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Whoever this stranger that had appeared was, Circe was now forever their fan. Her scythe was tattooing needles so it made sense that she was all sorts of biased towards his idea of a quill and ink. "I don't know who you are but I love your idea." If her black eyes could sparkle they most certainly were now. Only problem is that she had been to late speaking up her support of his idea since they were apparently going to use a Grimm. "I guess that could work too." Circe shrugged. It was a good idea since none of them could decide on a familiar. Go with the classics.

"What should we do for the motto?" Circe asked, feeling a small kinship with Enzo on account of the fact she would have loved to have something that fit herself used.

Circe's attention was quickly diverted to the discussion of the motto. "That actually isn't a bad idea." She replied, mulling the idea over in her head. It was true, no Reaper was exactly the same as another and you never could tell what kind you encountered. It seemed to sum them all up pretty well too. "What made you come up with that?" Circe asked curiously.

"ARE YOU JACKING KIDDING ME!?”

That announced the arrival of Hel, who was standing in the entrance of the common room, staring at her sister, the newly appointed dorm RA in horror. “She IS half the noise complaints and damages to this dorm, and she is the resident assistant, TRULY!? THIS SYSTEM IS BROKE!” Hel looked at all her fellow reapers in disbelief, like they let this happen somehow, before she huffed and made her way over to the box.

She jotted down her vote, because she was of the opinion that everyone needed to know her opinion.



After she was done, she huffed again, shot her sister a questionable look, and then marched over to Mot, where she then unceremoniously flopped herself down on his lap because he was a BFF, like a little scareling, still in disbelief that her sister was a RA.

“What are we doing now?” Hel asked the cowboil, never one to pay too much attention when Mot was there to keep her on the straight and narrow.

Ah. There is Hel. It had been much too quiet, after all. Sisters were so alike. Mot watched on with a mild look of concern, not entirely disagreeing with Hel's complaint. He too was victim to the noise Freya often brought on. But maybe her new role would make her think better of her actions?

A man could hope.

Mot jolted stiffly as Hel just flopped onto his lap, holding his coffee away from her worried it would spill. He'd argue that this was inappropriate, but she would not be likely to listen. He preferred to choose his battles sparingly at this point.

"Everyone is trying to come up with a mascot and motto, although the macot is looking to go in the direction of a traditional Grim Reaper with a scythe."

After flopping down on Mot’s lap, which was probably inappropriate but Hel didn’t really care right now, she was leaning to listen to Johan and Circe. Oh, a motto, huh? She took a moment to mull it over, catching enough of their conversation to piece the bits together.

She then leaaaaaaned towards Mot to listen to him. “Ah, okay.” Hel didn’t really have much input about mottos and mascots and what not…after all, she thought what the others had already said were pretty good right now. She couldn’t argue with using a Grim reaper either, since they were the ‘traditional’ reapers and her family did come from a line of Grims as well as Valkyries…and Valkyries once did the same jobs as Grims so really…she had no complaints.

Except about Freya.

Hel leaned to ‘whisper’ to Mot…except it wasn’t really whispering.

“PSSSSSST. We should overthrow her, Motty.”

Mot gave Hel a flat and unimpressed look. "I will do no such thing." He flicked her nose and had himself a sip of coffee.

Omg no Kettil dont say that

"You wish you could kick that high, short stack." He drawled back at her. His attitude came from the store. He bought it wholesale. Also he was bored.

Thus he was starting s**t.

"I'm not West. I don't keep missing targets," he snorted.