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Oh jack, things seemed to be headig down hill, and quickly. As Yaya reclaimed her balance with the aid of her grip 'pon the nergal's sleeve(which was now a bit of a bloody mess) she saw with rapidly mounting unease the acid green claws of her boy closing around Christof's stitched grip on her wrist. If things were tense seconds before, they expedintailly worse now as it would seem the stakes had just been raised. And for what? For her? Since when had the patchwork ever had any intentions towards her? Sure he was an absolute sweetheart to her, but many people were. Had she missed something along the way of their budding friendship?

The sound of clacking spikes pulled dark lips into a tight, thin line, and she lifted her free hand to touch one on wicked spines, breathing out in a nervous little 'shhh', as if trying to soothe them. The attempt was abruptly cut short by the swing of the Igors fist towards Sharra's jaw, and Yaya's sudden gasp of surprise. He'd.. He'd just taken a swing at her nergal!

It was, for all parties involved, a very good thing Barth stepped in when he did. Not only would the boils have likely fallen to blows, but the djinn would not have stood idly by and let it happen. She cared for too deeply for the nergal to allow him to be hurt, and frankly she considered to patchwork a friend, though she now made a mental note to have a very serious chat with him.

And then West's painfulled cry filled the room and an already tense marid jumped. Startled by the sound, and turning to steal a hug from the demon boil beside her. The Avarice demon himself was given a rather cold look, one that morphed into something bordering on amusement as nerves settled at the reality of his ghoulish scream sunk in. She might have gone over to say hello, but Barth had steered Chris over there, and a little distance was probably good at the moment.

"I'm fine, he didn't hurt me." Again she frowned, looking thoughtful. "I don't know what's gotten into him, he's usually quite nice." At least to her. She had seen his violent side a time or two.

Sliding her fingers between much paler ones, the djinn brought Sharra's hand up to her cheek, laying a feather soft kiss to his knuckles before turning a pleased little smile to Calder. "Sitting sounds like a good idea," she chuckled, patting him on the arm. "You may grill us, but don't get carried away."

Things were settling. Chris was being shipped off to other grumpy people, in which Calder only hoped the screamer from before would take out his aggression on the boil too, and Calder was left in finer company. While he was sure that Yaya would have been just fine in the hands of her capable boilfriend, Calder was here as a concerned friend and also as a nice addition to further enrage his pouty, missing-digit friend. As for Sharra, well, Calder knew what to avoid. As long as he didn't get grabby and make it clear he was not pursing the ghoul, then things would be fine. He was sure the boil would still be on guard of his darling dancer, and Calder was NOT the type to fight over a ghoul. Not that he could clearly note how high up in ranking Yaya was in the ghoul hierarchy of looks. (What? He could notice these things. He wasn’t blind!)

He was just about ready to go when he noticed Junko. When did she pop in?! Of course he wasn't the most observant, but having another friend about was always a plus. He smiled at her, letting her take his side as he tried to get them collected to sit. It was her looking at Chris, then at the needling in her hand, and then said she might want him to come back to apologize. Calder's huffed at such an idea. "Apologize? He doesn't apologize.Maybe to his master or mistress, but not other people. He punches me plenty of times and never says a word. Let his owner take some control of him for a while. Trust me. He likes it. Its better if we just leave him be and take a seat. Christof can fume in his little corner for a while." What did he care if his friend got huffy over things that were clearly his fault. Calder tried to be there for him and what did he get? A punch in the arm and a bruise on his rear.

He eyes the needle and thread and gestured to it. "Give it to him later. He's fine right now. Didn't you notice him standing there for a while when I gave hm a bandage? He didn't even use it. Clearly he's fine." Calder gestured to the vacant seats further off. "We should sit. Class should be starting soon anyways."

Amrita returned the smile to Tahki, but kept her distance as yet more people wanted to speak to the Gryphon; she could completely understand that, Tahki was amazing (and the poor ghoul had Amrita's undying affection apparently)!

The little Vetala had resigned to stay as far away from the majority of the students; between Christof's attempted hitting of others and the Wrath Demon's...wrath-y-ness, could you blame her? But it was Israfel that caught her attention again. He looked...nervous? Odd, Israfel never really looked that nervous before! She gave her Battle of the Bands leader a smile that she hoped was reassuring, and set about to try and figure out what he was asking her.

