Grim seemed to have been standing with Azurael and T'vor the whole time.
"My goodness, I am popular today... My name mention at [i]least[/i] three times? Tsk! Something bad must have happened, ehehehehe..."
T'vor started at the Angel's voice and stepped away from him with a snarl.
"I'll go with them." He told Azurael, happy for an excuse to get away from that insane Angel of death. He curtly gestured to Je'nai and Asmod.
"This way." He strode away, clearly expecting them to follow.
Grim waved 'bye' to Asmod.
"Hoohoo, don't [i]you[/i] look a little... ashy. Heeheehee!" He turned to Azurael and Damien with a broad, pointy-toothed grin.
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Meanwhile, Sephiroth had been just informed of the new arrival, and was on his way to meet with this... Asmod... at Ariadel's tent. His face was set with a small frown.