[IC] The Unnatural Campus (Full)

[Mariana Collie]

West's hands clung to Bora's shoulders, a wild gleam glittered her eyes. Bora could recognize the feeling, but had since done her best to tune it all out. Every ping, every yell, until both heaving their breaths were loud and clear. "Okay. I'll do my best." She pulled West up, trying to get both of them straight on their feet, glancing back over her shoulder while looping West's arm around her neck and her free one under the woman's armpit. It was a heavy task for such a small girl, but being a decent ranch hand, the girl was no pushover.

Booming voice, carrying with it a tone of authority. She wasn't paying attention, but could hear it clearly. She froze in place, nails digging into West's coat. Miko whined and kneeled behind the pair. Her leash had long since wrapped many times around the girl to the point they were lucky they hadn't started running.

"You thought it might be funny to play wild wild west, and now you'll all deal with the consequences."

The sound of things dropping, skidding across the street, the silence of dead air that followed. Something was very different. She turned to the source of the voice, almost mechanically. At this point, the smoke was drifting away, the only bullets moving were those still rolling down the cement. Bora opened her mouth to speak yet nothing came. This was real magic, wasn't it? A dose high enough to freeze anyone's blood.

[Camey]

''Alright, playtime is over" A stern, but calm voice sounded in Maddox her ears. She was just about to shoot at a figure - when she was sure it wasn't West or Bora since that would be quite bad -, when the voice stopped her. She briefly wondered how she heard it. The voice didn't shout, didn't scream, but was calm and collected. The gunshots would have surely overpowered his voice, making it either a faint muffle or not even hearable at all.

Maddox turned her head quietly to the voice, barely moving as to avoid making any sound. The only sound she could here were bullets dropping on the street, making 'tinging' noises when they bounced until they came to a halt. How did all sound suddenly stop when the man spoke? She was quiet, but when Mikkish talked to her meters away from the action, she could barely hear it. How did a man, that didn't even yell or scream, sound louder than bullets everywhere? Or sound louder than the thumping in her ears? Then it was really quiet. Maddox' breathing suddenly seemed very loud, and her heartbeat seemed to be amplified as well. No one seemed to speak, but then the voice spoke again. "now you'll all deal with the consequences." What did it even mean? Playing the wild wild west? Was this a reference to West, the woman? Or was this a warning. Maddox hadn't even done anything. Didn't even see most of the action. She hid behind a sign. She almost shot, but then the man interrupted her. She had a feeling this was for the best though, but that was yet to be seen. She anxiously, but curiously awaited what the man would say next.

[Gentlemanvaultboy]

"Who is that? What's happening? Is that the cops?" West asked wearily, looking around to see every possible vague indistinct shape she could. There was no more gunfire, and the guy had spoken with a voice of authority, and the way thery were talking seemed to imply that they had some sort of authority to dole out punishment. Wst was suddenly overcome with light headedness as she felt the tension of the situation start to drain out of her, and her mouth started moving almost independently of her own will. "I'm pressing charges!" She said, trying to turn and face the direction she thought the voice had come from and inadvertently toppling backwards over the terrified dog flat onto her ass. She didn't let that break her train of thought though. "Me, and my friend here," she continued, gesturing from her new position in the direction of the nearest indistinct blob with the shoe she still had clutched in her good hand, "Have been assaulted and robbed. We have suffered emotional distress. My hand feels like it's broken, I'm not sure how that happened. He has my gun! That is my gun! And my wallet! I would like my wallet and my gun! And my glasses! You better not have broken my glasses!"

She would keep going in this breathless, frazzled state unless something stopped her.