[center]Suddenly the masked figure got the attention he wanted. A [i]lot[/i] of attention it seemed, as one figure approached at the same time they felt a weapon pointed in their direction. "..Yo," said the red-head, followed with a interrogative, "What do you want?" Before the nuisance could even reply, however, the red head mumbled to themselves in annoyance before glancing down and back up, a look of intense desire filling their eyes. Desire for blood, that is. In the figurative sense, of course, given that demons don't have blood- well, this one didn't. The inward joke pulled a chuckle from the masked individual, pausing just as another, smaller addition arrived. "Hello," she greeted, to which the demon cheerfully waved via claw not on the gate. She continued to politely ask them to stop their shenanigans involving the gate rattling to which the demon replied with a stop, raising it's clawed arm and apologizing, "Oh, my bad, my bad! I just wanted to call you guys out, you know! Of course I wouldn't want to get hurt, no way, no way!" A laugh escaped the mask, before stopping and with a hand ushering the small girl. "But yes," he directed with a wave of a claw, "Do feel free to ask questions." She listed three out in a list and at first there was a pause. The clack of nail against solid clay seemed to echo much louder than it should have, the demon pondering on the responses before finally- "Alright, so sorry if I get this order wrong princess. But-" the Noh mask coughed as though clearing it's throat- "I'm not here to eat you, don't worry. I was sent from HQ, you know. Apparently a few students stayed back to fight- which is very admirable by the way!- and they sent me to get you guys safe. Which-" it's dark figure shuffled, at an attempt of a human shrug- "onto the second subject, no. I'm afraid I'm not quite strong enough to call forth an army, even with demons as weak as earlier." It seemed to interrupt itself, interjecting with an additional, "And by the way! That is rather rude to think I wanted to eat you all! See, I'm very much a hardcore vegetarian and I wouldn't hope you force such demonic stereotypes upon me. Okay?" The mask tilted to the side, which was cute in it's own weird way, soothing pheromones almost seeping out of the black robes. "Ah," noted the demon, "As for the last question. I'm afraid [i]we[/i]'re strangers, little halfa. My name is Nuisance. Nice to meet you!" --- Ixion Farbright[/center] "Mm okay," tried to assure the blue haired idiot, too late as Ase had already left. His body still felt very cold, but admittedly much better. Anyone could say what they wanted, but the Biting Belladonna was very good at her job. So good in fact, that Ixion was already starting to push himself off the bed. There really did seem to be a demon, and [s]loverboy[/s]Hunter over there even already had his weapon out. He needed Lady, he decided as he struggled to stand, his head throbbing. He took deep breaths again, his hold around the stone Ase'd given him tightening. His clouded head starting to brighten, Ixion made his way back to the table he'd rested Lady Whiplash on, struggling to strap it on his arm. Everything was so disoriented, he noted at each sound clip, "What the hell's wrong?" At first, equipping Lady seemed unfamiliar, too, but upon finishing the straps, found that everything was suddenly back to normal. The teen's head was on straight, his breathing became a bit more even, and it was comfortable to be in his own skin. It'd been the first time in his eighteen years of life he'd encountered such a strong demonic energy, he noted, making his way back to the group, the sound of Lady Whiplash opening slicing through the air. There were only a handful of demon teachers in the Main Academy, and they seemed to hide their pressure well enough. Or was it something else? Shaking his head of cluttering thoughts, the blue haired teen made his way towards the blonde sniper, making sure his footsteps were loud so as not to surprise the guy. Tapping Hunter's shoulder, Ixion suggested, "Hey, I got this. Why don't you head up? Besides. Ase's [i]my[/i] partner. Might as well be responsible for her." He only shared a few classes with the Archer given their difference in class rank, but from what Ixion remembered observing, the guy was much better when on a bit of a raised platform. --- [center]Gabriel "Angel" Avlon[/center] Blue eyes flickered from the disabled demon to the healing wound, a wave of warmth rushing into his shoulder. It was as though Angel was soaking in a warm bath after a hard day of training, with no worry for having to finish soon. Sel'Ar stopped and pulled away, glancing from his fading bruise to his eyes, asking a timid, "B-better?" Stretching out his arm, Angel was pleased to see it really was better, no hint of pain felt in any small exercise. "Yeah," he said with a grin, "Much better! Man, Sel'Ar," he jeered, lightly punching her on the side of her arm, "You look pretty cool when you're healing people!" He seemed to stop, however, as a commotion arose in the vicinity. With the speed of an energetic twelve-year-old, the blonde boy took to heading around his wheelchair bound partner, tucking it backwards into the shadows where, hopefully, the two wouldn't be seen. After all, Angel had just healed and wasn't sure if his bowing capabilities were up to par and Sel'Ar... well, Sel'Ar was Sel'Ar. Reaching a curious head around the corner, Angel whispered, "There's a guy at the gate," his ski slope nose furrowing as his eyes squinted into focus. "I think? There're other people, too. Yeah, no, there [i]is[/i] a guy at the gate-" his line of vision had cleared with a bit of shuffling amongst the gathering's end- "He's just... standing there, though." Pausing, Angel pulled himself away and took a seat beside Sel'Ar's parked vehicle, at the same time shuffling inside his pocket and pulling out three slips of unused magic circles. He still didn't know how his healed arm worked, and he was too tired from having kept out the earlier demon that carried his partner around prior to finding the wheelchair. At the thought of another threat, it seemed as the whole day's weariness finally fell over Angel's being. He didn't even want to fight anymore. He just wanted a nap. "God," he groaned, pulling his knees closer to his chest and burying his head between them. The blonde sat like that for a while, breathing slowly and evenly, though minor spasms here and there showed that he was, no doubt, crying silently. He was, even beyond the skills and bravado, only twelve. Angel wiped his head side to side on his sleeves first before raising his head, the usually pale corners of his eyes and nose tinted with pink. His face was back into their usual annoyed glare, his arms reaching back to his case and pulling out Maria. Still seated, he looked up to Sel'Ar and asked, "Are you sure everything works straight up properly? I can't have my arm fucking suddenly spazzing on me and shit mid-bow."