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Bitchy b***h b***h bitchy b***h on a bitchy b***h stick needed to bitching die bitchy b***h b***h--

She had made herself oh so present earlier to control Ignacio and when she wanted to kill his friends, but now she was completely missing. While that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, Ignacio was on the warpath. He had someone who needed to die on his list, to make up for all the trouble she had caused the entirety of this, now obviously, fake 'college' for the 'gifted.' Right, gifted. Gifted as in gullible.

Or they thought they were gullible anyway! Ignacio caught on to their little plan, but it was unfortunately too late, so he needed to kill the source at the ... source. Or something. Ignacio shook his head before glaring ahead again, eyes snapping from left to right to look for any familiar orange-headed freaks.

Admittedly, seeing a familiar face would be nice too. He'd even be willing to see Sailor McPoofyPants again, provided she didn't try attacking him on sight. Maybe they would have some information as to where to find Miss Neasaw Bitchy b***h, and then he could slaughter her and they could all have a party. Maybe he should eat her alive. That would soothe the hunger, and it would get rid of her too; two birds with one stone was always a good idea.

...Though she'd probably just make him eat himself. Right. He couldn't be so obvious. Ignacio rubbed his chin in thought...

Ignacio had managed to find himself a location nearby the basketball court. He remembered this place well; at some point, basketball was his most frequently returned to hobby. If only he could play one more game now. Shoot the ball within the hoop and here the swish of victory as he scored one for the team. The crowd would cheer because he was the best at the sport on the campus (or so he would like to think), the way they would cheer once he had attacked the darkness.

The sky was so dark. He didn't quite care while he was with Lucas, but now the sun didn't seem to be returning. That had to be Neasaw's influence. He couldn't let it stay there! For a man who was usually prone to distraction, he seemed to be doing a pretty good job of staying on purpose. At least for the moment, anyway. As long as he had to get revenge on Neasaw for being the one who obviously caused all of this. And maybe get back with those ... senshi things to ask for help? Or find some other people? He needed to gather a pack, right. Like a pack of raving wolves.

And then war would begin..

Beginning a war in this kind of dark would be a bad idea, though. He was in danger of being eaten by a grue.

Maybe he would make a torch out of the old bleachers before he went looking. As he approached, he remembered that they were plastic and therefore unhelpful in this whole 'get some light' category. That wasn't what caught his attention the most, though. Was that crying? They youma didn't really cry all that well. He could smell the salty tears streaming down a face that was no doubt delicious to bite into--

Damn it Ignacio, kill that stomach now.

The undead man swallowed hard before daring to edge a bit closer to the noise. That was the smell of salt, alright. She was sincerely sobbing. While his stomache groaned that this would be a good time to catch her because she was vulnerable, the same sense of determination that had shoved his urges down before now shoved them down again.

Wait, was that hair orange? Bingo. The sobs sounded young, though... Play it cautious. If that was Neasaw, she didn't need to know he was ready to attack, especially if he was coming at her so obviously.

"Are you alright in there?"

Perhaps giving away that he was there was a bad idea. She probably didn't realize he was there if she was crying. At the same time, she was a bitchy b***h. She probably noticed, and was disguising herself to bring him in...

The voice was too young, and too French. This couldn't possibly be Neasaw unless she was the greatest voice actor known to man. That was a tad disappointing. He had hoped he found Neasaw this time, and would be able to eat her while she was sobbing. He mentally cursed in the language of his father the way his father once did... or his father might've done... Ignacio wasn't certain of anything these days.

Fallon. Ignacio knew that name. He didn't particularly know Fallon, but everyone had some idea that Fallon was the cook of the second floor, and if someone wanted somewhat extravagant and free food they went to her. She was a zombie too? He would've been surprised if it wasn't for the fact that most people were zombies.

The fact that she nearly got eaten by a zombie though showed that this sobbing woman couldn't be a threat. The zombie was probably under control by that damned Neasaw. Why did they have to attack the innocent ones?! Ignacio glared at some distant point before her wailing came again.

The salty scent... it smelled so delicious. How he just wanted to lick the tears away and then take a chomp into the fresh salted flesh... Ew, ew, ew, ew-- Ignacio forced the thoughts back into his subconscious, for now, where they belonged. This wasn't time for a fresh, salty snack.

STOP.

