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[Julian entering, group 9]
Julian's HP: 30

Maybe it was animal instinct, maybe it was the chill that went through him, or maybe it was just the cold, bound sensation all over his body. Whatever it was, Julian knew before he even opened his eyes that he was in a cage. He held his eyes closed with all of his will, fighting the urge to move. Wherever he was, someone had put him there, powers bound, and the last thing he needed was to lose the advantage he had. An unconscious captive was one who couldn't hear, and he was determined to eavesdrop for his location and the situation. And where Sin and Alcie were. Oh... Oh, no, Sin and Alcie. Were they here? Were they okay? He didn't seem hurt, were they? He felt so bad that he couldn't protect them, couldn't figure things out. He hadn't been able to help them on the slides, had been useless in the last room, and now this.

The sound of Sin's voice reached him and he hissed softly, what could have been just an exhale of breath. It was a sigh of relief, glad that she was nearby. And at the same time it was a soft warning to her.
"Sin, shhhh." It was barely audible or distinguishable from a soft, sleepy hiss.

Tybalt retreated further back into his cage as the cloaked reaper shook the cages of the other prisoners near by. He had been zapped once by accident, he did not need to be zapped again because this person was going to be careless and speaking of the reaper... he seemed oddly familiar. Short... with a large axe...

"Ah--it's you! You're the a*****e who attacked us!" he growled and moved a little closer.

He looked at the other four with an expression clearly saying 'I can't believe we got captured by this shorty!' before he turned his attention back to the midget parked in front of their cages.

So wait, was this going to be some interrogation?

"Okay then... Is that axe compensation? For your height, I mean." He asked dryly. It wasn't a serious question and he probably should have waited to chose a question that might have gotten them all more information... y'know something important. But right now? Tybalt felt like being an a**.

Ren slumped slowly back against the bars of his cage, feeling utterly exhausted. His hands, which had been taloned before being attacked, had shrunk back to regular, slightly rough hands, a dark tan with cinnamon spotted freckles spread out across his skin. Completely and utterly exhausted, his head spinning, he almost didn't notice that there were other students here - students that hadn't been in his group.

At least not until he heard an unfamiliar voice hiss "What in Jack's name is going on here?"

Ren's eyes opened, sliding sideways. It was strange; he felt weaker than he should have, his body feeling worn and ragged.

"Who's there..?" he mumbled, sliding down the side of the cage until he was lying on his side, wings curled against his back and feeling utterly pathetic.

There was a scuffling noise, a voice, and then -

Ren did not really have the energy to push himself to glower at the one who had caught them, the drained sort of miserableness he was sliding into making him want to scream in frustration. He heard Tybalt's angry growl, and slowly, with a great amount of effort, Ren shoved himself forcefully up into a sitting position, leaning, once more, back against the bars of his cage. He turned his head sideways, slowly, trying to see who the other students were. One of them he vaguely recognized; he'd seen Sin once or twice around school, but the other two he did not know.

His eyes moved back to the tiny little figure in front of them.

Are you the b*****d offspring of our headmistress? was the first question that came to his mind, but Ren very wisely chose not to ask this. Instead he flicked his gaze towards Gabrian, silently wondering what they should ask.

"Wait wait wait-" They held up a hand - "Let me get this straight. You are caged, trapped, facing inevitable death, might I add, and all you can think about is a jab about my height? Man you creatures are way less intelligent than I thought, it's like talking to a small child. And here my superiors told me that Fear was adapting - HA." Their snort nearly knocked them onto their back.

"Okay then, if you insist, the weapon I hold reflects my power. Does that help?" Their obscured, hooded face tilted to look at the prisoners. "Now, here is a question for me to you. Why are you here?"

Gabrian didn't really know Tybalt all that well, but he was quite certain that if they made it all out of this one alive, he'd want to get to know the black dog a bit better, just based on his behavior during the trip. The snippy (albeit childish, granted) question he ground out at the Reaper wannabe only served to cement the previous thought further. Alas, unfortunately he'd been too disorientated to really push forth and sort of logical question; he felt mildly worn out and like... something was missing. He felt hollow and not at all in a state to think about smart questions to ask.

