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((OOC: IDK if it's a GM spelling error but both say outside for the cell. I'm assuming that the first option is for those outside of the cell, the second for inside.))

Israfel made a short high pitched semi-scream as he fell. The kind that lasted for such a short time it was overall unnoticed. The landing was painful and the siren couldn't help but think about how this place was most definitely out to get them. Just like the seagulls in the ocean, (damn them forever). But seagulls we not here. what was here was- "Emily?" The tiny reaper from...school? A faded memory of something...it was..the singles board? Yes! The other bathroom! They had been in detention together and-
Before Israfel could smile and play any sort of catch up with the little reaper, a cloaked figure appeared, their sword digging right through her chest. Blue eyes shooting open for who knew how many times that day and Israfel watched as Emily crumpled and faded, the rattle of the falling keys and her tiny voice the apologetic reaper's swan song.

Gone.

Just like that.

Looking at the reaper, the Siren trembled. The other students were locked in a cell. Only a few of them were out in the open.
With the reaper. And the keys.

He knew he wasn't a fighter, heck, most fights he wanted to flee from. Inside the cell, there were many more students. Many more students who were far better fighters then him. Scrambling for the the keys, The siren moved for them, only to find them out of his reach.

((HP: 22))

Tybalt only shook his head at Whisper, still frustrated of being unable to so much as make the door budge.

"Normally yes I would have been able to... but I can't phase through objects in this place. It's like something on this island is preventing me from being able to." He sighed; putting his hand on the door once to prove his point, before moving back and leaning against one of the padded walls. His tail flicking in annoyance as he watched the patchwork boil.

What did he think he was going to be able to do? Break the bars down? Sure they were old, but this cell was built to keep things in. He highly doubted a few panicked strikes were going to do anything. Except make a lot of racket. But really. This was ridiculous! All this way only to be trapped in a cell!? What the hell were they supposed to do now? Simply wait and hope that an ally with keys would come across and let them out? Che! Unlikely!

Or not as unlikely as he thought.

Not too long after, a familiar face appeared; stuttering and apologizing.

"Emily!" He called, shocked, but relieved to see the little reaper ghoul safe and sound. Even more so when he heard to rattling of keys.

Oh! Thank Jack and thank little Emily! Now they could get out of the cell! They wouldn't be stuck down here! Or so he thought. Just as she was about unlock the door, something shot through her chest before retreating back again and leaving a spattered trail of red across the floor.

"E-Emily...?" He started slowly, approaching the door; confused by what had just happened.

"Emily! Hey Emily wake up! Come on Emily!" How could he do that to her!? She was unarmed! Not to mention practically harmless! He even stabbed her in the back! That was low! Even for them!

"You ******** lowlife b*****d!" He snarled through bared teeth; ears flat against his skull and looking very much like a caged and angry beast. Though rather than rush forward like the others, he hung back. Waiting for the opportune moment.

((Since the prompt did not specify I could use the keys if I nabbed them, I'll wait for further instructions.))

Gabrian was so about ready to give up on this whole field trip. He just wanted to sit down in the deepest, darkest (most humid) corner of this hell hole an hug himself to sleep. Or death. Whatever came first; at this point he didn't really care, because anything had to be better than the constant pain he was receiving from every choice he made as they descended deeper and deeper into the lab-tomb-faculty.

While it was true that the elevator did not come crashing down on them as the nix had initially feared it might (he wasn't made to be climbing down small, constricting, claustrophobic, underground holes - at least not in this form!). Of course, nice things on this Jack forsaken island never seemed to last, and just as Gabrian managed to regain some few shreds of hope back... the building shook, seemingly caused by explosions generated somewhere on one of the floors above them. Then, the ladder bent and down they all fell, landing painfully on the ground bellow.

The landing was enough to knock the air out of the demon's lungs, but he was thankfully lucid enough to roll out of the way, in case one of his friends, or someone else came crashing down on him. Clutching his chest as he gasped for breath, Gabrian sat up just in time to watch Emily be impaled from behind; the keys she had been about ready to use to free several trapped students falling with a clatter on the floor. His eyes flew from the reaper, down to the keys, just a small way aways and up again. He didn't really think he was going to manage to attack the reaper; at least not yet. Not until he managed to catch his breath again anyhow, and as such... he did the next best thing that came to mind.

Slowly, he allowed his tail to move closer to the keys, hoping against all hope that the reaper was paying more attention to the few attacking students than to him. When the tip of his tail touched the metal, he allowed himself a small smirk (which was more of a twisted grimace than a real smirk; he kind of hurt after that damned fall). Curling his his tail around the keys, he brought them nearer and then finally secured them, grabbing them with his right hand before moving to at least stand in front of Ren. His left arm was now wrapped around his middle, almost as if he were still winded, or as if something there rather hurt, "Got the keys," this was whispered hoarsely to the gryphon before he turned his eyes towards the students in the cells (Some of which he recognized, like Barth, Carry and Calder, some of which he did not - not like it really mattered at this point), waiting for the opportune moment to use the keys he'd managed to snatch.

