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Yohan

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a character in “A Tale of Seven Children//Rebirth”, originally authored by The Great Thundorz, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Yohan's Story

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Finally, the first thought came to his mind, I'm here. Indeed, the WDL was finally his to explore without concern or worry. At least, that's what he told himself. For all he knew, they were actually a cult and wanted to use random strangers for rituals to summon Dagon. Nah, he calmed himself down with relative ease, Dagon doesn't exist. As far as he had cared to research on the matter, which of course, wasn't his department of things he could do. For the first time in what felt like ages, he was happy. Truth be told, when he arrived, the place was one hundred percent more pleasant than he could ever imagine after hearing the generic name 'Warriors of Divine Light.'

So when does the party start for us? He ignored that tempting little voice in the back of his mind, he had no time to fool around. After all, this was serious business, about as serious as a vacation could get and feel like. What business? The voice in the back of his mind asked curiously. Look around you, this place is practically a paradise for us, secluded away from the filth that lies outside. Take a little moment to just find someone, relax, maybe eat some nice food here, use the restroom and get out of here. His eyes rolled as he pushed the voice away again, not exactly in the mood to argue like this. However, this did make his mind wander off upon thinking this over. To a time recently, but not too recently, that he could remember clearly.

~ ~ ~


It all happened six months ago. He wasn't even considering going to Rome at this point in time, he actually thought it was almost all over. Soon, he would be free to dedicate his life to what he truly wanted, the thought made him warm somehow. He needed it in the moment, for he felt a chilling touch to his body, and it didn't help that it was raining heavily outside right now. All he had brought with him was a jacket, he thought it was the only thing he needed for what he was about to participate in. Today had been quiet for him, a nice surprise considering he had done nothing lately but talk to people about one thing or the other.

Arriving at the door, he takes out a card from his pocket and looks it over, using his jacket to keep it warm and dry as he read the address on it. Turning it over to it's back revealed instructions on where to go for him. Looking back up to the door, he raises his right fist and knocks three times with a pound each time he hit it. The door creaks open slightly in response, a pair of eyes staring at him the only thing he could see through the opening in the door as the pair glared at him with annoyance. "Whot?" A grumpy attitude escaped the other end of the door, Yohan clearing his throat slightly as he speaks up. "Uh, I'm here for the meeting?" The voice responds with several rapid snorts as the eyes close during this brief moment before opening to glare at him again.

"Okay pal, if you really are here for the meeting, tell me the password." The voice tried to sound as serious as it could with this, but Yohan just couldn't pass a chance to be himself when he saw the chance. His eyelids dropped halfway over his eyes, his mouth moving over towards the right side more as his fingers tap gently against the door. "The password is... Password." A rapid series of snickers erupted into outright laughter inside his mind, a sly smirk spread across his face as the eyes widened and glared at him more than previously, he could imagine the body of the voice shaking with pure anger right now. Just when he imagined the person was about to slam the door shut with fury, he raises up the card using his left hand and closes his eyes, turning his head away slightly as the smirk tuned back into a confident smile as he hears an audible gasp upon the eyes seeing the card.

Opening his eyes and looking back towards the door, he finds it opening with a rather large man standing near the door, extending out his right arm while bowing his head down. "Forgive me, I did not know you were one of the guests. Please, come in." Yohan felt a little victory today as he slipped the card away and entered inside, the light from the outside quickly fading as the door behind him is closed shut. It didn't take long for him to return into the light, though this time it was in a room filled with various people in suits talking to each other. He was quite surprised to see how many chairs and tables had been set up here, and how only one seat remained empty by the time he entered. He decided to ignore this for now and move into the empty chair, having a table really to himself as he looked forward towards a person moving to speak, everyone else stopping any conversations they were having to look over at the person moving.

Yohan had to keep his cool as he saw the figure in the black cape stand in front of them all, young looking as always. Lucifer, his code-name made no attempt to hide his arrogance or his position of power. He served as Member 00 among a group that served an organization he and his friends had been after for years now. Even longer than that, in fact, they had previously attempted numerous schemes of hellish intentions before slipping into the shadows for a while. Recently, however, they had been spotted on the radar more often than usual and it was time to stop them. He also saw another member he had come into conflict with before, Asmodeus, Member 07. Though she wore a cloak over her body, he could see the smirk she was making just by being here, it was clear to Yohan that he may have to step in before help arrived.

"Thank you all for coming to this most important meeting." Lucifer spoke out, adjusting his red tie among his black suit as he clears his throat before resuming. "As you all know, demon activity has been kept relatively low due to a certain obnoxious group that keeps hammering in about justice and the light and the heavens and such." Whispers began among the suited people about this, everyone knew who he was going on about and it was clear none of them were on good terms with them. "So business has been, well, on a decline lately. No one wants to risk deals on things that don't seem good. We know this, and we have heard you cry out for justice. That is why it is with great joy that I announce to you all the coming future!" Yohan's eyes widen as the crowd of suit's all began to gasp in surprise, this did not sound good. Every little word this guy said seemed to make Yohan more nervous by the minute.

"Asmodeus." Lucifer's eyes turned to her, as her grin grew creepily bigger as she throws up something into the air towards him before he catches it as if they had been through this a thousand times by now. "Thank you for taking such great care of our products." It was clear Lucifer did not enjoy her stunts, no matter how many times they had gone through them. Pulling off the cloth that had been wrapped carefully around it, he throws it over to land smack into Asmodeus' face, who collapses down out of Yohan's sight due to this, which made even him grin a little before his focus returned to the item within Lucifer's hands. His eyes widen again as he sets his eyes upon a demonic artifact that resembled a jar, already the top of it was leaking out with a horrifying red smoke that reeked of demon stench.

He couldn't take any more chances, and standing up, he sets down the jacket he had been wearing, nicely putting it over his chair before rising up fully to look over at them and pulling out the card from before. Throwing it over at Lucifer, his eyes widen as all the suits gasp again before Asmodeus suddenly appeared and grabbed a hold of the card, burning it away upon touching as she throws off her cloak to reveal her full Gothic appearance and the guitar she kept strapped on her back. "YOU, AGAIN?!?!" She shouted in anger, the top of her usually black hair becoming red all of a sudden as her hair rises up and begins to flow like fire would. Lucifer steps to the side as two suits with masks on take to his sides. "Hi, sorry, I don't know what that thing is you have, and I don't care."

"Asmodeus, please, don't overreact like last time and burn the whole place down." This only caused Asmodeus to have her pupils turn into a nightmarish red. "HE INTERRUPTED MY CONCERT LAST TIME! I ALMOST HAD THEM, AND THEN HE AND HIS STUPID FRIENDS CAME ALONG AND RUINED EVERYTHING! RAAAAAHHH!!!" Yohan stuck out his tongue in response to her and gave a quick raspberry before sliding his right foot back and raising up his hands, raising up his eyebrows over and over to taunt her. A loud screech erupted from her mouth as she takes hold of her guitar and holds it in both hands, glaring over at the two masked suits near Lucifer as she raises up her hand and gives one strike of her guitar to erupt a note out. The two masks break off as in an instant, the two seemingly normal men transform into some freakishly red humanoid insect hybrid, if you could even call it that. They had four eyes, with pincers on both sides of the mouth and were surprisingly tall for being so skinny, reaching up to eight feet in size for both for both of them. "Oh dear." Lucifer comments sarcastically with drooped eyelids as he stands back even more. Yohan watches the two nightmare fuel's leap down and move out in front of Asmodeus as Yohan lets out a groan. "Eraser's. Great."

"Oh yeah, hope you brought friends. Otherwise, I'm going to smear the floor with your remains." Asmodeus gave a great big grin as she raised up her arm. "Gross." Replied Yohan's only comment before she struck her guitar again, letting out a loud booming noise that caused him to go flying backwards and collide with a wall, nearly breaking through it as the sound kept him pinned in place. It was bad enough that his ears were being destroyed by her eruptive sounds, but now the two Eraser's were charging in straight for him. Yohan prepared for the pain as he felt one of the Eraser's smash their disfigured hands into him, sending him breaking through the already cracked wall as he ends up in a dark room with no visible light outside of the hole which was now blocked by the two Eraser's. He coughed into his arm briefly before standing back up to his feet, sighing out as he grabs a hold of two swords and draws them out, entering into a more serious fighting pose this time as the Eraser's let out a disturbing roar before charging in straight for him.

Yohan could not let up for a minute, his body was already in enough pain as it is and the Eraser's already held a huge advantage over him in terms of fighting prowess. But for the first thirty seconds, everything was going his way. He moved both blades along with his body to counter the incoming assaults of the two Eraser's, but he could feel his blades almost tremble due to the raw power they both held within them. He remembered having been briefed on Eraser's once, he wished he had paid more attention to it. All he could recall in the moment was that they were the failure results of experimentation's to fuse pure humans with pure demon blood. They were mindless weapons of who they once were, the only thing they knew now was how to destroy all those who they were set upon. The next thirty seconds became nothing but a vicious assault, Yohan's two swords nearly breaking from the fight as he felt everything above the waist take a vicious beating. He didn't have time for this, but he would die if he turned his back even for a minute on them. "I might have no choice..." No, said a voice in his head. Now isn't the time to risk things, you have to distract them!

Yohan knew what to do, but he had to be quick, watching as one of the Eraser's went to swipe through his body with it's claws. He shifted his body away just in time, with only his shirt getting shredded off and the claws slicing down his left arm as his body shivers upon the touch before moving one of his swords through the back of one of the Eraser's and sending it out through the side of the other, both Eraser's letting out a terrible yell as they both temporarily stop the assault. Withdrawing his sword, he quickly uses both of them to slice through the necks of the Eraser's, his body only having time to register both falling down as the heads melt away into some kind of green liquid. He had no time to waste, however, as he rushes out the hole he was punched through only a minute ago, only to find Asmodeus running away with a Cheshire Cat like grin smeared across her face. By the time he had emerged, Lucifer was already gone, and the jar with him. Yohan wished he had time to reflect in the moment, but he could already hear partial growling coming from the hole behind him, so he moved to escape and live another day.

