((X3, Det, sorry bout that. Thought you were still with that Dean back there :x. Let me try to explain again: It's a game. The whole school splits up into two teams, and each team is given a set of black or white rocks to protect. You try to destroy the other team's rocks. Fighting is allowed, and guns are pretty much necessary to destroy rocks, so yeah. No killing though. The field on which the game is played has a whole bunch of huge boulders. Sorry again, I have a tendency to worldbuild hastily and not too well.

Eg. You are selected into white team. You sneak into black team territory, see a kid protecting a black rock, and kick his butt. Then, if you've got a gun, you shoot the rock. If not, you hold it up for a sniper to shoot. You can er... interrogate freshmen about the position of the rocks, or protect a white rock yourself.

It's kinda like capture the flag, but the desert spy version with more fighting and guns))

(('S fine, Pirate. C: I guess this means I need to think of what Innarine looks like inside, huh? o_o

Edit; "It's kinda like capture the flag, but the desert spy version with more fighting and guns." Mecha, that is so much win. So. Much. Win. ))

((xD I can't tell if you love or hate me. Gaah. You did reply to me. I just totally spaced replying to you. 8D Yaaaaay for brain fails.))

Nathaniel and Bryn stepped into the academy side by side, and were greeted by a fairly long hallway. Down the hall a ways to their left was a pair of floor-to-ceiling steel doors like the ones they had just entered through. To their right, a few similar steel doors were set into the wall every yard or so. At the far end of the hall was a grand staircase that split off to either side just before it reached ceiling-level. 

From what they could see, the inside of Innarine had the same sort of pieces-slapped-together feel that the outside had, but to a lesser extent. The floor alternated at random from hardwood to tiled stone to metal then back to wood, where as the walls were the same uniform slabs of metal. As if to combat this, the lighting seemed to consist of whatever had been handy during the building and any following repairs and upkeep; top of the line electric lights hung from the ceiling, whereas torches rested in their brackets on the walls every few feet.

"So," Nathaniel said aloud to no one in particular after staring for a few minutes, "Where are we suppose to go from here?"

((Nattie's totally out of character. I don't care. |D I wanted to go on a bit about Innarine, but there's only so much you can describe about a hallway. And, uh, I'm being kicked off to bed.))

 ((Haha. ;D Okay. No problem. ;D))

"Um..." Bryn said, taking in her surroundings. She had been hoping that going inside the building would clear her head and help her understand what her and Nathaniel had been taken there. It did the exact opposite as suspected. The mishmashed floors and lighting only helped to dissorient her. Seeing another student about to disappear into a door, she yelled, "Hey!" Being the only other one in the hallway, the girl turned around, letting go of the doorknob. "Yes?" the girl asked, glaring slightly at Bryn and Nathaniel. "Where are we?" Bryn questioned, ignoring the girl's hard look. "You are at Innarine Academy, home of highly trained operatives," Seeing Bryn's confused look, she added, only after rolling her eyes in annoyance. "It's a spy school,"

((Where for did everyone go? D:))

"A spy school." Nathaniel replied levelly, raising one eyebrow as he did so. "A spy school. That's fine and dandy, but I fail to see why I need to be involved. I'm hardly a spy." Or, uh, spy material for that matter. Nathaniel had never been all that good at physical activities.