Mr. Simmons chuckles: a rumbling sound that almost knocks Will over. "I SHOULD BE ABLE TO KEEP THEM OCCUPIED!" he roars. "BUT WHERE WILL YOU BE SLIPPING OFF TO?!"
"Back to the forest," Sonia says. "That's where the power and visions are coming from. If we're there, we can…try to do something, but we'll need to collect something from Matron first."
"THAT MAKES SENSE!" Mr. Simmons agrees. "WELL, THERE'S NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT; I'D BEST GET THAT DISTRACTION UNDERWAY!"
Apparently considering the conversation over, Mr. Simmons has turned towards the outskirts of the school grounds, and with a wild cry that seems to have several different voices forming it, he thunders off into the distance. The shadowy figures he's charging at scatter, sprinting away, and within seconds, all of them are lost in the darkness.
Your group exchange glances as the faint sound of screams make themselves heard in the background.
"Is…is he human?" Romilly asks finally.
"Completely," Sonia says, gazing at the perimeter with some interest. "Your species has its fair share of monsters, you know. At least ours don't teach gym class." She glances at the school, then gestures at the bodies Mr. Simmons has left in his wake. "Should we go inside, do you think? This lot are probably going to get all wakey-murdery in a little while."
With a wary glance at the gradually stirring bodies, your group moves through the large doors of Cavalcade Academy, pulling them shut behind you. Max shoots the latch across before you back away. You can't shake the last image you saw in the closing gap between the doors: the students pushing themselves to their feet.
"That's not going to hold them long," the werewolf announces. "Unless Mr. Simmons is going to be doing regular rounds, we're going to need some way to stop them from busting in here."
"How much time do you reckon Matron's going to need to fix something up for us?" Sonia asks, looking at Michelle.
The zombie shrugs. "No idea. But the more time we can give them, the better whatever they come up with will end up being."
"Great," Sonia sighs. "Always good to have a clearly defined goal. So the plan is to keep the others out for an unspecified period of time."
All eyes turn to look at the doors. Then, as you were already half expecting at this point, they turn to look at you. There's a certain amount of expectation there as well.