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Sometimes the pain of need would become unbearable. Callix careened carelessly from room to room, sniffing the air with a famished fury. His wings tried to knock back any horror that may come too near, though he did sustain some nicks and cuts from flailing corpses and animated furniture.

He was about to claw past the entertainment room completely, until a certain presence occupied his senses. Feverishly, he turned to threshold that held the presence. Two there, one alive, one hollow. The scent of alive filled his feral nostrils, warmth and light filling his vision. Dusty was of no concern to him (though, you know, being Dusty and all, she should have been.). Lethe was all that mattered now, and he crawled along the floor to try and get to her.

"Iwillhaveyou." he hissed through clenched teeth, reaching out to her.

The sound arrested Dustin's attention at once; her eyes caught Callix's visage, disheveled and scruffy as it was, and her sword came up. Any other action, she might require an order from her master for; but she knew her purpose, and that was to protect.

(The fact that Lethe seemed to be asking her to do this anyway, just meant she could take great zeal in her work.)

The sword swished down towards the incubus's face, a calculated attack to back him off while the deerkitten interposed her body between the monster and her Lady and Liege. Her face, passive and unbothered, tilted down to the red-headed boy as she stomped one hoof lightly at his hand on the ground, reasserting her control. She would not abide his threat, and the only way she had to communicate that now was through her attacks. If he misread it as anything other than stalwart determination, then perhaps it would be his life that was the price for it.

Lethe turned briefly from the battle, knocking stacks of DVDs and video games over as she frantically searched for something -- anything -- to defend herself if it came to it.

She paused reflexively when Callix spoke, having just decided to try throwing the small boxes at him instead, to better hear his words over the clatter. She climbed up onto the table, standing up, and finally turned back to eye him warily, having shoveled an armful of the makeshift 'weapons' into her skirts.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?!" She demanded of the creature, trying to look her most threatening but ultimately deciding to leave that up to Dustin, as she seemed to have a better handle on the beating up part of the whole torture and interrogate thing.

Leveling the wooden blade towards the older Fa'e, as though she might stab out and impale him on the blunt end at the slightest of moves, Dustin stared blankly to the boy that was supposed to be her friend. No recognition, concern, or confusion crossed her face; only a direct purposefulness. She did not, however, leap out to strike again. Callix was of little danger now.

"You," Lethe drawled, "Are on trial."

Dropping the books, she jumped from the table to the floor and began to pace expertly from one end of the room to the other. All aspects of the HQ -- the rooms, the missing Seung, her chicken-headless Guardian -- had temporarily been brushed from her immediate thoughts.

Finally she halted and pointed a single finger dramatically at the red-haired Fa'e. "You, Callix... Fa'e... um... PROMETHEUS, are accused of foul play, and ripping my dress, and being really, really weird!"

Blandly, Dusty stood her post. No doubt, she was waiting for an order from Lethe before taking any further action, in regards to Callix or anything else about the situation.

Lethe, though momentarily startled by the sudden flash of music, thankfully forgot to jump. See?! Even the television agreed with her! "Yes, a trial!" She repeated forcefully, wagging her outstretched finger at him with the slight annoyance that he was so easily changing the subject.

"No, I haven't seen you -- you were the one who ran away with her -- and left me and Dusty behind -- and then you attacked us!" Well, Dustin also attacked Callix, but that was ok: Dustin was exempted from trial because Lethe said so.

"Dusty is--" but she had to halt and break off there, fixing the smaller girl with a confused look. To be honest, she had no idea what had happened to her. "There was a thing. And then it trapped Dusty, and it.. it ate her. Then it puked her back up, and she beat it up, and since then I guess she and her tongue are mad at each other because she hasn't been talking."