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Christof grunted, keeping his grip on the human tight, but at least resorted to shaking him to try to wake him instead of physical blows. Question him. Right. Right. He was ok with that. While he couldn't ask questions himself, he could aid in getting answers. His mismatched eyes locked on the slack face with it's even, fresh features. So much like a Reaper. But wasn't. Didn't smell right. Didn't look right. Too much life in it's cheeks.

But there was plenty they could do without killing him, and already the hunchback was considering plans of action. He wished he had come more prepared. He knew where the plan would eventually go, a few small tools ready and aching to be picked up from his bag but no. Wait until he was told. He would be a good boy.

That didn't mean he couldn't already eye the Hunter up for measurements. Miss Hel had lost her wings. Mr. Shun had lost an eye. It was only fair they took payment in flesh, right?

If this one lived, he would certainly remember them.

With a fresh grunt, the Igor dropped the bundle of human again to the ground with a thud, hoping maybe that would help stirr him. Maybe he was playing dead. He crouched down beside him, content to poke, or at least measure the limbs through Lizzy's silk. He could do with a new set of legs, his own were tottery. His arms were getting worn out as well, too, and the human had two lovely, nice fresh ones...

Bloodbloodbloodbloodblood.

Shehk forced herself to look from the human and the blood that mocked her nose to Jericho with a frown, then looked away from him - disappointed. "I refuse to sink down to their level at this time." she said simply on the note of killing the human. It seemed many of the others had a similar opinion as she did, tugging her sleeve back down around her arm once she had gotten the bleeding she'd inflicted upon herself mostly stopped.

She needed to practice with that. She needed to work on it. It wasn't accurate enough for the risk she put on herself for it and this had been a horrible time to put it into practice. Never the less, the Pricolici had to physically tear herself away from the human, stalking as far away from it as she could, rubbing her nose.

He smelled delicious.

She didn't want him to smell delicious.

But never the less, he smelled delicious. Shehk pulled her jacket up over her nose to try and buffer it.

"I think we should have our interrogation prepared before we wake up the human, however."

Shehk could think of a few she wanted an answer to, her jaw set. She looked to Jericho, and then to the piece of bone she wore around her wrist. She needed answers.

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Invictus somehow found it difficult to not just outright kill the human. They could get another one, but it seemed that for the time being they needed to work on the countermeasure of information gain.

Never the less, he went to linger near where the groups checking on Shun and Hel were gathering - having a vested interest in both individuals, and thus having a need to see what they were up to at that moment - how they were faring, even.

It was a mess.

Was it a mess beyond that Cricket would be able to repair?

At Mitsu's request, Xiu crouched down by the ghoul, grabbing the edge of her dress and tearing off long strips. Would these, coupled with Mitsu's makeshift bandages, be enough to stop the bleeding for some time, she wondered? They had to try, at least.

Feeling extremely thankful for having taken and passed the first aid class, the baku worked at helping her friend tend to the wound, lips pressing into a thin line as she attempted to stop the bleeding. Despite his reassurances that he was fine (or at least, that he would live), Xiu was desperate to get both Shun and Hel to Nurse Cricket as soon as possible. But before they could do so...

Her gaze flickered towards the Hunter and she frowned. What...what were they supposed to do with him? Questioning him was an obvious choice, but...but there were also others calling for his death. Now that Xiu wasn't as caught up in the moment and had a little time to think, she realized just how complicated this situation really was. While killing him would only prove to be more "evidence" for the Hunters to come after them, it wasn't as if they could simply let him go either. Not after what he did, and not after considering what he could do.

So for now, Xiu was silent on the matter.

If Chrsitof's manhandling wasn't going to wake the Hunter, Calder wondered what would? However, he DID live with one of the laziest demons around, and taxed with the task of waking a sloth demon up for anything, Calder knew of a few ways.

Walking over, he passed Amrita. "We didn't go through all the trouble of fighting him down if we are going to kill him right off." Later though. "I do think we should make an example of him for what they all did to Red." He was taking off his shirt, undoing the buttons and pulling it off. It was drenched from all the water and the steam had only preserved the moisture.

Twisting it up, Calder held it over the boil's head. "Christof, if you could hold him? If he wakes up, he might find some way to get free. That pendant is safe away, right?" He then twisted the shirt, sending water pouring over the hunter's head. Hopefully that would wake him and didn't require further tormenting. At least not right yet. He hoped they had a list of what they wanted to ask and in order.

