer, you still have that ability.” He grinned. “In order to make something true, you just have to say it’s so. The tricky part, however, is believing it yourself. Your words in a roleplay wouldn’t mean much if you yourself didn’t think that what you wrote would be true in your canon. Therefore, in order to change things here, you have to unquestionably assume that what you think will happen will happen, just like you do when writing for a roleplay.” He explained. “I know it’s difficult at first, after all your inability to change anything just by thinking about it back in your own world has sort of conditioned you to doubt yourself, but I assure you, it’s not impossible! We’ll all probably need to practice together for a while, maybe after we’ve found some shelter, but you’ll get the hang of it eventually.”

Nautilus looked at the youngster rather cynically when he introduced himself as evil. "I can understand if some roleplayers prefer to be called by their usernames inside the Guild," Nautilus said to the young man. "But when your username is or has 'evil' in it, I'd prefer calling you by another name". I'm not gonna call this man 'evil' unless he really has evil intentions, he thought. Meanwhile, he listened to the young man asking questions, and many of the young man's questions were also the questions that got to his head at least once since the very beginning he got into the Guild. When the young man suddenly asked him, he could only reply it with "Don't know how much have we spent. In fact, that's another question," he then looked at Muse, "How does time flow here?" he took the opportunity to ask the question.

Nautilus listened carefully to Muse's answers to Evil's questions. Apparently that wolf were the other side in the power struggle within the Guild. If Muse and the wolf were indeed the only two sides and he had to pick one, he'd surely picked Muse's side no matter what the displays of the wolf man are, for the wolf man was drunk with power, to say the least. When Muse remarked that the other roleplayers he was with before remained to be seen, however, he had to cope with the fact that his survival was likely an exception compared to the fate of the other roleplayers in the previous iteration.

“But as John pointed out, it’s probably better that I teach you some of my abilities first. Or at the very least, give an introduction to them,” Muse continued.

Which one is John? Nautilus wondered. Before he could ask the question, however, Muse had already continued his speech. Muse's explanation baffled Nautilus completely. He just could not accept the idea. Indeed, roleplayerguild.com consists of stories made by the roleplayers, and the roleplayers' thoughts are canon unless the posts breach the roleplays' rules. But here, even though this was a world consisting of roleplays, Nautilus didn't feel his words were canon and real here. However, since he hadn't known a lot about the way the Guild works, Nautilus thought that it was best to be skeptical for the time being while looking for an opportunity to test Muse's statements later. He did not want to test it now because he thought it would be very silly to do so around strangers, especially if he failed, which he thought was likely to be the case. "So, will we go to that floating island?" Nautilus asked everyone.

Evil took into account the look his companion gave when he told them his name, and his slightly offensive message. He quickly corrected his own mistakes "You can call me Orber too, Evilorber for full, got it from a random name gen..." he hoped that would correct any bad feelings between his companions. Muse's long speech confirmed a lot of what Evil had on his mind. The GM thing he'd tried earlier, death in this world means death in real life, the floating island roleplay things above them and how Muse' can shapeshift into whatever he feels like shapeshifting into. So my idea could have worked... if I believed hard enough... he thought, highly doubting he'd ever get the hang of it. Muse also mentioned a wolf-man, and how he thought other roleplayers were dead, or something, although Evil kind of spaced out thinking about other things. Shortly afterwards, He pointed to the young man, around his age. "Why do you keep giving him bad looks?" He didn't really expect an answer, Muse seemed like the type who would shrug of any question like that, at least to Evil. In fact, Evil thought about it more.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" he raised his voice slightly
"You never told us if you were an admin or not!" He slightly regretted re asking the question.

"Really? All I have to do is believe? Sounds cheesy, but I'll try," Ebil said, then shook himself and cleared his throat.
"Muse told everyone that all they had to do was believe. Ebil took that, and after focusing, changed into an eagle. I have no idea why he would want to turn into an eagle, maybe that was the first thing that popped into his mind."
Ebil began feeling strange, and he grew feathers, a beak, and he shrank.
Hey! It worked! Ebil tried to say, but all that came out was "Squaak!"