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Yohan had been so concentrated in his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed he ended up near some classrooms in the WDL. He did not seem to mind this, however, and decided to peek into one of the classrooms, perhaps to see if he could find anything interesting inside there. Needless to say, being here and around so many people and far away from Lucifer and his crazy organization was like a blessing in disguise. The last time he heard about them, he was demanded not to go due to previous encounters with them. The use of Eraser's alone was enough to make his friends worry beyond the normal. Luckily, he had not seen an Eraser since, but that made him worry more. How much time did Lucifer get on his side, who did he get to help him fuel his ambitions, what was Lucifer's ultimate goal in all of this? If he recalled correctly, Lucifer had been around for some time, but not a long time. Yet even in failure, Lucifer was only known to grin and laugh, as if to taunt them about something he only knew.

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Ashley “Ash” “Soot” Clade
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"Okay, I think I've heard enough." Ash turned towards the source speaking, eying up the woman that had dragged the teen girl in amongst chains. For some reason, her expression and the dual set of claps irked her, though it did surprise her slightly to see a pointed finger aimed squarely at her.

"Hey, loser."

Immediately, Ash’s expression soured. She was not a loser, that was her line about every other person in the room. Even if Ash could respect a no-bullshit approach to things, she was still the alpha bitch in this room (Illusion didn’t count, she wasn’t human), so no matter how tough this woman was, she wasn’t going to accept any pretence that Rianne was better than her. She didn’t expect her and Ash to get along? Good. Heck, she wanted a fight, she’d get one soon enough. Ashley had been trying to be somewhat cordial, but then this tramp had to go and insult her and what she thought was a perfectly reasonable set of requests of the group. Ash thought to interject, but she was bigger than that. For now. Watching the woman take a cigarette, another annoyance to the biker, she thought perhaps the woman was done.

But no. She couldn’t leave good enough alone.

“…Acting like some playground bully because your insecurities keep you awake at night. 'Shut up and play along for now,' don't give me that crap. No one's ever worked properly as a team with a mindset like that, so why don't you get your head out of your fucking ass." Rianne continued, punctuating her comments by crushing her cigarette and sharing her name. Not that Ash hadn’t pegged this bitch’s name from the beginning. Still, she could feel it. Her blood boiling, but not just in irritation. In some respects, she enjoyed a good fight. It would do her good to let loose some of this pent up frustration.

“Rianne, huh?” Ash started simply, unfolding her arms and placing them on her hips. “ Shame such a nice name belongs to a bitch. That’s some mouth you got there for a holy woman. You’d think an old dog like you would’ve learned some manners by this point, but I guess you’re just scared that there might be a new girl in town who’s not afraid of your crap. If I’m the schoolyard bully, then you’re the dipshit that stayed back several years and runs the playground just ‘cuz they think they’re bigger and better.” Ash remained where she was, not making an effort to approach Rianne. Vaguely, she could hear some niceties being exchanged by the other children, but she didn’t care. Even Caius had been forgotten in this moment. This girl had challenged her, and Ash wasn’t about to take it without some sort of counterattack.

“You want me to get along with these dumbasses? They’re gonna have to earn it. Just like you. Sure, I get it, you’re a disgruntled badass cause you’re stuck here fighting demons since you’re too ugly to find yourself a man, and too stupid to move up the ranks to something worthwhile, but hey, maybe if you dedicate yourself you can be Arthur’s lapdog.” Ash shrugged with a smug expression, raising her hands into the air as she looked away. Seemed the rest of the group was leaving. Pivoting slightly, she began wandering away, calling over her shoulder.

“I get why you’re scared though - You’re gonna be old news Rianne. With us new devil-spawns being trained up, you’re gonna be obsolete before long. Get used to seeing my ass, cause you’re gonna be eating my dust for years to come. Your days are numbered.” Ash waved over her shoulder as she strode away with Rick and the others, praying that her final cool move would work. To her immense and smug glee, right on cue, her motorbike pulled up beside her, allowing Ash to climb on easily as it began to ride away, idly coasting behind the group and leaving Caius, Rianne and Illusion behind. But not before one last quip. “Later Pot. Try not to get too worked up, can’t be good for your heart with that shit in you.”



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Sitting calmly in class, oblivious to the events occurring outside the room, was a single bright young exorcist doing his best to take notes on the material in class. He was still pretty low on the totem pole, barely more than a recruit at his lower 3rd class rank, but he knew that if he applied himself and worked hard, that would change. It didn’t matter that he’d been here a few months and hadn’t progressed. Or that he hadn’t gone on field duty at all. It didn’t even matter that he kept getting cleaning duty. The important thing was that he was here - The WDL - The place where he could truly put his skills as an exorcist to the test, and help fight off the demon threat.

Of course… It wasn’t exactly how he expected it to be. Granted, his ideas about glory and fighting off demons and what have you may have been exaggerated to begin with, but… Well, even as far as a school went, he’d had higher expectations. He wasn’t expecting to be popular by any means but… Well, he thought he’d have made SOME friends at the school. But no. He was a laughing stock. A joke. I mean, he enjoyed making people happy, but it still hurt. Just because he tripped when introducing himself to the class, some people thought he was incapable. It didn’t help he was constantly just cleaning, never on a mission… I mean, he’d prove himself eventually, but when were the brass going to take him seriously? Maybe he’d have to go speak with M-…Ms. Hallows and see about it.

When class ended, Kane inevitably got lumped with staying back and cleaning the room. It didn’t take him long – the students weren't particularly messy, and he was well practiced in it by now. Lumping the last of the garbage into the bin, Kane cautiously carried it in front of him, but he couldn’t really see. Sliding the class door open with his foot, he stepped out, though his second step caught on the lip of the door. The results were as expected.

“WahaHOAHH!” Kane went sprawling forward with a soft thud, tossing the bin flying forwards. In a mess of banana peels, paper, dust and other items, the poor teenager that had been standing outside the door was quickly pelted with the rubbish, culminating in the bin landing over his head with a soft ‘thunk’. Kane swallowed nervously as he got up, quickly moving to help the guy. “I’m so sorry! That was a total accident, I’m such a klutz! Here, let me help you clean off, uh…”

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Could you guess where you would end up by the sunset, when looking upon the rising sun with those barely open eyes? There was a certain mystery in where a person's day would go, Yohan had certainly seen his fair share of horrors and joys. Sure, he couldn't imagine ever having been kidnapped when he was a child. Okay, training had been rough and seemingly impossible to struggle through. Fine, he could admit he saw action first hand and was quite good when given a blade to work with. The one thing you would never expect, however, is literal trash being dumped over you in a sudden rush, leaving you wanting to just hide from the world and not get mocked by peers, only for his eyes to tilt up as the bin itself crashed over him as if they were in a cartoon.

Yohan had been called many a thing before in the past. He had heard every typical insult out there, every mocking tone you could imagine, but being literal trash had been taken to a whole new meaning today. Dare he look upon what had smeared itself all over his form, shall fate leave a foul stench over him until he gave in and took a shower, or perhaps God was just a giant dick and saw potential for a funny laugh out of one random person. Today, he had become chosen to become a living joke of so many things. Even inside his own head, he could hear a voice laughing viciously, reminding him ever so much of the hyena.

He could faintly make out the voice of the person who he had caught eye of before, saying something about of an apology towards him before stopping because he didn't know his name. Well, first impressions are everything, the voice in his head took the time to sound it's opinion. Normally Yohan would care about standards and bars being set and such, but when you were literally covered in trash, you could only realize the bar had been set pretty low already, so you may as well go all the way with it. "I'm trash." The look on Yohan's face said it all, the way he looked at Kane, the way he couldn't help but give a small smile while his hands were brushing off the trash from his head. It all screamed out, I should be angry here, but I'm going to roll with this.

"Eh, call me Yohan." Deciding to get serious after his attempt at lightening the mood up, if only to give the other person some comfort, he looks down at the bin for a brief time before looking back up at him. "You know in reality, I probably should of moved to a better location. I'm not exactly one hundred percent paying attention either here, so, I kind of set myself up for something like this to happen." Yohan wasn't exactly lying about anything here. He had poorly chosen a spot to look upon a classroom through, on top of looking back on past events. "I guess this is a lesson for the both of us to be a little more careful, huh?" Normally, he would of said something a bit more mean spirited in this situation, by all means, he should be yelling that he was literally covered in trash. However, the moment he heard his voice and actually got a good look at his expression, well, Yohan started feeling bad for the guy. And the more he thought it over, the more it did seem like it was his fault. At least, that's what he wanted to believe.

~ Meanwhile, in another location. . . ~


The man couldn't see a thing, he struggled to be free with little to no success. He had not seen light for what felt like hours now, was this a sack over his head? He had no idea how this had even happened, he was off to return home after a busy day's work when a painful blow to the gut left him helpless to his kidnappers. He had already given up hope of calling for help, no one was coming for him, wherever he had been taken. He felt his knees hit the ground as his arms pressed harder against his back from what felt like the men who had assaulted him. The sack is pulled off rather roughly, but the man quickly wished it had just been left over his head at what he was witnessing.

Red. The room he was currently in had a red mist spreading around within the air, and the source of it seemed to be several demonic looking jar's that were just barely left open to allow the mist to escape. The figures he could make out within this red mist all appeared humanoid looking enough, but each of them had a pair of red eyes that watched him almost like a hungry beast would it's prey. But before he could comprehend that he could die here, music started to play and start to make the red eyed figures start to sway side-to-side almost as if they were in a trance with the music. Cackles, giggles, even some snickering began to escape the mouths of these figures with red eyes as he looks straight ahead to see a black cloaked figure sitting on a throne that he could only describe to be made out of one of hell's pits. The way it almost seemed to be taunting his very eyes by leering over with it's little demons that seemed carved into it's very being made him lean back, making it even more horrifying when the cloaked figure rose up from it's throne and seemed to rise over him for a moment like a shadow.

A hand slips out of the cloak and grabs a hold of it before throwing it off with little to no care, covering over someone swaying nearby as the figure revealed before the man caused him to squint his eyes and close his mouth very tightly. This man with his very typical villains black suit and red tie, his features young and charming, but nothing that would really scream that his looks put an instant desire in just any person, reminded him of a certain figure who most would prefer to call dead by this point. Yet here he stood, his black eyes staring wickedly at him as a devious grin spread across his face with almost no hesitation. Taking up a cane in his right hand and spinning it around joyfully, the black suited man who only called himself by the name of (00) Lucifer walked down three steps down a short set of stairs before his throne and made his way to stand right in front of the man.

