Rachel managed to make her way towards the meeting hall of the castle, still looking rather pissed off as she had her arms crossed and her gaze was gearing towards the ground, not caring whom she passed on the way to get there or who was already in side the meeting hall,
Once there the angered hybrid went to the furthest corner she could find and roughly fell back against the wall in her grumpy mood, not wanting to be bothered by anyone right now as anyone who decided to bother her now would get a punch to the face. Summoning her trusted scythe to her hand as she held her hand out, Rachel's purple eyes gazed over her ShadowStorm as it's own topaz gem eyes gazed back to her form it's carved demonic, dragon looking head. It was true that her scythe hadn't tasted the blood of combat for a while,