John smiled lightly, relieved that Muse had understood. He observed the small exchange between the man next to... What was it? He said it was Orber now. Orb then. Easy to remember. He turned as he heard his other companion narrate himself. Was his name Ebil? It occurred to John that names hadn't really been his priority, but quickly forgot as a bird screeched where Ebil had stood. He stared for a moment, before saying, "Well, I guess it works." He recalled his previous thought and continued, "Also, I guess now would be a good time to say that my name is John." He nodded to Orb and the man. "Sorry for the delayed introduction."

John thought for a moment. It seemed dangerous, to be honest. Sure, he was the one who requested it, but still, what happened if he messed up? Well, you couldn't really mess up in an RP could you? Either it happened or it didn't. He sat down for a moment and thought. He didn't want to transform, at least not yet. The idea made him vaguely queezy. An idea occurred to him, inspired by Muse. He was a GM. So what if he used the properties of his world? He focused and pictured it before him. Something made a notable cracking sound behind him and nudged him gently. He turned slowly to find roughly what he had imagined: a Dragon Puppet. It seemed weak, though, and battered. The sight of his world's destruction must have gotten to him. He sighed and looked at it for a moment, before turning to the group. "I honestly didn't expect that to work." The Dragon Puppet cracked noises at John. Was this what Puppets sounded like? It was fairly similar to how he had imagined it. He stepped up to it and stroked its neck. The Dragon was small, to be sure, but maybe big enough to carry someone. John smiled. He was petting his own creation. It felt nice.

"Like I said, I don't know why," Leon shrugged. "As far as I know, it might very well be for 'shits and giggles'. I've seen crazier plots, both in actual history and fiction alike. For all we know, whoever did this is just flatout insane. The point is that one way or another, staying in place isn't going to help us in any way." Once again, he didn't speak out his other thought; that this place might not be quite as safe as Rose hoped. Of course, if she was right, then this place might very well be one of the safest places around. Still, Leon wasn't quite ready to accept that yet.

"I'm ready when you are. Euclid, are you ready to go too?," Leon said over his shoulder. ...no response? "Uhm, Euclid?," he asked again, this time actually turning around. Oh, he just fell asleep. I guess his body really needs the rest. In which case it would be a really bad idea to wake him up. At the same time, can we really just leave him behind alone? ...I guess we should at least write a note or something... "Hey, Rose, do you see any pens and/or paper around anywhere?," Leon asked the girl while simultaneously looking for some stuff himself in a nearby desk. "I don't really like leaving him behind, but what little I know of treating people states that you should never move someone unless it can't be helped. I guess the best we can do is leave him a note that we went off to get help, but that still requires us actually finding help first. And the things to write said note, for that mat-Oh, found it! Never mind," he finished, holding up a pen and a small stack of post-it notes for Rose to see.
After writing a few simple notes that Rose and he were off to find out exactly what was going on, where they were and that Euclid should just try to get some rest for now, Leon placed aforementioned Post-Its on the door of the nurse's office. "There. At least now Euclid won't need to wonder where we went," Leon spoke while putting the pen and Post-Its in his pocket. After all, you never know when things like that'll come in handy. "Well then, shall we go?," he continued as he opened the door for Rose. "So, where's the kitchen?"

Evil, well, now seeming to go buy Orb. "Yeah, Orb will work. Better than Evil anyway." He didn't like it himself, but as he observed, everyone decided to try out there powers. He looked at the man his age, having already forgotten his name, he turned into an eagle. Why an eagle? I suppose he could fly upwardsHe thought, as he looked up at the structure above him. This other fellow introduced himself as John. "Pleasure to meet you all." Orb happily said to the other group, glancing at his companion, who seemed to trust them. Orb wanted to try out his power, but didn't feel to confident, in fear of it failing again. He was a GM in that other world, he glanced behind him at the forest bathed in light not obstructed by the floating island RP.

"So we all seem to be getting the hang of our abilities." he nodded to John and that kid. Orb wondered why he had chosen a puppet of a dragon, it seemed odd to him. "So I guess we can create things too." he once again looked at the light. I could try, i've always wanted one anyway... He thought. A look of doubt appeared on his face. Better not risk it, probably safer to ride on Muse anyway. In a joking fashion, he picked up his bag and tossed it to Muse. "Well, dragons are strong, right? I guess you can be the cargo plane." he said in a light hearted voice. He once again glanced at where they had come from.