He did manage to squint slightly when Ren turned to look at him and slowly shook his head from side to side, almost as if to tell his friend that he honestly had no idea what to think. Sin voice, which he promptly recognized, startled him and for some odd reason, it angered him to know the demoness had been captured too, for he was quite fond of her. She'd been one of the first students he'd met upon arrival and something about the fact caging a lady of her class did not sit well with him. Granted, Cora was also a ghoul, but the witch seemed more able to handle these sort of situations; at least in his mind.

As the Reaper-wannabe spoke, Gabrian watched Jove throw himself against the bars of the cage, and then attempted to get the pup's attention with a hiss, "Save your energy," it was not spoke, but rather, mouthed out for the pup see. Jack knew they would have to save what little energy they had in order to have a snowball's chance of... getting anywhere, really.

His head turned to Julian as the owl demon spoke up. He followed the other boil's words with a mild snort, "Field trip," he said simply. After all, that seemed like little information and like a perfectly innocent reason to be 'here'. Where ever 'here' was, "Who, or rather, what are you?"

Tybalt narrowed his eyes at the 'reaper'.

Inevitable death, huh? So they do plan on killing them. Not that he could say he was all surprised or anything, nor was this anything new for that matter. After all, they were faced with deadly situations every time the headmistress and the rest of the school staff purposely sent them all out on suicidal field trips.

"Yep. Can't think of anything else to say while looking at you. It just felt like the question had to be asked." He shrugged, ignoring the insult completely. It wasn't like he had never been called worse.

But reflecting his power..? Geez. He wasn't sure be worried about that or laugh. Because he couldn't tell if the axe was just large in comparison to this midget, or if this was truly someone with a lot more power than he had given them credit for and if the situation was worse than he had originally thought it to be.

"Hey wait a minute--wait wait wait!" He said, mimicking the 'reaper', complete with him also putting his hand up. "That was two questions Mr. Midget. You're breaking your own rules." He pointed out and crossed his arms over his chest.

(( Entering from Backyard ))

Davey wasn't looking forward to carrying out Clarice's errand. There was only one man who scared her that much and Davey didn't want to risk his wrath, either. He made sure his hood was pulled down completely, hiding his face in deep shadow. Rule number... something: avoid eye contact with the Doctor.

Pulling aside the tent flap, Davey peered in. No sign of the doctor. And the place looked like someone had attempted to tidy it since Caelius' temper tantrum. Here was to hoping that nothing important of the doctor's had been destroyed by the scythe - or if it had, that Davey could redirect the doctor's fury onto the head Death Hunter, not a mere trainee.

Satsified that he would die just for entering, Davey entered to tent. He ground to halt a few feet in, as he made his way around an empty cage to find a group of monsters.

... Sitting and talking with a short Hunter in one of the black 'reaper' cloaks. Well, this was awkward. Hovering at the back of the group, Davey stared at the other Hunter (it wasn't anyone he recognised, that was for sure).

"We're holding pleasant conversations with the monsters now?" he asked, a touch of confusion in his voice. If anything, Davey would have expected another battle in here, or orders to get the creatures into the empty cages. But no. All seemed peaceful here, a nice polite (ish) chat underway. All that was missing was tea and biscuits.

They held up their index finger again in a quick gesture. "Wait one second, I just need to write this down." From the folds of their cloak, they shuffled around until they found a small notebook, with a pen bound to its cover. It was at that moment that Davey found the Hunter's midget figure writing furiously into notebook.

"Are not very intelligent - keep on repeating themselves - prone to the usual bouts of violence." It wasn't until the other Hunter approached closer that they looked up. "Oh you're that new kid, Dr. H's new favourite person to pick on aren't you? Thank god you're here, you wanna take over kid? All you gotta do is observe them, we're trying to collect some data to update our Fear database, since you know, its always evolving, and the higher ups are pulling tantrums that these are possibly the same things that managed to wreck their place. Know your enemy and all that."

They didn't even care a single bit that all the caged attendants could hear them.