"When thrown down into a dark pit by the villain, does the hero receive help or get ignored and left to rot? Which do you think is more likely, priest?" (00) Lucifer asked, setting the cane down in front of himself and resting both hands upon it's top. As the priest goes to speak, he finds the cane suddenly being smacked across his face. "Ah-ah-ah, I didn't give you permission to speak. You are not under God's domain here." Rubbing his cane with his left hand, Lucifer's eyelids drop halfway as his pupil's shoot back and forth before he clears his throat to get the swaying figures attention on him. "I think the answer is obvious for me. Leave the poor fool to rot in the pit. And, come on, I'm never wrong. SAYS WHO?!" He raises up his arms as he speaks, cane held in the left hand, both hands reach up to move behind his ears as he opens his mouth with a wicked grin smeared over his face.

"You! Lucifer, The Devil!" This caused his grin to become even more wicked and spread out, his hands moving away from his hand as he takes a hold of his cane with both hands and seemed to almost hum himself in sync with the music before stopping before his throne. "So you all say. But you added a little detail I didn't teach you to say. We've been over this, who ever said I was The Devil?" He turns to the figures, his mouth closing while the grin remained. "Let's try this again. SAYS WHO?!" The figures look at each other with a childlike look to them now, all of them turning towards him as they begin to speak. "You, Luci--" They are interrupted by a whip that moves itself past the throne and almost strikes one of the figures, all of them suddenly becoming wide eyed and rushing off to the farthest corners they could away from the throne. "Y-you, Lucifer, The Devil!" The priest found this odd, as he watched (00) Lucifer gain a menacing grin from this.

"Oh, they will learn eventually." He shook his head playfully as he made his way back over to the priest, grabbing him by his collar and forcing him up to his feet as he begins to walk through the red mist with him. It was impossible to make anything out here, but as questions fill the priest's mind, (00) Lucifer continued to run his mouth. "No hard feelings, my man. I enjoy pleasure and business together if possible, but recently I have been met with some rather disturbing news. It's troubling to think that there are just some people you want to get your hands on, but can't. Oh well, to me, everyone has a number of how much they are worth above their head. You would go for, uh, about forty I'd say." He made no hesitation to be blunt with the priest about his personal life, something the priest found he could do without. But this information did get him curious, Lucifer was troubled by something and needed him for something? He had no idea what it could be for though.

But he soon wished, again, that he didn't find out. Lucifer made a rough push on him to send him tumbling forward and ending up on his back as he noticed something being placed quickly over his neck. "I wish I could just sell you off to some lowly demon wanting a human toy, but I need to send a message and I have chosen you for this duty! Boy, you are going to regret killing all those demons now I bet, eh?!" A wicked laugh escaped (00) Lucifer's mouth before he continued rambling. "Well, at least try to look good as a message, okay?" Lucifer's mischievous attitude seemed to all wash away as his expression transformed into the dark and serious one people had come to associate his image with. With a snap of his fingers, one of the red eyed figures appeared by his side and handed him a cigar. Lucifer took it and put it into his mouth, with the red eyed figure casting a quick fire on it's end as smoke began to emit from it. Lucifer grabbed a hold of it and pulled it away, puffing out smoke from his mouth as he looked over towards said red eyed figure. "The blade is sharpened, yes?" The priest had only a few seconds to realize what was going on before the blade came crashing down and silencing any further thoughts. Guess he had sharp wit.

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Character Portrait: Ashley 'Ash/Soot' Clade Character Portrait: 'Illusion' Character Portrait: Caius Grady Character Portrait: Sister Rianne Character Portrait: Kane O'Reilly Character Portrait: ORIN
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With the sudden verbal abuse that Rianne had dumped on the girl, she absolutely expected some kind of retaliation from someone with a mouth like that. She sat quietly, almost eagerly as she waited in anticipation to hear what she would say - her body was leaning slightly forward, hands on her knees and the slightest smile creeping at the corner of her mouth. Unsurprisingly, she jumped straight to name calling but in a few moments, the direction she took her insults changed drastically. 'Disgruntled badass? Too ugly to find a man? Arthur's lapdog? Obsolete?'

Rianne almost bust out laughing as Ash fumed at her, who then ended with a smug grin that showed that she was confident she had 'won' their little argument. Sure kid, you won, Rianne thought, eliciting a snicker as the girl sped away on her bike with the others. There were so many things that was funny about that entire sequence that she didn't even know where to begin. She couldn't even be mad - the wild assumptions, the smug look, the fact that she felt she had to get the last word in - Rianne changed her mind, Ash wasn't a playground bully. She was just an idiot.

"And that's fine with me," Rianne muttered to herself with a shrug, flipping her phone open. It had been buzzing for a few minutes now, but she'd chosen to ignore it. I'm just as much of a dumbass, though I'd never hear the end of it if I put myself in the same boat as her. Her eyes skimmed over the message she'd received and suddenly things weren't so funny anymore:

[Melody: 12:00 PM sharp at Della Pace. Come alone.]

Rianne quickly closed her phone, squinting suspiciously around the ceiling for a few moments. ORIN didn't see that, did she? God knows where's she got eyes and ears here. She put the phone away and rubbed the side of her temple with her right hand, gently closing her eyes. It'll be okay. Even if she did see, she probably wouldn't care.

Unlike her, Melody was not the type to pull pranks like this. Somebody's got a hold of her.

Rianne opened her eyes again and took a few deep breaths, opening her phone for a few seconds before putting it away once more. She had been too stunned to fully register the time and place that she was expected to meet this stranger. It didn't seem likely that it was anybody she knew, so she guessed that it had to be a demon of some sort. She'd dealt with their kind on many an occasion, after all.

In any case, there were still hours to spare before the clock struck twelve and she wasn't going to spend that time moping around, at least if she could help it. She half-considered asking somebody for help, but she wasn't willing to risk Melody's life. This was something she might have to face on her own. Standing up and dusting herself off, she waved and made her way towards the exit. "You two have fun, I'm gonna go grab some ice cream."

Or at least, that was the plan. By the looks of it, they were all sold out of strawberry. Peering off to the side, she spotted a pair of WDL students surrounded by a heap of trash. Oh boy.

She walked over and pulled the can upright, kneeling to the ground to pick up pieces of trash and drop them back in. "It's nice that you're introducing each other in the middle of all this garbage, but I hope at least one of you is planning on cleaning all of this up. Actually. . ." Rianne snapped a few times as if to jog her memory. "Kane, right? Get me a broom from the classroom, I'll clean it up."

Anything to take my mind off of tonight.

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Kane hurriedly lifted the bin from the other boy, tossing it to the floor as he was more concerned with helping the young man then cleaning up the situation. At first, the clumsy exorcist froze, seeing the somewhat unamused expression on the boy, as well as his near unresponsive demeanour. Kane was worried he was about to get an intense scolding. Then… "I'm trash." The boy spoke, barely moving. Then, he slowly cocked his head to look at Kane, forcing a small smile as he slowly began to animate more, brushing off the larger bits of garbage from his hair and shawl. Kane’s mouth was slightly agape as he watched, stunned a bit by how calm the reaction had been.

"Eh, call me Yohan." The boy added as he finished cleaning up the most egregious of the trash from his person. There were a few stains across his clothes, but nothing too serious, thankfully. Kane simply nodded, extending his hand to shake. He hadn’t met the boy before, and there was no armband, so he had to be a new recruit. Must have been a pretty poor start to his day. “Kane. Nice to meet you, Yohan. I just wish it wasn’t under such stinky circumstances.” Laughing a little at his own joke, Kane straightened up a bit as Yohan started blaming himself in addition to Kane. Which wasn’t really at all true, Kane knew he was at fault for this. “No, no, it’s my bad. If I can’t even do something as simple as this effectively, they’ll never let me out on the field.” Scratching the back of his head, perhaps relaxing a bit more than he should have considering what had happened, at least the way Yohan was approaching this seemed to have kept him pretty calm and jovial.

Stopping slightly as he heard approaching steps, Kane took a step back in surprise as he noticed who was approaching. “S-sister Rianne?!” Kane squeaked, his voice breaking slightly as he called out in greeting to her, making it quite clear how nervous he was. She approached swiftly, casually flipping the bin over and beginning to redeposit the rubbish inside in the typical cool fashion that he’d come to expect from her. "It's nice that you're introducing each other in the middle of all this garbage, but I hope at least one of you is planning on cleaning all of this up. Actually. . ." She looked up with those cool eyes of hers, snapping her fingers as she stared at the blonde haired exorcist. "Kane, right? Get me a broom from the classroom, I'll clean it up."

Kane couldn’t help a soft sigh of amazement. “Y-you know my name Ma’am? I’m honoured that someone of your calibre recognises me!” Kane’s overjoyed expression said it all, eyes alight and sparkling with admiration and awe. Sure, Rianne was at the bottom of 1st Class, but that was still 1st class, and made her one of the most impressive exorcists he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing work. Sure, she was intimidating, but that didn’t matter to him. Shaking his head to snap out of his idolisation, Kane quickly stood bolt upright, giving a small salute. “No, you can’t ma’am! You’re far too important a member of the WDL to be wasting your time on cleaning duty! This mess is mine and mine alone, I’ll do it all by myself! It’s my sworn duty!” Kane didn’t realise he was shouting until part way through, confidently bringing his fist to pound once on his chest. He was perhaps a little uptight, but this was a top exorcist he was talking to, he had to show respect. For a moment though, his face fell as the gravity of his own words reached him.

Wasting time on cleaning duty. Is that what he was doing..? …No. This was just another step towards greatness. When he was at a level like Sister Rianne, he’d never have to do cleaning duty again. Unless he wanted to help out, of course. Still, he needed to progress on from cleaning duty if he was to get anywhere. Steeling himself, Kane decided that there was no better time than the present. “Sister! Please, I have a request of you!” Bowing down, Kane hesitated for her response before continuing, looking up and bringing his hands up in front of him in what he hoped was a look of determination. “Please, take me with you on your next mission! I promise, I’m prepared and dedicated for anything. I’m ready for the field ma’am, I just need a chance! I may not look like much, but I believe I can be a formidable exorcist. I have skills in-“ Kane would continue like that until interrupted, losing himself in his speech. He had a tendency to do that sometimes.

