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It was a very pregnant silence. While the horsemen could not mourn in the same knowing way the student could it was like they had said - it was as though they had discovered through Red that it was possible for their world to grow smaller. Which was something none of them wanted and it was clear from the way they all stood over the skull in their reverence. When Eris moved from his shoulder, Invictus moved to put a hand on both Aisa and Cymbeline's shoulders touching his forehead to theirs' gently. There truly was a psychic link - even if it did not physically exist as the Lady Mindflayer's did - between the four, and there was nothing to be said.

He allowed the silence to linger between the four of them. Gravel, stone, ash... it was not a proper tomb for one who had fought as valiantly as Red had, and yet it put an idea into the horseman's head. Not one that could be implemented in this place - a place they'd likely never return to. In fact, it was likely that even if anybody did ever make it back here, the Boogiemen would have the skull and all of the momentos cleaned up so that nobody would ever see them.

Ever.

But as it was for Eris to realize that the Death Hunter had only struggled with her as a nuisance, the idea of the four working to take up that role of 'threat' entered his head. To become a lightning rod for the assaults of the hunters just as their parents likely were. He could see his father now, his own mighty hand held out towards Caelius. He wouldn't even need to clench his fist at the death hunter. He would simply turn his hand over and everything would drop to their knees. Everything.

Even Invictus.

Perhaps he needed to aspire to that height as well.

He looked to War when she moved towards the Portal, then to Death and Famine. "We should all return and see what we may do for these students. Perhaps now would be a time for us to show that... we do think outside of ourselves." That had been the angriest spat of the werewolf and yet, now it stuck, even as Invictus as well walked to the door and stepped through it.

Taking one last look at all that was left of Red, she turned back to follow after Bul and his group. There was no use lingering here anymore. She wanted to go home..maybe now the teachers would fill them in on some of what was going on? Doubtful.

Mei is exiting

Made another good hit. She wiggled the piece gently, hoping this last giggle would get her a piece of Red.

Finally Moure had had enough of watching by the door, having seen so many leave through it already. The patchwork looked back to the crumbling skeleton that had once been Red, and gave it one final nod. He brushed some of his shaggy brown hair from his face, then turned to face the doorway again.

So much had occured in that night. Would they just go back to pretending that Hunters didn't exist and that nothing had happened? There was no chance that Moure could ever forget what he saw and what he'd been a part of.

One good thing had happened though from this trip. A realization of sorts, finally learning that there was someone who made him feel like he belonged with the rest of the students. With some hope in his RPM-meter of a heart, Moure looked back to the door, and finally walked through, a clear goal in mind.

It was time to go find a certain frost demoness.

(Moure is Exiting~)

For a long while Draven stayed perched on his rock. The raven-mocker watched and listened as other students gathered to pay their respects. After a bit, he closed his eyes and thought. He thought of Red's parting words. He thought of death. He thought about sacrifice. He thought about the future.

By the time he opened his eyes, many of the students had already left through the door. The demon in raven form gave fluffed his feathers and sighed. It was time to leave. Lightly, he hopped off the rock and flapped his way to the skull. After concentrating for a moment, he gently placed his own emblem among the others.



A small token, too small, of gratitude to someone who had died while protecting her students. Whatever else had happened during that fight, Draven knew he would never forget how it all ended. "I may not have known you well but I will remember you," he said quietly to the skull. Then he turned, and headed for the door.


((Exiting.))

Simone stood there, arms wrapped around her bared waist. Silently she remained, a furrow knitting her brows together. Red died protecting them, protecting all of them. Those b*****d Hunters. The fury that was roiling around in her stomach caused her face to flush in the heat of her anger. It tied her stomach into knots. Stepping forward, she slowly reached out her hand and brushed it along the muzzle of Red's skull. Looking to what was left of her horns, she sighed and raised her fist.

[Try 1: Miss]

A soft disparaging cry choked out of her throat. Her hands were shaking. It was bad enough she was taking a piece of her teacher's skull. Did it really have to be made all the harder by her being bad at grave robbing? Was that what this was? She groaned and raised her hand again. No, it was a way to remember the werewolf.

Ah ha! Head way! It was a fairly gentle hit, but a hit none the less.

[Try 3: Hit! 1/3 ]