.* Caia Grey *.
Caia's head jerked up, her eyes sparkling in confusion. "They're gone." She whipsered, trying to understand the meaning of it. It wasn't like they disappeared among the human signatures that infested the school, because if it was that, she would have lost them gradually. Instead it was sudden, like they fell through a hole in the earth. They had completely fell off the radar. "Idon't understand..." she mumbled, turning off her senses now that she had no way of tracking them. "How could they just disappear like that? They'd have to submerge themselves underground, or.." Caia trailed off as the thought sparked an idea.
"Tunnels?" Caia said half to herself, and even as the word came out of her mouth it sounded completely ludicrous. "That's impossible. They wouldn't know how to get there, nevermind how to open the door. It's impossible..."
.* I want to protect, so I will dirty my hands for you *.
.* Hakan Lure *.
Hakan sat as he waited and waited for the ghost of Lucinda Chance to finish her recovery, rolling a glowing blue marble in the palm of his hand. He stared directly in front of him, his face lacking any expression, and silently just... waited. He had been given an opportunity that would probably never appear again, at least in the near future. The Lure clan had missed, vaguely, the presence of their puppet and the destruction it brought in its wake. The return of Solitude would certainly mark the beginning of new massacres, new chaos, and more ruin to the human and angelic races. That thought pleased the Lure elders greatly.
Hakan himself didn't care what will happen. He didn't care muh about anything, since he never found something worthy enough to care about. He had been ordered months ago to find a way to successfully activate Trinity's curses, specifically the one that would allow her to be controlled, and any task given to him always succeeded. That was the way things were, and the very reason the Lure elders chose him to carry it out. They found his apathy trustworthy.
At the sign of movement, Hakan shifted his gaze and watched Lucinda from the corner of his eye as she stood and began to speak to him. He stared up at her silently and stood when she had finished talking. He grabbed the hood of his coat and pull it over his head so that it shadowed his face. "I don't care." he said in response to her apology, his voice deep and monotone. Holding the blue marble in one hand, he took Lucinda's hand without hesitation. "Just take me there."
.* There is nothing to be said, because there is nothing to be done *.