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Well, at least things were going well so far by the look of things. Yohan could practically feel the kindness oozing from this guy and thought it was a nice change of pace. Oh, this kid is too nice for my own good, a voice in his head responded viciously. No wonder this kid was put in here, it's going to drown me like those horrifying kids shows I used to watch! He ignored the voice as he reached out and took Kane's hand in return, Kane huh? He'd remember that, but something hit him in the funny bone when Kane made his joke. He did his best to stop himself from bursting out into laughter. Well, it was nice to know he had gotten on this guy's good side.

Of course he could see coming that this guy would try to push it on himself, he had just done the same after all. Well, he would of made a snarky comment and kept this going for a good while, had it not been for the arrival of one of the sisters. Kane called her Sister Rianne, Yohan tried to remember if he heard of her or not. Nothing really came at the moment, he'd probably have to look into it later. It was kind of fun to see this Rianne volunteer to help pick up the garbage, only for Kane to step in and tell her how she was too important to be doing such lowly duties. This made Yohan reflect a little on himself before hearing Kane make a request to join her on the next mission.

Oh, this probably brings back so many memories for you, the voice in his head returned to comment. Of course for you it was because you were younger, but you have to admit, it's kind of like seeing into a mirror. Yohan found it hard to deny this, he remembered a lot of people he used to look up to. Oh, right, nearly forgot. Sorry, won't bring it up again. For now, Yohan had no choice but to look away from that point, he had no time to be worrying about that when he was within these walls. Because of him going into his thoughts, he finally noticed Kane starting to ramble on and on. This caused Yohan to grin, this guy was certainly interesting in his book, and normally he would of found people like this strange, but he had to remember he had known a lot of strange people for years now.

"Um, I don't mind helping clean up. Sorry for just standing around like a goofball, but you know, when life gives you a bin of trash, you never know what you're gonna get." Yohan gave a silly smile after he said this, of course he did it on purpose, why wouldn't he? He never had much opportunity to do so before, and he wasn't going to waste such a good chance to let loose on new people. Of course, this could be good or bad depending on how you viewed it, but he had good intentions with it. Dropping down on to one knee, if neither of them went to stop him, he would begin picking up trash and start putting it into the bin that had not long ago sat comfortably over his head.

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Interestingly, both of the recruits offered to clean up. They seemed pretty eager to play their role at the academy so she figured she'd let them do as they pleased. "Nobody's ever too important to neglect basic things like cleaning, that kind of mindset is for rich folk. Which, you know, I'm not." Rising to her feet, Rianne dusted her gloves off and nodded approvingly at the two of them. "Alright, I'll leave the both of you two it, then." She'd been preparing to part ways, but Kane had something to add before she turned around. A lot of things, actually, and it was starting to get a little irksome.

"Hold it." Rianne held up an open palm to silence the young man. She didn't mind that he was excited to fight alongside his peers, but that attitude was definitely going to get him killed. "That's not for me to decide. There's a reason why we don't take most assignments on a volunteer basis - rookies looking to prove themselves by tagging along on missions out of their league usually ends with a body count; theirs, or their superiors."

With that said, she did begin walking slow circles around Kane, looking him up and down, trying to see if she remembered anything about this particular recruit. If he showed some promise, then maybe. . . nah, that didn't seem likely. "Now, apprenticeships are another matter entirely, but I'm not the most qualified person for that. Besides, I'm not looking to take anybody. At least. . . at least not for a few days."

Rianne scratched the back of her head and let out a sigh. Not the greatest timing in the world, but that should be enough to dissuade him from getting ahead of himself. Her job as a priestess is to watch out for people, and adding one more to the list isn't going to make things easier - not to mention someone that was bound to be a liability on the field. Heck, even keeping herself alive is enough work as it is.

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A short laugh from a little bit away would've caught the group of Kane, Yohan and Rianne's attention. Another Exorcist, sword at his hip, stood a little further away. A derisive smirk lined his features, and he quite nonchalantly strode up to Rianne and scoffed at her. "You? An apprentice? I understand that you're a woman and all, but surely you can't be that thick, can you?" The man crossed his arms, shaking his head in disappointment. "Please, a First Class scoundrel like you, 'Sister' Rhiannon, isn't worth being tutored by. I'm sure that idiot," he motioned towards Kane, "could learn more mopping floors than from someone with mop-hair like yourself." He looked her up and down then, satisfied, turned to Kane. "And you yourself should give up on becoming an Exorcist. You're way too soft. Of course, a lowly idiot like yourself is bound to be that type of person, am I right?" The Exorcist let out a hearty laugh, his white cloak hiding all of his outfit aside from the blade being visible under it. He turned to Yohan, and his face became stoic. "And you're not even worth more than this sentence."

He turned back to Rianne, putting his hand on his hip as his grin returned. His cloak fell open a little as he put his hand on his hip. "Do you have any objections to my advice for the two of you?" Hanging around visible his bicep was a black Armband with a white WDL insignia and a gold pin attached to it. He stood there, tapping his foot slightly as if he had somewhere better to be.

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Oh my, Sister Rianne was even more humble than he’d expected given the rumours. Such a practical and down to earth attitude, no wonder she was so well respected! What she said was true – It wasn’t common for fledgling exorcists to go on missions other than what was pre-assigned by the staff and squad leaders, and Kane chastised himself for not recognising that fact for himself. But then… Kane watched her doing circles around him, and intuitively lifted his arms and such to let her examine him more closely. Once she was apparently satisfied to some degree, she spoke again. "Now, apprenticeships are another matter entirely, but I'm not the most qualified person for that…”

Kane’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately stopped hearing her as he tried to process what had been said. She was speaking about taking on an apprentice. Him. An apprentice. Of Sister Rianne no less! Clearly, he’d done something to impress her if she was bending the situation to try and accommodate him! Pulling his arms in beside him as a double fist pump, Kane gave a cheer of elation. “YES! I did it!” Fate was clearly smiling on him now. If it wasn’t for Yohan and the trash incident, he’d have never got this chance. He'd have to thank the recruit when he got a moment. Cleaning duty WAS the first step towards greatness. Grinning to himself, he was about to speak further with Rianne about it when another, snide voice rang out.

"You? An apprentice? I understand that you're a woman and all, but surely you can't be that thick, can you?" Kane blinked a bit in confusion, turning towards the new speaker. His eyes narrowed a bit firmly, immediately disliking the tone and words of the person in front of him. “Hey, you can’t speak to Si-“ Kane was cut off by the very person he was attempting to defend, who likely felt he was ill-suited to the task.

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Rianne released the spell that she'd been holding throughout the entire altercation. She timed it very precisely - right as he began leaning into his next step, she summoned a ghostly chain very low to the ground, but at least high enough that his foot should catch it while it was coming up. After all, a superior being like himself doesn't bother to take notice of the garbage beneath him.

Not caring to see whether or not he fell to her little prank, she turned around back to the two who'd been standing there the entire time and clasped her hands together with a winning smile.

"Well, I hope never to talk to that asshole again. Not that I count on that, the persistent little rat."

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Kane had been quiet after Rianne had initially cut him off. Something about her expression and the way she carried herself just told him that this wasn’t his fight. Even if he was one of the targets. Face firmly pursed, Kane continued to glare at the condescending fellow, though briefly stopped when he realised Rianne had gestured to him. And implied he wasn’t doing much. He mumbled something of a soft ‘Hey…’ But neither her, nor the patronising man seemed to notice. Instead, more insults were flung both in his direction, and Rianne’s, Kane instinctively gripping his sword and continuing his dead stare. Say what he wanted about Kane (He knew it, he wasn’t anything special at this point – but one day, he would be); Rianne on the other hand… Well, even a moment like this was an incredible testament to her character.

Neither a pushover letting the guy waltz all over her, nor taking it too far and starting an actual fight; she was the picture of a cool, calm and steadfast warrior. If it wasn’t for the rude company near them, Kane would already be singing her praises in awe. Instead, he just stood firmly next to her, and although the jerk shoved past him, Kane was really certain that he might have hurt his shoulder a little on Kane’s chest. Maybe. It kinda hurt Kane’s chest a bit being shoved like that, so he hoped that guy had the same happen to him. Even when the bin was tipped over once again, ruining Yohan’s hard work, Kane didn’t flinch. Rianne was managing to hold her cool. He’d have to do the same.

Finally, she turned to him and Yohan, giving what was an impressive smile given the tenseness of the past situation. "Well, I hope never to talk to that asshole again. Not that I count on that, the persistent little rat." Rianne stated with far more positivity than Kane was expecting. Maybe she was forcing it a bit. “You okay, Sister?” He asked in concern. She didn’t need to put on a brave face for his sake, especially with the stuff that arrogant man had said. It was in his nature to put the concerns of others first. Speaking of which…

“Yohan, step back a moment. I’ll clean this up.” Kane affirmed, moving up to grab the bin again. Shutting his eyes and waving his hand in a familiar muscle memory, he began his chant, a series of circles and other symbols appearing in front of his palm in mid-air, glowing blue and rippling with energy. “Element: Water.” Slowly, a swirl of liquid began to come from his hand, directed across the floor where the mess had formed. Repeating another series of hand gestures, the arcane symbols changed, becoming green this time as Kane once again spoke, entering a meditation stance. “Element: Wind.” A small gust began to form, circling in a centrifugal motion, collecting up the bits of rubbish, before being directed over the bin. In one fluid step, the tornado disappeared, the trash was dropped, filling the bin once more, while the floor itself had a light sheen to it as it was dry once more. If there was one thing Kane could do, it was clean, though why he hadn’t done that when he’d first knocked over the bucket was anyone’s guess.

