Realistic or Modern ❛ 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. ❜

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;❛ AREN'T WE JUST TERRIFIED? ❜ ─ OPENED. ;​

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[nymphadora.]

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ACT ONE. ​

[div class=block style="background-color: darkgrey;"]❛ we'll laugh until our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough. ❜

Silence, as weightless as it was, could have an impact greater than most things. A tsunami could be destructive, a political campaign be violent; but nothing had the same power as silence did. The way a lack of sound could be so comforting, yet so threatening, sent shockwaves. The best part? Silence was never discriminatory; And Leopold's Academy for the Bright and Young was no different. The academy was known for the lush gardens and bright skies, but as the sun rose from it's slumber, the burning star couldn't face the day and hid behind growing grey clouds.

Morning classes were dismissed that morning, unusual for a school with a perfect academic record. Students were awakened to the sound of crisp envelopes swept under the crack of their dorm-room door, the school crest imprinted on the lip with freshly sealed, red wax. The note wasn't directed, but rather it spoke to a general audience. In long, cursive letters easily recognised as the principal's handwriting, the note read:

❛ Dear student,
After thorough searching, reporting and investigation, we announce with a sadden and worried heart that another student has gone missing from campus. Matilda Agnevine was -- is -- a bright second year witch, loved and adored by her peers. Campus security and staff members are still searching for Matilda and the other four students that have disappeared. We're all praying for their safe return home and back to Leopold. As a thoughtful gesture suggested by Principal Blackthorn, all morning classes will be cancelled in order to hold a remembrance service, in the ballroom, to remind ourself of our bright students who have lost their way, and bring our spirits together to hope that they return.
This is a mandatory service, all those who are not marked by their first class teacher on the roll will be facing consequences.

Emilia Blackthorne, Vice prinicpal. ❜

Students promptly shuffle out of their rooms and into rows, and rows of chairs lined neatly in the ballroom. Overarching paintings of faded cherubs and divinity draped in robes, laying beautiful and lazily in clouds stained above. Candles floated above, the scent of cinnamon, dragon's blood and violet danced around the grand room; a sign of protection and a feminine touch by the vice principal. Teachers stand by the sidelines, hands crossed in front of them as expressions ranged from worried, to stoic, to absolute dread. After a few more moment of shuffling, students found their seating and their attention was stolen by the sound of polished shoes clapping towards a podium. His eyes flicker up, his entity still composed, he had perfect view of every seat in the ballroom. Quietly, he counted in his head.

Six chairs were missing their people.

information:
time: 8:50am.
weather: cloudy and grey, but little chance of rain.
location: outside the assembly, meeting by the front of the library (connected to the east wing of the school).
task: meet with the rest of the arcana, figure out what is going on, if there is something going on.
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Leopold Academy was protected by a veil of glamour so thick and everlasting not even the birds perched on the trees could stare at it. But the school wasn't safe anymore. A series of coincidences would not have loomed this large over the heads of many. Students began to fear whether it would be their friend or themselves who would be reported missing the next morning. Teachers gritted their teeth. It was a wonder how the most well-known clique—the Arcana—hadn't been among the fliers posted around campus. But they were just as confused as everyone else.

Past the marbled hallways and flights of stairs that were well over a century old, one member of the Arcana slept alone in his room. The alarm clock had been ringing for several minutes. A slight grimace crossed Kaz's face as his eyes remained closed. His mind still floated between the hazy realm of consciousness and sleep, but somehow he willed himself out of the comfort of his bed. The shrill noise stopped. He rubbed his eyes as he made his way to the bathroom, but spotted something lying in front of his door. It was an envelope sealed with the Leopold Academy symbol. When he saw it, his grogginess was abruptly torn away.

He was aware that a letter of this sort was only delivered upon serious circumstances. And lately, the school had been encountering just that. He opened the envelope and read the letter inside. Kaz felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and his stomach turn to knots. He had hoped that there wouldn't be yet another person missing. The strange disappearances was gnawing away at everyone's composure. With no explanation as to where the five witches and warlocks had gone, it was downright unsettling.

But he had to wonder: was there a serial kidnapper targeting the students? Did the missing individuals leave of their own free will? Were they somewhere safe and unharmed or had they been...? The thought made him a little nauseated and sent a shiver down his spine. His phone suddenly made a notification sound, drawing his attention away from the letter. A new message from the "disaster gang" group chat popped up on the lock screen. It read:

let's meet up in front of the library. we need to figure out whats going on right now.
Kaz let his thumbs hover over the keys for a moment. He considered the remembrance service that was going to take place. The letter stated it to be mandatory; anyone who didn't attend would be faced with consequences. They would be fine as long as they didn't miss it, right? It couldn't hurt to rendezvous with his friends shortly before it began. Kaz started typing.
i'll be there.

