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One last attempt, then she was giving this part of skull up as too fragile to break apart. The others could collect if she failed... she just wanted to be able to give a piece to West.

This time she carefully traced an outline with her claw to tap out.

((Attempt 3, Try 1: Hit))

Junko continued to chip away at the skull as the other ghoul thought about her description.

"Ah, yes. Hims."

Oh, thank Jack.

"Died."

Junko stopped chiseling.

"Killed."

She didn't even bother to watch the...delicate reenactment Savior put on of how Seiji had died.

"Yup. Dead."

Junko's face was completely deadpan as she stared down at the rock in her hands. She could throw it. She could chuck it into that ghoul's face for so casually explaining how her boilfriend was dead. Would anyone fault her? Really? Would they disapprove of her actions if she just...

No.

Junko set the rock down without a word. She then stood up, gently moved away from Xiu's hand, and walked away.

She was done. She quit. As she walked away she kicked a rock as hard as she could, pretending it was the 'big feech' that the ghoul had mentioned killed her boilfriend. ******** of a....! First Red. Now. Seiji. ********. What. What was even. She told him! She told him everything would be okay! This wasn't supposed to happen! This was..this was all her fault!

"Red. Said. We. Can't. DIE." Junko finally cried, burying her hands in her hair and trying desperately not to shout in frustration. She wanted to go home. She wanted out of this place.

Well if that didn't make the hound face fault. "Savior, i'm Demi, remember?" he said in an expaserated tone.

you'd think that if a ghoul tried to break your arm off, she'd at least remember the face and name of the person. he might have begun to polish a bit too forcefully at that point as he scrubbed away like his life depended on it.

(Attempt 3: hit)

Calder had been at a loss of what exactly was happening ever since he had been tossed on the field, nude and very worn down. What little fragments of the situation he could get from passing students really wasn't enough to grasp the entire picture. What lead to the current situation to make Red as changed as she was, let alone attacking others, was completely missed by him. Not to mention that he was still confused as to why these "hunters" were here in the first place in what was supposed to be a field trip. Aside from the mention that they could change students into weapons, he wondered if they were just here for that. Confusion was high and he was left with more questions that he was rather sure would not be answered.

The gravity of Red's words, her situation, and eventually her death, had been taken in with the numbness of an onlooker who didn't know what they could do or should do. Most of the students he saw were in no way ready to fight the hunters again, and Red was fighting a war Calder didn't even know was going on before it was already ending. In the end, she had saved them from being captured, something he was forever grateful for, but her death left his own emotions confused. While he knew he should be sad, he was left more unsure and confused as to what to do next. Red had not been his best buddy since childhood, or a family friend. He didn't know her aside from the short time he crossed paths with her. She was a stranger to him aside from knowing who she was and where she worked, and he couldn't fully put the sort of rage and sorrow in her passing as others had. While he felt sick to his stomach, even sad both because she was gone in such a tragic way, and even for them, she was still a stranger to him. A stranger who died protecting them all. That in itself made him guilty and yet he felt he should return something back to her.

While he wasn't sobbing, having yet to fully digest something that he thought was impossible, he waited for the ice to melt before making his way over to her. What did frustrate him, tear him apart, and really make him feel sad was how she died. No creature should be ruined in such a way. Disgraced after passing by having her body bashed and to pass on in this realm. While she seemed dead, he wondered if she would arrive back in school as a ghost.

It still seemed a shame to leave her here, and like others, he went to work gathering the biggest piece he could to bring back home. Other students were doing the same, being sympathetic vultures as they picked her carcass. When they gave their pin to her, he felt that the symbol of backing someone up in time of need was rather wrong. They had all been here and yet Red had to take care of them, and when she needed protection and backup, they could do nothing. He worked on gathering a piece, working to tear off a piece of her horn.

Roll 1

The corners of the hunchback's mouth twitched up in a weak smile as he sidled closer, quietly putting his finds back into the safety of his satchel before positioning it carefully on his lap. The run-wizard's covering for him thankfully was still holding, although he didn't know how much longer. He should at least put on those spare underpants.

He sighed, slowly, carefully, leaning against Barth's shoulder as he freed his hands to sign, "Glad-you-were-here. Glad-you-are-okay. Could-have-been-very-bad."

"It very nearly was. More than once. I wasn't the only one," Barth said, looking up towards where Calder was busying himself with the remains.

"But I'm alright. You know, until the next thing comes along. ...I wouldn't have been, if you hadn't come after me."

Christof stared at Calder numbly trying to break off a memento himself, his expression becoming worried again. "Of-course-came-for-you. You-are-Master."