“I used to have to clean the shrine all the time back home, Mother runs a tight ship, so I got pretty quick at it.” Kane chuckled, rubbing the back of his head a bit as he explained. His levity dropped however as he turned back to Rianne. “Thank you though. For standing up for us. As much as I hate to admit it… He’s right about me. I’m a nobody. But, I plan to change that. Not because of what he said, but because I want to help this world, and the people in it. If I had the choice to become like that guy to be strong, or mop floors for the rest of my days, there’s no decision to be made – I’ll mop and sweat and clean until my hands fall off. There’s no point to this unless I can do something for the people who can’t stand up to guys like him.” Kane held his hand in front of himself a moment during his speech, clenching it as he got a little bit more worked up. He realised however, that he was dragging his point out again, so he stopped himself, giving a sigh.

“I’m sorry to have imposed on you Sister Rianne. Like me, you’re still training to become the best you can and help people. I don’t want to slow you down in that. No matter what people like him think, I know you’re incredible; and you’ll never give up being there for folks like us. That’s why, even if you can’t train me, I’ll strive to be like you, and even beyond that.” He nodded to her, smiling a bit to himself. It felt good to speak his mind like that, and he really meant it. All this had done was help reaffirm his belief and reason for being at the WDL. The world needed someone to protect it, and it sure as diddly wasn’t going to be that... That stale biscuit!

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He hadn't expected to meet a guy like this, if only he had asked for his name, probably wouldn't of gotten it. Regardless, this guy had done something, his words spoke out and struck not the Sister. He couldn't speak a damn word about it, all he could do was remember right now. But he wanted to do something so badly right now, it was annoying to think this was the state he had to end up in right now. He concentrated with every fiber in his being, focused not just with his mind, but with his very spirit to keep himself in check. How could he stay calm after this, how could he after that... that... blow?!

You have to calm down, right now. You'll be found out if you set off now. I KNOW THAT! DON'T YOU THINK I DO?! But that guy... Who cares about him?! He only speaks words, you hold memories with you no matter where you go. You cherish them every day, you honor and respect them! Are you seriously going to let one guy ruin everything you've worked for until now?! No, but... It's just hard. There's no one here to talk to. I can't even talk about it back home! What a joke, right?! LET ME JUST DO ONE SHOT, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! No, you will NOT fire one shot without my permission anyway! WHY NOT?!? WOULDN'T YOU DO THE SAME?! YES, ACTUALLY, I WOULD! But you aren't me, you NEVER want to be me do you!?

The argument inside his head would probably sound silly spoken to anyone, he really missed being home right now. He had almost gone and blew everything, people were counting on him to come back with results! He thought of the children, all smiling and looking up to him to bring them back news that they would have a proper home again. How many demon attacks just 'slip' under watch? How many people manipulated the systems to bring demons out and ruin people's lives more than once!? How many times did he have to look in the eyes of people who were on the edge of starvation, how many times did he have to do the same for those who were sick, infected, corrupted with something vile...

His mind raced against itself, it practically felt like he was bashing against a wall right now. He very much wanted to, but instead of his head, he'd use his fist. His left hand started to twitch, even if it was concealed as nicely as he could make it, he felt the urge to go frikking wild right now on some kind of property. His emotions were blood hot right now, and oh boy, OH BOY, did that guy pick the wrong words to say to him today. He had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that when the sister came back and she and Kane started talking, it snapped him out of his thoughts in surprise, leaving him with a sudden concerned expression as he looked between the both of them several times. It only took him until now to realize that his inner frustration had started to cause him to sweat. No wonder it felt hot in here suddenly.

Kane asked him to step back, this made him confused for a moment, but he nodded and did as Kane asked, observing the trash to see what he would do. To his surprise, Kane used magic to clean it up. At least, he assumed it was magic. It had to be, right? Well, regardless, it seemed like Kane was better off than the average man. Seems like Kane was aspiring for greater things though, he could respect that. Kane turned his attention to mainly focus on the Sister for now. A brief moment of light to the situation, at least, for his side mentally anyway. These were nice people, way too nice for him to act up now. He had gotten lucky here, almost slipping up control due to one man's words.

... It hurt to remember. It always did. It must feel that way for others here. But they could at least express themselves openly. He had to keep his trap shut, especially with that man around. There would be time later, for now, he just had to buy his time. He had to think about the positives for now, keep his head in the game. Was this a game now? Who knows. All he knew was that he had to stay calm and keep himself under control. Under control. Under. Control. He repeated the words inside his head multiple times, he couldn't have another near slip up like this again.

Well, at least Kane finished sucking up -- er, admiring the Sister. He scratched the back of his head as he blinked a few times. Oh boy, this one was certainly a talker. He didn't mind that though, at least Kane seemed honest. "Well, uh, apologies and all that. In all honesty, I was just looking for where the rooms were, but at this point, I may need to go out and buy a few water bottles now. It'd certainly help with how hot it got just now." He went to move his sleeve and rub it against his forehead -- Ooooh right, the whole, trash incident. He moved his arm quickly away from his head before it could even lay an inch on it. Yeaaahhh he was going to have to change before sleeping tonight, oh ho boy. Least it wasn't going to be prickly tonight.

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"Huh? Yeah, why wouldn't I be okay? Guys like that are a dime a dozen." She brought the cigarette to her lips again, figuring she could savor this one longer now that she wasn't in a public indoor space anymore. But despite her words, faint tears welled in her eyes and rolled silently down her face. When he opened up those old wounds, she had only been half-acting. Her blurry gaze drifted skyward, exhaling a cloud of smoke above her with a deep sigh. Of course I can't move on from that. Even now, I still miss them. . .

"Fucking bastard," she said to no one in particular.

She simply stood there and smoked, listening to Kane express his gratitude and shed some light on his own aspirations. It was strange for him to say that he wanted to be like her - he was much more determined when she was at his age, and by the sound of it, a much harder worker, too. Harkening back to the 'playground bully' comment she'd shot at Ash earlier, that was exactly what she used to be. And she still kind of was.

"If I have any advice to give you, don't strive to be like me," she simply replied to the boy, for a handful of reasons. "I'm not a good role model. Maybe you don't see it yet, but I've been around long enough to know where I stand. Just be you."

Rianne turned to partially face the other boy who had stood witness to this encounter as well.

"Once you finish buying what you need, check behind the store. There's a directory in the back." She extinguished the smoldering cigarette and flicked it into the open trash can, brushing her gloves off. "Sorry about all that. I don't think he would've paid you two any mind if I wasn't here."

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Kane listened to Rianne and Yohan with due respect, pleasantly nodding to confirm he was paying attention. The sister seemed hesitant to accept his praise of her, going as far as to outright state she didn’t think he should look up to her. Though he agreed with the idea that he should aim to be his own person, he saw no reason not to see the good Sister Rianne had to offer. Nobody was perfect, but those who strived on despite their flaws, those who sacrificed themselves for others. Kane respected that. Even if Sister Rianne didn’t believe in the strength of her character, Kane could see a strong light that burned brightly. A candle flame that refused to wither in the wind.

Yohan spoke something of water supplies, and Kane wondered if perhaps he’d distracted him from provision duties. Regardless, it seemed it was Rianne’s turn to apologise to the two, though Kane simply shook his head. “Not at all ma’am. I was the one wanting to be noticed, and you did an admirable job dealing with him.” Striding up, Kane extended his hand to clap into Rianne’s firmly, giving another one of his goofy grins. “Don’t think I didn’t mean what I said Sister. You’re special. I can see now more than ever what a privilege it would be to work with you. If you don’t think that’s the case, I’ll just have to prove it to you sometime.” Giving a slow shake, Kane withdrew his hand, turning to Yohan. “Sorry about the mess Yohan, I’ll make it up to you too. In fact…” Kane brought his fist down into the palm of his hand as an idea struck him.

“I’ve got some free time at dinner, we’ll do it then. We’ll meet at Sister’s room around six, and I’ll have a surprise cooked up. Ah! That means I better hurry and get ready.” Kneeling down, Kane picked up the rubbish bin, running off with it towards the garbage disposal before either had a chance to really refuse. This was going to be great! He’d have a chance to make some good friends, test out a new recipe, and maybe help cheer Sister Rianne up after her rough day. He was such a thoughtful fellow like that.


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Shifting away from the window as she finally fixed her blouse, Candice slowly made her way back over to Madison to observe the children in the adjacent room, continuing until she was just a short distance away from the double mirror, arms folded as she scrutinised them. True to Madison’s word, they were all filing in; both the two children Candice personally had experience with, along with the four newcomers. She’d hoped to have the time to more intimately get to know each of the children, but with so many arriving at once; she might have to forgo an individual approach. A shame, she’d have to alter her lesson plan accordingly.

“Look at how close Ms. Himemiya is to Mr. Black, it looks like some of them are getting along well already. Marvelous.” Madison commented from behind Candice, the young man’s voice brimming with enthusiasm. Turning to glance at him, she nodded once, bringing a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her sunglasses, removing them only once she’d shut her eyes. “Indeed. Though that’s probably more familiarity then I was expecting. I’ll have to review Vesper and Jonathan’s files to see if I can glean a sense of their connection.” Replacing her glasses, Candice opened her eyes once more, listening to Madison’s observation regarding Rick and the group dynamics. Smiling lightly, Candice strode over to him, leaning her back on the countertop next to the researcher as she held her elbow with one hand.

“Rick is a fine student. I have no doubt in his capabilities looking after them, especially with my assistance and guidance.” Candice stated with a genuine air of confidence, lightly flicking her earing with her right hand. Madison continued, only to be interrupted as it seemed the tea was ready. Smiling, Candice turned to face him, approaching as he asked if she’d like to partake. “Is there any need for a question there Madison? I wouldn’t refuse one of your blends even if Arthur himself wanted my share.” Responding warmly, Candice waited and watched as Madison prepped her mug, though the WDL teacher slowly noticed something she’d missed earlier.

“My, is that a new dress Madison? Are you planning on impressing our new trainees?” Slyly grinning, Candice wasn’t exactly chastising Madison, more just finding it cute that the young man wanted to make a good impression on the children. She herself had dressed somewhat formally for the occasion, business pants and jacket, along with frilly red blouse and her fair share of jewellery. Taking her mug and savouring the aroma briefly, Candice slowly sipped hers, the temperature not bothering her in the slightest, briefly glancing to the radio as the station moved from Sinatra to Elvis’ Jailhouse Rock.

