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Sparrow Heartreed had not done much for SEEDS and he felt rather useless as a member. Which was why, a week after returning home to Amityville from the disastrous events at the Isles, he did not hesitate to reply to the text message sent to him anonymously - and hopefully this would give him something to do, to occupy himself with something other than all of his convoluted thoughts that kept raging inside of his head. Sparrow could feel the Insanity in his head beginning to dissipate, the voices growing less prominent, but it did not stop him from being slightly apprehensive all the same.

It took him a while to figure out where the the room was that they were all meeting in, the instructions given followed to a T as Sparrow took his time getting there. He had not wanted to get lost, and let out his breath in a relieved sigh when he rounded a corner into the room and heard familiar voices. The room felt dusty and dark, and Sparrow pushed aside the cloth at the door, stepping silently in, his eyes sweeping over the people already there. Some he recognized, such as Xiu and the reaper, Vaith, and it made him feel a bit more relaxed.

But only a bit.

"...good afternoon," said Sparrow to the baku, offering first her, and then Vaith, a tired smile before he went and stood beside Mot, the boil he could remember meeting once or twice before. He did not know the reaper well, but he looked just as apprehensive as Sparrow felt, and at least that was something.

More students were filing in now. A few of them were giving him certain looks once he noticed their eyes drifting to his wings. But it was Amrita who had actually voiced anything out. With a sort of grimace, Jericho glanced down at himself.

"It... It is."

He could only assume she was talking about Insanity. A good portion of them at this point knew what it was and what it looked like after all.



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As per usual, Shun had trouble with the text. He knew it was from the admin, so he had to get it deciphered ahead of time... as well as get some help with the return message. Thank Jack for having Mitsu help him with these things. It worked out too, seeing how she had a horrible sense of direction. She told him what the texts said, and he led her to the meeting point.

Upon entering, he noticed that quite a few others were here already. Also, it was rather notable that a certain dragon had graying features. With a frown, he moved away from the door with his wolf before casting Lizzy a glance, wondering what the reason for calling them all together here was for.

From the looks of things, it wasn't just couriers coming.

Reaching out Mitsu took Shun's hand, giving it a light squeeze as her eyes continued to look over the students who had gathered. Next in line was Malodore and she gave the plague doctor a small wave hearing him mention that the insanity wasn't contagious. Was it not? Surely the doctor would know best, he had been around Jericho far longer than the rest of them.

Turning to Shun for a moment Mitsu gave her reaper a weak smile before pulling away to head toward Jericho. She felt terrible now for the way she had acted toward him. If she had only known. Why hadn't he said anything?

"J-Jericho?" Mitsu said softly to get his attention as she approached. She tried to look as meek and non-threatening as possible. An easy task with as small of a form she had. "I'm....I'm sorry. For the way I treated you before." Her eyes went to his wings again before quickly glancing away turning back toward his eyes. "I had no idea." She looked worried not wanting the same thing to happen to Jericho. They weren't close by any means but Mitsu didn't want to lose any more of her classmates.

A part of Jericho was wondering if he should have donned the cloak, seeing how he was getting a fair bit of attention right now. When a blonde reaper went up to approach, he frowned for the moment as it sounded like he was going to point out the insanity as well. Only, he ended up saying something else completely.

"Dragon dude?" he blinked while staring at the Reaper. This was no dragon, though he soon noticed his familiar, which was some sort of dragon indeed. Ah. That explained it.

"Jericho," he replied weakly before looking between Vaith and Note. The little dragon was interesting to say in the least. It was very different from how he was made up.

Hearing another approach him, he turned to see Mitsu approach. A little uncomfortably, he shifted his wings a bit closer to himself.

"It's... alright. Not a problem," he murmured. All the staring and whatnot was making him nervous. More and more he was starting to think that this had been a mistake. Perhaps he should flee right now. Junko's cry certainly did not help with this feeling. Too many people were seeing him. Too many. Someone could rat him out. Throw him to the boogies.

And thus, he was slowly stepping back towards the door.

