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"A whale," the unidentified woman declared. The shadows in the room shifted, and - holy s**t it was a whale.

If there was any question that they would eat well enough, it was dispensed. The Nihilites began removing the thicker coats. As the thicker clothing came off, a variety of eccentric clothing, even stranger than that of the Adam-team and The Thief came to light. The pair who had been creating a vortex were both dressed in an unusually modern fashion, both of dark skin, both dressed vaguely as though from inner city. The pressure-man revealed himself to be unusually tattooed. Though the tattoos themselves were nothing to marvel at, it was the way that the Hosts could feel the aura surrounding him running through them as though channels.

The woman in charge was fairly unremarkable; though her fashion of dress was somewhat anachronistic, her features and build were otherwise unremarkable. The sense of aura, however, was at least what The Thief put off.

"I suppose we've failed to introduce ourselves, and I imagine you're a bit confused as to our identities. We are known as the Nihilites," the woman announced. "My name is Korina. I lead the Nihilites, and we serve The Thief. We come from everywhere and from all walks of life. Most of us are philosophers, of sorts, those who have read his works and have understood. As we understood, we found Sigils, and received what was justly ours.

"How we come to be here, now... we do not know. But it is a great opportunity. We have a chance to right the wrongs committed by ourselves and others throughout all time. And we intend to see it done."

What a spiel.

A whale. There was a freakin' whale in front of her. Far be it from her to look a gift horse in the mouth. Though she started ravaging a portion of the whale, she continued to listen in on the conversation. She too, was interested in the answers to Saieve's question.

Foodfoodfoodfoodfood.

Elizabeth released a spray of digestive fluids on the whale and immediately began devouring it. She could pay attention to the conversation after. Even if whale wasn't as good as human.

Helena gave one final contemplative glance over her shoulder toward Agent M before they disappeared. Once back in a safe place, she was still very... edgy. She wanted to move, to do something. When the whale arrive, her first instinct was to go for its middle, where the most meat would be.

She didn't cry this time, but she didn't revel in the experience either. It was simply a matter of disconnecting from reality until it was all over. It was difficult and still something of a traumatic experience, but when it was over and her filthy blades became filthy hands, Helena found herself licking sticky fluids from her hands. In the midst of suckling her left pinky clean, she realized just what it was she was doing and where she was. Slowly, the finger slipped from her lips and her eyes caught those of others. Abashed, she turned away from everyone and moved toward a wall. Pressing her hand to it, she asked in a quiet and nervous voice, "Can I get a shower?" Grissom didn't look over her shoulder; she couldn't bring herself to meet anyone's stare.

Yes, the Hunger made them go crazy, but she had finished eating, reverted to her natural form, and then licked the gore from her entire hand. There was now a stark contrast between her left and right: the former mildly coated in saliva and visibly clean while the other was still covered in a fresh layer of... whatever that mess could be considered.

They're all going to think I'm ******** crazy. A ******** sicko. Maybe she'd end up crying after all. At this point, she wasn't entirely sure.

The whale was amazingly delicious. All thought of paying attention to conversation was lost on her as she continued to strip the meat and spew goo on the food before eating. She felt the pain - oh God the pain - of feeding, but it was necessary. The joy was dull and the revulsion didn't bother her as much. After everything I've done, there's no way I can possibly feel more disgusted with myself. All in all, she felt disconnected as she ate.

Once Clarissa was sated, she looked around and saw the disgusted looks on people's faces. She flinched. I didn't want this. I'm sure I never wanted this to ever happen. At least it was a whale rather than a person. Unconsciously, she licked the juices from her hands as she turned back to look at the whale. Even amidst the strange I am still an oddball.

She quietly moved towards the door that suddenly appeared. Clarissa noticed that some of the Nihilites moved away as she got closer to the door. I can't say I blame them. I'd be repulsed by me, too. She entered the bathroom to change yet again. All she needed was to wash her arms and change shirts. Thankfully, she found a copy of the shirt that she'd previously worn.

After donning the clean shirt, she returned to listen to Korina's plan. I wish I had a book. She missed being able to hide behind books to escape the stares.

Elizabeth was up to her elbows in whale guts and she didn't give a damn. It was so good. Not as good as humans, but good. Maybe it was because of how hungry she was. Everything tasted good when you were hungry, right?

When she finished, she stood up with a broad grin. Blood was splattered over her face and arms.

Yeah, she was in a disgusting state, but she felt too good to care. "Whatcha starin' at?" she asked the Nihilites.

Life was good.

"So how'd you like my brother?" Saieve asked Clarissa off-handily.

Saieve smirked and raised an eyebrow. He had noticed her blush, but said nothing of it for now, not wanting to push...at least not right away.

"Well," Saieve began, pausing for only a moment, "It started off as a fight, but it never really went past a few strikes. Once we were actually distance from each other, we started to talk rather than fight. I ended up learning a thing or two. One: Not all the Host-Agents are bad guys, nor do they particularly like their mission, and two: well, I convinced him to teach me a little something."

He smiled, now he would push, "So tell me," he said, not immediately letting her ask what that thing he learned was, "How did it seem like Finnegan was taking this? Could you tell?"