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"Isra, th-s is a s-rpr-se par-y for l-arn-ng thin-gs." the voice in Bul's phone echoed louder. She couldn't contact Isra through his number because... well Bul didn't have his number in his phone anyway. "It is y-ur missi-n sh-uld you ch--se to accep-t," Pepin giggled foreboding.

Bul narrowed his eyes at the phone and stuffed the dial pad in his pants pocket while the screen stayed above the surface so Pepin could supposedly 'see' the rest of the group... at crotch height. (Which for Bul was well, pretty tall!)

The half beast then turned to Shun and Jericho with a raised brow, distate dripping in his voice as he spoke. "Listen your if your indifferences are going to cost us this opportunity? Then you'd best get the ******** back to your dorm," rather bluntly he took a spit to the side like any gross boil in high school. "We are Halloween for ******** sake."

Pepin merely "OooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOo"ed out of the garbled phone.

Israfel pouted at the reaper boil who's name he might have heard but was not sure so he assumed not. "WELL. It said mission and hunters and I thought it was going to be a party with everyone here and your pants are ripped you should take them off and let me fix them oh right Hi I am Israfel. Now take off your pants ripped pants are not fashionable unless you wish to be fashionably ugly."

Pepin's voice had him looking at Bul. "OH JACK HI PEP- wait-" Going around behind Bul he didn't see her. She wasn't floating either. "Where is Pepin?" He looked at his crotch. "Is Pepin in your pants?" Did she haunt his phone? PEPIN PHONE?

Israfel wanted a Pepin phone.

Turning towards Shehk, Jericho soon stared and blinked as she made a noise before... doing something with her ears. As one might expect, he did not know how to speak canine.

Sure, he might know a little vague ideas from dealing with some dogs before but... nothing anything really comprehensive outside of 'this dog is happy!' or 'this dog is being submissive' or 'this dog wants to rip my throat out'.

"What."

If anything, it was effective with distracting him from the reaper. Confusion was achieved.

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"... I'm not taking my pants off."

That was pretty much all Shun had to say to Israfel. He didn't care that his pants were ripped. That and he was not all that crazy about fashion or whatever. Furthermore, he was not about to take his pants off in the hall here. Closing his eyes, he let out a breath.

This was going to be quite a day. He could tell that much already.

At least Jericho got off of his case for now.

Finally, Shehk clarified what was going on. Maybe. Jericho didn't seem particularly happy about it though.

"We are focusing," he growled lowly, "He is a threat. We are simply keeping an eye on him... One wrong move..."

Frowning deeply, Jericho glanced from Shehk to Shun then back to Shehk, processing what she was saying here. There was a point here, but it wasn't easy to get past the wall of paranoia the insanity had built up for him. He didn't like this at all, but it seemed he would have to behave for the time being.

"Fine," he said somewhat gruffly. He'd back down a little, but he was still going to be wary of the reaper.

Mitsu had heard Invictus' disappointment. Heard it and disregarded it. The heir could be disappointed all he wanted. What it boiled down to was she was going to protect those she cared about even if that meant protecting Shun from Jericho. The growling had at least stopped as soon as Shun placed a hand on her shoulder, the petite lycan turning her head back for just a moment to look at Shun before her gaze was back on Jericho. She wasn't entirely sure she could trust him and she greatly wished he would just sit out. At this point he was likely to be a liability more than anything.

At least as the others filed in and told Jericho to calm down Mitsu felt her nerves settling. Once again she was reminded that not everyone upheld Jericho's skewed vision, though it made her wonder why he was so paranoid as of late.

The lycan was calmed even further as Shehk walked over to Jericho, apparently tending to the dragon's mood though he didn't seem to be picking up on her subtle speech. At least his focus was switched and Shehk seemed to do a well enough job of keeping him calm...er. That was enough for Mitsu to be able to focus on the true task and not have to look over her shoulder ever five seconds waiting for a red dragon to burst from the shadows.

Curiously though her ears pivoted toward Bul picking up a familiar voice. "Pepin?" Her sentences were all distorted was there something.....oh. Mitsu finally spotted the phone in Bul's pocket. It all made sense now.

Her attention was only diverted again when Israfel told Shun to take off his pants. "W...what?" O__O The normal Mitsu was starting to peek through again as she stood there blinking confused about what was going on exactly.

"Go-d morn-ng Mit-u!" Pepin replied to the ghoul, practically smashing her face to her 'camera' since she couldn't actually hug her. "My mobi-ity is - l-ttle lim--ed.." Well that was obvious enough. It was amazing she was able to see what was happening but from her view the quality was hardly desirable. Bul's phone just wasn't technologically advanced enough to produce a vivid enough picture for her.

Bul practically stumbled backwards as Mitsu made a pretty aggressive approach to his... pants. "I'm not a glowbug..." Bul replied weakly but was shut out by Pepin's garbled voice.

"I do sl-ep in a l-ptop!" she replied happily. "B-t I de-ided to c-me al-ng the safe-t way I c-uld an- that's th-ough this ph-ne." Pepin wasn't exactly the cowardly type but if they were going to run into any nets again she was not going to be frozen up this time.