Jericho looked sharply towards Shehk as she was one to speak out strongly against killing the hunter.

"He should not be allowed to walk away from this. They have caused much suffering and sorrow for us and if they are left alive, they will only continue to do so. All hunters. Must. Die. You've agreed to this yourself, Shehk," he growled while staring down at the wrapped up human. Quite frankly, he wouldn't mind getting a meal out of this himself.

He did always wonder what humans tasted like.

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As the two girls worked on treating his wound, Shun gritted his teeth and clenched his fists while trying to ride out the pain. He wasn't able to contribute too much to the debate at the moment until it ebbed away a bit. Even then, he had to take a few moments to breathe before he could really speak.

"... Drawing it out for him.. is not necessary. However... once we get the information, if he speaks at all.. he needs to die. The higher ups won't be happy to find him dead, but if left alive, he could always spin things in his favor... make things turn out far worse than what we do. We could not touch him once during interrogation but he could make it seem like we beat him down and coerced him..." he managed to say before shifting a bit and gritting his teeth a little more. Personally he wanted to slit the hunter's throat. Moreso for what he did to Hel than what was done to himself.

If given the chance, he'd do it.

Blue fire flared to life in the skull Amrita picked up, burning from the sockets. They seemed to take in the sight of blood an feathers impassively, as they had when he'd seen a split second of the hunter's attack. But Aymet's voice was more passionate, chiming in with the vetala.

"Any one of you in this place could have been that ghoul. Maybe more than one." The undead's voice shook with barely-contained emotion, a confusion that us-versus-them wasn't a clear-cut line but to a few of them. How many of them had taken part in the trials, how many had seen the pale, empty husk of Amityville that seemed to be its inevitable future? Aymet had fought plenty of imaginary wars across game boards. The transition to a real one was, to him, a simple leap to higher stakes. Maybe it was because the dead had little in common with a flesh and blood creature, or maybe the dracolich was just a lot more vicious when the naivete had been stripped from his bones. He was certainly as passionate about this as anything he was ever invested in.

"You'd still spare this thing if the one who was ripped apart was your ghoulfriend or boilfriend, or your best friend, or yourself? Their life, her life -" it didn't exactly require a gesture in Hel's direction to indicate, which was good because he was only a skull - "isn't worth as much as that of a human who wants to dissipate us all for good?"

"Jericho and Amrita are right. I say kill it when, it has nothing left to offer us. They underestimated us. I don't think they're even afraid of us. What are we, if we're not scary? Kill him and we send a message that we're terrifying." He paused. "If you want to let it live, you can reap the benefits of your mercy when they come for you anyway. We can't be the first to have tried."

The fiery eyes in the skul rolled up toward the vetala. A clawed hand rested on her shoulder, attached to most of a headless dracolich that had picked his way through the crowd and the fish and the charred plants. "Thanks, Amrita, I was looking everywhere for that."

Amrita stared at Calder as he wandered by, the anger in her eyes deflating for only a moment.

"W-well yeah, but I mean...after we talk to it." The ghoul frowned and fidgeted, frustrated beyond belief and only barely able to contain it. Her attention then turned to Bul, trying to process what he was saying; if it died they'd get stronger in retaliation. If it lived, they'd be stronger since they'd know what the Hunter had told them today. She pondered over this rock-and-hard-place they were in, her lips so pursed they made a thin, sometimes thoughtfully wriggling line.

That was when the head in her hands seemed to come to life, and she held it out for people to see clearer; especially to see that it was definitely not her...especially for those who knew what she could do with a corpse and their vocal cords.

"Either way, they're going to get stronger, and they're going to come after us." The Vetala submitted hesitantly, agreeing to that part at least. "But we're getting stronger too, and I think we should take what we can...starting with that one's life." There was a near-growl to her voice as she pointed at the unconscious Hunter.

Jericho and Shun had also chimed in, and suddenly she was starting to feel better about speaking up; none of this letting-it-live bullshit! There were four of them for 'death' now, and they hadn't won yet but it was nice to hear that others agreed, even though they had suggested it before she did.

"You're welcome, Aymet." She murmured, offering a sheepish smile before turning to offer his head back to him. "And...Thank you." For agreeing with her, and speaking up too. Then, Mitsu gave something that made her pause.

"Sure, take him back to Halloween...but make sure you're done talking to him here..." She kept why to herself, though...