There were few things that Teddy prided herself on; she was too young to have discovered too many of them. Her abilities to process language topped the list, as well as her tendency to remain calm and even in tense situations - usually ones she'd caused with her callousness. Even the administration building being attacked could have prepared her for her suite to seemingly explode around her.

The shapeshifter's ears were ringing, legs pinned by rubble that no amount of supernatural strength could budge alone. Not when fear had gripped her heart and had her panicking. Just when she'd started to make the island feel like home, everything had gone up in a burst of flame and shrapnel. One thing in particular echoed in her thoughts - she had to get out of here before everything began to collapse even further.

"Somebody help! Please! I can't do this alone!"

Location: The Clinic

The fallen angel heaved a sigh as he leaned against the spear that he had formed from his Rod of Punishment.  Given the nature of everything that was happening, Uriel had decided to forgo his usual linen clothing for his heavenly raiment, armor, wings and all.  Thankfully he didn't need to sleep or he would be exhausted.  He let his gaze drift over all of the people that were sheltering in the clinic, idly wondering what was going to happen next.  Of course, that's when the power went out in the clinic.  "Oh are you fucking kidding me," he growled.  Straightening up with another sigh, Uriel focused his ability to create light on the tip of his spear, allowing it to glow softly.  "At least we have some light," he commented offhandedly to the person next to him.

@the-institute-starters

No, no, no, no, no.  It was the predominant thought in her mind as soon as she realized that an errant spell had hit her once again.  But this one was particularly dangerous, terrifying.  Telling her professor precisely how she felt about certain experimental methods he was incorporating was the first hint that something was awry.  Telling the Starby’s barista just how hot she was was the next hint.  Essentially vomiting out her feelings about her dead mother at a passing stranger?  No, no, no, no, no.  The slave tested her theory by trying to say the sky was green, but the words refused to leave her mouth.

Rowan wasn’t in the habit of lying.  Maybe playing off how she was really feeling behind humor and a certain ‘laissez faire’ attitude could be considered lying by omission but that wasn’t really lying ... right?  All she had to do was avoid the people she hid her feelings from and she’d be safe.  Easier said than done as an unclaimed slave who had to return to the cells after her free hour was over.  And that was the last place she felt safe from the spell on the entire island.

The human tried to make herself as small as possible on her bunk, arms wrapping around her shins as she prayed certain people would not be around tonight.  Of course, she had no such luck.  Haunted eyes met Uriel’s, grinding her teeth to try to avoid the spell’s magic.  “Master,” slipped out from a clenched jaw, mouth so tight she felt painful.

“I’d be lying if I said no.  The idea of a life without him in it feels ... wrong, after everything we’ve been through.  But between his fear of love and mine of rejection.  I don’t know.”

@urielscorruption

To: @urielscorruption​