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Excellent. The pendants were indeed working, and they were working successfully. She was already writing down notes, as no Lifer was complete without their hastily drawn up notes.

"You may put them down." There was a short pause as she waited for them to settle. "All three of you, tell me any of your past conditions. Anything from injuries to disabilities, feelings and circumstances. Anything that may inhibit this study further. Additionally, include any attempts or successful manifestations of demonic contracts." It was. in many ways like a medical exam. However, for Ami it was more of an inventory examination. She needed to know if her toys were broken before she played with them.

Very poignantly, she tapped the pendants with the end of her pen. A subtle reminder that if they didn't volunteer the information, it could very easily be procured.

Jil gritted her teeth now, trying her hardest not to speak after her arm had dropped. Her small hands clenched in and out of fists.

"I.." She fought it. "I am perfect." Because in her mind that was the absolute truth. "I am the epitome of my race, which is perfection. It is against our customs to make contracts.." She fought it again momentarily, her small head even shaking with the effort, "before reaching adulthood."

It seemed enough information. Nothing else bubbled out of her and if it wanted to, she'd succeeded in holding it back. Her pink eyes drifted to her two companions and then venomously back to Ami.

Perfection. Strange how one could take a word and twist it so violently. To Ami, Jil was the farthest thing from perfection one could manifest.

However, seeing as she had given the most detail, Ami chose to focus on her. "Your customs forbade it? Why is that?" Xavier was stammering something, but he was clearly lying. Although there could be truth in him never having made a contract, he contradicted himself by saying he knew nothing about it. One couldn't know nothing about it when he knew he hadn't made one.

"Don't worry," Ami replied, unaffected by Jil's death glare, "Just because you haven't made one does not mean you can't be useful."

She looked back to the other two. "Any other information you wish to provide about yourself? Anything at all, don't be shy." Her page of notes was already reaching down to the bottom. So much NEW INFO.

"Because it is tradition you spindly limbed idiot!" Why were traditions the way they are? Because a long time ago some group of people settled on it and decided not to change it. If Jil had some further knowledge of the reasoning, she wouldn't be willing to share, but she imagined making demonic contracts were a bit like those driving licenses the other teens wanted. It just wasn't responsible to put that power into a child's hands.

"Tell us about you." Jil hissed a false coo. "All about you. Since we are all," she snarled, "new friends."

Jil absorbed the information and said nothing more. She gave Ami the harshest of glares, and hardly seemed ruffled by the threats on their lives. Both of her companions in the cell were not exactly on the radar for Jil to be concerned about their safety, but in the grand scheme it may be necessary to cooperate in order to escape.

She wondered if her natural abilities would work, but hadn't yet tried. The beholder didn't want to do too much in front of the hunter immediately.

Once more she lapsed into silence (and glaring).

Now that they had all gone quiet, Ami very happily grinned. "Excellent. I'm glad I've answered any questions you might have." After all, she just existed to serve. "Enjoy your night."

A small hatch opened in the wall of the quarantine, tossing 3 small FEAR candies into the cell. Ami had been against feeding the creatures, but protocol demanded it, so as to prolong the experiment's longevity. As quickly as it had opened, it shut. Once again the wall was sealed, and there was no indication any sort of opening had ever existed.

The lights went dark, and the humming ceased. A small click indicated that the micropones had been turned off, and after a short shuffling, the observation room seemed to be empty as well.

Once again, they were cast into darkness.

"Halloweener's don't die." Jil's voiced hissed in the dark with slight disgust at the very idea of death. She had no idea about the things the hunters did. She didn't know about weaponization. She didn't know about cores. She had no reason at all to be worried.

The most she could worry about is failing her colony by never getting revenge.

With the lights out the others may only hear a noise. There was a clink as her skull pin was thrown down, another hiss as she realized she was locked into this human form. Then the sound of a zipper, a rustle of fabric hitting the floor, and then a glow in the darkness.

Jil sat illuminated in the darkness. Her coat-dress had been shed and underneath she wore a strapless bodysuit. The pale, bare skin of her neck and collar bone had split to reveal several mismatched eyes peering from around the red pendant she wore. They opened silently, each one different, glowing in different colors that lit the ghoul up like someone about to tell a scary story. The light tossed strange distorted shadows around their cell but the spooky atmosphere was much more like home than the sterile white of the lit room.

"It appears my abilities are locked." She stated calmly. "I cannot shift to my true form.. nor can I use my eyebeams." Xaejil held out her hand, another eye opening in her palm. She looked like she was trying to make it do something but it just rolled idly before closing again.

"Would you like to attempt to escape?" She tilted her head at Sludge now, who seemed the most physically equipped for a violent assault.