Peyton's laughter echoed through the trees from behind Darcy. His head was lowered, shaking slightly from his laughter, and his hands were clasped together in front of his stomach. He shook his head as he raised it, his eyes watering from laughing, yet there was no hint of humor in them. Just as soon as his laughter began, it ceased, and he looked at the Dream Lord, "You really aren't as smart as you want us to think you are, are you? I'd say that's a huge weakness," he scoffed again, coughing as he held back more laughter. "You really are something else. Yet you don't hold the power you think you do. Actually," he stepped up next to Darcy, his elbow resting on her shoulder easily, seeing as he was taller than her, "if you think about it, you're actually a pretty idiotic weakling. If you knew us at all, you wouldn't be using such a tactic. So, do you really know us? Our desires? Our fears? I think not. I think that you think you know. With no blood, comes no blood flow to the brain. Perhaps that is why you are so," he paused, looking contemplative, "What's the name for it? Oh, how about ignorant? Stupid? Brainless? Dim-wiited? Insane? Moronic? Oh, there are so many words to describe you, but none of them are positive..." he looked over at Darcy, the corner of his lips pulled up nonchalantly. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Darcy turned to Peyton, eyes glowing in anger. "Don't. I'm telling you, don't." She hissed through gritted teeth.

The Dream Lord raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Oh, poor little Peyton, so scared, but too thick to admit it. Maybe you want me to raise the stakes." She said and clicked her fingers. A fire had started. A roaring flame, of purple, which had tendrils and arms that reached out to the group. She clicked her fingers again and they disappeared. "Oh, little baby Peyton. If you anger me, the whole group will pay I'm afraid. I am the Dream Lord. I have no need for your inferior babble. But I'm sure Darcy will tell you. Won't you, ickle Darcy?"

Darcy had jumped back, away from the flames. She approached the Dream Lord. "Look, I don't care what it is you want. Leave us now. You got what you wanted-" But she was cut off.

"Oh, no I haven't, love. I want you to choose. And, just warn your little idiots you call friends not to mock me. Because I could kill them all, far too easily. So if they value each others' lives, they should shut up and follow the rules of my game." The Dream Lord now approached Peyton. "Such a strong exterior, but still such a child inside. Tell me, how are your parents doing? Do they even remember you? It's not hard to tell. Dream Lord. It's kind of in the name. Now, listen well, my friends, the danger in this world is approaching. And, I am slightly worried that you are wasting your own time. I mean, back in the other reality, you might be dying now. No time to waste, tweet tweet!" And she vanished with a mocking little wave.

After she had left, Darcy rounded on Peyton. "You idiot! First rule in combat, take every enemy seriously! You could've gotten us killed with your arrogance!" She shouted at him. She pointed at him accusingly, eyes glinting darkly. "I don't care who or what you are at the minute, but the moment you risk other peoples' lives, you make yourself my enemy! Because now, there isn't a force in this Universe that can stop me! Next time, Peyton, don't you dare risk these peoples' lives, because, if you do I swear to every religion in that sky, you will regret it dearly. Now come on!" She said angrily, turning on her heel, making her way to the edges of the forest to get out.

Myrr had given the conversation her back as soon as the dream lord appeared to be there... To be honest, she was scared of that... Thing. It was the first entity, if it was that is, that Myrr obviously couldn't see. She could only hear the dream lord, but to Myrr that wasn't enough. She couldn't see the aura, not the appearance, not feel... Only the soundwaves coming from an unexistant throat. Myrr wrapped her arms around her stomache, biting her lip. Isn't there magic for this somehow? Oh how she wanted to play the flute and make evryone sleep, just to give herself a moment alone. She shut her eyes tightly, glad she wasn't the enter of the attention. She took a couple of deep breaths, turning to them again as soon as the dream lord was away, but kept walking towards where the academy should be.

''Yes.. Darcy's right, let's go. But peyton's right too, either way, we shouldn't have our vision clouded by fear, that way we won't tell the difference for sure. And another thing... Darcy, you keep telling us how she hates you... But she uses the same words as you do... You don't happen to be related?'' The elvin asked, knowing this was quite the insinuation.