"...I...want to?" She settled with, nodding a bit. "I...I mean...I haven't been able to get a new guitar since then...and I'm sure I'm terrible-but-not-in-the-good-way, but I...I want to! Are you going to sing for us?" It was only fair to ask, right? Despite how many times she cringed upon hearing him, she really did think he was much better than she could ever be.

"Why, thank you!" Lizzy giggled at the mention of her being polite, her smile widening as she found herself relaxing a little around Sepheran; he seems nice enough to her! As her fingers came into contact with Liannan, she ran a finger gently down her head repeatedly, her expression softening at how smooth her scaly skin was, "Liannan is so pretty... She's a lovely white color!"

Looking up at the boil's comment, she paused, "Ah... Regarding that, I can't help but notice that... Well..." She hesitated for a second as she lifted her hand off Liannan, tilting her head, "Are you blind?" She hoped it didn't come across as her being rude; she was simply curious.

The word 'Christmas' brought back many memories, most of which were bad - in fact, it caused the Demoness to frown slightly as she nodded, "Unfortunately, I did... Although since you asked, did you go through that horrible experience as well?" She don't recall seeing him there, but the students were split up most of the time... And even when they were gathered at the main warehouse where something exploded and sent them flying, there was simply too much going on for her to have noticed him.

Well, that was it then, wasn't it. The patchwork couldn't talk. Great. This was probably the best company he had been forced to keep since he had arrived at this blasted school. He flinched slightly at Christof's fingers on his arm (no touchy), then looked off in the direction the boil was pointing.

"Yeah. Use people. Sh'does'it. Lots." He grinned. "She'd prob'ly loveta getter mark on you." No. He was not going to mention the one she had given him, thank you very much.

As Barth got back to questioning the hunchback, West leaned back in his seat and turned his attention to the jacket in his lap. He picked at the fabric, and several minutes later he unveiled some ridiculously heinous s**t. With the help of the demon's misplaced efforts to fight back, the stand had managed to rip open two lovely flapping crescent moons of meaty skin along the back of West's hand and palm. When he held his hand up, a thin trail of blood sluggishly oozed down his wrist and into the cuff of his shirt. Blech. At least his pants remained unscathed. One point for waterproof outerwear.

"I think I'ma... gonna clean thissup." Despite the fact that he ran on FEAR, West couldn't help but feel slightly lightheaded at the realization that all of the blood pooled in his coat used to be in his body. Not that he was sharing that information with anyone. He frowned and rose to his feet, looking around for something to wrap around his hand.

Amrita would not be held accountable for her actions when there was a fire in the room.

Thankfully, there was none, and she just settled in to smiling at the Siren who, for reasons beyond her understanding, was acting funny; at least he was to her. She remembered him as being very confident...then again, her memory had failed her before!

"...! I...I never thought of that!" She gasped out in complete surprise; the school could lend her one?! That would be...fantastic! Israfel was so smart! The little Undead was absolutely beaming at him now. "Yes! We almost did!" She agreed to his question, nodding a bit. Terrible wasn't bad, and they weren't the only one to lose, right? It wasn't her fault they couldn't make it!

"...I think you're way better than I am?" Amrita admitted to Israfel despite the questioning tone, still rather curious as to why he was so...sheepish. That was her job! "Uhhm...w-well..." Pressing her lips together, she looked down at her heels, her toes wiggling on the ground behind her. "Do you...like singing?" She questioned, glancing up at him.

West smirked as the boil proudly showed off his marks. At least it seemed someone was happy to be made a servant. He noted that Yaya's didn't look like these others at all. He wondered what his looked like.

"Prouda y'self there aren'tcha," he snerked. West looked off in the direction in which Christof was gesturing. Junko? Was that the ghoul's name? Did she sew? He had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate the state of his hands, which was excellent, actually. Disapprove away.

"Y'wanna go ova'there? Lessgo." If there was a chance he might get some ghoul to cry, or worse, before this class even began, it would put him in a considerably better mood.

"Well but, didn't we just err," Barth looked very reluctant, then slumped further down into his chair.

Oh well, he'd tried. No one could say he hadn't. Actually, he might prefer if they did. He had a reputation to uphold. ...Christof might have a better fighting chance now that he had back up, anyway. Well. Back up that wasn't him.

Not that he wanted to see a fellow NAP Club member plowed into the ground. But it was less his business if he was all the way on the opposite side of the classroom.