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Minerva had spent the majority of her day staring at Blythe, talking to her, and overall trying to understand how--or rather what she was. And Blythe was happy to oblige, spilling nearly every detail about a past she could vaguely recall, about the life she lived and how much happier she was as a...well...pair of sickles. Kick a** looking sickles, but an inanimate object nonetheless.

So when the commotion peaked the woman's interests and brought her to the door of her room, Blythe was quick to reinforce the importance of understanding what it was they could and could not do now that they were a pair.

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"I know!" Minerva said with a smile, twisting the handle of the door open. "I want to tell them about you!"

Blythe went silent for a moment, before a low 'hmm' could be heard.

me?> It was her last-ditch effort, the pleading tone verging on desperation. Minerva could get the sense that Blythe simply didn't want to be alone, not after she had spent so long cooped up within the cove...and there was a touch of jealousy if Minerva happened to leave without her.

So she turned, lifted both sickles up and then walked out into the hallway. No one would mind, right? Right.

Eva screwed up her mouth in a grimace as her gaze darted between each speaker, trying to follow the argument. This was all about stuff that happened on the island, wasn't it? She ran a hand through her hair and sighed, but chose to say nothing.

When Harrison spoke up, she glanced towards him, eyes wide. As she spoke, however, her lips began to pull into an apologetic frown. "E-8? As in Epsilon 8?" She slowly began to shake her head. "I...don't think that he woke up in this batch."

When she looked back to realize that Jerry had summoned his weapon--a bazooka--Eva finally decided that this had gone too far. "For the love of god, put that down! Are you trying to kill everyone here?" As she spoke, she tried to grab Otto and slap her hand over his mouth. The last thing they needed was for Otto to say something that would trigger Jerry to fire that bazooka.

And then someone else--a guy who she had seen leave earlier--suddenly yelled out and began to head back over. Oh good, he looked like he had a good head on his shoulders.

Ugh what a pain, what a pain.

It was clear that the exhaustion was only going to continue. Leon watched blearily as the suddenlyirate Jerry decided to pull out the big guns. Literally.

Not making many friends today Meathead? Nidhogg grumbled out, amused with the turn of events. It was like watching a soap opera or whatever they called it in that place. Its Mourn operas

"Racist? Sometimes Jer, I think you might have brain damage." It probably didn't even help when he shook him after taking that strange pill that knocked the guy out that day after the mission. "Oh yes, we did a great job working with others as they were "sacrificed" to the means of the trial." God, it was tiring to talk to the guy when he was like this, he had to wonder if it was the same whenever he himself got worked up in a frenzy. Probably was.

"While you were off trying to promote peace and love during the chaos, I was trying to defend the squad and yes, let alpha and zeta combine. A group of 26 that would have to turn against one another or did that never cross your mind until the time would arise when the 12 who survived would have to be decided?" he tried to reason with Jerry at his line of thinking.

'And look at you now, pointing your weapon at a fellow trainee that isn't wearing a golem. I hope you feel good about yourself." Leon continued to run his mouth, but still giving the guy a look of pity.

Candace turned a dark glare to Leon. "Leon. Shut. The ********. Up." She was trying to push down on Jerry's arms to make him stop pointing his bazooka down the hall, at least if he shot the floor it wouldn't be so bad. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

"What part if 'everyone did stupid s**t during those trials' don't you understand? It was a test of survival not Happy Funtime Friendship Circle." Why did everyone take all of this stuff so personally?! If Jerry didn't shoot Leon, she was going to punch him herself.

Nostrils flairing, lips pursed tightly, Jerry was anything but smiles just then. As far as he was concerned he hadn't done anything wrong. Just survival. And he had since survived several missions already, *mostly* unscathed. He had no idea Leon was still so bitter about how things had turned out.

But that wasn't his problem.

Roar dematerialized in a burst of green light, zipping back to the pennywhistle that hung from the previously cheery hunter's neck.

"All I want to do," Jerry's voice was trembling, but forcibly level as Jordan and Candace both tried to quiet him, "Is start a choir. If anyone is interested in having some *fun*, come find me."

That said, he stiffly turned to stalk away from the group.

...The commotion was NOT at all what she had expected.

Brows hiked in surprise as she closed the distance from the massive crowd, standing on her toes once near enough to hear what was being said. Several of the individuals standing around were familiar, Eva and Otto (of course), Deryk and Ryan...who, now that she looked his way, was motioning her to approach--which she did, gladly.

Blythe argued.

But Minerva's focus was elsewhere, channeling in on the two men, worry slowly setting in; not for herself, but for those around them, and for the boys themselves. She also watched as the girls tried to ease the tension, standing far too close to the danger zone to make Minnie comfortable.

Finding a place beside Ryan and Bix, who both recieved a smile...and maybe a chuckle for the man who had been their guide up until the cove, Minerva sighed--still on her toes. She had arrived soon enough to get the gist of the situation and shook her head in response.

"I'm guessing that's a touchy subject then." Since, of course, Minnie held no grudges for any of those she saw. "They shouldn't be doing this inside though. It's far too dangerous."

In her head Blythe had been rambling, her tone growing angrier and angrier as Minerva chose to disregard what was being said--that is, until Blythe yelled.



I'm not leaving, Blythe. I should probably try and help...



..."What should we do?" She said aloud, although the question was for Blythe as well as the two guys beside her.

Apparently nothing, as the one wielding the weapon seemed to calm dramatically, mention something about Choir, and then shuffle off.

Minerva just stared. What...

Did E-13--or it was Harrison now--know E-8 personally, she wondered? Eva didn't voice this question aloud, though. Instead, she simply smiled, one hand on her hip and the other...oh, well. She supposed that she could let Otto go now. "Yeah, good to see you're in one piece too. I'm Eva. Nice to meet you, Harrison!"

And then Bix walked over.

Eva stared blankly for a while, and then immediately averted her gaze, cupping one of her hands against her mouth to suppress her laughter as best as she could. Once she collected herself, she managed to chirp out a cheerful, "Nice of you to join us. And it looks like things are settling down now, so..."

At the very least, the bazooka had been desummoned (thank god for that).

Roar was desummoned and she sighed with relief, at least until he began to speak. Oh no...he sounded ready to cry. It tore at Candace's heart and she reached out for him as he walked away. "Jerry.." She shot a glare at Leon before hurrying after Jerry. If he told her to leave? She'd leave. But she couldn't get herself to not check on him.