Megumi kept helding holding her stoamche, looking at the dream lord, at darcy, and at Peyton again. She sighed warily, walking towards Seraphin, holding a bit off his sleeve, looking at him slightly feared, but a smile on her face.
''Whatever happens, we'll be together. The three of us.'' she innocently smiled, searching for a bit of comfort.

Peyton looked at Myrr, his eyelashes casting shadows over his cheeks as he looked down. She looked frightened, her arms across her stomach, and the expression on her face. He could tell just by the look in her void eyes, and the way her lips were tugged down at the corners. Stepping in beside her once more, he fought to regain himself, his jaw tweaking as his teeth ground together. He reached out to her slowly, his fingers brushing against the nape of her neck, his thumb weaving into her hair comfortingly. Usually when he was angry, she was the one to comfort him, but he knew that right now she was the one who needed the comforting.

Pride reared in his chest as Myrr made that small remark. It was small, but to Darcy he knew it'd be large. He also knew that Myrr might not have said it to stick up for Peyton, but in a way he hoped that she did. He hoped that she was defending him, like he would for her. He like that somebody thought he had a logical point. That he wasn't alone in this.

"Don't bother, Myrr. Darcy doesn't like discussions that don't go her way. She doesn't like anything that doesn't go her way. She thinks-" Peyton stopped, feeling immature. So, instead of continuing, Peyton bit on his own teeth, his jaw ticking with his anger that threatened to rear again.

Darcy's eyes widened and she stopped. "Alright then. If you do not need me, I shall leave you. I am only a hassle after all. And, by the way, fear keeps you on your toes, and quick. Anyone who is scared is being an idiot. If any of you wish to find me, don't bother. I am not needed, apparently. So, Peyton, lets see you deal with an inter-galatic sized danger of which you have no clue. And try not to get any of my friends hurt. Because, right now, in my eyes, you're the enemy." She said coldly, further behind from the group. "You're endangering Megumi's, Myrr's and Seraphin's lives. That makes you the threat. But carry on as you were, get yourself killed. You may never wake up again."
She turned to walk back in the direction where her Tardis was.

"Darcy, don't!" Seraphin called, exasperated. He felt what everyone was feeling, and he could tell that she was needed. He wrapped an arm around Megumi's shoulder, and kissed her head. "Darcy, we need you." He protested.

The Time Lady turned round. "I don't see it. If I am not trusted, I cannot help. It is that simple. I draw a line. No fighting, no violence, not while I'm around. And if someone's stupidity could cause deaths and injuries, then they will regret it. I will only continue with you if you promise me to do as I say. Because, Peyton, one more slip like that and then we're all history." She folded her arms, and considered them coolly. "My planet burned. Tell what I have done to deserve suspiscion and rudeness. Tell me, because I need to know." She spoke quietly, but it seemed more scary than when she shouted. She seemed to not have heard Myrr's question. "This ends, right here, right now. Either you get a grip over your ego and your arrogance, or you will have to fend for yourself. I can only tell you that Seraphin and Megumi will come with me. Myrr can if she wants, because I'm not endangering anyone's life today."

Myrr sighed, tired of everything. And everyone. Of this powerbattle between those two... Of this. all.
She shivered slightly at the touch, but gave Peyton a weak smile anyway, yet she kept holding herself.
''GUYS. Stick together, search ofr the danger together, and conquer it. Together. I don't want you two to have a fight after all of this, may this be reality, or the academy. I'm sure we will remember this, and that won't do us good. Just don't fight, just don't make anyone choose... Just don't make teams of who goes with who... I don't want that.... I dont want that later, now, in my history.... I don't... I like you all, I don't want you all to be battling... Peyton, Darcy, Seraphin, Megumi... Just leave out pride, just think, just... Don't think of yourself as high and mighty... Right now, it doesn't bother... Right now we're stuck in a place with a danger that threatens us, with a sadistic person that likes torturing darcy... And fights?! Don't we have enough, don't you guys have enough...?'' The elvin said, tiliting her head, oh how.... Emotional she felt, it was just so so many. She turned to Peyton, a weak and pained smile on her face.
''For this once... Let it go, we'll give them a speech later, be bossy later... But right now... No underestimating enemies, no doubting Darcy... Not untill we have a valid reason of doing so.'' she whispered, turning to Darcy.
''Same counts for you, can you two handle that...? Just share ideas, and don't... Immediately deem them as useless, or the person sharing them... No overrational actions anymore... We're a team now, understood?'' the elvin asked, straightening her stance, wondering why she said so many, and why her head was still spinning.
''So dizzy...''

