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[i]It[/i] was halfway through scaling up a building in plain sight(cloak op), when It was... teleported to a subway train. Now, this wasn't the first time it had been abruptly teleported, and was the only time It'd seen it done to [i]multiple[/i] people at once, seeing as though there were at least another eight people who seemed just as surprised and pissed off from the sudden teleportation, but that certainly didn't stop It from observing this "Death" from speaking. This one seemed different from this iteration of Death... more powerful, perhaps? 

Regardless, It watched Death once again walk off, explaining something about being in Hell. So much for lightning never striking twice... slowly but surely, it came out of its cloak, not really worried that the group would be a threat, since they mostly looked like kids, and general thugs. Nothing It hasn't dealt with before. They spoke amongst each other, though it didn't care. 

[color=black]"..."[/color] It made a slight sound to announce it's presence, before making its way towards them out of the train, crushing the phone It was given as it went.
[color=black]"Name, designation, and purpose?"[/color] It asked... basically everyone. The blades on its wrist coming out, deliberately slowed, as to try to at least scare some of them into information. It [i]could[/i] use the truth serum, but that would require cutting someone, and that required effort.