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The Reaper had been trying to pick up the pieces of papers around him, managing to grab a few; it was hard though, when you were also holding up some dead weight. It was probably why he opted to drop the pink haired demon reject into a lump on the floor to make the whole picking up the pieces thing a lot easier to do.

When he was done, he grabbed the boil, helping him to stand once more. He was still a dead weight, apparently.

"It's me!" Mac called back towards the voice of Lizzy, fixing the slumped Charlie on his shoulders (did the Demon fall asleep? That b*****d) as he turned to face her. Something looked...odd. Very odd. Her eyes didn't seem the right colour; they should have been pink, right? He was sure her eyes were pink...not that he cared to check, really. Honest.

Instantly, his eyes narrowed at her, clearly distrusting her.

"Yeah...I have Charlie." He said in a slow, suspicious voice. Did he, though? Saide and his Father looked so real...but he didn't touch either of them. In retrospect he should have, that way he would know if the Charlie he was holding up really was Charlie, and not some trick.

"How do I know you're really Lizzy?" He demanded flatly, taking a half step back.

Shaking his head furiously, Jericho closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them up again, he relaxed as the images of Riley and Malodore returned to normal. Seeing their skeletal forms holding onto one another like that was just... incredibly creepy.

With that taken care of, he walked back over towards them now that his bag was back in his hands. From the looks of things, Riley had spilled all her belongings as well.

"I'm not sure what sort of illusion would spill our items out like that..." he blinked.

Nodding to Riley, Jericho soon furrowed his brow as he heard her last words as something completely different.

I'm tired of everyone going off on their own. But I know just the thing that'll help us all stick together.

"What's that?" he asked, not really sure what she was going at here. Though, he had to agree. Having everyone run off on their own was risky and it was also slowing the group down as a whole.

Jericho's expression was still one of puzzlement as she pulled him closer to her. Her tone had shifted, and he wasn't too sure what to make of it. It kind of sent a tingle down his spine.

"I'm still not quite sure what you're getting at here," he said softly, feeling a bit allured right now. She was his best friend and he never quite felt anything like this before, but the Illithid was rather attractive.. The dragon placed his hands on her hips and stared at her, waiting to see if she'd give him any other leads as to what was on her mind.

Jericho felt as if he had been mystified, but not quite in a bad way. Shuddering lightly he embraced her a little tighter and wrapped his wings around her as well.

He was still kind of confused, but there was something keeping him from trying to think on it too much.

"Alright Riley..." he said with a soft grin, "Though.. what about Malodore?"

Riley's brow furrowed as she tried to see something. Anything. His mind was like a blank space. How could there be nothing? Was she just.. just that weak?

She felt warm. Too warm. She opened her eyes and squinted in the darkness. Why had it suddenly- oh no. Her head turned, and she looked at the cocoon his wings had her captured in.

Jericho.. She whimpered. Maybe if she slapped him? She considered it. What had woken her up? Throwing up.. she cringed at the thought.

Malodore? She reached out from within the cocoon of Jericho's wings. Maybe if you make him throw up like you did me? She didn't sound hopeful. She did, however, sound a little desperate.

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A soft release of breath left her when Jericho agreed. Her tentacles came to life behind her, slowly lifting up and around to wrap around Jericho's body. Several of them caressed his head, resting just before entering his ear.

She lifted her head back up to look at him face to face, and smiled.

"Don't worry." She breathed the words against his lips as she leaned in close. "It will be mine as well. But I wanted you to be my first." Before he could reply, her lips closed the distance, and pressed against his.

Except.

Since when did Riley have lips?

Her tentacles surged forward, sliding into his ears as they entered his brain. Slowly they began to take control, in an attempt to give Riley exactly what he should have known she really wanted all along.

To make Jericho her first thrall.

"I can try, but my book was in my ba-"

That was all Malodore managed to say before something hit it from above, pressing it downwards. The plague doctor yelped and kicked wildly at whatever-it-was (possibly landing an accidental - and not very strong - kick on Riley and Jericho along the way), only to stop as it realized what was going on.

Paper. A giant mound of paper. Map pieces, to be precise. The scraps blew all around, swishing outwards to glide past the other students before coming back to the motherpile, which twitched and shifted like a live thing.

All the plague doctor could think about was the knowledge, the precious knowledge contained in those beautiful pages! It ran after the scattered, shifting papers, trying to catch as many as it could. It pressed them into its sleeves, shoved it under its coat until it felt as though it was bulging, as if it had pressed the paper down its throat almost to bursting. The lines of the maps skittered through its mind, criss-crossing, compass roses twirling merrily on unknown axes.

It didn't hear a word Riley said - it was busy. Very busy. Though... what was happening in its brain was detectable to her, oh yes. What Malodore thought was a sleet of knowledge hailing through its mind would sound more like a high-pitched, off-key wail to the ithilid... with a side order of paper cuts.