"Oh gods, please don't cry, please don't cry," begged Ignacio, for several reasons. "I'm not going to eat you--and that's honest, no matter what Fallon or any other zombie might've told you!" There was some sense of desperation in his voice, a desperation rooting from both his urge to get some of humanity on his side (he wouldn't be too useful in attacking Neasaw, if he was being totally honest with himself) and to get her to calm down. Or at least stop crying.

Foramen, following behind Sue, scowled and made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. "So once again, it's either a zombie or a zombie-lover?" he asked. Or perhaps not, given how the girl was wailing. "Let me rephrase. It's either a zombie or a scaredy-cat banshee."

He gave Sue a sideways glance. "No offense to cats, or cat-people."

Honestly, Sue was shaping up to be the most normal person in this whole Zodiac group. And since Sue was a cat-whispering somehow-cat-person, that was saying a LOT.

"I-I'm trying to stop crying, really!" said Pierrette. She really was, which was the sad part. "It's just hard. I trusted Fallon..."

She finally calmed herself down to just sniffle as she wiped her cheeks on her sleeves.

"She was one of my friends. She told me that I trusted too easily, then she-- then she..."

She sniffed loudly, then started to hiccup again.

"I really shouldn't believe you," she continued. "It would be smart of me to smack you with my fork."

There was a pause.

"But I do believe you. Maybe I'm just really, really stupid. But people are good, right? Maybe the greenness just got to her brain faster, or something..."

The shadows moved, and Pierrette's head slowly came into view.

"Do you think you could take a couple of steps back? I believe you, it's just... I really DO believe you, I'm just a little scared around green people. I'm sorry, I know that might hurt your feelings."

Feelings weren't hurt for long, however, when the beautiful woman put her hand on Ignacio's shoulder and he transformed in front of her eyes. To her, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. That light, that transformation... where was the orchestral music?! If only she had her Beauty and the Beast soundtrack with her!

"Oh, my!" Pierrette quickly stumbled forward on her hands and knees, trying to stand up behind the bleachers. "That was magnificent! It was beautiful! Y-You must be an enchantress! Thank you so much for coming here, I thought no one would be able to save us."

Luckily for everyone involved, Ignacio was in-between the Queen and Pierrette... or else the latter might've tried to hug the former, and Foramen surely would've knocked her head off.

"You're going to be saving yourself, Pisces." Spoken with traces of a growl, very clearly at Pierette.

If Sue had been running on anything but momentum just then, he would have stopped to marvel. The name have never come to him so quickly like that before! He'd barely had to focus at all, and there it was - the Zodiac of Imagination calling to him.

But this wasn't any time for ego-stroking, anyway. Because if it took less time than ever in order to identify Pisces than ever, it was going to take longer to draw out her henshin pen. After Taurus had been such a quick, smooth operation, Sue wasn't expecting the sort of internal resistance he met in reaching through to find Pisces' switch. The first attempt, made with little effort or preparation, didn't even bring a glow to his fingers.

Sue hesitated then, muttering, "Son of a--!" Then tried again. This time, the effort brought him reward. His hands let off a cool light, and slowly, the henshin pen appeared. If the hand that pulled it into existence was a bit sweatier at the finish than the end, Sue saw no need to make a big deal about it.

"This is yours, Pisces. And no more crying like that, right? Your princess needs you."

The words would have been slightly more dramatic if Sue's breath hadn't been wheezing slightly throughout it. Stupid lungs, keep up!

Oh god, the crybaby? Seriously? Foramen felt an eye twitching. Mindful of the Queen's request for him to be gentle, Foramen sighed but refrained from voicing his opinions.

"The rest of the Zodiacs are gathering at the gym, since none of you can transform yet," he advised the new 'Pisces'. "Once Sue had located all of you, we'll work on taking down the barrier so you can transform." And be useful, was the unspoken addition.

It didn't escape Foramen's notice that Sue was out of breath. The pen hadn't formed on first try, either. It suddenly occurred to the redhead that what Sue was doing must be worse than Foramen's teleportations. He stepped closer to Sue. In a low voice that hopefully Pisces and former-zombie-boy wouldn't overhear, he said, "Hey, no passing out. You're the only senshi-radar here, so take it easy."

Foramen was NOT going to offer piggy-back rides if Sue collapse. Nuh uh.