Ebil squawked a couple more times, as if he was trying to ask a question, then put his head down in frustration. A moment later, he was transforming back.
"Testing... testing. Okay, thank goodness, I can speak normally now. Anyway, should we begin our flight to Kalmasyia Academy?" asked Ebil.

She sighed at his response. He was right. It's not something they should push to the side blindly. But... ignorance is bliss, right? Why couldn't he just allow her that much? She watched him from the doorway as he searched for something to write with. She would have helped him, but he found it before she decided to walk over and help. It was a bit weird that Euclid just.. passed out but she didn't want to think too much on it. Maybe he just needed some water, or maybe he was tired. Either way, she'd help him when he was up again.

She looked over at Leon as he walked over closer to her, opening the door for her and asking where the kitchen was. She nodded and walked out in front of him. "It's not to far from the tunnel." She told him, walking a bit slowly. She didn't feel like she should be in much of a rush. Then again, this was her normal pace. Any faster, and something would have to be going on. When she was working, she always walked faster, when she had somewhere to be but now... She just wanted to stay where she was. She closed her eyes as they walked. No, she'd go with them. It was better than being alone. She walked over to the entrance to the cafeteria and opened the door for Leon, motioning for him to go inside. "There's a door on the far right that leads into the kitchen. I'll be right behind you." She told him, still holding the door.

Nautilus was a bit afraid when youngster-number-two, as Nautilus referred to Ebil inside his head, turns into an eagle. You're a roleplayer, aren't you? he thought. "I guess... the second batch of roleplayers learn it far quicker," he muttered, noting that none of the roleplayers in the first batch managed to do so upon their first interaction with Muse. But who knows for how long Ebil had been with Muse, for Nautilus had never seen Ebil before Ebil came here with Muse. "But can he transform back, that's the question. That's why I don't want to be the first to test weird things like this," he said.

As Ebil transformed back into his original form, Nautilus was one of the first to react to it. "How was it, youngster-number-two? Or what's your name again?" he asked, having reserved the term 'youngster-number-one' for Orb. "Kal-what? What academy is that?" Nautilus asked as the name of the academy that lied on the floating island was mentioned. "If it's safe, let's go there. We've got transport units to take us above," he said in a tongue-in-cheek fashion, "Although it doesn't comply with safety standards on the real world, it seems to be our only feasible option".

John listened, stroking the Dragon Puppet. He needed a name, John decided. He chuckled lightly to himself. Papyrus. Somehow, it fit. Papyrus the Dragon Puppet. He returned his mind to the events around him. Yes, the floating mass of land above them. John shook his head, staring at it. Somehow, it didn't phase him at all anymore. You get used to it quick, he decided. The as Ebil returned to his human form, which was equally startling for John, the man asked how it was. John smiled at the impromptu name. At least he wasn't the only one being careless with names. The man asked about the floating land again, referring to it as an academy. John nodded. Of course, there were dozens of academy RPs, it would make sense for one to be flying as it was. John considered it. Had he really never seen one himself? He must not have.

John considered the man's suggestion. He glanced about at the group and back to Papyrus. He sighed. "I could attempt to bring more like Papyrus - that is," he added, realizing no one knew he had named the dragon, "more Puppet Dragons - but considering... his current state," he continued, actively avoiding his depression, "I'm not sure what might happen if I try. They could be better, or maybe even worse, or... maybe not be at all." John continued stroking Papyrus, who seemed to hum crackles at him in comfort. He spoke almost to himself, thinking, "Maybe if the we could communicate with anyone up there..." He shrugged to no-one in particular.

We've got a problem, you and I. A score to settle that has been a long time coming.

The area was white all over and showed no signs of walls or a door. Not too far off, there was a well. Euclid started walking to it, a cacophany of whispers growing as he neared the well until it was nearly unbearable. Then, suddenly, it was gone, replaced by silence. A silhouette formed on the opposite side of the well, its familiar grin giving hint as to who it was.

"Who are you?" Euclid asked, clenching his fists. He saw the shadow a few times before, and now that they were relatively face to face, it was time for answers. The reply came from everywhere at once as the dark figure's head tilted, its voice sounding almost masculine but inhuman.

Who am I?

The reply was confusing at best, but the more terrifying part of the experience was that the area that he was in was becoming darker by the second, the light slowly disappearing into the well as the shadow repeated its answer.

Who am I?

