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"Heirs?" Wait no, he knew about them. He had not met one personally that he could recall, but he had heard a bit about them and was fairly certain that he had seen them around at one point or another. I am fairly certain that they attend school here," he confirmed. "I do not know them really, but I have seen them and they do not look that different than us. I believe they are supposed to be rather unique however." He shrugged, "They were here before I got here."

Well, not exactly the most stunning or useful interview, but he had done it. The words were barely out of his mouth when Alexander jerked on his hand. He had been so busy with the interview that he had not noticed that the zomboil had started moving again, and he stumbled a bit as he tried to keep his balance. Holding hands in a crowd was supposed to be useful. So that they did not get lost and separated. It was not so nice when it came to being almost pulled off balance.

Which brought back memories of the zomboil jerking him off balance on the beach. Yin closed his eyes at the memory, now next to the zomboil again. All he wanted to do was get back to his room really, forget food or strategizing or whatever they had come to the school for. He just wanted to be alone. At least here he could pass off any discomfort he showed as being part of the crowd and questioners. At least no one in their group had been swallowed by the swarms of reporters yet.

Alex, who had normally had no problems with crowds, was actually starting to get slightly irritated with the jostling, the pushing, the flashing lights, the sounds. Hearing Mort growl only made his own zombie instincts push forward, as though there was some danger to be attacked, and his own lip pulled back in a snarl. He pushed forward, standing strong with his group as they all held hands in a line now, monsters each separated by a zomboil in between. The going may have been slower this way, but at least they were all getting out of this mess together.

"Seriously can you just let us through, please?" He growled, eyes flashing dangerously and teeth snapping at the most recent mic pushed up to his face, causing the reporter to back up hastily and create some area for movement, which Alex gladly moved forward into.

The exit was in sight!

One last question was shouted out, louder then the rest. And Alex paused, tilting his head to the side as a smile spread across his face and a mischievous look glinted in his eye.

"I think...I'll ask them for dinner. A nice big dinner full of delicious raw meat and reporter's brains." He scoffed a laugh as he continued to push forward towards the doors.

Alexander was...not taking this well, not at all. Yin watched him carefully, rather concerned with the situation. When he snapped at the microphone it was all Yin could do not to wince. Not here. Not now. The zomboil had to stay in control. The phantom sensation of teeth ghosting over his shoulder was beginning to block out almost any other thought until he saw Alexander smiling again. It was not exactly his normal smile, but at least he was no longer snarling and gnashing his teeth.

What was the question again? Oh, something to ask the Four Clans for? Was that what the winning group actually won? He pondered how to answer the question. He had just about everything he needed, there were clothes on his back and he no longer needed to eat. The only thing he truly worried about was the safety of others.

"I would request two bodyguards," he finally decided. "One for Princess Eva, though she is safe enough. She could use the extra care and attention I am sure. And the other for..." He glanced at Alexander. The zomboil who would probably not appreciate if Yin announced that he wanted him protected. "The other one would be for someone important to me." Could they please just make it outside now?

Alex, that meal sounded delicious right about now. Oh Jack. Yin's did too (well, sound good, not delicious): couple of body guards to burly themselves a path so they could just go somewhere to relax. But to do the games again? He could admire Chuppi's resolve, but there was no way in hell Mort was going to return to that beach willingly - and who knew how much worse the trials would get?

But it still fell back to the reporter's question: what would he ask for?

Too many variables flew through the zomboil's mind. Too little time, too many people, too many different wants and wishes of varying realistic scopes. Not even a "nothing" like Taryn had answered would suffice, because it wasn't nothing he wanted: no, Mort wanted many things. But these were not things he would share with tabloids, let alone easily speak in public to begin with.

So Mort simply stayed quiet and let the question pass with a tiny shrug, tightening his grip on both ghouls. He just wanted out, was that too hard to ask? A place to sit, calm and quiet, away from the rabble, and get his head back on straight. No really, he was pretty sure his neck was a little unstable after all that throwing around, and he was sure there were some wounds each of them would need attending to, one way or another.

Gaaah . . . This was the worst.

"On it," murmured the zomboil to Taryn, picking up speed towards the exit Alex had spotted. In fact, he would almost drag the team if they didn't adjust quickly enough, how determinedly he pushed himself forward. Mort's legs were protesting something awful, but he refused to subject himself or his team to further inane questioning - plus, well, he wasn't in the mood to even answer them. With his head swimming full of memories, old emotions, conflicts past and present . . . Well, it was lucky for the Honey Badgers that Mort didn't simply snap.

Flashing lights apparently made him angry enough to show it, but not enough to cause a scene. Or maybe that was just because his hands were full at the time.

Either way, Team Honey Badgers would soon be up and out of the crowded hallway, where they could find some respite and, hopefully, some peace.