He pressed send. There was still a considerable amount of time that excused him from being hasty, so he proceeded with his morning routine. He splashed cold water onto his face in the bathroom and glimpsed at his own reflection. His hair was disheveled from a night of tossing and turning—it almost looked like a nest of black feathers atop his head. His dark brown eyes were murky, plagued by fatigue and unease. Kaz sighed. He looked like a mess.

Everything will be okay... We'll figure this out.

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Kaz walked in long strides with his hands in his pockets. He made a detour from the path all the students were taking to the ballroom, slipping away from sight to reach the front of the library. He was surprised to realize he was the first one there; usually he was the fourth or last person to show up whenever they gathered anywhere. He checked his phone. 8:50 am. It wouldn't be long until they arrived.

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[nymphadora.]

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How many secrets can you keep?​

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the arcana / kaz.
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TheWaffleLord
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Nadia was never a fan of sleeping.

Frail fingers clung to a hastily made cigarette, smoke dancing off the edge and escaping from her pail lips, only to be swept away by the chilly grip of the wind. Something felt wrong, the way her stomach did backflips at the each announcement of another student disappearing was a sign. Nadia didn't need divination or a sign from the afterlife to tell her that the air had changed at the Academy, how everything was suddenly treated with caution ― even a blind person would able to notice the unwanted change. Despite the warmth of the paper roll in between her grip, Nadia couldn't fight the shake in her hand, dark eyes wandering pass out of the tiny hole of a window and around the grounds of the campus.

The sound of paper sliding against the tired wooden floor broke Nadia from her spell, her mop of black hair whipping behind her as the femme's gaze shifted from outside to the envelope on the floor. One leg uncurled from the other, Nadia inched closer and grabbed it swiftly, her skeleton fingers ripping at the seams to read the note. Rapid and blurred, Nadia still got a grasp from the long handwriting, the smell of vanilla softly disappearing from the note. Another sign, the creases in between her eyebrows quickly formed as Nadia debated. A war between heart and logic; what hurt but a little exploring, right? Plus, Principal Blackthorne always had a habit of dragging his speeches out longer than needed.

❛ let's meet up in front of the library. we need to figure out whats going on right now. ❜

A skipped heartbeat, Nadia contemplated for a moment too long before pressing send. The group would understand, hopefully, Nadia had a feeling some would rather skip the service anyways. Like the cigarette dangling from her lips, Nadia hastily found the cleanest outfit in her room. Strewn across the room, the femme formed some sort of a reasonable outfit, blurring the lines between in the boundaries of the uniform code and possibly breaking it. After spending nearly four years at the Academy, Nadia was struggling to care about it.

Fastened pace, Nadia hid between her sunglasses as she rushed to the library. The cigarette was gone from her lips and replaced with dark lipstick instead, long arms curled in front of her chest as Nadia reached the front. She was late to her own planned meeting, fuck. An apologetic smile grew on her lips as she saw Kaz waiting alone, arms furled up like hers. Nadia pushed the glasses over her nose and rested on her mop of hair.

❛ I swear it's important, ❜ Nadia explained, ❛ but missing out on his speech isn't so bad either. ❜ A sly smirk, white teeth glistening behind the red but even Nadia knew she couldn't keep the smile steady.

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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] x. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Noemi was already awake, swearing to herself over a steaming cup of coffee when the letter was sent to all of the students. She was looming over a Latin essay, blearily proofreading it.

The sound of paper sliding under her door momentarily caught her attention. She already knew what it was about - Matilda was the fifth student to disappear. Each time, they would hold a ceremony in some kind of weak attempt to respect their friends and families. Noemi barely skimmed over the passage. Thinking about those five people made her shudder, and she didn't want to dwell on it for more than she had to. Before she had a chance to consider going to the service, the teenager received a text.

lets meet up in front of the library. we need to figure out whats going on right now.

Noemi sighed, rolling her eyes at how predictable her friends were. "There goes my Latin grade."

Her text was short.

fuck.

By the time she arrived at the foot of the library, Nadia and Kaz were already talking. Noemi was already shivering in the cold, despite her many layers. She coddled her second cup of coffee like a newborn baby. Despite being somewhat of a morning person, she was practically a brick wall without caffeine. Nadia had her nicotine, she had her coffee - who would die first?

