That was rough. One heck of a first assignment. This all happened earlier, but it took me a while to write this down.

Franz continued to whisper in my ear, his promises of death sending chills down my spine with each hot breath wrapping around the tip of my ear. Shadow treads over and begins to growl at Franz, his eyes forming to hollow slits of fury. Franz looks down and kicks him out of his way. He lands in the corner next to the blood runes. His fur is soaked by the small puddles of blood. I swiftly punch Franz in the nose, dazing him as I quickly shove him to the ground and jump back. I re-notch my arrows and survey the room. Shadow in the corner, unmoving. Vincent, slowly waking up. Vincent. If I can get him out of here, he can call for help. I dart to his side of the room, positioning myself in front of him. Franz stumbles to his feet, his eyes shining with rage. He raises his hand, and a light tendril races towards me. I shoot it down and immediately shoot at Franz, pinning him to the wall with his shirt collar. He smiles and grabs my arrows, pulling them off his shirt and tosses them to the floor. He twitches his wrist, and i'm knocked down by several light tendrils, binding me to the floor. I hear Vincent moving, quietly, towards the door. He is gone in an instant. Then Franz is on top of me, his foot on my throat, crushing my throat. I can't breath. He pushes all of his weight down on me. I struggle against his weight, but he simply looks down at me as I lay dying at his feet. "You were such a sweet girl, but alas you kept meddling with my ambitions. You were an annoyance. I was considering letting you be one of the few that I let live. But here we are my dear Feather." He pushes down on my throat and everything goes dark.

@Franz Fiendlich has noticed me, and he slowly stands and stares at me sleepily, as if I am of no importance to his situation. He raises his hand and tendril of light flows toward me, snaking in a wide oval around my neck. Another tendril wraps itself around my ears, the pointed elven tips twitching at the contact. The crackling of light prevents me from using my elven hearing. I raise my bow to point exactly between Franz's eyes. He blinks and smiles at me in a lazy manner. The tendril circling my neck tightens itself, clearly ready to choke me in an instant with the flick of Franz's hand. I lower my bow and relax the arrows. The tendril around my neck loosens. Shadow winds around my legs, his soft fur thick and smooth against my ankles, and approaches Vincent's lame body. He uses his snout to move his head and begins nuzzling Vincent's neck. Franz looks at him with a wistful gaze. "Don't worry about him" his voice is shocking in the tense energy of the room. "I wouldn't hurt him, I simply needed him out of the way for a while. Vincent and his warranting of my arrest was a stick in my plans." He walks toward me and rips my watch from my wrist. he crushes it between his fingers, the pieces of metal and gears clinking and falling on the ground. I was all alone now. Just me, my wolf familiar, and a psychopath with his tendrils of light. He walks right next to me and leans closer, his lips brushing my ears. "Now is where the fun starts"

I received an alert on my watch with coordinates to the Math Hall bathroom. As this zone of the school is closed for public access, I investigate. I find @Vincent Goodspeed held captive by @Franz Fiendlich! I lockdown the zone and prepare to engage. I pull my cedar wood bow over my shoulder and notch two arrows. Shadow, my familiar, comes in with me. I dart inside the bathroom. What I see is quite strange, even for an elven secret agent. I see tendrils of light wrapping themselves around everything, around the facilities of the room, around Vincent, and around each other. They crackle and hiss with odd bursts of wind that push them across the space. I see Franz, in the corner, his hands covered in blood, writing runes on the walls and floor. I cannot see what they say, as i am partially near sighted. My eyes trail across the room, until I spot Vincent, his body tossed in the space underneath a stall. The tendrils of light appear to be binding him and keeping him immobilized. A small trail of blood trickles out of his nose unto the floor. The sound of each drop is excruciatingly loud in the tense space. Shadow pokes his snout out and pulls back as a tendril of light smacks him across the nose. He whines and ducks behind me. The situation is unlike anything I have ever seen. It might take more than one post to explain it all.

@Franz Freundlich
We are unable to allow you to take possession of the Gloop, regardless of intention or amount. It is hazardous and must be confined at F.B.I.P. headquarters. We will release an official report on the Gloop anomaly once all information is gathered and filtered. Also a representative from the necromancy club will be sent to investigate the situation regarding your brother and possible freelanced necromancy. Updates will be given to the public periodically.

--Feather
F.B.I.P.

The thing about recovering from undead creature bites is that it takes a while. Especially when you have to capture dangerous gloop spawns. Dragon Riding, on the other hand, is a lot more entertaining. The feel of the bone leather saddle between your legs and the wind constantly pushing your cloak up onto your face and the dragon trying to eat your hair. Nothing is better.

Alright I'll join. @Vincent Goodspeed

Alright I'll join. @Vincent Goodspeed

Also I checked over my entire room and the hallways, no signs of gloop spawn anywhere.

@Vincent Goodspeed, I could perhaps become an Agent, but my priority is school right now. Being an agent would probably not fit in my schedule between my dragon riding and organizing my floating sock collection.

@Sweetie, and literally everyone in the school. @Vincent Goodspeed just reported that the gloop is reproducing itself with the prism. It is contained but I remember I lost track of it when it dived into my laundry. I'm frantically searching my pile of dirty cloaks and floating socks but I can so far say we don't have a crisis. But my dwarf acid lava lamp is looking a bit odd so i will investigate.