Toshiko smirked. "Sarcastic. I like it." She chuckled, and gave
them a few condescending pats on the head. "Well, nighty night,
nightmare-child! Sweet dreams." She gripped onto their desk and
dragged it closer to hers. "I'll be right here, if you need
anything~"
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Deena looked behind them, and they felt their body growing
cold. No, not because of the sewer. There was what looked to be a
Palisman- they could barely make it out but- YIKES!! It better not
have seen them! They quickened their pace. Maybe they could defeat
the Palisman? Deena wasn’t sure… Would it be easier to run away, or
to fight? This was getting to be a most difficult escape…
Maylee’s POV
If anyone were in the hallways at that time, they would’ve
seen a rather exhausted, unconscious, underweight pink-haired
witchlet being wheeled into the Nurse’s Office. May was completely
unaware of this, of course, a given that she was this unconscious
figure. Her mouth was frozen in a small, tired, open gasp. Her
fingers were limp, but not cold: she wasn’t dead, of course.
Fortunately. But when she learned what was going to happen, she
would rather she was dead.
Clarke’s POV
Clarke bolted after the Emperor’s Coven captain. Whoa- what
were they doing? Whatever this was, it was probably a lot more
exciting than school! But- being someone who hadn’t received his
Palisman yet, and someone who knew only Illusions, he was having
trouble keeping up. “H-HEY!” he shouted. “What’s… -huff- going
on?”
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"Eh, either works. Still cute, though." Toshiko shrugged, still
grinning. "So hey, what's your deal? I'm Toshiko." She held out her
hand for a handshake.
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Dawn hissed because she was a cat Palisman and cats hiss, before
bolting after the coven rule breaker. Cats were better made for
running in sewers than anyone ever wanted to know due to their big
eyes to see in the dark and such.
Unknown to even her own Palisman, Nymphia entered the sewers, a
place she never expected herself to go. Without her Palisman she
wouldn't be able to catch up, unless she used a spell. Maybe she
could even cast it on Dawn once she catched up? Casting a spell
circle, Nymphia started running through the sewers, her speed
increased by the spell she cast.
Toshiko's mouth opened in an o. "Awake, are we? Well, I didn't see
that coming." She gave him a confident smile and a little wave. "Of
course, cutest. I always voice out loud what I'm thinking and I'd
never hold back on someone like you." She giggled a little.
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Toshiko giggled a bit. "Awww, are you blushing?" She cocked her
head to the side, teasingly. "Well, I gotta say, I'm on the verge
of it myself! You're so darn cute, it otta be illegal~"
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Toshiko laughed and spun around on her chair to face Kyli. "As you
can see, my future girlfriend there is enjoying some m&ms~ So
what do you say we catch up, get to know one another in the
meantime?"
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"I think she's having a gay panic. I can relate. Anyways, okay. I
guess if we're just diving into the icebreakers, what's your sob
story? Mine is being homeless cuz I was kicked out after coming out
as bi and trans."
She grimaced. "Yeesh, sorry, girl. That sucks." Toshiko seemed to
think for a minute. "I guess I don't really have one. I mean, if
you heard of my life, you'd say it was really crappy, but to be
honest, it's never been that unbearable. Just the usual
things." Toshiko shrugged a little. "Foster homes, annoying
parents. Nothing to write home over."
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"Guy, actually. Anways, same here. Being homeless isn't actually
that bad. No rules, no siblings, no judgemental parents, and
dumpster food is surprisingly delectable if you know where to
look."