“Still, only time will tell if they’re suited to life here. It’s a big change to go from a normal life to one where the rules you know no longer apply.” Watching Rick begin to field questions, Candice continued to lean on the counter casually, a sign of her comfort in the presence of Madison. “After all, not everyone can adjust to this place as well as you did Maddie.” Candice commented, giving a soft laugh. To think the little boy she’d seen so many years ago would still be here, even after she returned. He’d certainly grown up into quite the fine young man, and the confidence and enthusiasm he had in who he was always helped bring a smile to her face.

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I guess this is what one would call a lucky break in this type of situation. Keeping things under wraps had never been easy, especially when put under an extreme amount of stress when someone touches upon ground they really shouldn't. He could see the tears coming down her face, so she had been hurt by his comment more than she had let on. Well, at least one positive thing came out of this, he knew the man's face and had heard the voice spoken enough times to keep a good memory on both. There was no way he would forgive that man, nor would he forget about this. He wondered how many more people were like him here, he would have to keep an eye out for this later.

Seems like this Sister Rianne had some reason to not want people to aspire to be like her. He kind of felt the same way about himself, it would be awkward if he had to talk to someone who thought, expressed and looked just like him. The sister talks about the store, and this is where things started to get awkward for him. Oh, right, she thought he was a student here. He had honestly said the room part just to not make himself suspicious, he didn't want to add trouble while he was here, which had nearly been thrown out the window thanks to that guy from earlier.

Yohan decided to open and close his left hand repeatedly as he kept thinking about the guy, not to mention he needed an excuse now. Perhaps the simple route was the way to go? He'd try that, though it did make him thankful he seemed to be blending in so far. He was only here for one reason, and once that was done, he could get out of here and return to where he felt he would be needed soon. Thinking about it a little more, not even that rude guy tried making any cripple or injury insults at him, he couldn't really call it a win though considering he needed to get comfortable here until he found what he came looking for.

"Well, thanks for the tip. I'll check into it when I get the chance." It was all he could say, really. He didn't want her following him because he had no use for them. Attending classes just to learn about boring crap he'd forget as soon as he left? Yeah, no thanks, it wasn't for him. He wished he could just up and tell them, hey, I'm just here on a mission, no real biggie, I'll be gone before you know it! He'd probably miss some, no doubt, but he just figured they would meet up again when he could tell them who he really was and what he did. It reminded him of a certain laid back figure he used to know, and this made him reflect for just a moment again: SSM. He'd never forget those letters for as long as he drew breath. Though he doubted anyone here would actually care about what it meant, but to him, it meant everything.

Kane decided to speak next with lunch, at Rianne's room no less. He thanked the stars Kane hadn't suggested they meet up in his room, it would get awkward real quick standing out in the middle of a hall talking casually and such. But he had a feeling Rianne wouldn't exactly approve right off the bat, but he saw Kane get into this excited jumble and it made him hard to say no. So he shrugged and merely waited to see if Rianne had anything to say about this. Regardless of what happened, he figured Kane would more than likely offer his room if Rianne shot him down for hers. The less these two knew, the better off everyone was. Not like anyone had anything to worry about, anyway. If all went according to plan, everything would settle itself.

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Rianne would've said something in response had Kane not bolted off with the trash can as soon as he was done talking. It wasn't like she was particularly opposed to the idea of having lunch in her room, but the least she could've done was let him now that it was going to be very messy. With a simple shrug, she turned to Yohan and said, "If you're not feeling up for it, I'll just tell him you were busy. He'll understand."

At the very least, it should be a decent opportunity to explain that she couldn't have him tagging along anywhere, not until the situation with Melody was resolved. Which may or may not involve her untimely death, and that would put their student-teacher relationship in a very awkward spot.

"Well, I'm gonna head back." As she began parting ways from Yohan with an off-handed wave, she said, "Try not to get in trouble while you're here, our security system doesn't take kindly to suspicious people." A visibly armed young man that didn't have the armband of a student nor the familiarity of a staff member - she wasn't sure how this random person got in here without supervision or legitimate clearance, but either way it'd be a hassle to deal with. Maybe there was justification for his presence here, or maybe he was some obscenely powerful non-human that didn't mind waltzing around in an exorcist base that was armed to the teeth.

Maybe I'll ask Illusion what his deal is if I happen to bump into her.

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Simple. Efficient. It was exactly as it had been told. A moment of vulnerability, a chance to alter the system. A delicate process, but thankfully, the knowledge that had been bestowed on the individual gave them intimate details of the inner workings of the man-machine hybrid. It was a small window, but all that was needed to make the necessary changes. The files were already prepared beforehand; it was just a matter of slipping them in undetected. When ORIN went through the standard maintenance reboot that was when the window opened. Both the system files, and ORIN’s memories needed to coincide, and the only way for that to happen without her noticing was this precise time. Quickly, flawlessly, the plan was executed, adding in the files as needed before slipping away silently. Now there’d be no further questions on that front. Perfect.






| Rinne |


Two hands gripped Candice's shoulders from behind as she sat in her chair, a smooth voice whispering right into her ear. "Meow." Candice turning to look behind her would yield no results, although she likely knew that already. A few moments later, a small black cat leaped up onto Candice's desk, looking over at her and stretching before laying down on said desk, eyeing her lazily. "Now, how on earth did you get in here?" Candice asked the small feline with some apprehension before sitting up, moving over to her open office door and slowly pushing it shut. The cat simply turned, meowing at Candice again- there was a smugness to the meow, though. She felt like it was flaunting something, especially since the cat stretched its front legs, still eyeing her with those lazy, smug eyes. "You know this is highly unorthodox. I thought we agreed that you'd keep contact to a minimum." Candice stated, folding her arms as she leaned back onto the door to ensure it remained closed. "Not to mention that 'you-know-who' has eyes everywhere." The cat leaped down behind the desk, and for a moment all was quiet. A few seconds later, though, a woman stood up from behind the desk. A small purr escaped her smirking lips as she leaned down and put her chin in her hands, eyeing Candice lazily. "Oh? And I thought I was a welcome visitor.." She slowly stood up, moving around to the side of the desk closest to Candice, and sitting upon the edge.

She was decked out in her usual combat suit, with a fair amount of gear to match- and her treasured twin revolvers sat, polished, at her hip. "I was sent to the area, and I decided to pop in for a moment to check on you." Her smug smile dropped a little as she looked the teacher over. "You look tired. And stressed. Paperwork always was a bother, so I don't know why you subject yourself to it. I could never handle all the writing."
"Work can do that, but at least this way I can see to it that I'm making a difference." Candice replied, giving a faint smile. "Some things are worth the trouble. I take it you know that more of the children have arrived?" She inquired, remaining against the door frame, obviously still worried about being found out. Rinne nodded, chuckling softly. "I do, but I wasn't dispatched here to harm them or anything." She raised her hand passively. "There's been rumours of some unnatural activity somewhere in the region- the WDL themselves requested we look into it. Figure they'd rather us die and not them if it's something big and nasty." Rin slowly stood up, motioning for Candice to come over to her with her pointer finger. "Besides, there's some business I have to attend to. Involving Kane."

Her expression dropped ever so slightly, and she crossed her arms. "You've been keeping the poor kid in the pits, haven't you?" Candice was being sneaky- she was using her glasses to hide her reaction, but Rinne had known her for a long time, so that trick was lost on her. "Unnatural activity, hmm?" The blonde teacher brought a hand to her chin to think. "Care to elaborate on that?" She added, blatantly trying to get one over on the Kasha soldier. Rinne adjusted her own sunglasses as a subtle 'no' to Candice, moving over to the other woman slowly. "You're being slippery, and I won't let it happen. Why is Kane sweeping up trash when much less qualified Exorcists are getting sent out on duty?" Rin crossed her arms, now close enough that she looked down at Candice as she spoke- her height made this an often occurrence, and Rin always enjoyed petting the shorter lady's head as an affectionate, if not slightly smug, gesture.

"Kane offered to, and it's to be expected. He's not prepared for the field, and if I was to send him out it would likely be seen as some sort of favoritism." Candice explained calmly, apparently not intimidated at all by the taller feline, although Rin was glad this was the case, as she wasn't exactly trying to be intimidating. Looking up to meet Rinne's gaze, Candice raised a hand and waved it dismissively. "He'll have his opportunity once he manages to improve his test scores a bit."
"The test scores you've been incorrectly marking?" Rinne's tone was flat- apparently she herself had been doing some searching- or maybe she just knew Candice all too well to think that her being Kane's teacher was good for the boy actually getting out to the place he wanted to be. "Kane offered to because you asked- you offer to do plenty work I'm sure, but you don't want to, do you? Your goals are much larger, yet you burden yourself with tasks because you think it's the nice thing to do." Rinne paused. "You're stifling him, Candy."
Rin's eyes narrowed ever so slightly behind her glasses as she looked at the woman before her. "And it's not favouritism when everyone else gets to go too." Rinne added.

Candice averted her gaze from the feline, looking down to the doorknob she had her hand on, and Rin noticed. To Rin, it was almost as if she was a nervous soldier looking for an escape route- Rin knew Candice had been messing poor Kane around just from the way she was acting so defensively- like an overbearingly overprotective mother. Rinne paused a moment. That's kind of what she was, in fact. Rinne chuckled inwardly. Finally, Candice looked back up to Rin. "You know what's out there. How dangerous it is. It's different for you and me, I know nothing's going to happen to us, but him..." She trailed off, looking to the side as she sighed. "You know what he means to me. I have a duty. An obligation to see to it that he stays safe. I've been against him joining me here from the start, but you insisted."

She pushed off of the door, moving up to Rinne, and attempting to stand some ground and force her back. "Stifling or not, it's for his own good. I couldn't stand if anything happened to him." Rinne put her finger on the bottom of Candice's chin and forced her to look up and meet her gaze. "You think I don't worry about him? You think I don't get scared that he might get injured, maimed or worse? Candy, please, he's my nephew." She sighed, looking down at the worried lady. "What happens if the barrier falls and Kane gets in a fight he cant run away from, Candy? Give him some experience. A taste. Something to let him decide if it's worth it, or if he doesn't want to risk his life. At least let him train- we both know that classes and combat tests only go so far. They don't prepare you for a succubus trying to get into your pants, nor do they prepare you for a wind demon stealing your breath from your lungs when they get close."