Peyton looked at Myrr at her last words, and worry struck in his stomach, leaving behind a sickening throb. What was wrong? Was it an emotional, or physical thing that was making her dizzy? He wanted to just pick her up, and carry her for the rest of the time. He could do it, he works out daily, and he has more than enough muscles to carry Myrr. She wasn't heavy at all. In fact, she was very petite next to him. Though, she wouldn't want him to do that. Actually, at the moment, she was acting as if she didn't want to be touched by him at all. Why, though? They were always touchy feely like that. So, why all of a sudden did she not want him touching her? Not really knowing how to help, her just let his hand drop from her neck, and offered her a sympathetic look. He was willing to drop it all if it meant that much to Myrr. Hell, he'd apologize even. Though, he was only going to do that if Myrr started crying or something. For now, he would settle with simply dropping it.

"Myrr is right. Let's drop our pride and mightiness, and all be equal. Though, I think that means you should be an equal too, Darcy. You may know more, but that doesn't make us inferior."

Quetzalcoatl finished laying out the structure for the concealed portion of the bunker. The self-assembling Assemblers and Synthesizers had finished assembling, leaving no more puddles on the floor, and had started breaking down the wall where the bunker door would go.

It was then he heard a bird song. It was loud and seemed to be lacking the bird to originate such a call. Quetzalcoatl then felt sudden wave of weariness, followed by darkness.

[And away we go.

The bird song indicates a reality shift once in the dream realities. It's also used here to propel the people not dreaming into a dream.

The dream reality you will wake up in is like this: the place is the Academy, but it's 5 years in the future. The other students from the cafeteria are present in possible future versions of themselves, except for Embeth and Quetzalcoatl; Embeth and Quetzalcoatl disappeared independently years previously. Since this is meant to show a possible future, everyone will have memories of the previous 5 years.]

Darcy raised her eyebrows. "No. Can you just try and put yourself into my shoes? Just for one second? Not you, Seraphin, I know you know. Just try. I've got no home, no future. I'm the last of my kind. And now someone's telling me I can't be who I am? Maybe with this face I am all high and mighty. I'm afraid you're going to have to deal with it for now. Not because I like ordering people around, but because, all these years it has kept me alive. But you know what? You can't understand. That's the whole point. All of you, you have lives before you, you can choose any path you like." She said, and shook her head in disbelief.

Seraphin tutted softly. "No matter. Off we pop. We need to get to shelter. I don't want any of us to be outside when the danger starts." He said darkly. He turned to Megumi, love in his eyes. "We will. And if this is the dream, then you can rest assured I will make sure that you don't get harmed even a little bit." He whispered softly in her ear.

Darcy looked glum, but walked with them. "Seraphin is right. We need to get there. Problem is, I've parked the Tardis quite far away. Every time we'd need equipment I'd have to dash there and back. No worry. Should be fine." She said, more to herself.

Megumi stared at the ground, wishing her gaze would just destroy it or something. If this is the dream...? Her face tuerned awfully pale, when the thought struck her... If this is the dream, it would be the nightmare, for her baby wouldn't be real... Then her little treasure, her own little blessing, wouldn't real...
''Just don't get yourself harmed either my love, cause that would deal more damage than that dream lord could do...'' she whispered, her eyelashes covering her feared eyes. She shook her head stubbornly, the valkyrie had to stad strong. She'd come out of this wíth everyone, not with even one person missing, théy'd come out of this.

