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Mos sat staring at Dante. That was Dante? She was so...violent. Pave hurried toward Mos and put an arm around his shoulder. Mos took a tentative step forward and looked at Dante. "Therefore?" He asked cautiously. "Therefore feeling okay?" One shaky hand reached out, almost touching Dante's skin.

The piercing strike on Dante's wrist had spread the cold feeling of approaching death, and while the fear, the panic hit her full on, the hopelessness, it all joined with her already dark feelings and made the ancient thief survival instinct rise on top of everything, her perception changing to that of wild animals.

Run. Nowhere. Surrounded. Fight. Kill.

Dante would have had a shot at accomplishing the last part the same time as Serkan, her scythe ready to pierce the ToR's side, when Mya got hold of her. It was the same instinct that drove her to try and escape from the guardian's grip, that made her sink her teeth into one of Mya's arms and kick random spots on her legs. She didn't hear Mos's call, Mya's attempts at trying to soothe her down, nothing. Until Kandajha came.

The boy's healing touch managed to chill Dante down, as did his soft cooing. The pain was going away, her life was no longer threatened, she was safe... Her head pended softly to the side, leaning on one of Mya's arms, the adrenaline rush fading away and leaving behind the tired body. It was so relieving Dante would have started to sleep if it wasn't for horrible shrieking still ringing on her sensitive ears, keeping her awake. Peace was restored, and so was the little child's personality, the woman she once was retreating to the depths of her mind. She smiled back vaguely to Andy, followed closely with a yawn, as if unaware of the battle that had ensued before.

"Thank you." Mya told the good twin, smilling as well. Now, to repair the last danger... "Close your eyes Dante, close them well shut." she asked the infant, seating on the ground and leaning the ToR on her legs. Dante did as told, letting Mya take her hand away and rip the edge of one sleeve into a a new blindfold, which she carefully tied in place.

(( Pretend I'm Tyr! n.n; ))

Tyr bowed his head in an apology. "She won't attack again." He reassured the group; and he meant it. He watched without surprise as Kandajha healed the girl as best as he could, but he was surprised to see the nail marks on Dante's wrist disappear, save for one that wouldn't be as obvious as the one on her cheek. "Thanks Andy." He smiled to the boy as he drifted back to them.

Serkan rested in his grasp, the fairly docile infant knowing that the way her guardian held her would be reassuring to the others. Not that she cared or anything; It was Dante's fault for touching her after all. She'd let Tyr hold her like this as long as the other infant didn't try anything stupid against her again. In her mind, Serkan had given the other girl fair warning; it was Dante's folly to ignore her growl. Infact, the infant had silenced completely, her head turned to the side where she knew no people sat. But her head wasn't lowered, never lowered. Lowering her head would mean she was submissive, and that she was sorry for what she'd done; In reality, she was neither, and therefore her head remained high.

Kandajha coo'd happily, as if nothing had ever happened. "Uh huh." He bubbled out, changing directions to head back to Dante, patting her cheek again as if thinking that a second touch would heal the scar and the two scabbed cuts; but unfortunately, no such luck. "Sorie." He sighed again, going back to Tyr for real this time.

Tyr's cobalt eyes narrowed a bit when he noticed that one of the gentlemen in the room had his sword infront of him, preparing for any counter-attack. "I had nothing to do with what she did, and she won't do it again unless someone else starts it. Put away your god damn sword." Somehow, they made him feel like the enemy; and he didn't like that. He had little to no influence over the small child restrained in his grasp; the only thing he could do was stop her, and he had tried his best. "We're leaving." He stated, letting his grip on Serkan go.

With a final hiss, she crawled over Tyr's shoulder and turned, so her little fingers held onto his right shoulder strong enough to let her dangle down his back, the gray whisp of her lower half wrapped over his arm. She finally looked at everyone, for only her eyes and the top of her head were visible from behind Tyr's shoulder. Andy crawled onto his lap, and the teen held the good twin on his hip. The small spiral that connected the twins danced around his hand, making it the anchor to keep both twins close.

Giving the group a small bow, Tyr took his leave. Kandajha waved and squealed his hapy goodbyes to the room, and Serkan ignored them all, lapsing into her motionless staring, retreating into her own thoughts.

"Don't go," Kameri murmured after them though she knew it was unlikely that they would even hear her. Her eyes were on Serkan. None of the rest of them interested her much but Serkan was different. Kameri saw a whole lot of herself in Serkan. They both became enraged at the thought of being touched, for Kameri's punishment was that she felt the pain of other people when she came in contact with them and she too stared into the distance and thought about things for long periods of time. Kameri feared that if the infant left now Claire would never allow them to see each other again.

Claire sighed in relief as she saw them leave. She felt bad for Tyr, she could with his being the gaurdian of a violent TOR. But even so, she could not stand to see Kameri so fascinated with Serkan and thought it best that they left before Serkan caused any permanent damage.

Mya went speechless for some time, keeping her eyes on the now sleeping Dante. It was her own fault the halloween party was ruined. She should have kept a better eye on Dante. What kind of guardian was she, letting her keep be injured? From the slash of one of Dante's blind swipes, a silver liquid surfaced, spreading slowly like glitters on the black fabric of her custom. It was time for them to leave as well. It was the least she could do now...

Saniiro's note passed almost ignored, just recieving an acknowledging nod as Mya ran her dual eyes over it. Scars? She shouldn't even have them on the first place! As Dante before, a firey rage surfaced on the girl, but to herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid...

Rising up suddenly, with her head lowered down and her light blue brows furrowed, Mya headed outside, uttering a pained "Forgive me...". Oblivious to her guardian's excessive angst, the ToR shifted on her arms, feeling them on the move, getting every step further away from her friends. It was time to say goodbye, but all she managed to do in her drowzyness was wave from Mya's side, one of her hands sticking out until they went out to what was left of the night.