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Whisper appeared in the room with only one goal; to pay her respects to Red. There would be plenty of time later for the pleasantries that were usually associated with the joy of victory and the sadness of grieving. She approached the the shattered pieces of her fallen hero and fell to her knees, unable to control her shaking body. She fell forward onto the skull, trying to wrap her arms tightly around whatever she could get a grip on. She didn't care who could see her falling apart. If one listened close enough, they could probably hear words that were barely forming between sobs. "I'm so sorry, I wish I could have done something...I had so many questions, so many things l wanted to learn from you. I won't forget you, I could never forget you even if I tried. You will always be a part of me. Always."

The place where her face rested was soaked with tears, and she found it hard to peel herself away. She knew the moment she let go, she could never go back. She would have to begin moving forward. No one would miss her if she just stayed here forever...right? Her brain gave her a mental face slap. How dare she even debate leaving her loved ones behind because she was grieving. If she went through with staying behind, she would hate herself. Hell, she was sure everyone would hate her too.

Whisper wiped her face, slowly drawing in a deep breath. She noticed the pins lacing the skull, and thought it was absolutely beautiful. It was debatable if Red would think the same, but it was all with the best intentions. She pulled out one of her own and added it to the collage.



The ghoul stood, barely able to keep her footing through her shaking, and looked over the ashen battleground. She would take a token of her own, something she would keep with her forever. She moved over to one of the horns, and took a swing.

[Try 1, hit 1 = Success]

The horn cracked, that was a good sign. Hopefully this streak of luck would continue, and she would be able to get a sizable piece to keep as a memento.

[Try 1, Hit 2 = Success]

It cracked once more, almost giving way. She was so close, hopefully she wouldn't smash the piece too hard. She would hate for it to be ruined.

With the final hit, a piece roughly the size of her palm fell into her hand. Whisper held it to her face, overjoyed that she would have something other then her memories to remember Red by.

[Try 1, Hit 3 = Success~!
Horn Piece obtained! ]

Entering from Couch Domain

Stepping out on to the field, Mei stared at what appeared to be the horrible truth--Red really was dead. Hesitating, she slowly made her way over to the remains of her former teacher. This was supposed to be a field trip! How could something like this even happen!? Did the school faculty know what they were up against?

Biting at her lower lip, she knelt down by Red's remains as she approached. Emblems were displayed all over the place--left in tribute to their professor..former professor. Pressing her hand to the skull, left an emblem of her own. It was the least she could do--to show respect to Red. These hunters..would pay. One way or another.

Getting to her feet, she glanced about the field for Bul. Even though the boil was easy to tell apart, there was just too many students on the field to pick him out immediately. And her team--did they all make it okay? She knew that some had shared a similar fate as her. She would need to make sure, she needed to see them all.

Jack had finally answered his prayers. Bul watched as Mei approached the small shrine of students' pins and waited till she had paid her respects before rushing over- with a small limp albeit- and panting from over exerting himself.

The half beast approached his ghoulfriend covered in scabs and well.. nothing else really. "mei...


MEI~" Bul cooed out as he stumbled towards her with arms wide open. Of all the things he wanted now that it was all over he wanted to hold her most. Even in this battered and bruised state he had nothing else to wait for. She was finally here and he could leave this desolate place in peace. "Oh Mei, I'm so sorry I just- Mei~"

Bul was too happy for intelligent words.

Junko was keeping her distance from everyone, keeping her back turned and her hands over her face. She was upset, but more importantly she was ashamed. She'd lost her cool in front of everyone not once, not twice but at least three times that she could remember. That was not proper for a young lady! Not at all! Especially not when something that would be preferred was calm, cool and collected. But Junko was none of those things right now. She was a wreck. Her head hurt, her chest hurt, her arms and chest and hands and parts of her face had burns all over them on top of smeared blood all over her face that wasn't even her own blood; her hair was singed, her clothes were falling apart, and she felt ready to just throw up right where she stood she was that unhappy. Her shoulders shook with forcefully quiet sobs as she tried not to bring anymore unwanted attention to herself. She just wanted to go home. Maybe take a long shower and then an even longer nap. But no. They were stuck here.

...Why were people cheering? Junko heard the cries of happiness and her heart leapt in her throat. They weren't Red's name, so it wasn't that. They were the names and voices of students who--

"Junko!"

Seiji. Junko's hands shook and her heart raced as she turned to see where he was. It couldn't be her imagination. No way. He had to be here. He had to-- "SEIJI!" She cried when wide glowing eyes spotted him, taking all of one step before he had reached her and picked her up. Her breath escaped her in a forced gasp as he crushed her against him, not caring even in the slightest as she eagerly returned the kiss he was giving her. The cold skin, the soft hair, the tight hold of his arms but the gentle touch of his hands. This. He was real. He was here. He was back. Something was right again. He didn't even need to worry about her breaking their kiss, because there was no way Junko was going to allow herself to end it after the s**t she had just gone through. An arm was clutched around his neck and a hand was buried in his hair, gripping the back of his head in her desperate cling to the boil. She even went as far as to force her hair to curl around his body even being oblivious to his lack of any clothing whatsoever. She did not care.

Finally it was he who ended it and she gasped quietly for air when he did, her eyes opening again to look upon the face that had been so sorely missed during this entire fiasco. Her Seiji. Hers. He was here, holding her and talking and being alive. Or as alive as a ghost could get. Her emotions finally caught up with her again as her eyes filled with tears and her shoulders shook, leaning in to bury her face hard against his neck and clinging to him in any way she could with her arms, her legs and even her hair as she tried to shrink against Seiji and hide her sobs. "I-ahah-I'm so sor-sah-sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" She cried into his neck, fingers clenching so nails dug into his shoulder and pressed hard against the back of his head. "I-I'm s-so so-sorry! It'sallmyfauuuuuult!" Not...this incident..but the fact that she let him come. That she left him and he got hurt, and he died again. It was all her fault. All her ******** fault.

"Ijustwannagohome." Junko whimpered pathetically, continuing to cry and just let out every last bit of hurt and frustration she had left. It was better she get it out now than cry the entire way home...if they made it home. She had yet to notice there was now a doorway out of this damn place.

Wait. This place. Junko suddenly lifted her head and looked around until she saw what was left of Red. The movements of so many students had disturbed the ash, and there were pieces missing here and there from students taking bits of her for keepsake. Junko didn't want to ruin her anymore...but the ash...she needed something to carry it in. But what? Maybe if she ripped off one of her pant legs and filled it like a pouch? She wouldn't mind that. She hated pants anyway. "Se-Seiji canyouhelpme?" She managed to get out between heaving breaths, gesturing to the skull. Junko paused. Did...did Seiji know...? "Seiji...Red...she...she's..I.." She whimpered and brought a hand to her mouth to bite down on one of her knuckles. She didn't want to say it anymore. Oh please, Jack no.

Tess had somehow managed to pull herself together, her entrails now kept safe within her body. Her wings had disappeared, as did her fangs, and her tongue was no longer hollow or straw-like. Just in time as the fire once again enveloped them, only... she didn't feel any heat. In fact, it was almost... pleasant. Almost.

The undead had no words to say. She wasn't... familiar with Red, other than that one time where she'd spoken to the Gym Professor for help in finding her legs. While so many of her fellow students seemed to be mourning their teacher's passing, all Tess felt was regret. She wished she could have simply stayed behind. She'd done nothing of worth, learned nothing she didn't already know, and was now witness to something that should have been heart-breaking and tear-inducing. But crimson eyes stayed dry, even when she went to approach Red's corpse once the gathering of students had thinned out.