Myrr turned to look at darcy with those void eyes she had long locked away, an apologising nothing meaning smile on her face.
''We can't Darcy, we dón't understand, it would be naïve to say so. You should know of all people how fake it is when people say that, how far they are off when they say they understand, when they say they know.'' The woman said, closing her eyes along the way, turning to gaze at their destination.
''It shouldn't be far off now.'' Myrr said, now looking at Peyton, her lips forming a 'thank you', a broad smile afterwards. She probably would tell him later why she was so... sensitive during all this if there is a later.

Darcy took a deep breath. "Then don't try to tell me who to be. My experience makes me high and mighty. And after the things I've done, I think I deserve to be. Last of the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm." But she walked on, sick to death of this situation. The Dream Lord tormented her, she wasn't taken seriously, and then the Ood's warning went through her head. 'Your song is ending.' It had said. And Darcy knew what this meant. And it frightened her so much that her muscles tensed up.

Seraphin could feel Megumi's fear, and her pain. "Oh, sweetheart." He whispered and stopped to embrace her properly. "Oh, Megumi. I am sorry. But, I wish I could do something. The Dream Lord doesn't seem to care. And that angers me. Don't worry. I won't die. I promise." He whispered and smiled reassuringly.

Darcy was the first to get out of the forest. The familiar buildings made her feel strange. She trotted to the canteen, beckoning the others to follow her.

Myrr felt like smashing her head against the bark of a tree for all she cared... But she wouldn't, she let them go, and now it's just a case of noticing who and what.
''I don't. I ask of you to adjust a little, to not make people feel like it's all going to be okay because you are calling yourself the only one to solve this. You're not thé only solution to this. We all are able to notice something that doesn't belong here. If that happens to be you who found out, fine. But not because you're the 'oncoming storm'. And not because you are the last of your kind. That the dream lord happens to hate you, is just the cause of this. Not the solution. Wé need to find out the solution. And if you feel like you are the only one to talk to the dream lord, so be it. You seem to speak each other's language just fine to me.'' the elf sweetly smiled, closing her eyes rubbing her temples a bit against the headache and dizzyness, meanwhile through the whole speech feeling that the time lord barely changed at all. Still stubborn, still... Hard-headed. Still a brick asking for a bit of understanding she knows she can't get.

Megumi felt rather relieved... But it still didt take away her worry completely. She bit her lip, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of a bit of protection. Gosh, she was really attention-asking wasn't she? The valkyrie blew up her cheeks childishly, but let the air out rather relaxed... It's not bad once in a while. ''Lets go, else we'll walk behind...'' she smiled, looking up at him, giving him a peck on the cheek as far as her stomache allowed her to.
''Thanks a lot, dear dear husband of mine''

Darcy laughed coldly. "Happens to hate me? Happens to hate me? She is doing this to do me in! And telling me to adjust? Oh, my. That might just condemn me to death. I am still stubborn, alive and kicking because I am the way I am. But that is it. I am the last of my kind. I used to have so much mercy. But now, one warning. That's all. And, anyway, in. Please?" She said, waving them over. She saw Myrr rub her temples, and she looked at the elf. "What is it?" She said suddenly, running over to her. "May I see?" She asked, holding out a hand to the elf's temples. "I may be able to ease the pain." She said softly.

Seraphin smiled and they walked slowly, following them. He felt Darcy's fear and feeling of misunderstanding, and the scale of it made him terribly sad. He could comprehend her pain, could feel it every second he was close to her. That was why he had moved to the countryside. Firstly, Megumi loved it there, and secondly, he found it irritating being and antennae for everyone's emotion. Megumi's pregnancy was eventful for him. He was with her in every craving, every emotional highs and lows.

((Shall we stop there so that Anna can catch up? ))

Fiore was starting to feel a little dizzy as she stood at the door. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed onto the floor. The darkness consumed her.

