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Mot flinched and yelped loudly, his hand gripping Hel tightly. Please don't lunge at Hel while she's sitting on my lap PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE! He pleaded mentally, cowering behind the shorter reaper.

What a fantastic example the RA was setting.

"Freya! Stand down!" He cried terrified behind Hel. "This is not exemplary behaviour for an RA!" He now had both arms wrapped around Hel, to keep her from going wild.

"Hel please don't fight.." He whimpered behind her.

Hel was about ready to fly off of Mot’s lap once her sister lunged at her, but Freya was held back by Kettil, and Mot’s hold on her was there and reassuring. Though, really, the whimper from the boil was like a dagger being plunged into her heart and then twisted. It also served to make her more upset though, because everyone liked to agitate her, which in turn agitated Mot.

Ugh. Recognizing that she needed to remove herself from the situation, for that was what was best, Hel pushed away from the boil, and stood, clenching her fists. “Picking you for the RA was a joke and a mistake.” She sneered at her sister. “Jack! You all—“ Being Freya, Kettil, and sorta Piper “Just make me want to get the hell out of this school so that I can get away from you all!” The ghoul then stormed off and out of the common room, before she get herself into any more trouble, and because she didn’t care to give anymore input about mottos and mascots and what not.

[Exit (thank goodness)]

At first Piper was like



because excuse you, Hel, why all the anger--

And then she was like



because oh that's why.

"Freya."

Mort was standing now, and while his face was obscured it was quite obvious where he was glaring.

"Will behave yourself or will revoke title n' send you to office," he growled, and then added at the other reaper's back as she left. "Hel, if could participate in one event without making fights, would be nice. If keep going, will also begin disciplinary action."

Piper just sort of wibbled in place, unsure of how to react beyond looking a little frightened.

Mot had never been more proud of Hel. While albeit she did seem to leave with parting arguments, she did the thing he never thought he'd see her do; walk away. However, his best friend was now upset and alone. Or possibly alone.

Mot let out a breath after all was said and done, nodding to the crowd and getting up from his seat.

"I hope the debate fairs well." He said to his friends, and lightly moved from the move, likely after Hel.

[[Exiting~<3]]

Endzela eyed the rat on Enzo's shoe and gave a quiet click of her beak as if saying 'hello little morsel'. Then she saw Piper was upset and at once she flew down toward the ghoul and perched near her and gave a light ruffle of her wing against the ghoul's arm, "Come now, precious. You can try and chat with her later, hm? Don't be so distraught."

Kettil meanwhile uttered a quiet, "Sorry," over at Mot as he left and also at Mort as he just hugged Freya and held onto her. He wasn't apologizing for his wife as much as himself. Not everyone interacts with others at their best after all, "Ahh. Hel is Hel and she's still growin' up. We all are, ya?"

Some people's passions ran higher.

Freya turned to look at Belladonna with all the remorse of a rock, and rolled her eyes. The ghoul was just acting up because Freya had stuck her tongue out at Mort. What a crime. So she chose to ignore it, and all of the remarks about Hel, because Belladonna was not hard like her sister. Bella and Freya had not grown up in the same house together, learned to swing and fight with each other, and Freya wasn't about to treat Bella like she did her sister. She wouldn't be able to handle it. So for the sake of friendship, she kept her mouth shut.

Just barely.

The only words she was actually listening to, were Kettil's. "She is. I just thought - I mean, we had a talk the other day. So I thought things were different." She shrugged her shoulders softly. "Not as different as I'd hoped."

Mort just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Easy, Bells, easy," he murmured, appreciating the effort but not the addition of more yelling; she got a small imploring look and a touch on the shoulder to hopefully placate her. He then turned to Freya and spoke in a more conversational, calmer volume. "After meeting, would like t'talk t'you, Freya. Won't be long, promise."

He didn't sound as if he was leaving room for her to say no, as he was already addressing the group as a whole. "At this point, most voted for colors're black with 12 n' blue with 5, though red n' yellow or gold's close third place tie," Mort stated, glancing off his notes. "Last motto can remember was one by, ah . . . Johan, right? 'We Are Not As We Seem.' Also Bells's suggestion t'think 'bout. N' last bit can remember've mascot is traditional reaper with scythe."

He settled back down on his stool and pushed his glasses up. "Is not finalizing anything--just simply updating you guys."

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Piper jumped a bit when she felt the owl's wing brush her. "O-Oh, uh . . . Hey, Endy," she mumbled. "Yeah, I guess . . ." Sure, she knew Hel had spirit, and sure she knew the ghoul definitely didn't mind throwing low-blows--but her abrupt exit made the mage's stomach curl and sour.

She tossed Kettil and Freya a look that was somewhere between "I don't know what happened" and "I'm sorry it did"--but no way was she getting close to either right now.

The witch got a weak wave.