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[leviathan.]

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johnny sykes.

In hindsight, sneaking out past curfew and getting drunk in a tree was not one of Johnny’s brightest ideas, but in his defense, he was far too pretty to be expected to think critically.


He said as much to the groundskeeper who had him dangling by the foot, but the git didn’t even hear him out and instead opted to drop him unceremoniously onto the damp lawn and confiscate his vodka (the good kind, Johnny thought wistfully) before leaving his hungover ass to the mercies of the cold Leopold air.

“Fucker,” he muttered at the guy’s back, making an obscene gesture before swaying unsteadily to his feet. He winced as his head started throbbing like an open wound, and rummaged around his pockets for his phone. The cracked screen reflected the sun like knives in his eyes, but he managed to squint and make out the time. Jesus. First period should just be starting now—Black was going to have his head.

He sighed.

Better to skip than to do fucking remedial arithmancy.

Johnny was about to shove his phone back into his pockets and head back to his dorms to crash, but something wasn’t right.

He stopped in his tracks and swept a gaze round the academy commons.


There wasn’t anyone here.


Usually, there’d be students scattered across the academy grounds, even when class was in session—Leopold had its fair share of burnouts. Today, though, the lawn was eerily empty, and a heavy silence blanketed the grounds, grey and muffling.

He frowned. Something had happened, he was sure of it. His intuition rarely failed him, and the oppressive feel he was getting was just a bit too tangible to be dismissed as a part of his lingering headache.

Johnny unlocked his phone, intending to shoot a text to the gang to find out what was going on, but found that the chat was already buzzing with activity.


let's meet up in front of the library. we need to figure out whats going on right now.


Scrolling down, he huffed a laugh at Noe’s reply and thumbed a heart at Kaz’s before typing one of his own.


x johnny: coming in hot


A crack split the air and if the groundskeeper had bothered to check back, he would’ve found the courtyard completely empty.



An instant later inside a red-bricked foyer, a startled yelp interrupted hushed conversation.

Mud-lined shoes scraped against hardwood as Johnny blinked back into existence, three centimeters away from clipping into a wall, hands spread-eagled to keep his balance. He looked up shakily and flashed a sloppy smile at his friends.


“Hey gang,” he greeted as he strode towards them with an amicable tilt of his head.


“Someone mind explaining to me why Leopold is already deserted at 9 in the morning?”

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hirano

kazuki

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Kaz knew he needed to ease his nerves. He thought of Aunt Yui and her words of guidance that continued to stay with him even years later. He began breathing in and out, slowly. He counted each breath he held within him before releasing it into the air. He closed his eyes and focused on nothing else but the environment. The autumn breeze, the sound of leaves scraping against cobblestone, the creaking sign that hung overhead. Footsteps were coming closer.

Kaz opened his eyes. It was Nadia, approaching the library entrance. "Good morning," he greeted. She acknowledged him with a nod and lifted her cat-eye sunglasses from her nose to the top of her head. She looked tired.
She said with a frayed grin, "I swear it's important, but missing out on his speech isn't so bad either."
"Yeah, a little," Kaz agreed. "But I'm not looking forward to whatever punishment we might have for being tardy."

The fact that the remembrance service was taking place at all implied there was nothing else to be done, but it had only been three weeks since the disappearances. Just because the adults didn't find useful leads didn't mean anyone else couldn't. Of course, a real investigation wasn't taking place on the school grounds. No police officers, no broadcasted news, or detectives, because they couldn't afford to reveal Leopold Academy to the mundane world. Everything related to magic had to remain a secret—that was a given. There just wasn't enough effort being put forth by the teachers and staff who could do something about the situation. At least, that's what it seemed like.

Noemi joined the two of them. The smell of coffee was trailing behind her and her brows were slightly pinched. "This better be good, Nads," she sniffed. "My grades are at stake here."
Classic Noemi. She was always fixated on her studies. Kaz grinned softly. "Hi, Em."

Then a sharp, familiar clap abruptly splintered through the air and made Kaz jolt. He recognized the sound, but he was never not startled when Johnny teleported nearby. He saw his dark curls and relaxed his shoulders.
“Hey gang,” Johnny said. “Someone mind explaining to me why Leopold is already deserted at 9 in the morning?”
Kaz spoke up first, albeit quietly. "Another student has gone missing and they're holding a remembrance service in the ballroom. It...feels like the school is giving up too early."