Fiore groaned as she 'awoke' she rolled over to her side and slowly pushed herself up. Her body felt somewhat light. She sat on the cold ground and scratched her head. "What the hell?!" She felt her hair, it was gone! Or atleast most of it was was. She ran to the nearby window and saw her reflection. Her hair was cut into a bob. Almost like the women from the 1950's. Her heair was still disgustingly green. Her face had matured a bit. It no longer had that childish roundness. She looked and felt like a woman. Fiore stood there wondering what was going until multiple visions flashed before her. It was of the past five years. Fiore rolled her and turend to go back to her room. The old and new students were buzzing around creating unneeded noise. She would have usually cussed them by now but Fiore just pushed through them and headed back to her room. In the five years she has been FIore did a drastic change. She was from nervous little plant girl to a stone cold witch. Once her powers had fully set in her attitude made a change for the worse.

Embeth was already tired and didn't hear anything before she slipped into sleep.

She opened her eyes and found herself laying on grass. How long had she been asleep? Am I here? She wondered. Her rigorous training had finally prepared her for her mission. She harbored no sentiment towards her target, who she had met briefly before she had been taken. She got to her feet, brushing off her somber, old-fashioned, black dress that she preferred. The view of the Academy hadn't changed since the day she had arrived. She remembered the feeling of her confusion and fear, not knowing her own powers. Now she returned more powerful and in control, but she was on a mission. She had a guise to maintain. Fortunately, it wouldn't be difficult as she still didn't particularly enjoy talking.

She wondered when "Tesla" would arrive. She knew he would be in a different guise as she learned he could take on different forms as he chose. She also knew his real name was "Quetzalcoatl" but she preferred to call him by the name she had given him when she first met him. She missed his presence just a little as she had grown used to it since he began her training after she had been taken.

He had kept her young, but how old she really was she didn't know. She would be less suspicious as a child and her targets would assume her powers would be dormant or uncontrolled. For this mission, remaining at the age of her "kidnapping" would make things all the more interesting and no one would mistake her for someone else.

She took a step towards the school to find some of her old "friends."

[For Embeth's dress only smaller for her 10 year-old body ^^; ]

Aurora was just about to say something when she passed out.

Opening her eyes Aurora found herself laying in her old bed at the Academy. "Wha...?" Rolling over she stood up and looked around wondering what had happened when visions of the last five years whipped through her mind. Groaning Aurora walked over to the mirror on the wall and looked at herself. She still looked the same, vines and other plants twining through her long wavy hair. The only thing that you could see that was different were her eyes, which seemed to have gotten even brighter and she looked more mature. Opening her mind Aurora didn't get a headache from all the thoughts that ran into her mind, no she felt a rush of power. In the last five years she had grown a lot. Now she was a very powerful mind reader and her control over things had also strenghtened. Remembering the last five years Aurora smiled. She wasn't the same person from when she first came here. When she left the Academy she had gone home and turned her people's world upside down. She had finally realized her destiny and she acted quickly. Now they listened to her and a few others she selected to take over when she left their homeland.

Quetzalcoatl was wandering the grounds when he noticed the blue Police Box on the front lawn. So Darcy's arrived. Embeth should be here soon, if she isn't already, not that she will recognize me.

To prevent any associations, Quetzalcoatl and Embeth had not only arrived a few days apart, but Quetzalcoatl had assumed a different form and had come under the pretense of having Telepathy and Accelerated Regeneration. He now appeared as a 12-year old adolescent human female who always wore a necklace. He had smuggled in his Synthesizers and Assemblers if they were required, but he hoped they wouldn't be. Since this was a full mission, he had control of his shapeshifting abilities and the necklace granted the wearer both Telekinesis and Energy Manipulation; also formed into the skull was a BMI allowing him to remotely control some electronic devices.

[The BMI is completely encased inside the skull cavity. It's external to the brain but still internal to the skull.]

Despite all the capablities he could now wield, he was a Second on this assignment. The First would arrive soon to sow discord and confusion before attempting to kill Darcy; should the First fail, it fell to Quetzalcoatl and Embeth to make sure Darcy was killed. The First thought it was alone on this assignment, so complications may arise but Quetzalcoatl hoped that didn't happen.

Quetzalcoatl walked toward the front gate where Embeth was to arrive. Planeshifting was inherently an imprecise mode of travel, so it be a little while before she arrived. As he got closer to the gate, he could see she was here, but couldn't have arrived to long ago. And sometimes it works the way it's meant to. Hopefully the rest of the mission goes the same way.