As the darkness reached him, Euclid began to disappear, unable to move back into the fading light. The shadow held its hands up in front of its mouth and imitated the motion of giggling, the smile shaking fast and haphazardly. The cacophony of whispers began to return, louder than before, and Euclid clutched his ears, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Who am I?

The darkness overtook him, forcing his screams to abruptly end as he reached out toward the now camouflaged silhouette, its sickening grin the only thing to pierce the void. The well's light finally subsided, and the entity's reply was the only thing that remained.

Who am I?

The ceiling was the first thing Euclid saw when he opened his eyes, slipping off the bed and on to his feet. He was unsure as to how he fell unconscious or how long he was out, but by the time he awoke, the others were gone. Looking around the room, he found a note attached to the door of the office that read:

"Went to look for help. Headed towards the kitchen."

"Better than nothing," he said, folding up the note and placing it into his pocket before leaving the office. He entered a large hall and surveyed the area, attempting to find the kitchen, but failing in the end. Because of this, he chose a random pathway and started to walk, placing his hands in his pockets. His only goal now was to find the kitchen.

Ebil began feeling awkward at becoming the center of attention. It wasn't his fault he believed in miracles. However, he got a hold of himself and answered anyway.
"Well... It felt uncomfortable at first, but once I got used to it, it felt normal. It was weird having time move faster than normal, though. Turning back was exactly the same feeling." after taking a breath, Ebil answered the second question, "I know about that island because I play in it's RP. It's is pretty much harmless. It's called 'Kalmasyia Academy'"

Muse kept his eyes locked on Orb as the roleplayer repeated his previous question. For just a moment, Muse’s expression remained relatively serious and flat. “I’m not an admin.” He replied plainly, before turning to Nautilus.

“Ah, yes, time,” he replied, his energy and usual, quirky way of speaking returning. “That’s an interesting subject. Time’s not easy to keep track of here, you see, since time can flow at totally different rates simply depending on what setting you’re in. So I guess you could say that, compared to what you’re used to in your own world, time here is…” he took a moment to spin around, giving himself a completely new outfit and even a new face in the process, suddenly resembling a certain David Tennant, and giving himself a thick British accent to boot. “…more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey stuff!” he finished, before bursting out laughing, changing back to his usual form just as quickly. “Oh, sorry, I’ve just always wanted an excuse to say that! Anyway, I guess the rate of time here really isn’t all that important – just the way you perceive it is.”

As Muse finished his explanation on time, he was surprised to see that a couple of his roleplaying companions had already gotten the hang of augmenting their reality – one of them already practicing transformation and the other designing a new character for himself. “Well… I’m impressed!” he exclaimed. “Didn’t expect any of you to pick up on that sort of skill this quickly.” He told them, before turning to the others. “Ya see? All you have to do is accept that it’s possible. Hopefully seeing these two be able to pull it off so well will help you guys trust in yourselves and be able to do it, too.” He grinned.

As the conversation continued, the desire to reach the floating city above them seemed to become unanimous. “Well then, I guess that settles that.” Muse agreed, stepping back and giving himself some space before transforming into his dragon self again. He crouched down on the ground, allowing everyone to climb onto his back. As an afterthought, he modified his dragon body slightly so that a series of thin, spike-like ridges protruded from his back, but with enough room between them for people to sit. “These should give you something to hold onto.” He told them, hoping to provide as safe a ride as possible. “Although, I don’t have to be a dragon if you’d prefer something else. I could be a giant bird, maybe, or even a flying bison, but we might as well save experimentation for a later date.” He rambled. “Oh, and if any of you would rather try to fly up there on your own, feel free to give it a try.” He grinned.

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A loud thud could be heard as the two roleplayers entered the cafeteria, followed by the sounds of muffled swearing. A keen eye would’ve spotted a head of violet hair under one of the cafeteria tables – a head in the process of being rubbed after its owner had so carelessly slammed it against the top of the table in surprise when a pair of characters entered the room. Wait no… those can’t be characters. the Godmodder thought to himself, peering through the space between the table and the benches to get a better look at them. Those… those must be my roleplayers! he exclaimed internally, before looking back down at the ground. “I guess that means you’re off the hook…” he whispered, glaring at a tiny spider on the floor in front of him. “I won’t tear your legs off one by one… for now.” He told the arachnid before worming his way out from under the table, looking at Rose and Leon with wide and curious eyes, his left-eye aura flickering energetically, half of his body still under the table. “Well hello there.” He greeted. “Sorry you had to catch me like this. I wasn’t expecting guests…”

Orb was disappointed that Muse wasn't an admin, although he said it in an odd way, different than usual... Stern? That seems like the word to use.