Rinne dropped her hand, moving it to clutch Candice's shoulder softly, smiling sheepishly at her less than PG choice of examples. "I'll be in the area. Take him with you somewhere- that way if he needs to have an eye kept on him, you'll be there. Besides, if anything happens, you know I'll come back you up as soon as possible." She smirked and leaned down to whisper into Candice's ear, her voice sultry, yet barely audible. "But, mind you, a wind demon isn't the only thing that's been able to take my breath away." She took a step back, turning to move back over to the desk. "If you don't take him out, he'll end up depressed, and upset, and he's too nice to say it but he might end up disliking you." She turned, leaning on the desk with one hand. "Candy, take him with you on your next outing, or I'll kidnap him." She stared directly into Candice's eyes as those last words left her mouth- she was dead serious.

Candice stopped, hesitating as she seemed to contemplate her options and think it over. Shaking her head, she sighed again, taking a step back towards the door, gripping the handle. "Though I question the nature of your examples, your point still remains. He's going to need to go on a mission at some point, it's just..." She paused, and looked back over at the Kasha lady she was speaking to. "I'll think about it. I certainly can't take him with me - that would definitely constitute favouritism. How about we leave it until after this boot camp, then I'll see to it that he either gets to go on a mission, or I'll bring him on one?" Candice asked, but once again Rinne knew her too well to fall for her tricks. She was trying to buy time, and Rin wasn't going to have any of it. She grinned slyly as Candice gripped the handle. "I wouldn't open that door if I were you, Candy."

Her face relaxed into a smirk as she beckoned Candice over; she couldn't resist getting a little smug jab at the other girl. "Well, there's plenty of demons who try to seduce me, you know. I'm quite the catch, as I'm sure you'll agree." Her smirk grew a bit smug as she stood properly, but the two ears on her head perked up as she zoned in on two words that left Candice's mouth. "Boot camp? Why not take him to boot camp? That seems super reasonable. And at this point, Candy, I think his cohort will be glad to see he's not stuck with cleaning duty this time." She sighed hard. "Although his cohort seem more like to make fun of him because he doesn't get to show off the skills he has, and instead if their laughing stock due to his clumsiness. Also!" Rinne pouted at Candice, a little irked by something. "Are you saying that my training didn't make him at all competent on the battlefield? I will fight you right here and right now!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Candice replied astutely, remaining at the door with the handle in her grip. "And unlike you, I have rules and regulations I have to follow. Suffice to say though, you've made your point, and I'll work to change things at the earliest convenience." She added, ready to open the door to allow Rin to leave. "Besides, there's no need for us to fight. I know I can never win against you." Rinne grinned. "Because I'm stronger, cooler and faster than you- and also because you know you couldn't hurt this face, am I right?" She quite enjoyed teasing Candice, in fact it was something she absolutely loved to do. She couldn't help herself, the girl was so darn cute! Despite her internal monologue, she sat back down on the desk, turning to look out the window. "You know, now that business is out of the way.. it's a little rude to just want to toss me out, isn't it?" She kept her gaze outside, watching a pair of birds land on the gutter of a nearby building together. "Do you watch Kane in class? Does he seem happy, Candy? How many people does he talk to? He could make some friends on that boot camp, and you'll be there to keep an eye on him. Seems pretty fair to me." Her smirk appeared to have vanished, replaced by a somewhat blank expression, but since her face wasn't in Candice's direction, it was hard to tell.

Candice, outside of Rin's view, paused, releasing her grip on the door handle as she looked over to Rinne pensively. Sighing, she threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. "It's for both our sakes. I'd rather not have you with an O at the start getting more wise to us than she already is." Rinne heard footsteps, then felt Candice's back press against her own as the teacher leaned against her. "If you're really that worried about him, I'll see what I can do. I promise." Candice stated genuinely, her stubbornness fading. Like she had said, she knew she could never win against Rin. She was being played like a fiddle, but.. well, she didn't entirely mind it.

A few moments of silence passed before two arms wrapped tightly around Candice, pulling her into a warm embrace. The Kasha was still looking away, her cheeks slightly reddened with embarrassment as she hugged Candice close. She sighed softly, turning to rest her chin on Candice's head. "I'm still mad at you for coming here and making it so damn hard to get to you. Legendary soldier or not, do you know how annoying it is the avoid Exorcists, your surveillance, and try to not give myself away? You couldn't have picked a much worse place to end up, Candy." Rinne closed her eyes, going quiet as she enjoyed being close to the 'stern teacher of the WDL Academy'. "Besides, even if there wasn't any business to attend to, I would've come to visit you anyway. I miss you, Kane too, and you suck for coming here." She smirked slightly.

It'd been at least two months since she'd last seen Candice, so her hug was tight and warm and almost overwhelming. Rin could die any moment of any day in her profession, so she naturally she wanted to see the teacher as often as she could. Her grip on Candice tightened slightly as she closed her eyes, greatly enjoying the press of Candice's body against hers. A long, contented sigh left her lips as he opened her eyes as Candice spoke.

"About as annoying as you were about me bringing Kane on a mission." Candice replied, mildly teasing the feline girl. "You know you could just wait until after work hours at my home? At least then we'd have some privacy... From eavesdroppers." Rinne chuckled softly, poking Candice's nose in a mocking angry gesture complete with a fake pout. "I hate you for adding that onto that sentence, you tease." She pulled away from Candice, her eyes sparkling a little as she stood up. "Maybe I'll pop back around later on so we can have some of that privacy you mentioned." She paused, giving Candice a sly smirk. "From eavesdroppers." She turned away, before suddenly spinning on her heel and leaning down to give Candice a quick smooch on the forehead. "I'm gonna go hunt down Kane and give him the good news-" She clicked her fingers before pointing at Candice, laughing lightly, "-don't disappoint him, now, or I'll spank you!" She made her way over to the window, giving the other woman a grin as she shifted back into her feline form and leaped out of the window in one bound.

Back in the room, Candice remained seated at her desk, dumbfounded a moment. Slowly, she got up, moving back to her seat, flopping into it with a soft sigh. Bringing her hand to her forehead, she gave it a soft wipe, staring at her pair of fingers. "The things I get myself into..." She trailed off aloud, before bringing her two fingers to her lips. "Love you too."







| Angel |


A small platoon of soldiers had surrounded Yohan, weapons raised. The blonde who lead them sighed heavily, sword at his waist. "Alright, let's escort him to the prison cells." He spoke with a degree of authority, arms crossed as he looked over the boy. He turned on his heel and began to walk, several soldiers moving alongside Yohan. They pushed him, and he followed- no use getting into trouble right here. The Exorcist who lead the team, Angel, sighed in frustration. "It's required that all Exorcists report suspicious persons when they're spotted. I'll make sure that Rianne lady gets a talking to." He uncrossed his arms, letting his hand fall down onto his blade and rest there as he strode through the grounds. He was at the head of the group, idly tapping the hilt of his weapon as his long strides lead him and his group through the academy grounds, towards a very specific location. "Oh, ya sacka shit, how dare ya come in 'ere 'n blah blahblah blah-" Angel cut himself off. Was he making fun of Rianne being uncultured still? He shook his head and groaned- he'd have to apologise at a more prudent moment. Maybe he'd let her off the hook this once; she definitely knew that she'd disobeyed a pretty serious rule already.

Eventually, after a few minutes of walking, the troupe crossed paths with a ragtag group of people standing outside of (or mostly outside of) the Academy doorway- most of them were without armbands. He paused for a second, looking them over, then noticing one Rick Brackwall with the group. He nodded at him, motioning for his men to pause as he did so. "Ah, Rick, I was wondering if you'd be able to, at your earliest convenience, get that.." Angel's lip curled, but his pleasant smile remained, "lovely.. Principal of ours to attend the Council meeting. She seems to be running somewhat late." He gave Rick a curt nod and, bowing to the others, returned to his group of men, motioning for them to walk once more as they began to make their way to the military base portion of the WDL grounds, to put Yohan behind bars for future questioning, or something.

His headache hadn't left him, and neither had the nightmares.






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The lights flickered on in the dark room, a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. It barely illuminated the room the girl was in, and she grunted as she struggled in her chair. She hadn't seen them coming at all, so when the blank slammed into her face, she couldn't dodge it. She groaned, looking up as a person entered the room. "Ah, my apologies. We almost lost you, dear. Now, if you'll just hold still.. we want to help you get better. Much, much better."

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The cell was indeed dark, gloomy even. That sense of unremitting dread seemed to seep out of the sealed door, bleeding into the hallway where the two guards stood, almost lazily at watch. There was no threat from inside the contained cell and they were in depths of the most safely guarded complex in the entire world, what reason would there be to truly care for their charge? It almost almost unsurprising that the two men, who stood in their frail body armour, eyes glazed over as their hands loosely gripped onto their loaded rifles didn't even notice the change in the air at first. Of course nobody could really blame them, it was hard to slip from the realm of waking dreams. Yet when the stench of burning tar, blistering skin and sickly firewood began to stick in their nose, then they noticed something was wrong.

But by then, it was too late for them to return to their senses as they once had. One of the two guards had snapped enough to his senses to notice the thin carpet of smoke, black as pitch, crawling along the ground, lapping at their feet, tugging at their ankles. That sickly sweet, foul smelling smoke was like burning hell to the mans nose, every foul stink in the world tore at his senses as his eyes watered. He tried to open his mouth to shout there was a fire, but oddly he found as he opened his lips they felt numb, his tongue large and unwieldy in his mouth. The words wouldn't come, just a strangled noise of shock and surprise. In panic he looked at his companion, and got only a blank, glazed look in response.

There was a painful, almost puppet like movement to his fellow guard as he turned around, stumbling like a sleep walker, to face the cell. The mans hand dragged itself up to the slot in the door, the one weakness in this otherwise perfect door. And with one smooth motion the latch was thrown open and the man stumbled back, moving in a drunken stupor. The guard who still had just the thinnest control of his senses watched in terror as the smoke suddenly stopped flowing around their feet and surged into the gap, as though it were a vacuum pulling all of the horrible black smoke away with it. The latch slammed shut behind the mass of stink and smoke but not before one, lone, dreadful word echoed through his mind.