The last two members of the Arcana—Winnie and Callum—were not yet present. He expected they'd be on their way by now. Once they got together as a whole group, they could finally start addressing questions. One rang the strongest: what was happening in Leopold Academy?

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[ShadyAce]

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[div class=row][div class=columnLeft]tags[/div] [div class=columnRight style="font-size: 9px;"] TheWaffleLord nymphadora. sophie. leviathan. [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Days were long, but nights always felt longer ― the silence forcing her to be occupied by her mind alone. She'd gotten some restless sleep, but just before sunrise had chosen to walk around instead, sneaking through the window. It wasn't against the rules if no one found her, and it wasn't harming anyone.

The stillness of the academy at such an ungodly hour merely added to the sinister vibe it already exuded. There was only ever the occasional security member ambling along, praying their shift would come to a close swiftly, for nothing ever seemed to happen at Leopold. Or at least, nothing used to happen. Students vanishing had become uncomfortably common. Winnie threw a glance over her shoulder, redirecting her path back to the dorms as she noticed the sun beginning to rise.

With a little assistance from her telekinesis, clambering back in was hardly an issue. Practice was ridiculously helpful too, considering she and her motley yet exclusive clique—the Arcana—were infamous for their inability to follow rules.

With one leg in the window and the other still dangling, the rustling of paper along worn wooden boards made everything freeze, except her heartbeat contrastingly raced, echoing violently in her ears. No other sound came and Winnie dragged the rest of herself inside, swiftly finding the note under her door. She slid her thumb under the wax seal, eye skimming the note, more interested in why people couldn't use something a little more readable than extravagant cursive.

Well, shit. Leopold Academy was renowned for many things, but giving straight answers was never one of them. This is the most straightforward she'd ever recalled them being. So, of course, she wasn't going to go. There wasn't a chance in hell—which those at Leopold were very familiar with—that Blackthorne or Blackthorne 2.0 were going to divulge any more than the letter had provided. Boring.

Then in came Nadia's text, followed by a slew of others. Winnie chose not to reply, saving a few moment to instead spend on settling her natural curls, adjusting some large hoop earrings and get ready. A satisfying smile crept on her lips as she glanced in the mirror before walking out.

Winnie worked her way through the endless halls, and couldn't help but feel deflated when there wasn't someone surprisingly around the corner. She preferred it when the halls were busy, whispered rumors and both admiring and fearful glances thrown her way. No people was no fun.

A small shortcut and opening doors with a flick of her eyes instead of her hands ensured Winnie strode in moments after Johnny had blinked over to the library's entrance. She strolled up behind him, the letter she'd stuffed in her pocket floating up and hitting him on the head, "If you knew how to read, then maybe you'd know." Following Kaz's answer, Winnie was sure her response felt like whiplash.

"So Nadia, planning on changing your name to Nancy Drew? Or maybe we should go by Mystery Inc." Just a moment later, she grinned widely, gesturing with her thumb to the curly haired boy next to her, "Johnny is definitely Scooby." [/div] [/div] [div class=bottom] [div class=line][div class=name]winnie zelenko[/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

 

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[/div] [div class=role]the emperor[/div] [div class=name]callum.[/div] [div class=nameo]callum.[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll]He’s up before the crowing of the rooster, bleary eyes glazed over as he stared off into the distance; watching the way the sun rose into the sky, signifying the start of another day. Sleep was hard to come by these days, and for Callum the days slowly started to blur together with him getting less and less sleep. It felt like he was running one long marathon, but there was no end in sight, just the long stretch of the road ahead of him, so he persisted and kept going.

Presently, his mind was running rapidly with sleep-deprived thoughts all varying topics but none of them making sense. He constantly thought of the missing student cases; how bizarre and sudden they were, and if one day Callum would be amongst them. Plucked away from his life, and forced into god knows what. It was plausible to believe he may be taken—having a well-known family is a quick way of automatically putting a target on your back, or perhaps he was overthinking, and creating nonsensical worries for himself.

Lack of sleep had a way of doing that.

Walking away from the window, Callum went back to his bed, enveloping himself in the coolness of his sheets. His eyes fluttered shut momentarily, savoring the stillness of the world and the quietness until he’d be forced to get up.

The moment lasted for awhile, until he heard the sound of paper sliding under his door and across the wooden planks of the floor, instantly piquing his interest. He rose from the bed, and plucked the envelope from the floor. Tearing it open, and discarding of the envelope, he fleetingly read the contents of the paper, before it was thrown in the trash.