Quetzalcoatl decided not to indicate to Embeth this form was himself. It's a test of sorts. She's more than intelligent enough, and not always are things as they appear. He walked up the gate, pulled it open some, and said to Embeth "Hi, my name's Ashley Thorne. Can I help you?"

A smile pulled at Peyton's lips as Myrr spoke to Darcy. Turning his head nonchalantly, he hid the facial expression. He didn't want to upset Darcy and have her throw another temper tantrum. Everyone else was freaking out, and losing her would mean losing some of their sanity. He preferred to put up with her "superiority" until this was all over. He didn't really know why this was bothering him so much anyways. Isn't this how Darcy was all the time? So why now does it upset him more?

Myrr probably meant for her words to come across kind, and motherly. After all, she was trying to help. Though, sometimes her words came across different than that. They didn't sound as kind as she meant them to be. Well, he was assuming they were supposed to be nice. It wasn't like Myrr to be mean others. He'd rarely seen her be negative. Even right now, rather than complaining, she was trying to get everyone on the right track. She's so motherly...

Quietly, he stepped into the big...device thing, looking over at Myrr nervously, "Myrr?" Worry was dripping from his voice.

{{Sorry it's a short post. My boyfriend wants me off. lol}}

((ah, I look at Pip's post now and Darcy says in, does she mean the canteen or her police call boxy? I'll edit this post, so no worries... Oh ok, canteen it is.))
Myrr her eyes widened, all the attention..? She waved her hands around in front of her eyes, laughing awkwardly in a no need way, laughing a bit nervously.
''No, no need Darcy. Thanks for the offer though, that's very kind of you. It just feels like there are stuff entering my head... Stuff that aren't supposed to be there. I feel like I'm neglecting those things, and yet it feels like I'm giving in too... It's odd. And giving me a headache. It's nothing I can't bare though.'' she whispered, feeling rather selfish. Gosh, just now she was acting all mean against darcy too... She wanted to say it more kind, but it came out nasty. And now everyone is worrying. Which is exactly the opposite of what she wanted... What Myrr wanted, she's really getting selfish isn't she? She pursed her lips a bit, thinking about all the things the others want... Darcy is of course feeling responsible, or at least that's the understandable part. Peyton wants to save his students like she herself does. But she doesn't matter. Megumi and Seraphin, they want to live on together, obviously. They want each other to be save, and the child too if possible. Okay, Myrr would work her way towards those feelings.
Her eyes widened once again, her name being called out.
''Is there something wrong Peyton...?'' she asked sweetly, tilting her head a bit, her ears bouncing a bit.

Peyton's cheeks flushed at the facial expression Myrr was giving him, and tilted his head down nonchalantly, fixing the hem of his pants, clearing his throat, "No. Not at all. I thought something was wrong with you."

He didn't like this kind of attention in front of his students. He felt awkward, and weaker. Like because she thought something was wrong, then the rest of the students would think he had a weakness or something like that. He wanted to have a better reputation than that. It was his duty to be the perfect one. Well, nobody can be perfect, obviously. However, Elites are supposed to strive for that. They're an extinct species. Except for the ones at this academy, of course. Hey, maybe that's a way he can sympathize with Darcy. She's not alone in being the last of her kind. There are no Elites left either. Though, he does have those from the school. So, perhaps it isn't best to bring it up.

Either way, right now, the spotlight should be on somebody else, "Is there anything we can do to help with your.." he paused, looking for a word, "problem?"

Darcy rolled her eyes. "I can see what it is and remove or easen the cause. The more you make a deal of it, the more you'll embarrass yourself. Go on." She said patiently, waving softly with her outstretched hands. "No need to have you lagging behind because of a headache. Trust me, I'd now. Stop being so proud. Let yourself be helped, because, right now, that is extremely important. So, I may be able to get rid of it. I don't doubt that it's the amount of memories in our head. The Dream Lord has really done her homework." She smiled sadly at Peyton. "Why don't you go on ahead. I need to just run to the TARDIS and get something." She patted Myrr on the shoulder, and made her way across the lawn. She saw two girls at the gate, and her brain warned her slightly. But it wasn't sure what about and just continued spouting ideas as to how they would beat this.

