Setting
The truth was that Issac had placed a bright orange collar on his pet earlier that morning, but apparently it was gone now. Absente had the bad habit of rubbing his neck against corners to scratch at the itch caused by the collar, and between the corner and his scales he wore through them rather quickly.
Before he can respond to either teacher, a S.L.O.B. comes barreling through, headed straight for one of the new students. Issac didn't have the time to warn the boy, but it seems he wouldn't have to, as the droning being passes right through him. Pausing for a moment to try and figure out what just happened, Issac shakes his head then hurries over to help the student up, never taking his eyes of the S.L.O.B. in case it were to turn around. More than that, he was trying to figure out what that was on his back, clawing at the tubes.
"You alright?" Issac asks, reaching a hand out to help Wesley up. Absente was nearby, softly growling at the S.L.O.B. "Let me guess, cursed?"
While he didn't know all that much about specters, Issac could spot a curse a mile away. Wesley had seemed solid enough just before the S.L.O.B. had been about to hit him, then it was as if he suddenly became as solid as a shaft of sunlight. It was interesting, yes, but now was not really the time. They needed to get back out into the open courtyard and away from the creature in case it decided to come back for a second pass.
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