[u]Maxamillion "Hulk" Lovecannon[/u]

Maxamillion had ignored most of his surroundings, mindlessly walking to find some secluded place. He had planned on maybe just sitting back for a wile, continuing his watch of the sky, but...It looked like fate disagreed with his notion. An annoying and somewhat sickly sweet tone rang out near to his left, it was followed up by a metallic rattling, somebody had wrapped itself into the gates and was trying to take it way with them. 

Looking to the gates Max was faced with an odd masked figure. The plump and pale "face" that searched the area honestly irked him a bit. He debated on just walking away, they didn't seem to notice him and he was around a corner, meaning the others in the dorm wouldn't be able to notice him jut bail...[i]shit[/i]

Fixing his glove straps, just in case, he walked back to be directly in front of the gate, still keeping a safe distance away from the man. "...Yo." He greeted dryly. He knew this feeling they were giving off. Probably not anyone friendly here. "What do you want?.." He asked this as he gave a sideways glance to the dorm, something was coming out of the window...[i]oh, right..[/i]

Nonchalantly taking a step to the left, Max allowed for a clear shot. He wasn't sure exactly what was going to go down but backup was always...convenient. Though he hoped he wouldn't need it. Getting his ass beat by some dude wearing the face of a Japanese old woman didn't really sit well with him. 

Max searched the person over, his unnatural eyes scanned the mask, the body, the arms, the...claws. "This isn't going to go over smoothly is it?" He asked with a hefty sigh. He seemed more annoyed than scared or worried. His apathy shifted only slightly. [i]We should have made a plan...[/i] 

He stuck his hand back in his pocket, and using his now hidden fingers he slid the necklace slowly off his arm and into his hand. He wondered how well he could bind this...'man'. They were obviously a few levels higher than other demons he had faced...

[u]Sel'ar M. Eindz[/u]

Sel'ar just sulked a bit when she was told to speak up. She wasn't so good at that...

She honestly didn't get people to push her around, asking people was always past her mind, it felt like she was causing them an inconvenience, and she hated doing that. 

"Uh...okay..." She managed meekly, a tad startled as a bit more ordered than asked to start healing. Raising her slightly shaky hands she squinted a minute amount. Half a second of nothing, then her hands stopped wavering, then a small orb of pink. It was just the size of a marble, and gave a soft glow. It grew slightly, swelling to touch her palms. She connected eyes for once with Angel, as if to say it was about to start. She moved her arms elegantly, coming to hover over the shoulder in a smooth motion. The orb trailed along, coming to encompass the wound. 

A soft and warm feeling, that was how she had been told it felt. A little tingly maybe, but all in all, relieving. Keeping the orb over the wound it slowly seemed to fade away, the bruise shrinking in the glow until it the pink headed demon could not longer see it. A soft and high pitched hum came to her as she went about her work. Fur Elise echoed a bit quietly as she moved her hands somewhat to make sure she had covered the damaged.

Slowly, the orb shrunk, coming back to a marble. "B-better?" She asked sheepishly, her eyes switching between the boys shoulder and his eyes. She kept the magoc flowing, ready to try and tend to whatever other damage her partner had taken.