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“Disciplinary action ~!” Hel sneered and sang at the top of her lungs after she stormed out of the reaper dorms, not missing what Mort had said to her as she ******** was livid.

Pissed off, agitated, mad, aggravated, and maybe even a bit disappointed in herself and those around her, with the exception of Mot. Mot didn’t push her buttons to piss her off. But there came and went yet another case of others bothering her, and Hel trying to shut them down as civilly as she could manage, and yet somehow it would no doubt spin into another tale of her being the cause. It happened countless times in the past, recently with Junko on Critter, and now with all this crap.

“UGH!” She threw her hands into the air and just kept moving with ground eating strides. She moved past the Wishing Well, past Town Heights, and continued storming down the path until she reached the Moonlit Hill. She didn’t know why her feet took her there, and right now, she didn’t really care.

Eventually she came to a stop, with the curved hill a good distance away on the horizon, and planted her hands on the wrought iron fence with a loud huff.

She then kicked the fence, listening to the metal clang.

She took to leaning on the fence, placing her weight on her arms after kicking it a few more times, and just stared at the hill. The pumpkin sun had set, and the moon was starting to come out. She stiffened when she heard a voice, and her head whipped around to look at Mot, and her lips twisted. She then swiveled her head back around to stare at the hill.

“No, it is not okay.” While her tone was still heated, it luckily, wasn’t directed at Mot. The way he made it sound almost seemed like she couldn’t handle being teased, but that wasn’t the case at all. Oh no, she could handle being teased just fine. In fact, too fine. Staying there any longer would have ended with Freya probably losing her RA job, and Hel in another detention most likely.

The ghoul released a loud breath, and while still broiling with anger, she mulled over Mot’s words as well.

“….You really think it was not my bad…or are you just saying that…?”

Once again Hel’s lips twisted, and though she didn’t look at the boil yet, she did feel him next to her. She snorted a bit. Oh yeah, mouthy. Always mouthy, never not…but it was what he said next that surprised her.

Woah wait…Mot outright telling her he was proud of her for walking away?

The ghoul blanched, and turned her head to look at the boil.

“…Really?”

Beast mode. Uuuuuuugh. Actually, beast mode would have made her feel better…at the time. Not after though. It certainly wouldn’t have made Mot feel better…actually…maybe because Mot seemed happy right now made Hel feel…not so aggravated as before.

Actually, she may have even been blushing a bit, because really, she couldn’t remember the last time someone gave her such praise, especially when she wasn’t even expecting praise. She turned her head back towards the hill, flustered now. “Th-thanks.” She muttered, and fell silent for a moment.

“…Ahh.” She dipped her head, for a moment, and then dipped it back, hanging off of the fence, any action to keep herself busy. “I am not falling back into that rut.” She announced, and she knew it to be true and was adamant about it. “But…s**t like this happens and it just…really pisses me off.” Hel rocked herself back and forth idly by pulling herself against and away from the fence with her arms. “Everytime I make a change…Jack, even now I bet Freya is like ‘what is wrong with her blah blah blah she is not better than before—‘ UUUUUUUGH” Hel frowned. “I like who I am turning into now.”

Hel stilled.

“…I LIKE IT!” She declared loudly.

“…I know she is my sister…but sometimes…” Hel trailed off, maybe not sure exactly where she was going with that…or maybe feeling blasphemous if she said it out loud. Thinking about it was worse enough.

At Mot’s observation, well, Hel finally cracked a smile, and she snorted softly. She took to leaning back on the fence, resting her weight on her folded arms. “Not that I had a lot of patience to test to begin with.” She replied in earnest, a bit amused, before her smile fell.

“…Sorry.” She uttered, softly, and kept her gaze ahead still. “I think what helps keep me in check is upsetting you…and I know you were upset.”

Hel nodded her head a bit. “I just should not have gone at all.” The reaper replied. “But I guess I needed to confirm if it was true or not that Freya was one of the resident assistants…” Hel made a sour face. “She really is not cut out for that job. Who in Jack’s name thought it would be a good idea to let her have it?” Hel huffed. “I can just see her abusing that and harassing you and Mac…and that is going to piss me off, and I will put her through the stone wall.” She also couldn’t help but snort at Mot’s lame joke at the play on her name, and she looked over at the boil as he rubbed her shoulder, and she offered him a bit of a smile.

“You are not.” She replied, her tone firm and absolute. This she knew to be true. Mot had come a long way as well. “As for maturing…well…better late than never, ya?” The ghoul reached out to pat the boil’s shoulder in return.

“Do not apologize. It is not your fault they are a bunch of assholes.”

Hel chuckled as well, and then nodded her head a bit. “Ya…I figured that would not be permission…and even though I walked away now…I know that that I will not always be as fortunate.” Really, Hel getting into another fight because of words was only a matter of time.

“Ah, I see.” Well…this made Hel almost regret not trying herself for RA, just to make sure Freya didn’t get it…but really, she was going to be gone as soon as the graduation exams were available so that probably wasn’t the best idea. “Ya well, there will definitely be lots of reporting if she is acting a fool.” Which Hel was counting on, honestly.

The reaper idly nodded her head, and snorted softly. “Only bigger than their petty words for now.” She replied with a bit of a grin, and now that she thought about it, throughout the course of this conversation, Hel definitely felt better. Just standing here and talking through it with Mot had released the steam she was feeling earlier. Well, didn’t mean she was any happier with Freya or Kettil, but she felt better. Piper she wasn’t worried about too much…she wasn’t a major factor, just riding on the coat tails of the main instigators, plus, Piper was just a bratty know it all. It was different, Hel could see that.

The ghoul idly played with her hands while she leaned in the fence, and her brows furrowed as she thought. “Ah…maybe you would not understand, because you are an only scareling…but you are also pretty rational, and good at putting yourself in other’s boots so…I think you might grasp what I am saying.” She looked over at the boil. “As of late, I am either feeling pretty good with my sister, or pretty damn vexed…I am not certain why.” She paused. “But maybe it has to do with that we are both changing, me more so than her…and we are going in very different directions…but when things like this happen, when she makes me so angry I just want to crawl out of my skin…I dunno…” She grew quiet for a moment.

“Sometimes I think I just want to leave Amityville and never see her or Kettil or anyone linked to them again. I think that is partly anger talking…”

Hel nodded her head, and a lot of what Mot said made sense, and well, she felt better too. That maybe it was okay to have thoughts of distancing herself for the sake of maintaining a healthy relationship with her sister…and not growing to resent and be angry with her all the time. “Nooooo!” She replied. “You know I am not the running away type!” She exclaimed. “That will never change.” She smiled over at him.

“Thanks.” She replied honestly. “I think after I graduate, I do want to put some distance between myself and her…it is weird, because I grew up with all of them—“ Them being her sisters –“And I was very close to Freya but now…wow, do I just want to get away from her and be on my own, for real this time.” While Amityville was a good stepping stone to starting her independence, with her sister in the same building as her…it really wasn’t as much as a divider as she hoped it would have been.

She leaned towards the boil. “I am only going to tell a few select creeple where my cottage is, and of course you are going to be one of them.” She winked.