Cassie shut the library door with a solid click, locked it, and started the walk down the school’s hallways with a sigh. It was fairly common for the full-time librarians to leave her as the last one to lock up after the school day, since she was usually finishing up some task after having gotten distracted with five others, and today was the same. Her feet going into autopilot, she tugged her phone out of her back pocket and went first to the group chat after seeing that Shana had texted it.
As soon as she saw the words ‘suspicious person’, she winced. There were options here, but none of them were pretty. Either an innocent bystander, in which case a bunch of teenagers were going to awkwardly show up at their door; a Voidbringer or someone who worked with them, in which case things would likely escalate to a fight; or someone else with Investiture, which meant there might be a fight anyway, and even if not who knew whether they’d be hostile or a friend of Doc’s or what. Cassie scanned the address again. She knew it - it was close to their own home. Worryingly close.
With gritted teeth, Cass thought about her own options, which weren’t pretty either. Go home and pick up reinforcements...while the people already there might be fighting to the death? Enough time had passed that they were no doubt there by now. Or she could call the police again...yeah, because that worked out so well last time. And what if they are innocent? Or Cassie could teleport straight to them and help out.
She was ducking into an empty bathroom and stepping into Shadesmar almost before she’d put her phone away.
The few steps it took to reach the area of the Physical Realm she wanted were uneventful, except for her increasing nervousness. When she exited the Cognitive Realm discreetly in a tree - which she proceeded to almost fall out of; thank the Stormfather no one saw - she’d just about hit the limits of how much she could worry before it turned into genuine fear.
There were the shattered remains of the door, there were the distinct sounds of a fight, and there were her emotions breaking through the wall that separated worry from panic. Great.
She ran in, her own Shardblade materializing in her hand as she willed it with a pang of regret, and plunged into the clamor with a swipe at one of the Voidbringers to the side.