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She went to talk, but paused a finger held up in the air slightly while her arms where crossed. "You have me on every point." She tipped her head, "I'm afraid unlike our lady mindflayer friend I've never gotten to know you beyond passing in most situations." Her eyes flickered, if Riley thought she missed the blush she would be sorely mistaken.

She dated a shadow monster who blushed purple on black, she was an outstanding expert on judging a blush in any shade of purple.

She offered another nod as well at his offer, "I'll be sure to stop by. Thank you, again, for everything." She offered a slight bow as he left before turning to Riley before she slipped away. "You know if you keep blushing like that I'd think you have a crush on a horsemen...."

She grinned winking a flickering eye nodding, "I think I'll take in the view from that cliff again. Meet here in a few hours or I'll find one of you two."

"As for me, I believe I shall rest," Malodore said, sending a bit of affection after Riley; it would not ask her to remain here with it. It needed some time to itself, to sort out its feelings. Its mind was too tangled and snarled to be good company now.

The plague doctor gently closed the doors of the tiny room, then set up its mat next to Riley's - there was barely room, but it was enough. The mats smelled fresh and grassy, a pleasant scent. It laid down on its side, letting its wings stretch out. It did not require sleep, but at times like this... it could be useful.

((quasi-exiting for sleeping?! idek))

Roch nodded at Mal, letting him go rest. His head was still hurting. "Guys... I seriously don't know how I'm gonna do this week," he said quietly to Amrita and Sammy. "I liked War--I was fine in War, but this place... I don't get it. This is the place that shoulda been reserved for demons only or somethin," he said. He just looked depressed.

((Entering))

While the dorms here were much brighter it seemed really basic. Not that Mitsu minded but she wasn't entirely sure where she was supposed to sleep. Entering the room, or what she presumed was a room, Mitsu sat down on the bamboo mat looking over the four walls constructed of rice paper. They were thin enough she could see other students walking around her.

Debating on taking a nap Mitsu's ears perked when she got a text. Curiously she plucked her phone from her pocket and saw it was from Shun....with a single word.

Wondering if his voice to text program was acting up she typed out a simply reply.

"Nope," Roch said. "I was too busy learning to play guitars and hotwire cars," he summed up. "Neither of which I'm gettin' around here. Mitsu," he added with a nod to the ghoul. "How's it goin?"

Mitsu's ears twitched hearing familiar voices. Curiously she stood with her phone in hand looking to investigate. Not far from where she had previously been Mitsu found Roch and Amrita. Shyly she rose a hand in greeting before tentatively moving closer.

"M..Mind if I join you?"

Her phone buzzed again and she curiously looked at the text from Shun.

'Text to Mitsu: This class is intense things are not as a team'

Quickly she typed out a reply wondering why no one was working together.



After sending the text she put her phone in her pocket for the moment to keep it safe.

"H...handling what?" Mitsu asked curiously. The manner of indifference the members of the Conquest clan showed her wasn't entirely foreign to her. They weren't necessarily rude but they certainly had a 'I art better than thou' attitude at times. Except for the old man she had first seen at the diplomacy game. He had seemed rather kind.

It was then her phone chimed again, an eerie but soft howl from her phone announcing she had a text. Pulling out her phone she curiously looked at the screen.

'Text to Mitsu: Not heard intense I don't really know hot to explain through text but I don't like waiting for going'

She sighed looking back to Roch before she decided on a reply. It was going to take some careful thinking to decide what her reaper meant.

((Entering))

After receiving and sending his evening text to Alexander Yin was pretty much wiped. He had been inhaling strange substances today, and then he had been pounding for a time, not-so-carefully making ink. So he was all too ready to set the Feartronic device aside and was asleep almost as soon as he settled down.

"Where have you been? Explain yourself." She seemed displeased, but not angry and he found himself giving her a fond smile.

"I am sorry to have kept you waiting Mistress Ah-Lam" He stepped closer to her, not daring to reach out and touch her but getting within easy reach. ""You must know that I would not do such a think intentionally." He dropped to one knee in a low bow and he could almost feel her smile.

"Very well then Yǐn Cáng, I shall forgive you," she said as she lightly placed a hand on his shoulder. "If you do something for me. There was a creature that came by and stole a length of ribbon from my chambers, leaving out the window before I could get to it." He was standing now, watching as she described the fiend with her hands. "That was not very nice of it was it? Find this creature, and when you do...bring it back. I desire to feast on its flesh."

"Of course Mistress Ah-Lam, I only live to serve." She patted him on the head as a reward for his devotion and when she was finished he darted into the woods, knowing precisely what ribbon she would have been talking about. Not long after she had chosen him she had been bonded to Mistress Shi-Ru, and recently Mistress Shi-ru had bought her a bit of ribbon the same color as her prized beloved peonies. So that was the color that his eyes caught out and he went through the forest.

It was almost easy to track the thing once he found the first few threads snagged on a bush. The true disappointment was when he came to realize that whatever it was had been ensnared in the ribbon, and whatever else it was this was not a fair hunt. But Mistress Ah-Lam wanted to feed on the thing that had dared to steal from her, he remind himself has he grabbed it, ignoring the yips and frantic movements it lashed out with, twisting its neck with a swift jerk to end its life quickly. Partially mangled ribbon in one hand and lazily holding the creature by one of it's three tails in the other he made his way back home, wondering if Miss Jiā Tíng would be home from school yet, or if he would be allowed to go fetch her after delivering this foxish little creature.

Mistress Ah-Lam was so very please when he brought it back, allowing him to tear it open right then and there and taking a bite of the still warm meat and hissing her approval as she straightened with blood red lips. She cupped his face in her hand, running her thumb over his cheekbone and told him to go pick up her scareling. Happily he set off, eager to bring the small ghoul back home, and curious what sorts of things they might have taught her that day.

He woke up paralyzed, eyes snapping open to access his surroundings. That ceiling it did not seem familiar but...well yes there were some like these in other parts of the clan but not here...

An odd reflexive moment had him twisting his neck to one side, almost as if he expected someone to be there. Which was foolish, Mistress Ah-Lam would be planning her day with Mistress Shi-Ru right now and...what was that black square next to him?

Reality came flooding back, and this moment more than any other was the worst after one of these dreams. Then his body convulsed, bile rising in his throat to the point that he was sitting up, retching on the blanket provided to him.

He had hunted. He had killed. Princess--he retched again, physically ill at the memory. Of how clear it had been in his dream. His hand fumbled for the phone, wincing away from the glow as he shakily navigated to send a message. With his fingers fumbling he manged to type...something out.




He had to get some air. He needed it. The room was almost suffocating, everything about it just reminding him once more of his dreams. Of the clan. But no, he had to stay put if he wanted to have any chance of hearing from the zomboil. If he was even really there. It was hard to tell any more. He pulled his knees to his chest, hunching forward, just trying to curl into himself as much as possible, holding onto the eyephone as if it were his only lifeline.

You said you would always be there for me, he thought at the black device in anguish.