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Shun was paying the quarrel no mind. He had other things to deal with at the moment. Though, before he could get an answer out of the one whose tears seemed to revive the creature before, Mot had pulled him back and asked him what he was doing.

Giving the cowboy a sharp glare, he quickly motioned to both Zeek and Zev.

"Trying to figure out exactly what these two shits thought they were doing," he hissed back. It was a good thing that the thing had been weak when it was brought back. He wasn't sure if this band of wounded and tired students would be able to handle another full on fight.

The battles came and went, and Needle continued to be about as useful as a bucket of water in a lake. Hugs were given and shared, some comments and victories celebrated, but for the most part, once he kerfuffle was done, the Engraver stepped aside to untangle her hair from the spikes on her arms. She had never had this problem before, but then again...she never had to move this much before, either. Even in the last battle she had with Mot and that other Reaper friend of his, she mainly sent her needles at them, not actually physically attacked them.

Perhaps it was time for a hair cut? Oooh, now wouldn't that be a scandal back home?! The ghoul was gleeing internally at all the chaos she could cause at the manor for doing something as simple as cutting her hair, and all in all it made the painstaking process of untangling her hair from her spikes more fun.

Gossip drama, while interesting, was more her boilfriend's thing; she could find out what happened later on. What did catch her attention was Shun trying to pummel someone, and Mot rushing over to play the good boil. Now that had her attention. She drifted over to them, moving silently to stand behind the Grim Reaper.

"What did they do?" She inquired quietly, trying to not interrupt but really unable to avoid it.

Close proximity. Yes, that was nice. Marosa was just getting into it until he was flung over Sharra's shoulder, the feeling still not over.

He wanted more. He needed more.

The feeling of feeding from someone... it was enough to make him feel giddy. After a moment's thought, the faerie turned his head slightly, not really clicking in his head that there was a crowd gathering because of what he did.

"Oi... tink ye should put me down," Marosa spoke in a slightly slurred manner, his mind feeling buzzed. He patted Sharra's shoulder and slid down, turning to Yaya and extending a hand.

One part of him wanted to finish what he'd started with Sharra.

The other part of him was looking at the fresh source in front of him, who seemed entirely too angry. He could feel the emotions rolling from her, and a grimace crossed his face, along with a sigh.

"Me apologies, miss Hadiyya." He extended his hand for a shake, his bare fingers spread out in a kind gesture. His eyes were much brighter than before, no longer a dull copper; they were now a golden shock, a warm hue that definitely had not been there before. He wanted to touch her, to ease those feelings away and soothe her, during of which he'd feed from her. Only a little bit.

No ulterior motives here. None at all.

Her look turned even darker as she glanced at Sharra, how thick could the boil be?! Why didn't he drop the fae and stick to Yaya like goo instead of talking about promises and ugh! Ugh she did not want to hear any of this right now. This wasn't the time for such antics and her eyes whipped between the demons before her, the gates, and the fight about to break out to one side.

She heard her name and turned her glare back on Sharra, oh what did he want to foist Yaya off on her so he could be with his Fae? Why didn't he drop the other boil? Instead he held him over his shoulder like a sack of priceless treasure it made her positively indignant on Yaya's behalf. Mother always said ghouls had to stick together after all. She could see how strained Yaya was, she was trying so hard to keep this situation private so Sin stepped back a little and tried not to listen...except that she heard Marosa's apology and her head whipped back.

Feeding...Sharra and..Marosa was a demon...oh! She stepped forward again and glared at Marosa.

"You keep your hands off her!" She swayed weakly and tried to focus on the emotions around her, but she usually only fared well with desire, emotions like anger and jealousy were dull and easily ignored by a succubus. Okay maybe now she was being overly protective, she looked at Yaya apologetic and stepped back again.

"Forgive me...I'm...I should be focused on other matters...." Her voice was a low murmur for the Djinn.

