Semira As Sasha walks closer, she narrows her eyes and sees a glint of metal. Her weapons. "Huh. I guess that chick's one, too. What is it about this school?"
*Sasha comes out of the woods swinging her scythe* "What's going on here?" *As she notices Hermit she glares at him*
Brooke: She resolves that she won't be able to sleep, so she turns on her computer and begins editing music.
Semira "Nothing much," she drawls. "Just hanging out, planning the destruction of the school." Markal He looks at Sasha's scythe and smirks approvingly.
*Sasha laughs* "The destruction of the school? Interesting." *Sasha sees Markal staring at looks at him coldly* "What is it?"
Markal "I haven't seen a scythe like that in a while," he chuckles. "Pretty sweet blade you got there."
*Sasha rolls her eyes and doesn't turn to face Hermit* "Shut up Hermit. I'm not in the mood. And fair enough Markal." "Oh so then what kind of mood are you in Sasha?" "Not in a good one Aaron." "Oh, alrighty then." "Now shut up Aaron." *Sasha smacks the side of her head with her palm*
Semira/Markal Semira shifts her stance slightly, not enough to be noticeable, but enough to make her ready to fight if need be. Markal eases his backpack closer to himself.
Scarlet: Obviously. -snorts then bends down, doing up her bootlaces, ready to move and attack if provoked- Ben: -loads a plate full of food-
*Sasha realizes the possible danger she's in and pulls out her gun* "Whatever you people are planning to do to me, you'd best cut it out. I know what you all are. You're shadow assassins. And so am I."
Scarlet: -continues with her laces, not looking up- Well, I can't speak for these guys, but I'm not planning anything, love.
Brooke: She walks out of her room and towards the forest, in hope of finding somebody who knows what happened.
Semira She smiles ambiguously. "Hun, Shadow Assassins have a history of… let's just say, not getting along."
Scarlet: -straightens up- But I must say, that is a lovely gun. Ben: -wolfs down three plates of food-
*Sasha laughs and slips Artemis Rod back in her strap before pulling out a potato and taking a bite* "Oh don't worry. I'm not scared. If you want to kill me, do it. I welcome death. I deserve it." (don't actually kill her )