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"Perhaps you can't, but I can. Now, if you don't have anything else to say or do then go the hell away Kalore." He snapped, glaring at the wall and crossing his arms again, tapping his foot in annoyance. Man, he wasn't helping this at all.

Monty sat there in silence, unmoving and unfeeling. Whatever he did it was as if the guillotine went down on their heads, or rather it was as if he let it fall on himself for his damned temper and pride. No more. He was going to fight these damned Unseelie and then put in to transfer to another Area to keep away.

Joker came out of the shed and whistled cheerfully entering his house, hoping that Monty and Kalore resolved everything to where they were now on top of each other making it up with kisses. Yet, that wasn't the case when the insane man stopped dead in his tracks at the lone figure of Monty. "Where's Kalore?" Monty turned his head to look at Joker. "I will ask you only once to not mention his name in my presence unless it is absolutly necessary." He said and stood up.

Joker blinked, clearly taken aback by this. "But....What happened?" "Nothing to concern yourself with. When Gambler wakes up, let her know that I'm working the front lines of this upcoming fight with the Unseelie and then afterwards, I want to work somewhere else." With that, he walked out of the house and went to do what he said. The demon was better when he worked with his mind occupied.

Joker stood their in silence and covered his face with one hand. "It's hopeless." He whispered sadly.

Prowling the long hallways of his warehouse, the demon did a full inventory of the weapons made of iron that he had. Not only that but he also had the idea of creating bombs that would set off a large explosion but would also release a series of iron praticals into the air, so that if the Fae, good or bad, breathed it in and perished. That and he was also developing another kind of explosive device that shoots out iron materials at lethal speeds.

Yes, this was what he was supposed to be doing. Not dallying with another in his group and getting distracted by a pretty face. It pissed him off that he was left behind. If Kalore didn't get it through his head that they were a team within a team, then what was the point of being around the elf? It was partly logical yet it was more cruel than anything else.

Shaking his head, the demon occupied his mind in this project so that when the time came, he could plant them at various places that would be considered weaker than others and blow everyone and everything up. Monty sighed, trying to ignore his guilty conscience.

Joker answered the phone and sighed into the speaker. "Yes? If your not dying, leave me alone. If you are....Just die already." He said as a way of greeting, clearly he was upset about the outcome between Kalore and Monty.

Joker sighed and rubbed his forehead, telling Kalore what little information about the Dark Lord they were up against but about the Unseelie they had so far. "Also...." The insane man gave Kalore the run down of all that he missed while working from the first time meeting Aria of the Fae right down to the fight with the Dark Lord.

"So, that's all of it in a hand basket and now you can't say that we never told you anything!" He said, sighing and banging his head slightly on the table. "So...Hi Kalore."

"Anything is possible. I think if the b*****d did take physical form it would be a good advantage for us because we could cut his head off and be done with it. Sadly this isn't a easy thing to kill. Plus it would be against us since we don't know what this thing is capable of and it seems as if he could jump bodies before they die or whatever." He said with a sigh.

Joker blinked and nodded. "Sure you can come over. Um...Could you call Rave first and tell him to take Gambler to her home? She's in the shed and knocked out." The insane man stood up and went into the kitchen to start making a light lunch. "And not a word about your situation with a certain someone." He warned.