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Who: Amy and Josiah (And maybe Calum, yikes)
What: Does Amy listen to Song? Does she listen to herself? Nooo, she goes to see Josi-boy anyway.
Where: The loft
When: March 7
Status: Complete

Walking to the loft, Amy swung the paper bag of candy she held, cheerful despite her nervousness about the visit with Josiah. She'd practiced 'shutting things off' as she'd explained to Jalen, and as long as Calum didn't make an actual appearance, she figured she'd be fine. Josiah was her friend, wasn't he? And as her friend, he was entitled to addictive candy. She grinned, stepping up the pace a little. Nothing like a good coconut-covered chocolate fish to cheer someone up. Biting their little heads off was good for the soul. Choking back a laugh, she arrived at the loft and absently switched the bag from her left hand to her right before knocking.

"Hey, Josiah! Candygram! Sorta."

Her nervousness welled up in a sudden rush, and she thought about just leaving the candy right there on the doorstop and going home, apologizing to Josiah later. What if she hadn't shut things down as well as she thought she had? After all, it wasn't something she practiced much. In fact, the last time had been at Ryuu's party...Shaking her head in disgust, she shoved the feelings down and took a deep breath, grasping at her previous cheerfulness. It'd be fine.

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He studied her for a moment longer before getting to his feet and walking towards her. The temperature in the room continued its dizzying spiral downward, and just around the edges of the room, shadows began to creep in.

"You say you have nothing to offer? Everyone has some sort of fear that resides in their soul, something that would tear them apart if they ever had to face it." He stopped a few feet from her, and gave her a small smile. "Likewise, every person wants something so much that they would do anything for it, regardless of morals or consequence. So, yes, Miss Amy. You could be very helpful."

"I-" She turned her head and watched the slight movement of the shadows, biting her lip. Oh, she'd been stupid. So very, very stupid. Uncrossing her arms, she cupped her hands in front of her, conjuring a small ball of flame. It wasn't much, but it was something. She glanced up at Calum, straightening.

"I'd like to keep my fears and dreams to myself, thanks. I'd also like to leave now. Would you mind opening the door, please?"

Something flickered in his eyes at the sight of the flame, and any sort of cordial politeness that had been on his face quickly vanished into a cold fury. "Then what use are you?" he murmured, almost thoughtfully, and the shadows that had been dancing just in the corners of the room slid over the floor, walls, and ceiling at an alarming pace.

"Forgive me for intruding, but if you won't tell me those things yourself..." He gestured and the black fog raced forward to encircle Amy.

"Goddamn it!" Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the flame, pouring herself into it. It expanded slowly, surrounding her and pushing back the fog. She could feel the resistance, and she bit her lip so hard it bled.

I just want to get out of here damn it Jalen why didn't you come anyway I don't know how to stop this-

She could feel the flame wavering, and she knew she couldn't do this much longer. She'd never seen the need to practice very often, and now look where it'd gotten her.

"I- I'll tell you! Just stop it! Please, just stop!"

At the sound of her panicked desperation, the shadows wavered slightly... and then completely disappeared. A dark look passed over Calum's face, and he scowled as the magic vanished as quickly as it had appeared. For a second, he seemed ready to call it back, but then the moment was gone, and the look that passed over his face was suddenly wide-eyed confusion. The look of someone else entirely.

"Oh god," Josiah murmured, backing away from Amy. The confusion quickly turned into guilt, even as the magical backlash caused him to start to shake. He fumbled for the key in his pocket and threw it at Amy. "Get the hell out of here... before he..."

What had he been thinking? He should have told Amy to stay out, that this was too dangerous. She could have been seriously hurt or worse. Fuck.

The flames vanished as she caught the key, and she simply stared at him for a second, trembling. That had been...way too close.

"Not your fault," She said, quickly thrusting the key in the lock. A turn, a pull, and the door was open with her halfway out of it. She managed a faint smile even as the shaking began to get worse.

"Don't worry. We'll fix it- somehow, we will." Then the door was tugged shut, and she was gone.