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Shun was quick to swat the blonde's hand away when she reached to poke him in the face.

"The name is Shun," he said lowly before letting out a sigh. This girl must have no brains or something along those lines. He was pretty convinced of this now, "You don't know what it means to reap, do you? No. We aren't bloody killing anyone. This is the ******** clean up crew."

He glanced down at the list given to him, then shoved it over at the blonde.

"Here."

It was not the first time something mysterious had woken the djinn, nor would it be the last. Glowing eyes cast blue shadows in the dark as she blinked up at the ceiling of Marosa's room, and for just a moment she wasn't sure what had roused her. Then she heard it, a murmur, a whisper. Soft words in the night that urged and beckoned, asking for help. It was enough to draw the ghoul up, sheets pooling in her lap, and she lifted a hand to lay it gently on the bare back of the boil that had been sleeping beside her. "Rosa?" Uncertainly she glanced down, watching him in the dimness for any signs that he'd heard as well, then she moved from between the tangle of blankets to slip from the bed.

Clothing was retrieved from where it was folded on a dresser, the ghoul dressing in the dark before creeping quietly to the door. It was louder now, that call for help. It echoed oddly through her mind, but the room remained silent.

Just a peek, that's what she told herself as she let herself out of the room and headed down the hall. She would follow that voice, see what it wanted, and then... And then.

It was the Haunted House, of course, and the ghoul stopped to stare up at that dark, looming shadow in the haze. Nothing good had ever come from crossing that decaying threshold, but still she lingered, just outside. Here was where her Marosa caught up to her, his hand sliding into her's as he came to stand beside her. Woken, either from her absence, or from the voices as well.

She'd offer him a smile, uncertain, but reassuring, before they moved forward, together.

What came next was unexpected. A vast, crumbling landscape, rising up, and tearing into the ground itself. It was breath stealing, and dark fingers tightened in the fae's warm hold before the unusual sight of a building drew her eye. There was no answers there, only more questions, and a long hall bustling with bodies all around them. Shuffling them along, dismissive and flippant, until finally a worried looking demon offered something in explination.

"But we're not.." Hadiyya started to protest, but she fell quiet as she was talked over, and a thin lipped glance was passed to her boilfriend as they finally found themselves in the presences of other students. "Now what?"

Poppy? An intern? Unless that was some strange new word for Mother F--king princess, it was so not happening. Popo silently demanded the respect and authority she deserved, bu instead was quietly ushered away to do some sort of chores.

Um, excuse you?

Princess. Not hired help.

Hand to face.

It was hard to process everything that was going on.

Li Shou clung tightly to his beloved plush Mao-Mao as he wandered into the agency, multicolored eyes bewildered by the suffocating tedium that bled from this place. Paperwork, suits, coffee... None of these things were suitable for a young boil who only desired the finer things in life.

The look he was given by what one could only assume was the head honcho caused his skin to crawl, and being told to take care of remedial tasks made his blood boil. He followed the nervous creature in a huff, folding his arms indignantly as he was left alone before he could even utter a word of complaint.

"Do you even know who I am?!" He shouted as if it would resummon his 'instructor'. "The nerve." With a huff, he glanced around the area, eyes settling on some sort of demon ghoul. They both shared a very similar disgruntled look.

Li Shou's curious stare turned into a look of disgust when she scrunched her nose. What was SHE looking at? Nasty little troll. Probably some filthy street urchin looking to squeeze the pennies from this undoubtedly big wig company.

Her mocking gestures were met with a sneer. Oh. So that's how it was going to be.

Two could play at this game.

The boil shuffled his plush to one hand and used the pointer finger of the other to pull down the skin under his eye, his own tongue blowing raspberries at her. You suck, smelly ghoul.

“Umm… Hey Llyr.” Pachua said quietly as he crept into the busy room. The smell of coffee was, interesting as even a vague draw because of what had so recently transpired involving burnt coffee pots as a sort of…accessory to the events. But he liked hot chocolate well enough so long as it had the right ingredients. Most people made it rather sweet around here, which he thought was more an acquired taste than what his own family tended to include, but he wasn’t going to complain regardless.

It seemed to be one strange situation after another since his return to the school. The fact that he almost felt like he was starting to take it in stride was perhaps NOT a good sign.

“…Are we interns?” He asked after a moment, the question was quiet like he was afraid it might be greeted with laughter.

“… I don’t think I remember this much happening last time I was at school.”

Popo gasped in shock, the flames lighting up her entire form for an instant. "YOU VILE PEASANT!" She screeched, stomping toward the stupid boil wit kitty ears. "Princess! Never ugly!" She shoved her finger at his nose to push him back. "Filthy feline!"

Little paupers aught to learn their place.

Li Shou liked that reaction. It had been exactly what the boil had been aiming for. A cocky grin spread across his face.

Then a familiar word struck him. Peasant. Peasant?! That was HIS word to call people! "I'm no peasant! You're the peasant!" The small boil screeched, taking a step back after Popo stuck her finger in his face. He'd show her! He'd use his special little ability to steal her heat and-

Then there was a wall between them. A fleshy wall.

The cait sith stared up at the woman with contempt in his eyes, then attempted to walk around her. "This is an A B conversation, so C your way out of it." Cliche and childish. It was the perfect thing for someone like him to say.