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As the boo came by and charged at Mort, Shun was just about to attack the floating ball of FEAR, but stopped as Barth took care of it rather nicely. Relaxing, he found himself watching and listening to the others for a few. Being not too familiar with them, he hadn't spotted anything odd initially, but he soon realized that Freya was acting a little strangely. Perhaps it was the fact that he heard her say that she gave up, or the fact that she was now crying, sobbing.

Either way, there was once a sort of fire within her that he saw before that seemed to be missing. It was one similar to the one he saw within Hel.

Narrowing his eyes, the Reaper's gaze shifted over towards the cages. Terrible things must have happened in this tent for the Valkyrie to lose that spark. Grimacing, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Mitsu protectively. It could have very well been her in that position, and that thought disturbed him greatly.

He did not envy Herryk in this situation. Not in the slightest.

Freya's limp form turned violent as she hurled herself up and tried to climb Herryk in an effort to look into his eyes, but only managed to get herself tangled up in him helplessly. "NO!" She screamed, her words punctuated by sobs. "YEHR WORTH IT, HERRYK! DON'T SAYS THIS TO ME, DON'T YEH DARE!"

She ripped herself away, tumbled back a step, and fell at Mort's feet, curling her legs in in anger. "I didn't gives up because yehr not worth it. Yeh can't say that. Yeh can't."

But he wasn't saying that, not really. Unfortunately, that was what Freya was extracting from his words. Her own worth was not in question, as far as she was concerned - she felt like the failure for giving up because he deserved better, and his own words were reminding her of it. He never gave up on her. All that meant was that she truly had dropped the ball.

OhJacknowshewascrying. Mort was quite happy to not still be entangled in that situation. Whatever was going on was obviously more than just the cages -

Oh wait. Now he was entangled. Or rather, FreyaAAAH was with his feet sorta. ; A ; Ohjackohjackohjack.

"Y-You're both worth it?" he offered to the pair. "N-No need for the crying . . ."

The tent was a mass of traumatic emotion. It was hard to ignore. The grief and pain were thick in the air and Mitsu really wished they had been able to get here sooner. How long had these students been caged anyway? She had honestly come into the tent expecting to see Lizzy, Lattice, and their group but...instead there was Freya, the Kelpie boy she had seen here and there and the boil who had run against Riley for president.

Brows furrowed as the strong emotions hit her hard and Mitsu was all to grateful for when Shun moved forward and wrapped his arms around her. It was like a comforting shield. He kept those overpowering emotions at bay. She had just started to snuggle into his hold when she took notice of the damage that had been done.

Sadly her eyes traced the cut across his chest, her hand reaching up to gently touch just below the area. "W...when did this happen?" She hadn't even realized he had been struck, apparently she had done a poor job of watching his back. Not that she was in much better condition. She hadn't taken nearly as much damage as Riyo but her hoodie was sliced open in a few places and there were angry red cuts beneath those areas as well as across her cheek from the whip.

Speaking of Riyo, Mitsu glanced up to see if she could spot their feline companion still troubled that Hel and Mot weren't with them. She truly hoped they were somewhere safe.

((Entering the tent, condemning Bul to DEATH))

As soon as he stepped in the tent with an eager look to please; Bul sighed at the sight of blubbering tears and happy liberated faces.

Looks like if anything he'd be giving post-trauma-relief.

Remaining silent, it wasn't until Mitsu spoke up that he said something as well. Glancing down, he saw that she noticed the cut he acquired outside of the tent. It still stung and the area around it was still likely rather tender, but it wasn't something he couldn't deal with. There had been worse injuries.

"I thought I might be able to sneak past the whip hunter when Herryk was showing off to them," he explained while taking her hand gently, "It's not a very deep cut."

Bringing up his other hand, he carefully placed it over her cheek that had been nicked as well to give it a better look now that the danger was seemingly gone. It didn't look too bad either and he figured it should heal up alright.

He glanced up briefly towards the entrance as he saw Bul walk in.

Frowning a bit Mitsu gave the wound another once over. At least it wasn't deep, much like her own cuts. Her hoodie was what had seen better days.

Feeling the warmth of his hand around hers Mitsu curled her fingers down over his to give his hand a little squeeze. With any luck this was the worst of it and they would get to leave soon.

"What should we do now?" From what she could tell the Hunters had abandoned this area, the students they had captured, and their equipment. The mechanical devices in the area looked rather thrashed so she wasn't entirely certain they would be salvageable. Still though, she had to wonder if any of it would be useful to keep. Would it give them a better insight on what the humans were doing so they could defend themselves?

Then her eyes settled on the clock...no...not a clock. It didn't seem to reflect any normal time. This was a timer. But what was it for? Thinking the equipment was fairly beaten and useless Mitsu pulled away from Shun for a moment to go investigate.

Okay...things in the tent were getting a little too personal.

Natalia silently watched as one ghoul broke down into the arms of another, a particularly large (and oh so very handsome) boil. Something had shaken obviously her, but having only just arrived left the monster without the slightest clue. Opened cages didn't seem to reflect students having once been in them.

In fact, nothing in the tent seemed to make any sense to the ghoul who stomped angrily through it. She gave the interior another look, turning about slowly to try and make some sense of things...but when she faced the growing crowd once again, the only thing she had noticed was the countdown near the back.

Countdowns were never good.

The beast groaned and whined, fur lifting for a second time in her discomfort, coming close to Mort (and, if they still lingered near him, the two vikings as well) to whisper. "I think we should gooooo.... Her whines grew louder, eyes trailing toward the clock as if trying to alert each and everyone of the students still left standing.