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Roch's snapped, and slightly inappropriate response had the last of Freya's old fire burning up inside her, and she pushed herself to a half-seated position, crunching her face at him.

"Aiya, yeh p***y, what's a little shock between friends?" She barked out, slamming her arm against the bars. Her hair rose up one by one, and her body shook as the volts ran down her arm and through her, but she held on to the bar for a full three seconds before finally letting go. She was still shaking, but her eyes were bright and fierce once more. If anything, she felt like more of a man than Roch, at that moment.

Her grin was back, though her eyes were darkened with shadow. It was as if, just with her grin alone, she was daring him to be as strong as her.

Jove just stared in shock as students he recognized entered the tent. Where had they come from, and were they here for a rescue attempt? And was it even possible to rescue someone in the past? What would happen if they did get rescued, would there be two of then simultaneously running around out there?

His troubled thoughts were interrupted when Roch entered, and all potential future meetings with himself were forgotten. The boil was one of maybe two reapers the pup could actually wag his tail at! And he did, ears perked as he scooted over to the very edge of his cage.

Suddenly he caught scent of sizzling hair. Or in this case, it appeared to be feathers, one of the trapped ghouls he vaguely remembered from the Terror Warrior was letting her wings singe... And... Talking weirdly to Roch. And... Letting herself get shocked intentionally.

The pup frowned, and glanced at Roch and then at Ren. Was she crazy?

Roch was no fun. NO FUN. Her grin dropped like a stone, and she sulked at him childishly, crossing her arms in front of her after her wings dropped fully behind her back. He was severely underestimating just how much of her mind she had lost, and as a response to his rational decline, she crawled away from the bars and faced the wall. Her nails came up and started clawing rune symbols into the cage, though no mark was left. Her nails were just not tough enough to claw markings into steel.

But she tried.

Hard.

More importantly, she refused to look at Roch anymore.

Concerned eyes turned to watch the ghoul a few cages down in between the conversation, and his ears swivelled independently of each other to catch sounds inside and outside the tent. He was still tired, and still on edge, but the familiar faces outside the cage gave him some hope.

In response to Roch's question, he simply bared his sharp teeth in what was perhaps a mischievous, slightly sinister grin. It was a good thing he had become friends with the ghost-fearing reaper or it could have been an expression fit for nightmares.

Tybalt made a rude sound; offended by the reapers words.

"'Even Tybalt?' WELL! Now I know where I stand." he gave a huff and crossed his arms over his chest again in an attempt to make himself look angry. Unfortunately this failed, since he couldn't get rid of the toothy grin stretched across his face.

The grin did fade a little when Ren poked fun at him as well and in fact, turned into a more vicious version.

"Hey! I resent that, feathers for brains!" He growled and kicked the cage wall.

Ren gave Roch a weak smile. His fingers stretched towards the bars of the cage, hesitating before they actually touched the electric metal.

"I'd say you've done a pretty good job for someone who thinks he's not all that great with FEAR."

Wondering whether or not he'd be able to push himself up, Ren half attempted to get himself vertical, propping himself up on his forearms to look over at Jove.

"He threw his shoes at the wannabe reapers," he answered dryly, sliding forward so that his head was now resting on his folded arms, legs curled up and his wings furled around his body like a nest.

"Having feathers for brains is better than having nothing in my head like certain black dogs, Tybalt."

Calder turned his head and then slowly laid on his own stomach. It wasn't unwanted, considering all he wanted to do was rest his head on the floor and sleep. ...home.....want... "Shhh. We're being rescued." He told the voice, and then slowly reached his hands in a strange game of Shock Operation. He certainly didn't want to be fried again. Twice was enough.

Rolling up his sleeve, he slipped his slender arm out and let their fingertips dance before he managed to curl the fingertips around Freya's. "Gotcha." He said in a weary whisper, resting his head on the ground and looking from between his bars to her. He could feel the electricity raising the fine hairs on his arm and it made him nervous, but he did like touching someone. Physical contact was a big thing for him. "It's okay, Freya. Calder has you."