[img]https://i.imgur.com/fl5E36F.png[/img] [@AtomicNut] [hr] Bak was running. As she'd proved in her last match she could actually build up a good amount of speed in a straight line. Like a t-rex her footfalls echoed down the hallway, telling everyone around that they had better get out out of the way if they didn't want to get run over. What was pulling her forward was less an emotion and more an ingrained [i]need[/i]. Somewhere in the distance she could hear the pallid bleating of one her flock, alone and lost in the depths of the freezing snow. She was halfway to the Mephisto's locker room when she remembered something important. She tried to skid to a stop, but her forward momentum was to much and she flailed wildly for balance as she began to tip forward while her toes skidded along the floor. Luckily for her she was close to one of the stadiums many soda machines, and with a push she managed to redirect herself into its side to catch herself. The side of it crumpled inward as she slammed into it, its plastic facade shattering into a flurry of little plastic flakes, and the air was filled with a fizzing sound as the dispenser began leaking the contents of crushed cans. She stayed there for a moment, nearly embedded into the machine. He hadn't been in the locker room. No, no, he had, but that had been the ghost him. She wasn't looking for the ghost him, she was looking for the body him. She knew his body was here, he'd left with the rest of them that morning, but then he'd...he'd gone somewhere else and the ghost had come back. Bak's heart sank as she realized she had no earthly idea where he was. [b]"Attention. Attention."[/b] A stern, authoritative voice suddenly came over the intercom. [b]"In light of recent events the tournament has been postponed. I repeat, the tournament has been postponed pending investigation of today's events."[/b] Bak pulled herself free of the soda machined embrace, the side of her uniform now soaked through with sickly sweet sugar water, and turned to Celestine. "Alto." She said shakily. "He will try for Alto. Even if...," She hesitated. She didn't want to say it. She hated acknowledging it. "Even if he were dying this is his one chance. He will try." It was bad enough to hear that bleating. It was another level of terror entirely to know it might be directed at a wolf instead of you. "Where is Alto!?!" [hr] [center][h1]Naseraph Sana[/h1][/center] [@KillamriX88] [hr] [b]"We ask everyone to remain calm and in their seats until we can confirm there is no demonic presence in the surrounding area. I repeat, remain calm."[/b] The restroom mirror in front of him shattered. Slowly, shaking from rage, Nasearph pulled his palm away from it and allowed the shards to slip through his fingers and tinkle into the sink. He had been watching in the locker room when the Mephisto's had started going too far and, deciding that the match was pretty much sure to be canceled at that point, had taken a much needed bathroom break. It had turned out to be a stroke of good fortune, as the bathroom was much more private. All the good feelings that had been with him since he smashed that cocky bitch Ria's ankle had evaporated the instant he'd heard that announcement. They were postponing the tournament? Over what? A few demons? A little bloodshed? He wished these people had been around when their ancestors had been battling demon lords and monsters, they wouldn't have lasted two seconds if they were this squeamish. Those ignorant, pathetic Mephisto's, if they wanted to murder the girl could they have at least tried yesterday? He grabbed his head in two shaking hands, raking his fingers through the meager feathers of his head, and almost lost it. He closed his eyes. He counted to ten. He breathed. He did everything he had been taught to do, and just like always it accomplished nothing. His eyes opened into slit and he stared hatred at the broken reflection that faced back at him from the sink, picturing the Mephisto's team in his head. The ghost, the flesh creature, the ninja, all vivid in his mind from the days events. If he had known of what they had been planning today he would have crushed them all back then even if he had to reduce that entire building to rubble. "I can not wait on your games, [i]I do not have that kind of time[/i]." The Mephisto's locker room was nearby. Sure, the ones on the field were getting away but maybe a trip over there would give him an opportunity to relive some of this stress. Yes, the sight of a couple of broken bodies lying at his feet would give him at least some satisfaction and perhaps if he eliminated enough of them this sort of delay thing would not happen in the future. Whatever his plans were, though, they were cut short as he stepped out of the bathroom and saw Wolf walking toward him. Nasearph stopped short in the restroom doorway, suddenly feeling very exposed, trying as casually as possible to pull his hands out of his hair as though he's just been brushing it back. A few feathers he's pulled out without realizing fell from his scalp as he did so, but luckily Wolf didn't seem to notice him. Wolf didn't seem to notice anything. He marched past without giving Nasearph a second thought. There was something about his eyes. Something calming, familiar. A familiarity that compelled the bird man to follow. "You have the look of a man resolved to war." He said, filing in behind Wolf. "Would you mind company?" [hr] [color=ed1c24][center][h1]???[/h1][/center][/color] [@Crazy Scion][@6slyboy6] [hr] The demoness had reacted quickly to the portal appearing in thin air. She had expected Clara, or the ninja, or perhaps that boy her host so disliked that was also under Clara's thumb, and so had reeled back her arm in preparation to attack. She had precious little energy, she couldn't run anymore, but she would damn well carve her epitaph into whoever came for her. What she hadn't expected was this boy. She cocked her head in confusion as a new boy all of a sudden strutted onto the stage in the middle of this absurd drama. At first she still thought that this might be some trap of Clara's, but that didn't make any sense. If Clara wanted here she could just take her, there wasn't much to do about it now. Besides which, the old man had run. She had no options left other than to rely upon, and she felt a shutter run through her at even thinking this, [i]the kindness of strangers[/i]. No doubt her host would reprimand her for this later but the demoness had already flattered and groveled to survive once, what was one more time? She let a look of relief flash over her face as she advanced on David, letting out a tired [color=ed1c24]"Oh thank goodness."[/color] before suddenly going limp and tipping forward. She threw her arms around his shoulders to catch herself, burying her head in his neck. [color=ed1c24]"I'm sorry. I don't know what's happening to me."[/color] She whispered. [color=ed1c24]"It took everything I had just to get away from them. I just...I need to get my strength back. I can take care of them, if I could only have a little time to rest. Just a little energy..."[/color] She felt like she was forgetting something, but what? What else had mother said about convincing human males to do anything for you? Ah, right. She pulled herself up a little, pressing Katherines chest up against his. [color=ed1c24]"Please, I don't know how far behind they are. I just need a place to catch my breath."[/color]