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	Aram stood from Michael's side, watching the person([i]beast[/i], rather) who had just moments before attacked them without hesitation(or at least, had recklessly thrown an attack in their direction). Aram had never exactly liked Gilliam. Something about the boy weirded him out. Whether it was the odd looks he gave people, or his genteel way of approaching things when not trying to throw you around with giant tentacles, he [i]definitely[/i] weirded out the Alchemist. 
		
	He shuddered as he turned his gaze from the shapeshifter. He was greeted with a handful of bills in front of his face, said bills being offered by the elder Ascot brother. Aram eyed him as he took the money slowly, a slight degree contempt in his gaze as he heard the threat that came from Alexander. [color=fff79a][i]I wouldn't be making threats like that if I was the one going to highschool students for help...[/i][/color] he thought. [color=fff200]"Okay"[/color]
	
	He stored the bills in his satchel as the officer turned to leave. He himself would then turn. [color=fff200]"Uhh...What next?"[/color]

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		[i]BOOF[/i]
	There was a muffled impact as Samoth hit the multiple layers of garbage within a industrial dumpster that had conveniently been left right under the window he had thrown himself through. For a moment he just sat there, dazed on his whereabouts. Then he smelt the decaying trash he was currently lying in. He lifted the cover that had fell over the top of the disposal container to be greeted by Alexander Ascot.

	He ignored the offered hand, instead opting to pull himself out of the disposal bin. He would brush any debris from his coat, once again standing on his own two feet as he listened to Alexander's thoughts and ultimately his proposal. He picked a banana peel from his shoulder, tossing it aside. 'Bad kids' definitely were not a new concept. However, conspiracy theories were. It sounded pretty far-fetched...but even if he had thought were true, it wasn't his choice. He walked past the officer, responding flatly, [color=00a651]"Can't help you. Alto's in charge of matters pertaining to St. Laurel's students.[/color], and continued walking without another word.

	Samoth had confidence that Alto could handle most, if not all of Laurel's problems. At least...unless Clara was actively involved. Which she now was, apparently. This was [i]not[/i] a safe situation. He needed to help. 
	That's when he felt the migraine coming on. He furrowed his brow in discomfort as he made his way towards where they had initially entered the building. He pushed past the doorway, laying eyes upon the scene in the lobby.

    [color=82ca9d]What the fu-[/color]
	[color=00a651]"Where is Alto??"[/color], he said to no-one in particular.