Seraphin didn't feel well when he saw Darcy leave. He didn't like thinking it, but he was frightened that she wouldn't come back, and they'd be all alone. He shuddered softly and guided Megumi into the empty canteen. Every few seconds he looked to the door, hoping Darcy would return. He was nervous, and her absence made him extremely edgy.

((Sorry for the short post. D: ))

Myrr felt like yawning straight in darcy her face... The first rule of leadership is : Don't ask of the people trusting to do things you yourself can't. She sighed, brushing a hand through her hair, to just discover it was in a braid... Or great, rats to be brushed later.
''Thanks for your caring... Both. But as I said, it's nothing I can handle. And I'm sorry Peyton, I was dozing of and the idea that there was something wrong with me seemed inferior to the worry that I heard in your voice.'' she said, a kind smile on her face, her hands still behind her back. She closed her eyes, entering the canteen and the familiar memories with it.

The woman 'looked' at the Time Lady leaving, pursing her lips to the side. Was she embarrassing herself? Was she being too proud? Ugh, just making a reslolve on helping people yet she was now already acting arrogant and selfish!
The woman went to get a glass with water, maybe she would be able to think clearly for a moment. Did she told her students in this future that she was blind... The elvin had promised to always tell them sooner or later, it didn't make sense these students didn't know. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she took a seat at a random stool.

A corner of Peyton's lips pulled down as he wondered why Darcy gave him that sad smile. Did it have anything to do with what she had just said? Something about his memories, or dreams? What did she know about him? And how did she know? He wasn't comfortable at all with a student knowing intimate things about him. It made his stomach knot up like a tangled web, and twist uncomfortably.

Deciding not to spend too much time worrying over it, he turned to Myrr. He could just ask her later, anyways. Would she tell the truth, though? Even if she knew he wouldn't like it?

"Myrr, I appreciate your concern for me. However, I am fine. So, under such circumstances, it is you that deserves being worried over," he made his way over to the stool, standing behind her, his fingers pushing into her shoulders, and rubbing towards her neck, sweeping her braid out of the way. He gradually worked at her muscles. It wasn't a full out massage, but hey, it's better than nothing.

{{Sorry it's so short. I don't feel good. I think the humidity here is making me sick...}}

Myrr closed her eyes, taking a sip from the glass with water. She swallowed slowly, her bare feet tapping soundlessly on the ground, feeling Peyton make his way over to her. This time though, it was expected, and at his touch she almost immediately relaxed. But her resolve of a few seconds ago was still nagging at her, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad that she can't even manage two minutes before getting attention... And the fact she was enjoying this didn't make her more sure. But it sure felt good.
''I don't think I deserve worry right now Peyton... But this sure feels nice right now. Remember me to do you a nice favor when we get out of here.'' she sighed, shifting a bit, biting at her lip contendly with a smile.
Luckily she wasn't as dizzy as before, being dizzy when blind is weird... You would just see the aura's twirling, like if you're in a weird dream... It feels very unsettled and disorientating.
((mine's even worse ^^; I hope you feel better though ))

{{Lol. A blind dizzy person would be like a light headed druggie}}

Peyton frowned ever so slightly, his thumb moving into her hair, stroking the top of her neck softly, "Don't say you aren't worthy of the worry. Everyone deserves some care. It's a primal instinct to crave such a thing. In fact, I think you are one of the most deserving here," he added that last sentence in her ear, not whispering to avoid hurting her ears, but still quiet enough so the others wouldn't hear it.

"I will definitely remind you when we get out of here. When we do," he put emphasis on 'when' so that she would know that he was confident that they would all make it out of this alive.

{{Ack. That was a terrible post. My boyfriend is playing yu gi oh with his little brother and his little brother's friends....this is so boring. I tried it, but they all kicked my ass. Pissed me off. lol. Even my boyfriend decimated me.}}