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*Seeing Mimi, take leave, Sirus could only find it in himself to throw Ryoko a venomous glare before hurrying off after his friend. He had certainly not expected this turn of events. Sighing, he continued to make his way to Mimi, unsure of what to say.*

][I have gone ignored yet again! xd

-Slithers over to his own corner.-][

(( O.o;; -dies- I think I have a fever.))

Ryoko's delicate human features twisted briefly into something like despair as she watched her sister walk toward the doors, but it was quickly hidden beneath her usual mask of cold.

Weakness was for the prey, not the predator. So Akira, second oldest to Daisuke, had told her long ago on her first hunt, and she had never forgotten. When those of the Pride became weak, then they became prey. If you did not kill, then you were killed.

She would not be weak. Could not be weak. Could not let her sister be weak.

But inside, it was slowly beginning to dawn on her that maybe she already was. Why lie to Daisuke, who should have been her help in this matter, divert his attention to other things? Why scream at Ky-chan this way, if she didn't really care? Why not bring Ky-chan back to the Pride, as she, fully confident in her own abilities, was sure she was capable of doing, and carry out the Pride's verdict if Ky-chan continued to be recalcitrant?

She was letting her emotions rule her judgement, she realized, let her love for her sister stand between what she knew should have been the proper path.

For Ryoko, this was an untenable thought, and she didn't know how to deal with it except in the way she always had. Feeling sick inside, she turned a death glare impartially on everyone in the room who had heard the exchange, and turned toward the other doors.

She needed to think.

((He dropped a white rose. The white rose brought forth a spray of pure ice magic. Presto-freezo... or not. Forget that. How about we have Duellist compel Bertram to give her a proper kiss?

And yet again, there was Midori trying to step in just to figure out exactly was going on. It was none of her business, really.. and from what she saw, that was exactly what Ryoko would tell her.

She would stand there in thought as she watched Ryoko walk along towards the door, scratching the back of his beck, tangling locks of black hair inbetween her fingers.

She would kick herself in the a** for this at a later point in time, but for the moment she would step in Ryoko's way with a friendly, but not overly cheerful smile. it was there, but it wasn't exactly beaming. A faint smile..

Midori wouldn't let Ryoko go on her way, obviously.. Instead, Midori's plan was to find out what she didn't know about Mimi, and try to have a calm conversation with the female feline.

It was hard to believe, but it was something Midori was not only capeable of, but also good at. "Excuse me!" She would try yet again to attain Ryoko's attention.

Hissing under her breath to cover the sudden choking thickness in her throat, Ryoko walked out of the hall, her usual grace marred with a barely discernable jerkiness--a sure sign she was troubled. Her room. She needed to go to her room and think and just...

A shadow intersposed itself in her path and she stopped short, her grief immediately freezing into a cold scorn as she pulled up to eye the intruder. She was Feral, and if she had to be weak, she would be as cats would be and hide herself in darkness until she was well enough to be herself.

Midori, she thought. The bat-girl...person...that was what her sister had called her. She studied the girl with glacial detachment, careful to see that her features were set into their usual uninviting coolness.

"What do you want?" she asked icily.