Nothing in the paper, eased his mind, and if anything only caused his thoughts to worsen. Groaning, Callum dragged his hands down the sides of his face, and headed to the bathroom to start his day.

When he emerges from his room, he’s reading the text messages left in the group chat, mentioning of meeting in front of the library. Callum is weary of meeting due to the importance of the service, but finds himself heading to the library nonetheless to see the crew—finding himself the last to arrive.

Hands stuffed in his pockets, he strolled over to the group. “[div class=dialogue]I believe figuring out who we all are in the ‘Mystery Gang’ can await. We have more pressing matters to discuss, right[/div]?” His eyes flickered over to Nadia, when he finished speaking, hinting at her to speak.
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[leviathan.]

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johnny sykes.

Johnny's eyes widened at Kaz's reply. Damn. Another one, even before the buzz about Devereux died down.

"If you knew how to read, then maybe you'd know."

Then came a thwack on his head as a roll of paper struck him on the head. When Johnny flinched and turned to glare up at the offender, he found empty air. Mentally rolling his eyes, he adjusted his sightline to see Winnie right behind him, arms folded and smirking.

"Baby, you know I can't," He made eyes at her, leaning on the empty reception desk, hand propping up his face. "Why don't you read it to me, just this once?"

But Winnie didn't take the bait, coolly focusing her attention on Nadia instead.

Typical. Johnny pouted, glancing at Kaz for solace, but his eyes, as usual, were focused on someone else.

But it's fine.

He takes the short respite to gently tug the paper out of Winnie's telekinetic hold and quickly scan it, eyebrows furrowing as the words registered. Matilda Agnevine.

He frowned. That was the third second year in a row.

It was a pattern worth further consideration, but Johnny was thoroughly distracted when he heard Winnie's utterly disparaging remark about him, completely abandoning his train of thought to put a mock-offended hand to his chest.

He was Velma or bust and that was that on that, thank you very much.

But before he could make his affronted reply, the sound of footsteps resounded out in the hall. Johnny didn't even bother to look.

Hearst was here.

“I believe figuring out who we all are in the ‘Mystery Gang’ can await. We have more pressing matters to discuss, right?"

Hands in his pockets, ever the sensible one, Callum Hearst strode into the fray, eyes on Nadia as he deftly returned the conversation to the original subject at hand.

Jinkies. There was a Fred if he ever saw one.

Johnny dropped the subject though and turned his gaze on where Nads was standing, giving her a soft frown.

"Yeah, hate to agree with Mr. Debbie Downer over here, but dude has a point," Johnny drawled. "Delevingne, Beck, Monroe, Devereux, and Matilda make five disappearances on Leopold grounds." He continued, counting off each on his fingers.

He swept a narrow-eyed glance at the gang, lips pursed.

"And no one has any ideas as to who's responsible."

A pause.

"Or who's next."

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[nymphadora.]

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How many secrets can you keep?​

[div class=title]NADIA.

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the arcana.
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TheWaffleLord sophie. fantasy ShadyAce TheWaffleLord
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her dorm > the library.
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It felt strange to play leader for a moment, brown hues watching as Noemi gave a quiet scowl. Red lips pulled into a dashing smirk, reflecting the complete opposite of how Nadia was feeling on the inside. There wasn't any reason to show such vulnerability just yet, even if it's in front of friends, it was far too early in the morning. ❛ I'm sure your grades can wait for little ol' me. ❜

Soon the rest of the gang joined her in the library; a familiar place far away enough from the rest of the student body and staff. A spilt in the air and a gust of wind intertwining with her raven locks meant that Johnny had quickly arrived, followed by Winnie and her talent of multi-tasking without hands. She couldn't help but grin at the interaction, finding it amusing to say the least. Her attention returned back to Winnie, the practised grin returning once more. ❛ So we agree then, Winnie's Daphne? ❜ With the doors opening once more, allowing the cold, morning wind to rush in, Nadia's dark eyes fell upon Callum — the grin slowly fading before returning to the conversation. Her attention returned back to Winnie, the practised grin returning once more. ❛ Right, um, ❜

Nadia's voice fell as swiftly as her hands did towards her pockets, long fingers scavenging through until she found her beloved packet — pulling a long, white roll and shoving it between her lips. She wouldn't light it, just yet, but the cigarette acted as a comforter, like a blanket did for a small child. ❛ Like Sykes said, it's definitely unusual. ❜ As unusual for Leopold's standards, it was hard to define the standards when the academy had such complex expectations for a school. ❛ Each 'service' — ❜ Nadia raised her fingers to quote the latter word, ❛ feels like we're suppose to mourn and grieve. ❜