Muse explained time to then, and Orb cringed at the Doctor Who joke... he felt it didn't suit the situation that much, Despite being a fan of the show himself.

After Muse changed into his dragon form once again, he climbed on top of him. A spike erupted, almost piercing his left arm. He took a good grip on it, and the noticed his bag had fallen on the ground. "Wait a moment." he said, as he jumped off, grabbed his bag and secured it tightly to Muse's leg. He climbed back up once again. I can't believe i'm riding on a dragon... he thought. He extended his arm to the kid around his age. "C'mon up then, I doubt you can fly up to... whatever, Kringleder academy or whatever it's called by yourself." Orb wasn't too sure if he could actually help this person up, after all, he could barely lift 20 lbs. He took a firm grip on the spike, as he extended his arm as much as possible.

He also didn't appreciate the Avatar Joke.

This is going to be a fun ride... he thought sarcastically to himself.

John chuckled at the Doctor Who reference. It seemed like such a little thing now, but it was nice to see. As it became clear that they would leave for the floating land, which has been thoroughly established as an academy by now, he turned to Papyrus, who nuzzled his hand before unfolding a set of six wings with a mighty few cracks and groans. John beheld his broken creation, so willing to do what he wished. He sighed, unsure if he was proud or sad. Likely both.

He turned to Muse, who now held the visage of a Dragon. "I'll ride up myself. If all goes well -" though I doubt it will "- I'll see you at the Academy." John took his place in Papyrus's back, feeling the creature adjust itself carefully. He felt the texture beneath his hand shift and mold, stretching its new limbs. Before he could say anything, Papyrus climbed effortlessly into the air, batting its wings viciously. The cracking sounds of the Puppet Dragon were lost in the roar of the wings and wind. Papyrus hovered carefully, unsure. "Wait for Muse," John told him, hoping it could hear him. The beast seemed to nod. John glanced down toward his companions and refined his fear of heights. Of course. Riding a Dragon and the drop is what scares me shitless. He swore Papyrus was chuckling.

Ebil hesitated for a second. He wanted to fly, but he also wanted to hang out with his new friend. He stood there chewing his lip for a while. He wasn't very good at making choices or sticking with them.
Eh, I guess I could fly while at the academy. It's not like they'll think I'm weird. Matt's the Phoenix after all. Ebil thought, and climbed up Muse, who was in the shape of a dragon, with the help of his friend.
"Flying on the dragon isn't too bad. Think of it like a roller coaster. You know, except for the lack of seat belts." Ebil told him after getting settled on the dragon's back.

She blinked, looking down at the man that appear from under one of the tables. Her eyes were wide and her heart was racing.This was.... weird. Why was he under... the table? And why were we his guests? She lifted a brow and look at him. "G-Guests? But... This is an RP. You don't actually own our RP. I mean, we thought of this place. If you made this, then that's plagiarism." She began, staying where she was.

He scared her, mostly because he didn't feel like another character and she didn't know him. He felt... unpredictable. "Besides, how would you even know how to frame up this place? We never really even made it clear how it looked." She continued, a chuckle escaping her lips. "You got it right even down to the interior of the cafeteria." She told him, looking around.

Interestingly enough, when the school was rebuilt, they built in new technology. Weird gadgets that helped take orders. It was all very.. scifi. Not that she minded, but still. She would have much preferred they'd kept it the way it was. But no, someone had to change something. She let out a sigh and turned to the violet haired man, suddenly realizing once again what was happening. Right... There was a strange man though... What was the difference between him and Leon? Or him and Euclid? They were all strangers here. Though, the word 'guest' threw her off. She shook her head with a deep sigh. "Anyway, we need to get supplies." She said and then turned to walk past Leon, towards the kitchen door. "It's right here." She opened the door and headed on in without him. Whether he followed or not, she began taking nonperishable foods and began placing them inside the dufflebag. It reminded her of Marching Band when they had to load up the trailer with all of the equipment. It was a bit like Tetris, trying to fit as much stuff as you could in an itty-bitty space.