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Belladonna's remark about Valentino's name was quite lost upon him and so he started to answer her rhetorical question "How does one steal a name? My name is a collection of hereditary titles, my godfather's name, and the patriarchal & matriarchal families I am descended from." If only he could remember who his family was, (or anything else about the his old life) he would've attempted to explain it in more detail to Belladonna.

At Belladonna's remark about his off-world origins, Valentino tried his best to answer. "Yes I am undead, that means I was once a-" Suddenly Belladonna was upon him, more specifically, upon Mr. M.

"M-Mr. M. is part of a much larger machete." Valentino struggled to answer her new question. He was also struggling to not go into a panicked fit as Belladonna continued to hold Mr. M. He was the only link Valentino had to his soul, and as soon as Belladonna released Mr. M., Valentino quickly put Mr. M. under his shirt.

It was clearly apparent that Belladonna wouldn't stop asking Valentino questions, neither would she stop to let him answer. The minute he tried to answer one of her questions, she would ask another. Now she wanted to ask him a 'Personal question'? She had already been as personal with Valentino as he had ever been with someone, no-one else had ever held Mr. M.

"My head? what about my head? is there something broken?" Valentino quizzically asked as he picked up a few of his syringes. They were mercifully still intact. "Also, where is your cat? I was going to apologize to him with a dead mouse, don't cats like dead mice?" Valentino asked while he picked up the last syringe before Belladonna stepped on it.

At Belladonna's words, about other voices in Valentino's head, something started to ring true in Valentino's mind. He wasn't sure what, but he almost had his finger upon it, why did Belladonna think he heard other voices?

Right as that thought crossed his mind, all the tools started to shout in unison, "NO no no! Nothing is wrong with your head." Their yelling was deafening. Forgetting everything, Valentino clapped his hands over his ears. Valentino winced as he felt something akin to pain, their shouts were about to burst his eardrums.

It didn't stop there however, everyone continued to yell, but their new message took a darker tone, "If that witch doesn't stop snooping, there will be consequences."

"But Belladonna's trying to help, I don't think her actions warrants violence on my part." Valentino meekly tried to reminded everyone. The whole situation was becoming very disturbing, even for Valentino. Something was bothering his friends, and they were being very protective, not only of him, but of themselves. As the volume of their shouting decreased, Valentino increasingly becoming annoyed. They were still yelling, but their once organized message was becoming jumbled as everyone tried to say something different. This was Valentino's moment, not only to defend Belladonna, but for him to assert his authority. "You are all my friends, but Belladonna is my friend as well; and I'm not going to hurt her just because she is trying to help." Valentino confidently asserted.

Suddenly, Valentino momentarily lost control over his left arm, the one that possessed Sally. By its own volition, his left arm shot out, Sally's tip pointing right at Belladonna. Valentino thought he heard Sally menacingly hiss at Belladonna.

As quickly it had started, the cacophony of shouts and threats ceased. Valentino had control of his arm again, and the woods were silent. Valentino took a step away from Belladonna feeling dizzy for a short moment.

Valentino then realized that he couldn't remember what had bothered everyone so much, the whole experience had been wiped from his memory. The only thought that Valentino could remember from the past few moments was, 'Belladonna shouldn't ask me about my head.'

Trying to salvage his conversation with Belladonna, Valentino switched subjects to one of the few things from their conversation that didn't bother anyone, "So you like gardening too?" He asked, flashing her the best smile he could muster.

"Well, this is awkward" Sally commented. Her input was wholly unnecessary however, Valentino knew full well that there was no chance that tonight's events wouldn't replay over and over in his head. Already he sensed the loss in his memory, whatever had transpired during those lost minutes, would've explained why Belladonna's attitude towards him had changed from hellfire to apprehension. At least she was talking about the soil, Valentino knew soil.

"I was thinking that most of this soil is relatively rich in nutrients." Valentino explained why taking a deep breath in. "The compost heap's hardy smell tells us it's near peak nutrient saturation." Valentino gave a big smile, thinking that if school never worked out for him, he could always fall back upon farming.

Noticing her lack of digging gear, Valentino ventured to offer her his spare equipment. "If you want, I have some spare gloves and maybe an apron, I always carry extra, You never know when your going to to need them." Valentino gave his smile, unfortunately this one was forced, his stain removers were for blood, not dirt. He did the math, and after tonight, Valentino would need to do laundry if he wanted to own any unstained clothes.

Valentino pursed his lips, he didn't know if this was some sort of trap, was Belladonna a spy? He didn't think that he had been that bad, in fact he had only been caught a few times. This was a dilemma, he wanted to trust Belladonna, but Sally already didn't trust the Witch. However, it was time to take a risk, Valentino didn't want to have to only talk to his tools. That was not a fun prospect for Valentino, his tools could be petty when he needed them to be kind and loud when he needed silence. He decided to tell the truth, what was the worst that could happen?

"The school? It is so strange, everyone seems to be crazy, especially the teachers." He stated, it was mostly the truth. Valentino was sure that there were sane people at this school, he just hadn't met any of them yet.

Valentino was about to continue talking when he noticed Belladonna was unpacking. He had never seen magic preformed before, he stopped and stood still, waiting to see what would happen.