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Yale floats down to look into the tunnel. “I wonder what made it.” She signs.

((Wanna know how to make a good death, sad death, etc?))

"I twink it's giwant moles" She said and jumped into the tunnel.

((Sure))

Yale nods and follows Iggy into the tunnel.

((To make a good death, give an inside of the dying persons head, Are they regretting some? Trying to bring themself back? Or something a whole third away, just give inside so the readers feel included in the action))

As they continued down the rabbit hole, the walls of soil and roots turned to walls of bricks and wallpaints.

((Noice))

Yale glances at the walls, they must’ve been man made.

((And for the sad death, take them by the balls, then rip them off in their happy moment, in this case: Lucifer. Lucifer were on the way back home. His journey were over, he were excited to see his friends again, and he had sustained traumatizing damage, so the only way things, were up))

"Or else the moles are fine architwects" She said and ran her jello-like fingers across the rough bricks. The tunnel got darker as they ventured deeper in.

((It's painful to write a - between every letter, so screw it))

"So what is the purpose of this school?" Asked Barrel Ren.

Yale didn’t seem to notice the change of light, seeing as she could only sense things, her eyes rendered useless. “That could be true.” She signs.

Althea ran toward the wreckage, limping slightly. She must’ve pulled a muscle from being thrown, but she ignored it, it would heal soon anyways. She dug and searched through part of the wreckage, finding nothing but the burned bodies of those that were on the train.

“Well um... it’s for people with magic. That’s all I can tell you.” She said.

Iggy catched a glimpse of a man with fangs painted on the wall in the style of mayincatec, then everything turned dark. "Shit iz bwacker than a cats swoul"

"But that slime girl that passed by us, I have extensive knowledge of beings on this planet, and a slime don't have the molecular structure to wield magic"

Yale frowned at the thought of having to speak, but she had no choice. “Leave.” She would speak the least she could to get her point across. Yale’s voice was quiet and gentle

“It’s for more abnormal kids. I would say. When they can’t go to a normal human school.”

((Back))

"Wook, wight!" And if sure Iggy were right, a spark of light the size of a needlehead were at the other end. "Wet's go!" She slided at maximum speed towards the dot of light.

"Though it would make an entertaining realityshow if it were so"

Yale used her powers to hover above the ground, quickly following Iggy.

“Ok.” She said shrugging.