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Runch remained silent as Motley and Erina debated the merits of the vampire striking out on his own. The whole thing was somewhat embarrassing, so he awkwardly scratched the back of his head with squinted eyes and an uncomfortable smile. He was used to being talked over back on his own ship, so full of big personalities. The main difference there was legitimate loyalty. He knew he could always count on them to dial it back when he needed to step up and give the orders. In this situation, those were more suggestions than anything else.

[color=turquoise]"Omnomnom, well you'll do what you want, at the end of the day. Whatever makes you most comfortable, omnomnom!"[/color] Having absolutely no desire to relive that conversation again, Runch focused entirely on following the path that Oren's drone had set out for them to follow. The constant water blockages were certainly annoying, but he thought of all the detours as more of a fun game of exploration than an obstacle inhibiting his path. That said, it wasn't long at all before his two companions began to behave strangely...

Motley laid down the law that he wasn't leaving, while Erina began spouting out some poorly articulated babbling that a child could see through. The captain wasn't a genius, but he was somewhat intelligent and decent enough at reading signs. There was something both of these two noticed that he hadn't. Both of his companions could see supernatural events that remained invisible to his own eyes. That meant that-[b]KABOOM![/b] Something nearby suddenly exploded without warning! The shrapnel missed, but Runch couldn't help inhaling a bit of the dust that had been kicked up. [color=turquoise]"Ack! Cough cough! What in blazin' blueberries was that?!"[/color] he cried out, but it was an unnecessary query. Two individuals dressed in the clothing of the College made themselves known. With a single announcement, his heart sank. Threat? Sentenced to death?! Well ok yes he was a criminal by strict definition, but only in his own world! 

Keeping a jolly face, Runch chose to roll off the severity of the situation with humor by asking the first question that came to his mind. [color=turquoise]"Does this mean that I'm disqualified then?"[/color] Motley Crue decided to take point in this fight, and Runch couldn't disagree with that tactic. While Runch was the only one that could not see the threat, Motley was the far superior fighter over Erina. The best thing he could do right now was go on the defensive and bide some time.

[color=turquoise]"Bori bori dome!"[/color] cried the pirate, spinning around in a twirl, both hands outstretched. Streams of cereal poured out around himself and the exorcist to form a protective dome around them. It didn't leave a ton of elbow room, but then again it didn't need to. It just needed to resist attack, and as it was an inch thick and hard as iron, it should definitely be capable of that much. Wasting no more time, K. Runch plucked the journal from his shirt pocket and opened up two new pages. He needed to see what these college stooges were capable of...