"Forget"

The guard blinked, shaking his head. He looked about himself then sniffed, a grimace spreading across his face. It smelt as though someone had set off a stink bomb somewhere around here, why did he have to be put with all the boring jobs that always seemed to have something go wrong with them?

Inside the cell however it was a different story, the mass of smoke coalesced just within the confines of the door, swirling and twisting on itself as it drew itself up, condensing even as it grew itself in size. And with a dreadful, baleful pause there was a cracking, dragging noise of coals breaking in a fire as a flame, darker and of richer crimson than any natural flame burst into being in the centre of this shadowy mass. The prisoner within could only watch, silently, as two thick arms sprouted from the mass of smoke and terror and a crowned head grew from the top of the genie like form. In an instant a halo of fire illuminated the head, filling out the creatures eyes, splitting the top of its head in a burning mass that tore its smokey form apart and two eyes of dark fire burned within its black skull.

"Who... Who are you?" The boy within the cell questioned the now fully formed Demon, fear was well hidden from that pained voice, even if his body was less apt at hiding it. The Demon of smoke and fire bowed, a twisted, misshapen movement that twisted his smokey form in awkward angles.
"Yohand, is it not?" His voice was calm, smooth and incredibly deep, a rumbling growl carried through his words, splitting all sense of kindness from his voice, and it certainly didn't sound like he was putting that growl on either, rather that his very form created this sound of rocks cracking against itself. "I. I am the Demon Lord Brenhin. And I come here before you with an offer."

There was a twisted look of surprise on Yohan's face as he behind the Demon before him, mouth opening and closing in wordless confusion as he clearly tried to say something to grasp the situation before him before a look of anger spread across his face. Clearly he had just remembered who he worked for, if not who had locked him up and with a yell he ran forwards, cuffed hands raised above his head in an attempt to brain the Demon Lord. A swift and savage back handed slap put an end to those dreams of defiance as Yohan was sent flying into the wall, a Brenhin sized red mark forming on his cheek from where he had been struck. Brenhin sighed, a predictable response and one that frequently bored him, false defiance never brought good to anyone.

The legless Demon shifted across the room, drifting in front of the downed prisoner, watching as he shook his head to clear it of the obvious confusion that now drowned his thoughts in sticky pain. It must be so terrible for him, having been struck by smoke made manifest, it must surely be very painful indeed. He watched the boy before him blink painfully up at him, it seemed he wasn't about to lose consciousness. That was good indeed, he was after all on a tight schedule here and no doubt his absence would be noted if this took too long. Still, great risks brought great rewards.

"Now, as I was trying to say, I have an offer for you Mr Yohan." There was a look of hate in the green-grey eyes as they looked up him. It made him wonder if he would have to give the boy another knock before he would listen to the wonderful offer he was to lay out for him. It wouldn't be the first one who had needed a bit of forceful persuasion.
"What do you want from me?" A strange, otherworldly grin all but ripped Brenhin's features apart as the flame and shadow melded and twisted around themselves.
"Simply, I need you to do something very easy for me. In return I will ensure you are not executed for a crime you have not committed." Yohan look the Demon up and down before snorting, looking away in disgust.
"I'm not betraying the WDL for you, hellspawn." Brenhin twisted forwards, his face only a few inches away from the boys, the heat of his fire causing sweat to prick into being on his forehead.
"You misunderstand my intentions. I do not want you to betray the WDL, simply to send a message and I need a human for this message to be credible. In return, I shall give you the strength to leave the WDL and you may then hunt my lesser kind as you see fit with greater strength than you could ever have right now. Of course you could turn down my offer and I can find another way to send my message, though I fear that will cause a great deal more innocent blood."

That seemed to get the boys attention. He could see the cogs of internal conflict turning in his brain, it was painfully clear in his eyes as they darted about, trying to weigh up the options. Of course there was only one that would have ever been taken, though truly Brenhin cared little if Yohan did turn down his offer, it just brought him greater pleasure and brought many of his other plots into motion this way.
"Fine. I'll send your message. What do you want me to say and to who?"
"I shall tell you that when the time is right. But for now, allow me to uphold my end of the bargain. I shall bestow upon you the strength to warp flame to your will, to twist your words into weapons that the weak willed will bow before. Fire shall not scorch you, nor smoke choke you. You will know true power now." Almost gently Brehins right hand snaked out and laid just over the boys heart, pushing his clothes down. Suddenly there was a sizzling and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Yohan hissed in pain as the searing pain spread through his breast and then all at once his veins were alive with living fire, ever inch of his body screamed in agony as a growing orange light sprouted over his heart. He wanted nothing more than to writhe on the floor to escape the pain but he couldn't even move his eyes, Brenhin's agonising touch rooting him in place.

And then as suddenly as it had sprouted across his entire body the pain vanished as though it had never been. The Demon Lord removed his arm to reveal the mark which had been left behind, the wheel being torn asunder by twin hands. The symbol glowed with a faint orange light, which was fairly easily concealed by the boys clothes. "Now, sadly my way out has been sealed behind me, and my alibis will soon begin to excuse my... Well none of that concerns you Mr Yohan. Now I'm afraid you will have to ferry me from this place, else our deal will be null and void. Be thankful that smoke is as smooth as the clean air for you now." Brenhin's flames suddenly sputtered and died as the Demon began to rapidly shrink in size, the smoke of his body dissipating in clouds before horrible the remaining mass of smoke practically threw itself at Yohans face, pouring into his nose and mouth as it swarmed down his throat, hiding in his lung. Now Brenhin had only to wait, in his hiding spot where none could ever hope of knowing his presence. And now that Yohan carried his Mark he could see everything through the boys eyes. This was all too beautiful to not enjoy.

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Helena was not exactly overjoyed by the situation. She'd followed along, mostly feeling too sick and unsure of the situation to formulate any other plan, and was rather regretting it. As she'd walked the events leading up to her arrival had become more clear to her. The men, the van, the people holding a gun to her father's head..

As the group settled down Miss Kingsley sat hunched up in her seat, casting her eyes round the room and trying to work out some way to escape from this horribly unexpected situation. She considered the possibility of writing instructions to call the police surreptitiously on a napkin and seeing is she could slip it to a waiter without attracting suspicion... but soon came to the realisation that everyone was speaking Italian..a language she had very little grasp of.

Would it get to someone who could read it before anyone noticed what she was up to? Seemed unlikely.

"I don't want anything." she murmured, before good old British social conditioning kicked in to some extent.
"Still don't feel so good, I mean...thanks anyway."

It wasn't as if they seemed like horrible people on the surface. The young man who seemed to be leading things had helped her to her feet, and she was still clasping the vial the silvery-haired girl had given her, unsure if she should try it.

There was at least one person, a dark-haired woman, who was being quite rude, and this prompted a mildly disapproving look from Helena beneath her hair in response to being glared at, but she had far more pressing things on her mind at the time.

They seemed friendly enough.. although from what she could tell many were in a similar situation to her. Yet she appeared to be the only one noticeably panicked by the development. She was happy to admit she'd lived a pretty sheltered life in rural England, but she didn't think that being captured and taken hundreds of miles away was something you ever became indifferent to. Was this some sort of cult?

The appearance of someone who was both outside the immediate group, and appeared to be an English speaker, caused Helena's gaze to snap up rather pleadingly in her direction. Maybe she could slip something to this woman and get her to call the police? Her father must have reported her missing by now...if he was safe.. who could even say. Regardless at least through that she might be able to get away from this madness. She didn't want to 'learn how to defend' herself. She'd never had any need to until someone had decided to kidnap her. Mostly Helena Kingsley just wanted to go home.





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By all accounts it had been quite an eventful morning. The first intruder had been swiftly dealt with and escorted down to detainment. You couldn't simply stroll up to the HQ and begin snooping around without expecting retaliation.

The 'special' new trainees appeared to, for the most part, be a bunch of entitled children, so perhaps their title was appropriate. If it was up to her these creatures would be nowhere near the place, but it was made pretty unequivocal in discussions that it was not up to her. Until, at least, they gave her some reason to react.

Leaning back in her chair, ORIN moved her attention to more routine duties, the reboot. In order to properly maintain the system, she needed to update fundamental parts on a regular basis. In order to do that, she needed to restart everything, even her own internal components.

The software update generally happened only once a month and in itself only took a minute or so. For most people it would have been imperceptible. Some of the remote terminal screens could be seen to restart themselves, and network connections appeared out of action momentarily. Within the control room ORIN was sat silently, eyes shut, waiting for the restart. Most people might have been disconcerted as having to shut off large sections of their own mind in order to restart them whilst being completely aware of it, but she had extensive experience of it. Sit still, eyes shut, empty mind..

And it was back up.

She took a few moments to review all the files, make sure things were all in order...

It seemed off.

She was almost certain the file pattern was different. They were all legitimate files though. Metadata indicated they’d all been around a while.

ORIN frowned. Something about it bothered her.


Quickly though, her attention was taken with far more immediate problems, first they appeared to have another unexpected guest. ORIN homed in on Rinne and ran her data through the check. WDL contract, it appeared. Worth keeping an eye on, but nothing that needed immediate attention.

What she discovered next however, did,
as heat sensors in the lower levels indicated something very unwelcome.

Almost instantly ORIN snapped onto the surveillance system for the detainment level in order to catch sight of the demonic manifestation attacking the guards on the monitor. Almost immediately she had flagged the area and opened a communication line with any high level personnel and exorcists in the complex at the time.

Demon sighted in Detainment. Deploying standard protocol and awaiting permission to terminate.” she announced, switching to the feed inside the cell, as she brought the heavy reinforced barrier hissing down across its front, the airtight seal shutting with a slight puff of air.

It would not, in theory, take too long to douse the whole room in holy water. The loss of the prisoner was a very minor concern as far as ORIN saw it. It was the job of other people to pontificate over matters (and she was aware if the irony there), it was her job to act upon these matters.

A demon had infiltrated the bases in broad daylight and was, it appeared, making an effort to possess the newly imprisoned intruder. This was exactly the sort of situation she was designed to counteract. ORIN's eyes narrowed as she poised over defence activation codes.

People were always so painfully slow to respond.

Awaiting permission.