This voice... a voice that belonged to Victorian-era women of high social classification... it irks Sarina. There is clearly so, so much attempt to be the goddess of beauty like Venus, but instead, Rebecca sounds like a low-class whore with horribly attempted autotune. Then there was a girl, whose looks-- eyes, choice of clothing, hair-- all indicated introversion and cynicism, which she thought was another asshole incoming. What she did to Becky entertained Sariel greatly, as she has started to hold a great loathing to this insolent, puffed-up bloodsucking girl. For the moments of chaotic ruckus that passed by, Sariel simply watched smugly, entertained by the suffering of Rebecca, before making more words at the end of the fight. 


Sariel looked daggers at Rebecca menacingly.


[color=fff79a]"Yeah, say whatever you want to try and make me achieve your smut fantasy with this girl or even convince me that hanging out with the special genocidal maid is your own fantasy, because i don't care, you [i][b]SLAG[/b][/i]! You know what, you're getting your ass hauled soon to my very own special place in detention for snitches: SAMANTHA'S LIVING QUARTERS! Right after class! Thanks for delaying my work, bozo!"[/color] Sarina scowled to this special little asshat, then turned her eye to Evelyn to say something just before she walks away. Anger flushed out of her face, shifting to a rather dull, but pleased expression.[color=fff79a]"And, hmm, as for Eve, you'll get a thanks from me for teaching her a lesson. Thanks to technical stuff, however, i'm required to give you a regular detention for a bit of bad behavior. Don't worry, it's not where Rebecca will be."[/color]


Sarina sighed, thanking the gods that this ruckus has finally ended. [i][color=fff79a]Whew, all those minutes that should've been spent on class, all to save one innocent girl from a vampire's hoe-tricks.[/color][/i] She was now only with Angel, and was now waiting for her to go before proceeding to class.