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Someone had apparently, been looking for information on hunters. Something about a ‘scoop’. Israfel thought it might have been Pepin, but alas, it was not. Some zombie ghoul he’d been told. Following the trail of people the ghoul had asked lead him to the outskirts of the cafeteria, the smell of Ginger’s scarymeals in the air, (burnt to a crisp, just the way they should be).

She was short and green and at first the siren thought he might have been mistaken. But no, he wasn’t. A boil telling him that yeah, that was the ghoul going around asking about hunters. Smiling the siren hopped up behind her. “Hello.” It was a simple greeting as nodded. “I’m Israfel, and I hear you were asking about the hunters?”

Sitting down at the table he waited. "I can tell you about them if you like."

She was small and apparetly, well trained in the art of reporting, perhaps, she was like Pepin, who had a knack for finding the 'truth'. "Well I know a great many things. I know when they first appeared, what they do, what they have done, and I have spoken to them and have heard their side. It's a bit of a broad subject, hunters."

Wings shuffled as students behind him gave angry glares and began to whisper. Smiling he went on. "Some students are far too afraid of hunters, and wrongly blame them for things which they too hold responsibility for." That got the people behind him leaving in angry huffs.
"So to be general I assume you want to know just what hunters are, from both a student's perspective and from their own?"