Bella was uneasy to say the least. The buzzing seemed to move as they walked, causing Bella to instinctively move as close as she could to Mr. Cavey without directly touching him. It was so odd; it was almost as if the buzzing was not only a sound, but a physical entity that was directly affecting their surroundings.

"P-Perhaps we should find the others. They could be in danger," she suggested meekly. She didn't really want to face whatever was stalking their group; at the same time, the notion of it hurting—or worse, murdering—the rest of the group and leaving she and Mr. Cavey alone to face it was equally as frightening.

"I personally think it was a very poor idea to split up."

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Whatever buzzing the gentleman paired with Kent had been concerned about was near nonexistent now. It didn't truly trouble Kenton as they began to conduct their search. What did was a large red bug bite looking thing on the gentleman's hand. Despite his disposition to most people, Kenton had become a healer for a reason and the healer in him was cautioning him that that was not good. Looking up at the gentleman he was sweating profusely. Really not good. "Sir, let me take a look at that." He nodded at the bite. "I'm a healer." He added in case the gentleman should feel the need to object.

  

Watching the group suddenly get attacked by something, Andrew turned to the gentleman who wanted to follow. Just as he began to move however, a rather painful surge shot through his hand and instinctively, Andrew slapped his hand as if swatting a bug.

“I trust your judgement more than my own,” Andrew said with a wince, holding out his hand for the young man.

“But there’s no matter if you can’t. It’s painful but we’re on a mission, right?” He said a few seconds after, glancing toward the end of the station, “What’s a bite when we can hopefully stop this?”  

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Bella Scrimgeour Clinton Podmore @"Odette LÉCUYER" Andrew Lyness Garrett Cavey Cupcake Whitledge Avril Lukeson Kenton Yaxley

Mr. Lyness will start to sweat like Miss Whitledge, who will begin to feel feverish and warm to the touch. Perhaps beckoned by her successful identification - or perhaps just because - the buzzing swarm of mosquitoes bursts forth from the ceiling and envelops Miss Lukeson and Miss Lecuyer.

The 'stray' mosquito - who can likely be blamed for Lyness and Whitledge - bites Miss Scrimgeour's wrist as the swarm bursts loose.

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Everything around them seemed to dissolved into utter chaos once the mosquitos broke free from the ceiling. Clint was quick to start digging through his pack, hoping to find something of use but all he could find that might do any good were matches. Perhaps the sulfur smell would dissuade them even if they were attracted to the light.

Or maybe a makeshift torch. He quickly set to breaking a wooden chair then shrugged it off his jacket to tear off a strip of his shirt and wrapped it around the leg of the chair he'd broken. "Grab a chunk of wood!" he shouted to anyone that might hear, "And wrap some fabric around it to make a torch!" He then set to getting it lot with the matches he had and began thrusting it at the swarm as they came nearer hoping that fire would do the trick.

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"I agree, let's go back," Garrett said when Miss Scrimgeour said she thought it had been a poor idea to split up. No sooner had he turned to do so, a swarm burst forth. "Careful, Miss Scrimgeour," he warned, taking his coat off so that he could easier swat the mosquitos or whatever they were away.

  

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Avril yelped as the mosquitos swarmed around them. The Seer swated at them as they attack them. She hadn’t expected them to be attacked by anything when she signed up for this adventure. ’This can’t be normal!’ she whined to Miss Lecyure.

  

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What had seemed like a mundane task was suddenly not, Kenton realized as the buzzing appeared in swarm form. The gentleman was right, he decided as he figured out if he should try to treat the bite or deal with the swarm, they had a mission and a problem on their hands. A bite could wait till later. He grabbed a peice of wood from Mr. Ministry and tore a strip from the hem of his shirt. As soon as the task was complete he trust the makeshift torch toward Mr. Ministry and the wooden sticks he was playing with.

  

Oh for Merlin's sakes, she was absolutely sure that this was Miss Lukeson's fault! If Odette hadn't been distracted of mind, she would have reacted sooner and hopefully would have gotten away from these blasted bugs. Trying to bat them away, she struggled to find something to help her in her efforts. "Of course it isn't!" She shouted when she was confident that none of the dreadful creatures would get in her mouth. Ugh, why state the obvious in such a tense situation?