The Russian's lips purse, arms crossed as she sits down on the lower half of the desk, legs dangling childishly. ❛ Maybe it's a silly gut feeling, ❜ Nadia murmurs, fingernails tapping against the surface. ❛ But I think we have to pull a mystery gang and take matters into our own hands, especially since no one else is doing jack-shit about it. ❜

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[/div] [div class=role]the emperor[/div] [div class=name]callum.[/div] [div class=nameo]callum.[/div] [/div] [div class=body][div class=scroll] He wrinkled his nose in distaste to Johnny’s nickname — Debbie Downer? Was he really that much of a killjoy?

Hearing the list of names of students who’ve disappeared off campus grounds, made the situation the group – no, the school was in, acutely distressing. Paranoia crept at the surface of Callum’s brain, as he began to become hyper-aware of his surroundings. Eyes darted around the room, lingering at the corners of darkness within the library, wondering if within them hid another person watching the group. After all this wasn’t where they were supposed to be.

Man, he really needed to get some sleep.

His cold hand slid down his face, a stark contrast to the warmth that radiated off his face, and blinked a few times, listening intently to Nadia. “Pull a mystery gang.” Was he hearing her correctly? Callum briefly studied Nadia’s face, and confirmed his suspicions. He indeed, was hearing her correctly.

[div class=dialogue]“Suppose all that ‘mystery gang talk’ is relevant now.” He raised his hands, to imitate quotation marks. “But, are you sure becoming involved in something like this is safe? We may be way in over our heads, trying to figure out whatever is happening.”[/div] Callum kept quiet, pondering his next choice of words before continuing, [div class=dialogue]“I know it sounds like I’m disagreeing, and I’m not, because I do think it’s time for someone to step in, instead of letting the school do whatever, but I still can’t help but worry for our own safety.”[/div] He took a deep breath, and observed the faces of The Arcana.

[div class=dialogue]“This seems a lot bigger than us, and if we all agree to do this mystery gang thing, then I’m almost sure there will be no backing out if things go bad. The moment we get involved, we have to be prepared for anything.”[/div] It almost sounded as if he was giving them a speech to prepare for war, but in a way this could be some type of war. There was just so much unknown, and Callum just wanted to ensure they knew the risks and that this was no silly school project.[/div][/div]

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Winnie walked into the library shortly after Johnny asked his question, and she retorted with a sharp quip that was hard to match. The sealed letter floated out of her pocket, whizzed around to Johnny, and smacked him on the head. Kaz held back a chuckle, but his wavering grin was a telling tale. He stole a glance at Noemi. Her bobbed hair framed her rosy cheeks just as gracefully as it always had. How did she remain so beautiful even with weary eyes? His gaze almost lingered a second too long; as she shifted, his heart flipped and he quickly looked away. Kaz was thankful for Winnie's voice cutting in.

"So Nadia, planning on changing your name to Nancy Drew? Or maybe we should go by Mystery Inc." Winnie then pointed her thumb in Johnny's direction. "Johnny is definitely Scooby."
Kaz tilted his head, briefly wondering where he'd fit into that cartoon picture. He looked bemused when he realized, Wait, but there's five of them and six of us. So who—
Callum entered the library. “I believe figuring out who we all are in the ‘Mystery Gang’ can await. We have more pressing matters to discuss, right?”

"Yeah, hate to agree with Mr. Debbie Downer over here, but dude has a point," Johnny noted. "Delevingne, Beck, Monroe, Devereux, and Matilda make five disappearances on Leopold grounds. And no one has any ideas as to who's responsible...or who's next." At that, Kaz shivered.
"Right, um, like Sykes said, it's definitely unusual."

Their attention turned to Nadia. She put a cigarette between her lips without lighting it and carried the grim conversation forward. Kaz listened as everyone spoke back and forth, and he was quiet as per usual, but there was a queasy feeling that lingered in his gut. He was by no means brave. Not like his friends. The sight of blood made him nauseous and slasher films easily rattled him. How could Kaz, of all people, set out on an investigation if he wasn't prepared to see something that could scar him for life?

He balled his hands into fists and swallowed hard. If the faculty didn't do anything, surely no one else would. Not knowing was arguably worse than the fear of discovering an ugly truth. He looked across the group with an expression that could only be described as solemn.
"I can't say that I'm not afraid of doing this, but...something has to be done." He paused, then against his better judgment, asked everyone, "Where do we start?"

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