Mitsu seemed to realize her mistake though a little too late. While she had tried to apologize it seemed the attention was unwanted. She could remember how on edge she had been with only the whispers and murmurs so no doubt Jericho was wound tighter than a drum. "S...sorry." She said softly taking a few steps back to give him some distance.

Sadly her gaze fell back to Shun before it met with the floor. She really wasn't very good at this. Sighing lightly Mitsu made her way toward Junko, Xiu, and Lizzy kneeling next to Junko first since the ghoul seemed to be distressed. "Junko? Are you okay?"

Malodore received a nod and the ghost of a smile; it's words were reassuring, and she was thankful for them. As terrible as the affliction was, it seemed somewhat contained - somewhat. "Thaank yoou." She tried to give it a brighter smile, and then turned towards Jericho as he confirmed what she had feared.

"Iii...I aam so sorry..." The Vetala breathed out as a blanket apology to both Jericho and Malodore before dropping her gaze to the floor. When she looked up again she noticed Junko's fidgeting, everyone's downcast mood; this was...not going to be an easy meeting, was it? She didn't blame Jericho for wanting to flee, but she hoped he would stay; he was important, and they needed to help him too. "Iif...iif theere is aanythiing Iii caan do..." The offer hung in the air, both to leave it open ended on purpose as well as to not strain what was left of her voice too much. She was sure many had offered, but she wanted to as well. They hadn't talked much, but Jericho had saved her a few times in the past, enough for her to consider him a friend. As a friend, even a distant one, helping was the least she could do to try and stop his fate from matching Riley's.

Jericho's distress became blatantly apparent, and Amrita didn't know what to do. What should she say? Was there anything she could say? Was it even proper to say anything at all? She searched her mind for something, anything, to say;

"Iii saaww theere waas a new kiind of flaamiing baat wiing at the malll?" She informed Jericho lamely, trying desperately to change the subject. That was what he'd eaten that one day when she treated him, right? It was lame, but she hoped it was something...at least it was something normal.

Oh jack! No! She didn't want to upset Jericho! As he began to move toward the door Junko started to stand, stopping when Malodore stopped him. "I'm sorry, Jericho. I just..ah...I..I didn't know you..." Just like Riley. Just. Like. Riley. No. Nononono. Not him too. No. This was bad. No. No more! Junko cleared her throat and sat back down, nervously smoothing out the skirt of her dress. Another one of her gifts from Invictus, the soft purple one that made her feel like a princess. These dresses brought her comfort, a gift from a friend who wanted her to do well, who believed in her.

You can do this, Junko.

She looked up with a start as someone sat down beside her, calming down as she realized it was just Mitsu. Junko smiled, nodding her head. "I'm okay. Just..nervous." She looked out toward the gathering students before turning her gaze back to Mitsu. "This is the first time I've been out of my room in a week, not including traveling between my own room and Seiji's room." Junko admitted quietly, squeaking as a hand was put on her shoulder. A long tendril of hair instinctively wrapped itself around Sammy's wrist and squeezed, releasing once Junko had calmed down and realized who it was. It's just Sammy. It's okay. She laughed at her own silliness and shook her head. It's just Sammy. It's just. Sammy. And Mitsu.

"I'll be okay." Just because they were home meant nothing. They'd gotten in here before. They'd hidden among their students, among their faculty. Right under their noses.

Junko shuddered. "And you? You're all feeling okay...?" Eh? What was that she heard about flaming bat wings? Junko blinked. "I have a recipe for those...I can make them if someone wants them."

Come a bit later she did. Following the instructions, Hel navigated her way through the monster dorms with little to no trouble, stepping into the room and doing a sweep of the students that had gathered so far. Just out of habit, she of course ended up gravitating towards Mot, and another reaper she was very fond of happened to be there as well! The ghoul squeezed herself between the cowboil and Sparrow, offering a nod of her head to Mot before looking over at the other grim reaper.

“Sparrow.” She greeted. “Good to see you alright…all things considered…” She did another sweep of the room, and this time her eyes were drawn to Jericho and she stilled.

No…was that…?