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All unasked questions were put on pause as another great beast rose from the ground to rain terror and violence upon them. Hadiyya had been expecting it, but still she'd given a startled cry as those long claws unfurled and began swiping at their classmates and friends. Just as before though, the gathered students and those that were there to protect them had managed to bring the beast down, with her dear Sharra delivering the final blow.

Sadly though, it wasn't the recently fallen beast, nor the worry of another that twisted her stomach into uneasy knots. It was the interactions between her nergal and the fae boil that inspired anxiety within her.

The delicate frown was back as she watched them talk, picking up words here and there that were not at all comforting. Each time her boilfriend turned back to glance her way he'd find the unhappy expression 'pon exotic features more and more unhappy, and quite steadily growing in suspicion. With their history, what they'd only so recently been able to move past, it was woefully easy for the nergal to p***k at the djinn's emotions.

She understood very little of what was going on. Only that the bewinged boil hadn't fed properly and Sharra was worried. Then he'd reached out and touched him, palm to his cheek, and Hadiyya couldn't help but notice the change that befell the nergal boil. She didn't like what was happening, not at all. Never before had she ever felt stirrings of jealousy, she'd never had a need for them, but they were there now.

And they were certainly there as Marosa leaned in and stole a kiss from her boilfriend. A kiss that was not entirely unreturned.

That was it, the djinn had had enough. Three long strides had closed the distance between them, and she'd reached out to tear the two about when SHarra had stepped back himself to turn and reassure her that all that was happening was mundane. The marid glowered at him, angry now as she hadn't been since she'd walked him walking back to school from the huanted house some months back.

"This happens?" She asked, gesturing between them to indicate the kiss. There as a fine hiss to the ghoul' words, but her voice was low. There was a crowd around them, and she had no intentions of airing dirty laundry in front of the entire school. "If this happens sometimes, then we are in need of a talk, Sharra. Badly." IT wasn't often the djinn got truly angry, but when she did she wore it well. Glowing eyes were blazing.

It was pretty much inevitable that the Lotus Eater would tap out, and face the repercussions of the trifecta of being very high, terribly wounded, and dodging death three or so times. It must have happened near the end of her last attack that she'd just faded off to the side to watch, fully confident her friends and peers had this covered.

She was extremely happy to note that she was right.

And, now that she'd rested a little, she was (though still pretty high) more or less feeling happier. She used this opportunity to spy Muka spying on a trio of ... well, whatever was going on over there, Mar was pretty certain it was none of her business.

So she used his focus to attempt to creep up on him for a tackle-hug from behind.

Muka was so engrossed that he was easily attacked from behind. He jumped, flailed, and feathers flew everywhere. Eventually it just lapsed into manic giggling as his head spun around to see who it was.

"Oooh!" He grinned and bumped his large head against Amarus' since he could hardly hug her with the ghoul hanging on his back. "How are you, oh warrior ghoul?"

His head turned back to peer at the domestic confrontation. Another head turn to Amarus and he 'whispered', "Trouble in paradisse! hee!"

"If you are injured.. I can carry you!" The ghost was hardly a weight to the monster boil. He even shifted and shook until she was settled right in the center of his wings, where his shoulders dipped into a bit of a fluffy crevice. "I do not mind." He was also sure Needle didn't mind him helping an injured friend.

At her suggestions about the trio they were observing, the owl simply snickered more. With his keen hearing he'd taken in enough of their conversation to feel slightly informed. "I have a feeling theres a bit of aaaah.. high.. going on already. I wonder what happens if you mix them!?"

Shun had just about been ready to continue on, once he was back to his feet, but there was no need for this as a couple of others went on to finish it off instead. Feeling a sense of relief, he dropped back down to his knees, just trying to take some time to recover. He was battered and worn down, and he really hoped that was the last of it now.

Of course, then two students had to go off... one was crying about it? Furrowing his brow, he watched them, only to see the fact that they had actually revived the damn thing.

The creature was dealt with quickly, but the Reaper was still very unhappy with the two. Given his current state, his tolerance level for such things were not all too great. Not really caring that Selene was approaching them right now, he shadowstepped over towards Zeek to reach out and try to slam him to the ground.

"What the hell did you think you're doing?" he asked sharply, though lowly.

Muka perked when Mot inquired. He somehow enjoyed having a little info for people, the act of gossip was too much fun.

"Well.." His eyes blinked unevenly. "The spikey boil was with Yaya but then the faerie wings boil came over and he and the spoikey boil kissed.. Something about feeding.. and the effects.." He made a hooting 'oooooooh' sound. His hearing was keen, some of the best, but it didn't mean he fully understood it all.

There was something interesting, she could tell by the way a few voices carried in the air (or well, maybe two interesting things happening) and she was obviously missing it by staring at the sky instead of all of them.

It took a little bit of effort, shaky limbs she didn't realize she had to roll over and push herself to a seated position. Olivia hadn't mustered up enough to get herself to her feet just yet but if they were going to be here a little while longer (especially with a show) then sitting didn't seem all too bad an option.

Olivia set her eyes on as many targets as she could, without having to move her head too much. And watched. OuO

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Olivia is watching you, you be so entertaining OuO