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Alexander had indeed left something behind in the lounge, a notebook that his mom had given him, one filled with ideas for his upcoming wedding, some of which she had wanted him to look over and give his own personal thoughts on. He had taken to carrying it around with him almost everywhere, in case he had a chance to actually sit down and go over it, but during Scarentines Day had gotten far too busy and in the whirlwind of activities had decided to just leave it behind for the time.

But now Scarentines was over, and he was able to get his mind back on track towards graduation and marriage.

At least, that was what he had hoped. He had not been expecting a certain patchwork to be hanging out in the Student Council Lounge, and he most certainly had not at all been expecting her to have a job for him to do, though she was very adamant about the entire thing, despite not actually telling him what it was they needed to do.

But still, he had shuffled along, fairly willingly, though after they had traversed many of the hallways more then once, his low energy was beginning to wane even lower, and his shuffling gait became even more lethargic then usual. That was about when the whining had begun, and the plaintive pleas for her to tell him what they were supposed to be doing that would take them all over the damn school when he could be trying to relax elsewhere.

And then they were in a certain hallway that Alexander recognized, and his back stiffened, and his shuffling steps nearly came to a halt. Amrita had become the recipient of many suspicious, narrowed eyed stares at that point, though his mouth had snapped shut, his lips pursed into a tight line that looked foreign on a face usually split in two by a large grin.

When they had come to a stop at the Haunted House, and she had waved her arm in the air, her other holding on to him tightly as though he might try to flee, he kept silent for just a few moments longer, before finally saying.

"What the Jack are we doing here, Amrita?" There might have been the hint of a growl in his voice.

He had never wanted to come back to this place ever again.

His gaze dropped down to the bag she held as she used her free hand to pull out very familiar paper, the color of the scarentines grams they themselves had given to the students of the school. However, it had been Amrita's idea, and her job to take care of, so the presence of any addressed to hunters of all things came as quite a surprise, and a shock to the zomboil, who's eyes first widened, and then narrowed into a glare.

"You should have burned them." His voice sounded much more rough then usual, a hint of a growl in his tone, as he wrenched his arm away from her, either forcing her to let go or to let his arm come off in her's, whatever worked to put distance between himself and those disgusting cards she had kept concealed. "Didn't you think that maybe this was something the entire student council should have weighed in on?"

He of course, knew he was just being petty. Angry because he himself didn't have the best of relations with the hunters. He had gone out of his way many times to find the Haunted House, to fight with hunters, to sink his teeth into them and laugh at their own horrified expressions. In a way he had thought that it would make him feel better. They had, after all, taken his bonded away from him, tagged him, and ultimately had been the reason the two had broken up for several months, as nothing Alexander did to try and help could repair the broken trust of their relationship.

But that was all in the past, now, and the zomboil had been hoping to move on from it all. There hadn't been any big blow outs between hunters and the students of Amity in quite some time. Things had been quiet. Yin was still tagged, but he thought that maybe the hunters had forgotten about him, that they could still lead normal a normal life and unlife together, graduate, get married, get away from all of this and start on a family.

But it would always be in the back of his head, what those humans had done, what they were capable of doing to others.

But at her explanation for why he needed to be there with her, he gave her an incredulous look, then lifted a hand to run back through his hair, messing it up quite more thoroughly as he spoke. "Depending on who we come across, you might have chosen a bad partner." He was curious as to what Amrita had done to make herself so notorious, but Alex himself wasn't exactly in many hunters good books either.

And then all he could offer her was a deadpan stare as she continued to ramble, finally holding up his hand to cut her off, though keeping himself silent for several long moments before finally speaking, his voice clipped. "Fine. But it better be quick, Amrita, and if they try anything on either of us, I'm not holding myself back. I will try to take them out." Because one less hunter in the world was a world much improved, in his opinion.

Alex could have lied to his own kind easily, if it meant saving them from their own idiotic selves. Befriending hunters. Writing scarentine's cards for them like it was perfectly sane and normal to do so. It made no sense to the zomboil, who was nothing but hurt and offended by the very notion that anybody would think for a second that it was okay to do such a thing. It just made No. Damned. Sense.

