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Claire's eyes widened as she stared at the new little girl. She felt that the girl's costume was absulotely horrid and wondered why her guardian would allow such a thing. She kept her distance from them, trying not to make it obvious.
Kameri was also staring at the other child, but unlike Claire, Kameri was in awe. The blood looked so real, she felt drawn to it. She decided that she would not feel this way about a costume, this must be what the girl truly looked like. She approached the other infant, something she'd never done with anyone else and spoke,"Who are you?"

Instantly, Tyr regretted coming in, he sighed a bit and ran his fingers through his long mane of black hair - one of his nervous habits. He gave the crowd a shy wave, and took note that all their eyes seemed to be on the hellion twin; well, all those disgusted looks must be making her happy, at least...and he learned early on that a happy Serkan is rare, but when it happens, it means less pain for him. Laughing nervously, he pointed down at Serkan. "This is my horror story, everyone. This is..." He paused, how was the name pronounced again...? Oh yeah. "Serkanda." He motioned to both the infants, the giggly and the growling.

And indeed, Serkan was happy. She seemed to understand what people were absolutely digusted and horrified at the sight of her, and well...good for them! They had sense enough to understand she was something to be feared. The corners of her pale lips twitched in what looked like the beginning of a sadistic grin, though her ever-moving hair sometimes hid it from view. However...there was one infant here who actually talked to her! The corpse child's head turned to face the curious one, giving her an unblinking stare. "Serkan." She stated flatly at length, surprisingly well spoken for a new infant such as she. Serkan didn't bother to ask the girl for her name; mainly because she didn't care to know.

Kandajha stared bright-eyed at the way everyone stared at his twin; it seemed her grotesque appearance was lost on him. He whimpered a bit...everyone shouldn't be so afraid! He figured Serkan couldn't be all bad; she hadn't hurt anyone...yet. Well, aside from Tyr anyway. He caught the look Kima and her current caretaker had given his twin, and felt his heart sink...one looked terrifyed, and the other looked like he wanted to kill her! Coo'ing gently, the boy slid off of Tyr's lap and glided towards Kima, who, luckily, was in his stretching limit. "No f'raid! S'okay!" He reassured her, happily patting her arm with his chubby hand.

Still, while the twins interacted, Tyr ignored Mos and watched them intently. He knew Andy wouldn't do anything...but Serkan...well, he kept his eyes on her, his gloves hands ready to grab her at any moment.

Dante had stayed silent the whole time until Serkanda arrived. It was someone new, seemingly two people with... one pair of foamy legs? It was blurry from their waist down, so she coldn't really tell. Kinda like that other girl, what was her name? She couldn't remember. The boy seemed a bit too giglish for her taste, but the girl sure seemed interesting with her wriggly hair. Maybe it was Serkan's evil spreading, but, whatever it was, made Dante smirk coldly. The blood? Oh, but nothing would stop her from fulfilling the usual ritual. She hadn't accomplished it with Turel (out of reach) or Kameri (more focused on the run), but this time they wouldn't escape. First, the boy. Putting the scythe down, still with her hoodie up, she walked to Andy and began touching his face with her gloved hands, every inch of his head not escaping.

Andy seemed pleased by Kima's smile, and the golden-haired boy pat her arm once more with his chubby hand. He didn't understand why she was scared, but he was doing his best to help! Still looking at Kima, he pointed at himself. "Andee." He informed her happily. He then looked like he were about to say something else...but instead, he found someone's hands on his face. Blue eyes lifting towards the blindfolded girl, he leaned his head to the side. "Buh?" He asked her curiously, sitting still as she physically examined his face.

Serkan inclined her head very slightly when the other girl repeated her name, 'staring' at her unblinkingly for a while, then turning her head to look at her twin, somehow feeling his confusion over the face touching. However, instead of facing her twin, she faced the child that was touching her brother...and then she went still, the only thing about her that moved were her hair, and the blood that fell from her gaping eyesockets.

Still, Tyr was ready for action, nervously staring down at the darker of the twins.

((Sorry I have posted in so bloody long >< real life has just taken over everything I do....Judging will be done by this weekend!))

"Dante." The infant simply presented herself, taking her gloves off afterwards, just to fiddle with his soft hair next. He wasn't anything unusual at all, but the reason behind tucking the gloves under her arm were to have term of comparison with the other twin's hair, which Dante had been sensing wiggling as if it had a will of it's own. Nope, his was normal. With the same indifference towards whether Serkan aprooved it or not, the girl shifted to her, starting to run her curious fingers over the bloodied face, intrigued about what was sticking to her own skin.

Mya didn't seem too thrilled with the idea, but she kept withdrawn from reacting, simply stepping to Syd's side just to keep a better eye on the children.

((Oh... my... god... Hell has broken loose...))

The shriek sent a long shiver down Dante's back, along a hunch something bad was about to happen. It all went through on a split second: Serkan's clawed hand sliced down with her vicious intent, and if Dante hadn't managed to back up a little and turn her head to the side, she'd have probably ended up with four rather nasty, deep cuts. Instead, only one of the slashes was deep enough to leave a scar thankfully, over her left cheek, though blood began trickling out of all the wounds. Even if it spared her eye, the harm was done.

Taking her hands instinctively to her face, the shredded remains of Dante's blindfold fell to pieces on the ground. Mya gasped, paralyzing on her place. "No!" she uttered, her eyes widening. The girl didn't have the will to comand her own body, so terrified of the consequences now.

Dante, staggering back at the stinging pain on the left side of her face, tripped back on something, falling on her back. Rage was building up on her, not only from the pain, but the smell of blood, the feel of blood, the taste of the crimson liquid that swirled to the corner of her mouth, all waking the thirst for vengeance. In an impulse, the ToR opened her eyes, only to close them again in response to the bright light, thankfully not leaving her any time to focus her sight on anything. Hell, she didn't see anything, so painful it had been this first time she opened her eyes to the world. It only added up as well, bringing past wickedness, coldness, ruthlessness into light as well. Old Dante came into control to get vengeance, and the first action was to pick up her scythe (where she had tripped...). And, with an inhuman war cry, the fierce little girl brandished the weapon, throwing herself at Serkan, trying to take multiple swipes at her new found enemy. She didn't know if any of the blows had indeed hit the target, but she kept going at it with every bit of wrath she had on the twisted brain that was hers right now.

These attempts of violence had at least the effect of making Mya snap out and before any(more) harm could be done by Dante's blind swinging (the scythe's blade was blunt, but the sudden strength and speed were enough to make it cut, even if less deeply than it would be if it was sharp), she reached for the rampaging infant, earning a free swipe at one of her legs, put one of her hands over Dante's eyes and restrained her movements with the other, in a tight kind of hug. Thankfully Dante was small, Mya thought with a sigh, or she'd have to resort to more drastic measures, as the ToR kept trying to wriggle out of the hold. "I'm sorry Tyr..." Mya appologized, hoping no colateral damage had leaked to the young man.