He was so out of it he had very little time to even register the fact the reaper had addressed the pride demoness, but he did send her a small, questioning look.

Gabrian: 20HP

Key has been successfully retrieved! Yay! (I hope)

Alessa's fall from the elevator ladder could have been worse, but when she landed the force of the impact caused her to tumble to the floor and slide across it a bit. It gave her the starts of a few bruises and some scrapes, but nothing too terrible, though her previously twisted ankle wasn't too happy. She managed to get herself up and move over to Ren, Gabe, and Belladonna just as Emily disappeared from the thrust of a sword. She hadn't caught enough of it to really understand what was going on, but that didn't mean her instincts weren't flaring up in protest. The figure before them was a danger that was clear. In the face of such things, there were only two possible courses of action; fight or flight. Since she didn't see an obvious way to flee, plus taking their injured and trapped into consideration, that left her only the first option.

Despite aches and pains Alessa sprinted forward and delivered a sliding kick to the figure, lifting one leg and than kicking him with the other. She connected rather forcefully, but she didn't hang around to receive a counter blow. She jumped back and then took careful steps backward, keeping herself between Ren's injured figure laying across the floor and Gabe, who had gotten the keys. She gave him a sideways look, as if to tell him to focus on using those keys, before directing her gaze back tot he figure. Her heart was thrumming uncomfortably in her chest and she jittered with adrenaline. If she and some of the other students attacking could keep the figure's attention until those trapped were free...

(( HP: 20
Damage: 4 ))

Calder and Calder both did what they could. Not that he was responsible to them any more, or vice versa, but Barth did what he could too, which was squeeze a bit of slime from his soggy first aid kit through the cell doors. He was all too aware of the flammability of soft things.

The slime didn't get far, but it did sizzle a bit.

He was going to die, he thought, trapped inside the equivalent of a giant couch.

Not that he knew Emily, very well, and he thought she died in the fire up above any way, but it didn't mean he was glad to see crumple into her cloak like a retiring jedi, destroyed by something very large, and very flamey. And when the reaper had spoken to them in the Cell, it was Carry that stepped back, Carry who looked at her hands, Carry who he knew had...changed, since the whole thing with Steve.

Carry who had come to him asking about important, looming things. And he hadn't pried. He tried to be lassez faire about most things. Now he was prying.

"413? It was you they drug off." Barth hissed, oozing back away from the door, "And they just let you go? Are you Avarice, or aren't you? Who are you? Whose side are you on?"

HP: 21
Damage: 2

((Disregard, rolled the wrong dice.))

When everyone finally managed to hit the ground in their own respective pile of limbs Sammy found Siddie had landed not to far. Rolling slightly she looked at Siddie with an expression that suggested something along the lines of your grannies panties or YOUR panties? Guilty as charged she might have taken a look up when they were climbing down, but in her defense they were almost practically dating right?

Taking Siddie's hand she steadied her self with her mace offering another quick wet cough before turning to Emily. It seemed the girl was good for something other then interupting a near fight in Crickets class. The turn of events was enough to put a smile on Sammy's face.

Right up until the Reaper impaled the poor girl from behind.

This trip sucked. Just like Christmas Town, it seemed someone else was out to kill them now too. She didn't know Emily personally, honestly the only time she ever recalled the girl really was just during the loud outburst during the sex ed class. She wasn't dangerous, she wasn't even a threat to the Reaper but he still decided to stab the poor girl through the back and that proved one point to her.

They were all in a really bad situation.

Turning back towards Siddie she blinked as the slightly smaller Ghoul offered her a kiss on the cheek. In the moments that followed Sammy looked from Siddie, to the Reaper, and back to Siddie. "Oh screw it..." she muttered before pulling Siddie back again for a kiss on the lips.

"You know, just in case one of us ends up dead before prom gets around."

With that she turned towards the Reaper watching as Siddie started towards him, Rain following not far behind. (Rather the way the Hunter leaped it was like they were following her now.)

Slowly the boney grip on her mace would tighten, FEAR slowly leaking into her weapon. Was it from her? Maybe a bit, she almost wondered if the FEAR she felt was the students all reacting to the reaper or everything that had happened so far? She had noticed it earlier running through the fog, but now, now it was very clear. The mace slowly changed from a dull grey to a purpled black. Slow whisps of cold fog seemed to follow the head of it as Sammy started to move towards the reaper, slowly twirling the mace in her hand.

"You killed one of our friends, accused one of our own of being something worse then a demon, and to top it off I've had a shitty day. I'm sick of this school sending us off to do the dirty work but Jack as my witness I am going to crush your damn skull in!"

Lifting the mace in both hands now she rushed in jabbing with the head, and swinging out before crashing back in, but it did no good. The Reaper seemed to always dance just out of reach of each swing.

This was bad, very bad.

((4+2 = 6 no damage, HP19 ))