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For a moment Arucan thought his boiling anger would overflow to consume his cool. But he did his father proud by keeping his composure. Despite Midnight's infuriating snipes about his father, Arucan kept himself under control. He kept the smirk on his lips and even managed to tame the enraged shaking of his hands. It helped a little that Kora was there. Odd, because usually her volatile mood was contagious and only egged him on further, spurring him to result to violence. But it felt nice to have her here now; he didn't feel quite so outnumbered. Especially with Dylan here now.

"Well well well, it seems that I've caught you all at a bad time," he kept up the facade, "You all seem a tad bit cranky. I'm sure the flight was terrible, especially for you Dakota. Must be a killer for your ears; don't blind people have hieghtened hearing? Anyway, it was lovely reuniting with you all, I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other in the future . . . Midnight." His smirk was absoloutly posionious as he nodded his head in acknowledgment.

He turned his back and began walking. "Come along Kora," he requested, "Let's go find Mimi, shall we?" Once they disapeared around the corner, he dropped the smile and scowled. He still didn't say anything until he was sure he was out of earshot from the others.

"Remind me to kill that bitch," he snarled, "And remind me to make it excruciatingly painful and grusome. Thanks love." He stalked a few more steps down the empty hallay, his shaking fists clenched at his side. "I hate being civil to them; it makes me want to tear my hair out. Actually, I'd rather tear out Midnight's hair. That fucking cunt. How dare she make snide comments about my father. My father is dead, at her hands nontheless. The least she could do is be contrite, then maybe I could be persuaded to kill her in a humane manner, when the times comes."

He shuddered once from his anger and growled again. "I was serious about finding Mimi though," he said, calming slightly, "She needs to be informed of Midnight's return as well. Any idea where she is?"

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"They're back," Hazel grumbled, throwing open the door to Sage's room. She slammed it behind her and stalked over to Sage's desk, which she happily perched on. She crossed one feminine leg over the other and placed her hands on the desk, leaning back and sighing. "Midnight and her team," she elaborated, "They're back."

"Ten bucks says Dylan is already down there, crawling around Midnight's feet," she went on with a snort. Her team member's obsession with the blonde werewolf had always disgusted and infuriated Hazel. And she knew that Sage shared her feelings. "It's pathetic really." If he was going to crawl around anybody's feet, it should be Hazel's.

"Anyway," she got back on track, "Would you like to go greet them? I mean, it would be rude not to. If Dylan's there they'll know we're not busy on assignment, after all. Still, I'm in no rush to see Midnight and watch Dylan degrade himself for her. So what would you like to do Sage? I only ask as a formality, I know you don't want to see her," she laughed.