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The hunchback was out of paintballs, judging by the empty clicks of his gun, maddened eyes sweeping across the room back to the approaching kelpie just as his friend made his move. The pillow took him off guard, eyes widening further as he was sent toppling backward, the empty gun skittering across the floor as he landed heavily on his hunch, Calder on top of him.

With a howl, he tried to claw the pillow off, but it was to no avail.

The assailant had finally been apprehended.

"What?!" Colette couldn't believe Barth. He was praising Christof? That wasn't helping at all!

Walking over to Barth, the Grim Reaper pointed angrily at the paintball welt on her thigh. "How is this helpful?" she asked him. "Thank Jack Calder stopped him. I have five of these things. FIVE," she said with emphasis. Colette even lifted her tank top enough to just show the three welts on her stomach and pointed at them too. They were safe from paint thanks to her clothing and it was easy to see the damage. She didn't even bother pointing out the blatant spot of red paint on her shoulder.

"I don't want to get shot up with nothing but a pillow for protection." She folded her arms and looked at Barth with frown. She was just a little upset.

....

Only a little.

And concerned about it enough to actually not go kick Christof while he was still on the floor.

"Pillows are useless against that," she said while glancing at the gun on the floor. It was safe to say she didn't really know what a paintball match was, but training was training and she got the idea that what just happened was it.

Furthermore, she couldn't believe what she got herself into. Even if this was in store, she joined to support Barth and his club. What kind of friend would she be if she quit and wasn't there to aid him?

"No. You failed to mention it." Tybalt answered dryly to the sloth demon. Just like he failed to participate in this little 'practice.' Wasn't he supposed to be their captain or something? The least he could do was lend a helping hand, rather than sit on his rump the entire time! What was worse, now they find that they have an upcoming match? Well that was nice to know. Not! He was giving them no time to prepare, or get some REAL practice in. On top of that, how the hell did expect them to practice with pillows!? If anything it was nothing more than a brutal pillow fight. Next time he would prefer a weapon that at least equaled that of their enemy!

"When exactly is this little match?" He asked. His voice only sounding a little snappy. After all, he still wanted to tear the limbs off of that patchwork boil. The only difference now was that a certain sloth demon might be joining that same fate.

Even with the Igor down, Calder was still beating him with a pillow. That was until Barth said it was all a training exercise. It seemed the demon had put the Igor up to it, but damn did it piss the kelpie off to no ends to just be ignored like that and then shot in the FACE! Ohh, it was stinging terribly too.

Panting from wanting to tenderize Christof with a pillow, Calder turned. It still looked as if he had been shot in the head with the red paint dribbling down his brow. "The Fitness club has a whole field they were practicing in, with equipment and guns like Christof has. They take their fighting seriously too. Old Noodle Head was barking her entire club as if she was starting an army and each and every one of them were all too eager to salute her. They'd probably jump in acid for her, which means they won't be afraid of some paint marks. They were shooting each other when I was over there and having a fun time doing it." Calder reached up to try and rub the paint from his brow and frowning as it smeared on his jacket. Great.

The battle was over and now Tahki was learning there was to be a paint ball war with another club? The gryphon gulped. The meeting seemed to be over now though and honestly she was finding it hard to relax while being covered in red paint and stray pillow feathers.

So Tahki got up and slipped out as quietly and quickly as she could to get cleaned up.

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Charlie sat up for a moment and held his head. He'd taken a little to many shots to the head from paint balls. Now he wasn't feeling so great. The demon got up and was about to glide over to Calder but the kelpie seemed preoccupied. So instead Charlie followed after Tahki much to her discomfort.

The third hit finally snapped Mandy fully awake, pulling her from 'still pleasantly dozy' to 'annoyed and slightly pissed'. Luckily for Christof before she could grab a pillow and actual try to start hurting him now Calder beat her to it.

Grumbling at the state of her clothing she gave Barth a look when he said he thought that had been a training exercise before concluding the meeting. It also would have been nice if he'd told her about this pinball match, but enough people where already chewing him out for it that she stayed silent on that matter.

She had other things to talk about, now that she was awake enough to remember one of her missions for after this meeting.

"Oi, Barth, I've, er, got to talk to you privately after everyones gone, I'll be waiting over here," at this she waved towards one of the few undisturbed piles of pillow left and with a shuffle and a flop she was nestled among them.

Mandy quickly glanced around at the emptying room and decided that, yes alright this was private enough. Only now she wasn't exactly sure how to word her request, how did other beings just do this?

"I was, um, just thinking about clubs, what with us currently being at one, and, um, the whole requirement to join three and, er, well if you're going to be in three why not join ones with stuff you know you'll enjoy which is to say-" Mandy paused realising she'd started to ramble.

"Would you second my Club application for me?"

There simple. And not quite everything but hopefully he would understand.