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Without warning the figure disengages and disappears back into the fog! What was that all about?

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Holly noticed that West's weapon as well had gone all glowy like hers did. Was it the area? Were the other student's all experiencing that too then? She did feel a bit more like herself during that fight even if it resulted in her feeling tired afterwards. The ghoul grinned when the boil just right out yelled at whoever it was she might have seen. "Jack... not trying to scare them off there are you?" She's forgotten he was more of a leap before you look kind of boil.

She looked to where Damien had been hiding if he hadn't been scared off by West's yell.

The fox ghosts ear's pricked at a yell. Aurian? So was she still okay then? "Aurain, we are up ahead!" If that was her at all she could hopefully follow the sound of Holly's voice. Ah the little group was growing.

"Holy smokes what was that?" its a reaper you fool, hit him, hit him, hit him! Damien wasn't sure who said that but it sounded like the right thing to do. With shaky hands, he reached into the bag and fished out his metal pipe and held it close. "Gotta make the first hit count!" he told himself, steeling whatever nerves he had , and crouched into a leaping position. "Graaahhh! Take that reaper!" Pouncing out from behind the barrel as if he wasn't taking a nap in the fog, and proceeding to swing the pipe and strike a blow to the top of his head.

Until he saw red, and paled "Crap its West!" he did all he could to stop the blow from hitting him on the head, and letting it sail through the sky before it could connect. The rusty piping fellto the ground a few yards away with a thud, spreading a fine amount of dust into the wind as a gust took the particles away. and Demi stared at the people before them.

"I- I'm sorry, I thought you all were the enemy reapers from far away." he said with a quiet voice, shame flushing over his cheeks. He felt like such a fool, most of those reapers didn't even talk anyways from his memories of previous encounters. And if they did, they would strike first, how foolish of him to think otherwise!

it was impossible to even look them in the eye after his blunder and he put his fists down and kept them to his sides. " Your supposed to be smarter then this Demi, wake up! "I'm sorry." he said, his ears flopping to his head and looking at them briefly before putting his eyes back to the ground for a staring contest that he would never win.

"Okay," the apparition rolled their eyes, tail tapping impatiently against the ground, "Let's say you are right and I am a trick. That would make you bat s**t insane now, wouldn't it?" Its mouth curled into a grin, showing rows of serrated teeth, serrated rotting teeth, its hair began to fall down in clumps off flesh, skin bubbling and rotting until it shed its entire facade in one sickening squelch.

"Now where were we?" The thing's form flickered once, and suddenly was behind Elaphe, pure black in form except for a row of serrated smiling teeth. "Elaphe, Elaphe. Noone cares for you. Everyone here is busy doing their own thing, they are too selfish, all they care about is themselves. Now come, let us be selfish too. Let's get away from here, lets go home."

Aurian smiled, shoulders relaxing now that Damien had calmed down and wasn't going to attack her. "Just one fight, but it was with one of those reaper-like hooded creatures. So I kind of knew what you were talking about," she said with a soft laugh. Because of that knowledge, she hadn't been offended. Just worried. Aurian worried a lot - mostly about others, but this time also that she might be attacked for something that wasn't her fault. Really, she was just as concerned with making a good impression as Damien was.

"My name is Aurian," she stuck out a hand to Damien. "It's nice to meet you."

Even under such strange circumstances, Aurian kept her manners. She wasn't lying, either - it was always a good time to make friends and meet new people. And on this island, it seemed like they could all do with as many compatriots as possible.

Something Damien had said made her pay extra attention. "You're right about students. Whatever it was that has attacked several of us hasn't been a student - that glowing axe must have been made from Fear, and ours still seem to be mostly blocked. I can't manage anything more than this." Here she held out her metal pipe and let the shadowy, thin limbs wid around it, starting from her out hand and growing outwards to cover the pipe. "Normally those would be over the ground, but I can't make them leave. And, of course, my Reaper weapon is still sealed away. Whatever was attacking didn't have those problems."

Which just made things even better, of course. Students being attacked by grown, powerful adults. Even if those adults were midgets.

Before, Elaphe had been frightened, and now? Now he was outright terrified. Frantic. Horror-stricken to the point of quivering visibly, his tall ears pinned flat back and knuckles drained white from clutching the lone strap of his knapsack. Even the turtle was flapping its flippers with more desperation now, as if trying to somehow get away from the thing that absolutely COULD NOT MEAN WELL. And the worst part?

The boy still hadn't run yet. Everything in him was screaming and pleading to go, but there he remained, a shaking paradigm of nervous prey. When the 'beast' materialized behind him, he couldn't whip around fast enough, turning so hard and so sharp that he stumbled over his own ankles and, in panic, fell right back on his a**.

Oh, Jack, vocal cords. They had to work. It took a hard swallow, but he finally forced words, tremulously.

"... Y-you're not here to take me home!" he declared, or perhaps denied. He wasn't even sure which, but all he could do was go with his gut and try to get his footing back about him... literally and metaphorically. "You can't be. You... you shouldn't even know my name, an-- and you're one of those guys! This isn't right. It can't be right." Okay, now that? That sounded a lot more like denial. Despite the turtle's desperate slapping against his back, he was wavering.

He'd even tried to dig that blunt sword hilt from his pocket, but couldn't muster the conviction to withdraw it completely.

"I-I don't care, if they don't care..." he told the figure, the apparition, the monstrosity, just like he told himself. "I don't need them... I don't need anyone... so I don't need you, either!..."

It was quiet enough around them that the ghost could hear every scraping step of himself and those around him as they continued on down the path. Every breath seemed insanely loud, and even his own sluggish pulse in his ears was thunderous. It was, to say the least, down right eerie.

Any nerves he might have been feeling were resolutely squashed though. He couldn't afford them, not with Junko pressed so close to his side, and not with Momo and Jove walking beside him. He had to stay focused and calm, ready to deal with whatever may come their way. Granted, he wasn't the cowardly sort to begin with, but keeping a brave face seemed especially important in this dire situation.

Rolling his shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension that had been building along the bare line of his back, the jikininki gave his ghoul's hand a soft squeeze. "There's not as much fog here," he slowed to a stop, slowing her with him. Even putting an arm out to stop the kitsune. "I'm pretty sure we all got flashlights in our bags, now might be a good time to get them out." He shrugged his own back off his shoulder, flipping up the loose flap with his claw so he could dig within it. "There's less fog, so they'll actually be useful. Probably wouldn't hurt to be able to see what's coming up ahead." Or from the sides, or behind...

Curling dark fingers around the flashlight, he pulled it free. Latching his bag and situating it on his shoulder again. Pointing the light at the ground he turned it on, then offered his human hand back to the futakichi-onna.