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This was crazy! Just when was he going to run out of ammo? It was kind of unfair now that he thought about it. Him having the paint ball gun and all, while all they had was pillows. What good could pillows do in a fight against a gun? Not much. Unfortunately, he was just going to have faith in them and hope for the best!

Too bad Ren's crummy aim resulted in the black dog getting hit right across the face and with enough force to make stumble back a step or two.

"Sorry my a**! Bull s**t that was an accident! You probably did that on purpose! Ya' dumb a**!" He snapped. Snatching up another pillow and prepared to throw it directly at Ren. Or at least, he planned to, up until he saw Christof firing at them again and chose to whip it him instead.

"Jack damn it! I hope you know we'll be sending you back in pieces!" He snarled; searching the room for more 'weapons.'

Tybalt Hit!

Snickering when the black dog took a hit from Ren, the doll quickly sobered up and directed her anger towards the patchwork boil again. "Seriously! What the hell patches!?" Great! Just great! Like she needed a few more holes added to her already cracked body! Maybe the purple ghoul, Riley finally had at his brain?

Growling in frustration, she scouted the room for more ammunition against the misshaped boil, coming up with only pillows once again. "Eat feathers, Patchwork!" She yelled, hitting him from behind before leaping clear of anymore shots fired. Well.. So much for relaxation..

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(( *wakes Arachne up* XD ))


'..mpph, ugh..what?' Arachne awoke as many things hit her, rubbing her face and then realising she was smearing something on her as she did so. She held her hands up in front of bleary eyes and sat up properly. Was this blood?? She sniffed and looked around, noticing the other club members were also covered in red, and were throwing things at their assailant..Christof.

'What the jack?' she got to her feet and grabbed the pillow she had been sleeping on and threw it in his direction. Unfortunately she still wasn't wide awake and her shaky throw hit someone else. Ren

'Sorry!'

As Ren set her back on her feet and moved to lower her down on the mound of pillows someone came bursting into the room, stunning them all, and out of no where attacking! In the blink of an eye the masked figure had fired off a round of projectiles, peppering the gathered students. Hadiyya herself was struck squarely in the chest, and completely shocked, she let go of Ren's hands and simply fell, landing squarely in the pillow of down and fleece. Long legs sticking out from jumble almost comically.

She was, for all intent and purpose, stuck. And her chest hurt from where she'd been hit. Half upside down in the midst of the pile, she djinn touched the moisture leaking along her skin, drawing her fingers up to stare at the color shining at the end of them. "Paint?"

It dawned on her then what was going on, but it would take some time, and a few painful welts welts along her legs from further paintball strikes, before she could get herself untangled enough to sit up and hurl a pillow at their assailant. She realized who exactly it was right as the cushion left her fingers, and her reaction to that recognition sent the darn thing wide, and it collided harmless against the back of Ren's head. Geez! "Sorry Ren!"

Her attention, however, jumped immediately back to the hunchback. "Christof! What are you doing! That hurts!" She was going to carry those bruises for weeks! The undead boil was damn lucky a certain Nergal hadn't showed up yet.

He was nailed by another pillow.

No more hits from the gun though, so his chair-strategy was proving effective. He tried to decrypt what Lilith was telling him. His...beast? Packmule was also mystifying. His first thought was Christof, but Christof... he peered hesitantly around the chair.

Ah.

Well, everyone was telling him to do something, and this happened to be one of the rare circumstances where he could do something. He inspected the red a little more closely. Definitely paint. Oh. That clicked. Everything made sense. He could probably...

Barth willed himself to get up.

Her protests cut off abruptly as another paintball splattered painfully against her shoulder. The indignant outrage that flooded exotic features from that one single, blatant act was more emotion then she generally showed in a week. "Why you little.." She hissed, grabbing up another pillow.

She brought it back, pausing to get the angle right as she took careful aim, and hurled it straight at the hunchback's face. "Knock it off!" They didn't have helmets, they didn't have chest guards. Right now, in this situation, the paintballs just hurt. It wasn't fun.

It did however fuel her desire to kick a notable amount of a** in the up coming blood bath of a match they were going to be participating in with Fitness club. Somehow she suspected they were to blame for all of this, and there would be retribution. Oh yes there would!

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Four. FOUR MORE TIMES. Three circles of pain were showing up across her stomach, and the one stray shot made home on her shoulder. Colette sucked in air through gritted teeth and let it out slowly. Her little human-like body hated this. There was no doubt in her mind that he was probably doing it on purpose too.

Glaring at Christof, Colette grabbed a smaller pillow and chucked it at the boil with her arm opposite of the hit shoulder. "Here, have another pillow you lunatic," she grumbled. Colette hoped it hit him in the groin and would actually hurt him, but considering the fact it was a pillow and her aim wasn't the greatest, she didn't get her hopes too high.

Unfortunately, it just hit Charlie. Colette sighed and apologized. "Sorry." She was more frustrated than completely embarrassed this time.