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Cupcake was grateful when Mr. Podmore took charge once more and offered to find something for the itch. Her stomach turned to ice as the swarm descended and she threw herself forwards so she was hunched over her knees and flicked her hood forwards to protect her face. It was there on the ground that the chills started. By the time her companion started barking orders again and she scrambled to her feet to comply the world was unsteady.

She started groping around in the light of the torch for a bit of wood. [b]"I don't feel so good./[b]Her voice was little more than a whimper, unlikely to be heard over the chaos.

  

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Hearing the voices from the other side of the station and the gentleman next to him react, Andrew exhaled and wiped his forehead. Why was he so hot? His hand was itching and a numb pain had encapsulated the bite on his hand but he wasn’t focused on that right now; he wanted to help where he could.

Seeing a mass of mosquitoes amidst surrounding some screaming, Andrew moved quickly toward the people and picked up a small piece of wood at the Ministry man’s orders. He tugged at his shirt and ripped the fabric, wrapping it around the wood.

“Do you think fire will ward them off?” He asked the closest person from him, wiping his forehead of sweat once again.

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As she and Mr. Cavey neared the others, it became apparent that she was beginning to feel unwell. She looked down at her arm, noting that the skin was beginning to burn red—ouch! There was little she could do, however, as the swarm soon burst forth, surrounding the area up ahead where many of the group were being attacked.

"We- We need to-" She couldn't get a coherent thought out as the sweat droplets began to form on her forehead and she began to feel increasingly dizzy. She was already physically weak in comparison to many of the others in their group, and it was only a matter of time before something went very, very wrong as she stumbled backwards.

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Bella Scrimgeour Clinton Podmore @"Odette LÉCUYER" Andrew Lyness Garrett Cavey Cupcake Whitledge Avril Lukeson Kenton Yaxley

The torches successfully disperse the cloud, and are extinguished as if by a gust of the wind. It turns out that Miss Scrimgeour's fainting was an omen: everyone else will find themselves unconscious one by one. They may also note chills, stomach, and general malaise as they go down.

The dream is shared.

In it, the eight members of the group find themselves seated at decorated, backed chairs, around a table. The women wear white dresses with two shoulder straps; the men are wearing a loincloth. The table is, perhaps, a dinner table, except there is no food on the table yet. The room has no windows, and it's cool in temperature, lit by a candle at the center of the table. No fog here.

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Odette hadn't even remembered passing out. Looking around, her eyes widened as she saw what they were wearing. Then she looked at herself and yelped softly. How had they ended up like this! She was so underdressed. Her face turned red as she tried to cover herself with her arms. "What is this? How did we get like this?" She said quickly. It had not clicked that this was a dream of any sort. Magic could do strange things, after all. She looked around once more, not being able to hide her panic and discomfort. There was also the fact that she couldn't even bring herself to look at the men once more.

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Garrett barely had time to move to catch Miss Scrimgeour as she fainted when he also began to feel off. He felt chills and his stomach felt unwell. The next thing he knew, he was also falling unconscious.

When he 'woke up', he found that he was seated among the others and there was no fog to be found. They seemed to be in some sort of room and what were they all wearing? Garrett blushed at the attire that all of them were sporting, even himself! He wrapped his arms around his lean torso in a bid to maintain some sort of modesty!

  

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She'd remembered feeling ill, and she remembered stumbling as she attempted to stay standing, but she did not remember changing into this outfit, nor did she remember getting into this room. She stared around at her fellow group members, her cheeks heating at their state of dress. The only thing preventing her from collapsing into hysterics was her own medical experience; she'd seen her fair share of bare bodies, but this was different. Eerie.

Rather than make any awkward comments that would likely draw more attention to herself, she immediately whipped her head in both directions as to get a sense of her surroundings. Where were they?

After a moment, she could no longer hold her tongue; it was too dire of a situation, and that last thing she needed was everyone to be fretting over modesty when there was obviously more to the situation.

"This looks like a place where they'd make—" Her voice wavered as she tried to get the words out; it was almost like anything she said would come true in that moment. "—sacrifices. In those old... books."

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