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A red cloaked figure waited in the room, feet propped up on the table, a copy of Playboil in their hands. "Bout jackdamn time one of you showed up," grumbled Noxious Firth, tilting his head as he turned the page to the centerfold. "Nice."

The Treater scoffed and turned the page, "Those flyers were out well before then. Truth is, I was gonna warn you about the Horsemen, but turns out?" He finally looked up at Bul, "I shoulda been more concerned for their safety than yours. Seriously, if they get back, you knobs are gonna owe those crazy ********." His attention drifted back to the magazine, "Did you at least learn anything good?"

"Yeah, I got a play by play on that s**t already," Nox gave the boil a dismissive wave, "What I'm asking is, did you at least learn...anything good? Because from the sound of it...no, you didn't really learn s**t." Nox tossed the magazine down on the table and gave Bul a level stare. "I don't give information for free, and I'm sure as hell not a teacher, but I'll do you that favour...of boiling what you just said, into a very important little lesson."

The Treater dropped his feet to the floor and leaned forward, "Every time, these humans ******** around with you guys, they bring out something new. Something better. And do you know what that means? It means that the hunters are learning from you. Every time you fight them, they take something back with them, win or lose. And they use that information."

His eyes took on a fiery glow, "And what do you guys do? You hold little costume ceremonies and wait around for someone to tell you what to do. You want practice?" Standing up, Nox began to pace, punctuating his rant with his hands, "Take the information you have and use it! Take a page from the assholes in white, you've fought them. You have first-hand knowledge of how they work. Use it. Improve. Create strategies and tactics. Build communication networks. Figure your s**t out. Because this place isn't teaching you how to be scary anymore, it's teaching you how to survive in a world where the top of the ******** food chain is suddenly under fierce debate."

The demon nodded his head as Bul responded, and his pacing slowed. "Better, you have learned a bit then, yeah? You've got a few things you can use just in that, provided you take the initiative. And if you can't? Find another student who can, arm them with what you know."

At the mention of the horsemen's advice, Nox laughed and took his seat again, "s**t...you do know they're crazy, right? Like, they seem a bit better now? But seriously, they're still pretty much crazy. And their advice isn't actually bad. If you were a horseman as well. Taking on an entire group at once is the same as a single enemy for those guys, can you say the same?"

Nox snorted, "The Boogeymen, if students are going to be worrying about them, they should be thinking of ways around them. Those guys are are chained down by shackles of politics and their need to do s**t for the Greater Good." His voice was absolutely dripping with disdain, "It sounds pretty, right? The Greater ******** Good? Get to be a big damn hero and all that? Well, you know where that gets them? Dead." He smirked, "So don't worry about those assholes, even supposedly under lockdown, you guys have more freedom to get s**t done than they ever will."

Leaning back in seat, the Treater stared at the boil in assessment, "Yeah, they're a s**t-ton of bricks, waiting to fall on some poor ********. You aren't though. Neither are your little friends. So you take on the little bitty baby hunters, and maybe take a few out. What happens then? Well, the ******** Doctor and his henchmen build something nasty to counter whatever you did. Does the loss really effect them? Not really. You pretty much get s**t all for going after the little guys, except maybe dead. "

He sighed and sat forward, arms resting on the table, "Not gonna lie, taking on the hunter leaders? It's dangerous. And if you attempt it stupidly? On their terms? It's suicidal."

Nox sat back at the monster's outburst, his lips twitching up in amusement. "Yeah, they suck. Always told Red she should have gone ToTC." He made a small tching sound, his disapproval clear. "And remember what I said last time, don't go after him. Just take the shot should you get one. Right now you should be thinking about defenses, and like I said, strategy. What do you do if a friend gets caught? What do you do if you see someone who looks out of place? Should you pair up? Make teams? What about communications? How do you get the word around if s**t's suddenly hitting the fan? Should you figure out some codes, hand gestures? Most people has mental communication abilities, and relying on one student, who apparently likes to play sacrifice, it taking a lot for granted."

He rolled his head a bit and popped the back of his neck, "s**t this place needs better chairs. Anyway, you kids need to start figuring your s**t out if you want to be anything other than targets and convenient hostages."

"If you can't do something, find someone who can." He gave the student a speculative look, "If you can't figure something out, find someone who can teach you. But for a newbie, you're not doing too badly, you're here right?" This was likely the closest Bul would ever get to praise from Nox. Feel free to bask in it's warm glow. "You need to figure out your own strengths, and the strengths of those around you. Use what you have, all of it. Information, people, resources, because you're gonna need it if things continue to escalate."