But he didn't want this to turn into an argument of who had been wronged more, or who had more enemies on the other side of the portal. Alexander knew that what Amrita and the others had faced was beyond horrible, and he hated himself every single day for not getting there sooner, for not being able to stop what had happened even though he had tried. He had become Medea's initiate, the first, to get her to help him in that time. He was bound to her service for a lifetime to repay that particular debt, and he would do it gratefully, though it would never change the fact that they had just been a little too late, to save the one named Israfel from becoming a weapon, however willingly he had gone, or to save the others from being tagged, from becoming nothing more then the hunters walking eyes and ears, their personal play things, weapons of a different sense.

"I didn't say you were happy about this. I said that I haven't exactly made a great impression on many of the hunters, though I'm sure I did at least make a lasting one." He bared his teeth, finally smiling but with a feral and still quite angry edge too it. "Depending on who we run into, that isn't exactly going to work in our favor. Some day, you will have to tell me what you did to make yourself so famous in the hunters eyes." His tone was lightening up just slightly, and he sighed again, both hands rubbing through his hair this time.

"Okay, yes, lets just get this the jack over with so I can get back to planning an unlife that hopefully involves a scarily ever after."

He didn't know who this Aleria was that she spoke of, but knowing the hunters were still taking more of them, only grated on his nerves further and made him want to do this less and less.

"I'll have to get those names off of you myself. Three eyes are better then one." He muttered, while shuffling after her, a little more speed to his stride then usual as he made his way up to the door.

"Good. Glad we're at least on the same page about something."

He only hesitated for a moment before he scooted his way through the door and to whatever lay on the other side.

The zomboils grin widened, though it's usual spark of happiness was still gone, his looks for once quite dark indeed. "Well I'm honestly glad to hear that you went after them for what they did to you. Better then just sitting back and accepting it, in my opinion. I went after them myself, but I doubt I'm quite so notorious as you. All I really managed to do was get my a** kicked several times, though I did manage to sink my teeth into a few, and one might have believed he was actually going to turn into a zombie because of it. I was too weak to fight them then but...maybe now." He flexed his skeletal hand, remembering that dark time, when he had Yin had been split up and the zomboil felt like he had nothing left to lose by going after those that had caused him so much pain. He had gotten his head beaten into a pulp for his efforts, as well as losing an eye, and taking an arrow through the throat. But now he was stronger, and now he felt like he actually might stand a chance against them.

"We all deserve it, Amrita. You deserve one too." He made his way into the house, and waited for her to join him before answering her again.

"Fffft, nice. When I only had one eye, that was it. No being able to see out of an empty eye socket for me." It was only a little surprising to find out she actually wasn't half blind. Some things in Halloween you just accepted for how they were.

The door clicked shut behind them, and they were left in a room that, for all intents and purposes, appeared quite normal, if quite a bit dusty and dank. Shrugging his shoulders, instead of singing, he simply shouted, hands shoving into his jean's pockets.

"HEY JACKHOLES! ANY OF YOU IN HERE?"

Roland had his back to Jerry, Sylvia in hand the faint blue glow eerily like Circe on a very very minor scale in such dark and narrow halls. "We haven't seen anyone since we got here... maybe no ones stumbled in." He took a few slow steps towards Jerry, not fully watching till her bumped Roar against the back of his head.

His shouting did no good, and he nodded towards Amrita with a sigh. "Ya, I guess. More walking." He visibly grimaced, lifting a hand to run through his hair as they continued on, his feet dragging so that she either needed to stick with his incredibly slow, amble of a pace or go on ahead. It was her choice, really, but he wasn't about to speed up anytime soon.

But then she was waving him closer, and he finally picked up his pace to make it to her side, head tilting as he reached her, listening. Yes, definitely voices, but of hunters, or somebody else? He knew that horsemen might enter the house in hopes of finding a fight, or that other students might have accidentally wandered into this place, not knowing any better.

He let Amrita do the calling out this time, frowning a little as he continued to listen. "I hope it is them. I just want to get the jack out of here." He muttered to himself, glancing behind instinctively to make sure that they weren't going to find themselves suddenly surrounded.

He had a wedding to plan, after all. It wouldn't do to end up kidnapped and worrying his fiance.