She tried to keep watching everything at once but she was starting to feel dizzy from whipping her neck around her eyes moving from Yaya to Rosc to Shun and those horrid boils who had tried to help that creature and then back to the gate before looking at Yaya again...and repeating.

Hold it together Sin, hold it together! She felt her legs shaking and glanced at Rosc. She couldn't go weak kneed now, she didn't want Rosc to worry and they could be attacked again at any moment. Sin just wasn't sure how to diffuse the situation and her frustration at everything was mounting.

With their vessel gone once more and the teacher's hand on his...body...Zeek could see no reason to persist. He dropped compliantly back into his humanoid form, as requested, and wiped at his face with his arm, smearing black pigment everywhere. Failure. This had ended in failure. But he'd tried, and Zalgo would see that...right? His classmates, however, didn't see eye-to-eye on this. Through a cloud of dark tears he barely registered that several were approaching him, and one was reaching out to pluck at his clothing.

"I do not know the meaning of jaunt! Please assist me, serpantwoman!" He yelped, trying to smack the other student's hand away. "Stupid is the wrong word to apply to the teachings of Zalgo!"

Before he could get another word in, he was thrown to the ground, pinned by another student of The Inquisition. He inhaled a deep, rattling breath, and promptly coughed out several slimy clumps resembling his tears.

"Zevfriend and Zeek - that is this Harbinger's label - just wished to assist Amity in reaching ascension. But ascension did not happen as foretold in Article XI subset A of the Second Coming of Zalgo: How to Prepare. Because, you see..." He drooped a little then, and the tar-like tears brimmed at his 'eyes' once more. "The vessel must consume those who ascend to become one with Zalgo."

But finally, through all the demands, came a voice of understanding. Zeek's vision was still impeded by his tears, but this one looked almost like a mindhivemate. He calmed immediately.

"Oh, yes, beautiful friend!" he reached towards Mot, but his clawed fingers fell short of actually touching his face. "When I was small, the words of Zalgo were fed to me like the things you call 'food' here in this 'cafeteria'. I accepted my Master with open arms - what excellent work he had done! Then my time came for assignments, and as one of the proudest Harbingers, I was sent to share Zalgo with Amityville. Zevfriend is the first to truly accept, great, joyous acceptance! I would be honored for all of you to understand Zalgo as well, but I fear...it may be pointless now, with ascension and the Second Coming no longer imminent. Do know I wanted nothing but the pinnacle of happiness for all of Amityville!"

The cheerfulness he'd granted to the reaper faded as soon as he caught another insult, replaced by a scowling frown.

"We Harbingers have quite complex processes, much like this!" He demonstrated with his two tentacles, winding them into a sticky little web of imagery. "We Harbingers have quite complex processes because Zalgo has given them to us. Zalgo is good to us! So we must be good to Zalgo. That is how this world works!"

Molan didn't have a lot to say at the moment. His face merely contorted into absolute. Jacking. Disbelief. Zeek was off his rocker and there were no words to make it better. About the only thing that kept him from begging his brother to murder the IDIOT who wanted something that was trying to destroy and kill all they hold dear to come back was Selene's words.

Hopefully she was properly strict with them. Still. They could only look on at a face of annoyance. His head tilted a bit to one side. Fox demon was not pleased. Not at all.

But he'd let his brother speak for them.

Olivia was beginning to wish she had collapsed just a little bit closer, because as much as she could hear their conversation as the good little eavesdropper that she was, there were still a lot of words she wasn't picking up.

Hairbringers? What?

Still, the one eyed reaper was so mad ... well, even Etzer and Molan were mad. She might have been as well if she'd actually seen what they had done. For now, she was just entertained. OuO

Shun shot Mot a rather flat expression as he was still trying to reason with this person. Shortly after this happened though, the area had completely cleared. Seeing that the battle was finally over for now, he reluctantly relented and moved away from Zeek. That wasn't to say that the urge to punch him hadn't left him.

"It's done then," he muttered under his breath before taking a seat on the ground in the meantime. A little rest first, then he'd go on his way.

((Blade kuroda))