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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 3:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 4:07 pm
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Amrita had let Muka go about his own business, and she did keep her hold on G's hand until the boil grew tired of her or distracted enough to wander elsewhere. The doors closed, the speeched started, and she could do little but frown in thought. Hunters, Humans, weapons made of FEAR...Was that why the ones she met talked to someone who wasn't there? At least that's what it looked like to her.
All thoughts stopped at Roch's accusing, replaced instead by surprise.
"Really, Roch? Weren't you new once, too?" She said before she could stop it. "I'm pretty sure I only saw you after that trip to the Island, were you under suspicion for being new then?" Sure she understood the need for suspicion, but at the same time...
"Well, if you seriously need it, I'll vouch for 'The Owl Guy'." She frowned, narrowing her eyes at the Reaper. "His name is Ulmuka, by the way." She did sound a little irritated. Now was not the time for this! They'd already infiltrated, they'd already hurt them, and sure they could very well be here, but...well, "We can't turn on every new student, or we'll never get anywhere."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 5:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 5:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 5:42 pm
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Hel yelped as she was picked up off of the ground, rather dismayed that despite being in a headlock, Roch could still do that to her. Still, being stubborn, and wanting to hinder the punk reaper from any further action, the reaper did not let go yet. So there she stayed, dangling in his arms.
“Roch.” Hel started, calm, collected. “I like to believe that the Horsemen have their eye on any suspicious student, especially here, right in their own home. Is that understood?”
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 5:48 pm
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"In a second, Hel," Roch said, still holding her up. His mind was rewinding. "Wait, you're right," he said, looking at Mandy. "Jack, I never even thought of that." Although beating on the padfoot still sounded like a decent idea to him. "Produce your pin, padfoot ghoul. Then I'll only fight you if you want to learn HOW to fight."
Then he looked down at Hel. "You're right about growing," he added quietly, evilly, and with a grin.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:25 pm
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Eris' eyes had fallen on the pair of students whom had taken to fighting, for the time being ignoring the other questions which had been posed. At first, there had been mild interest in the quarrel, listening to the snapped responses and wild accusations, if only because she lived for the fight. It gave her a pleasantly warm feeling, like she drank it in, and for the moment War's heir wallowed in it, enjoying the pleasant sensation. But there was something that soured the feeling, setting her on edge, and after a moment her attention flicked to Roch, clearly looking quite irritated.
"The Valkyrie is right."
Settling her feet back on the carpet, she stood far more sharply than her previous languid motions, striding over to him with purposeful, angry strides. It was only when she stood not inches in front of him that she finally spoke again, her words an angry hiss. "Think before you open your mouth, boil. We have known of hunters before you could speak. It is we four whom are providing the information you are wildly misinterpreting. Do you think we would not recognize an enemy in our own territory?"
Gaze sharp, her eyes never wavered from Roch's, straightening even further in contempt and the hint of a challenge, the black wings at her sides folding. Although her voice lowered, there was disdain there, an emotion which she exuded unrestrained. "You would be wise to not insult us further. If you would like to have a good long cry about crossing a battlefield, you may leave this room and never return. I would not have such a coward fighting with me."
Snorting, she turned her back on him then, striding back to where the other horsemen stood, reaching up to run her fingers through the feathered cape at Aisa's shoulders.
"If only it were so simple to reveal the hunters as producing a pin."
(Also, Ice queen, they don't know the word 'Golem' -- they don't know exactly what it is at all, only that it 'smells like earth' and 'crumbles sometimes'
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Interesting Conversationalist
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