[Arturia had just finished using the restroom after her last class and was heading out when something on one of the televisions left on in recently emptied classroom caught her attention.
London. What happened in London?
She stopped in the doorway, eyes widened, and listened to the newscaster. A bombing... in London. Innocent lives lost. In London. IN LONDON.
It hit her harder than she expected, so close to home, and when the rage surged this time, she was unable to control it. But at least she was able to direct it.
It happened so fast, unless someone was expressly watching her, what really happened wasn't easy to put together. There was a flash of black and red 'energy' directed with a single slash of her hand into the empty classroom and the senior stalked directly out of the building, hand clenched as if holding something that didn't seem to have a definable form.
To look in the classroom... It looked like something had cut directly from the door to the window, desks cut cleanly in half, a line scoring the floor, and up the wall to the now shattered single window it ended at.]
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London. What happened in London?
She stopped in the doorway, eyes widened, and listened to the newscaster. A bombing... in London. Innocent lives lost. In London. IN LONDON.
It hit her harder than she expected, so close to home, and when the rage surged this time, she was unable to control it. But at least she was able to direct it.
It happened so fast, unless someone was expressly watching her, what really happened wasn't easy to put together. There was a flash of black and red 'energy' directed with a single slash of her hand into the empty classroom and the senior stalked directly out of the building, hand clenched as if holding something that didn't seem to have a definable form.
To look in the classroom... It looked like something had cut directly from the door to the window, desks cut cleanly in half, a line scoring the floor, and up the wall to the now shattered single window it ended at.]