[center]The masked stranger shuffled under the interrogation combo of the red head and the halfa, though whether it was from discomfort or another of it's shrugging attempts, it was unsure. "Woah theres, children," it said, raising its two arms defensively, "Sorry for bein a stranger! I introduced myself though, my name's Nuisance. Your teachers are kinda busy doin' you know... teacher stuff, takin care of students, and as for these 'well-known officials'"- at least Nuisance could manage decent air quotes with it's claws- "they're busy with the rest of the city. You know, the one overrun. With demons."

The mask suddenly moved far back, and paired with the laughter could be assumed to be Nuisance's way of communicating humor. As the mask slowly fell forward once more, a taloned arm rose to wipe at a nonexistent tear from the mask's eyes, followed with a more solemn, "And really, really, I'm sorry about the gate thing. I'm just"- the claw opened and closed- "not quite used to the human world just yet. Same thing about my aura, it's hard to control under this mask..." Nuisance seemed to shrink a few sizes after the white haired half-demon bared her fangs(figuratively), but while doing so raising his aura up a notch.

A short, pained scream screeched through the air.

Nuisance reverted to it's original size, as did it's power, tilting it's mask slightly to the side as though attempting to be cute. "Don't try and play games with me little princess," cooed the demon as it pressed the Noh mask close to the gate, bending to match eye level with the halfa, "I'm rather competiti-"

The phrase- which would've been totally cool and evil sounding had it been finished- was interrupted by another appearance. A boy of average height, build, everything. Except, you know, for the fact that he was practically part fish. Shark, to be exact. "Excuse you, babies are appreciated everywhere," interjected Nuisance with an almost childish whine, "I would never harm one!" It's dark cloak like body shuffled about, and a small titter of noise could be heard behind the mask, before Nuisance continued-

"Aw man forget it. I know the old man was here though- watch your back, brats. And your front, too"- the head nod was an unmistakable wink to the four that had gathered- "I'll be back~!"

And it seemed, as the sun finished setting and the sky was covered with darkness spare the moon and a splatter of stars, Nuisance melted into the ground, the clatter of his mask hitting the ground echoing in the silence.

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Ixion Farbright[/center]

He had playfully saluted as Hunter started off, replacing the blonde's spot and taking careful aim of the masked individual. He was feeling especially good that day, Ixion noted, as looseness and calm seemed to fill his body, his eyes sharp and focused. Man, was it the two pizzas? Because he really could have used three, but maybe two was like the perfect balance. Speaking of pizza- oh geez. Seriously? This was probably the second most serious thing to happen to him in the history ever and he was getting distracted by tomato covered carbs? There was a limit to calmness, scolded the blue haired boy to himself, before something flickered and caught his attention.

Mask man had shrunk, and as Ixion thought it was planning on disappearing, his thoughts instead were replaced by the flickering of his vision. Last time he'd felt like this- His skin burned and daggers stabbed at his lungs, his sight of the world incomplete, as though someone was poking holes into images in his head. Last time he'd felt like this was back home, trying to get Lady Whiplash. He didn't even know he'd been screaming until he got his eyesight back, and his arms didn't feel like they were on fire, and his mouth was open and shouting.

Immediately Ixion brought his mouth down and bit on his tongue, stopping his shout, his eyes fervently searching the gate. Shit, what if he'd done that while the demon attacked? Then again, he reasoned inwardly, if the demon did attack, what with an energy like that... "Man," said the blue haired boy to himself, his voice slightly quivering, "Man oh man, we are so fucking screwed."

He spoke to soon, it seemed however, as in a heartbeat later, the demon disappeared. And, his body now controlling him entirely, Ixion ran out the door- politely excusing himself past the brazen touchy feely blind chick, of course- gasping a confused, "Uhm, what.. just...? Good job?"

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[center]Gabriel "Angel" Avlon[/center]

Should be fine? 

"Well, I'll take your word for it," shrugged the blonde as he started for the gate, only to be interrupted by a loud scream. It was shocking, to say the least, Angel shouting several expletives before landing back awkwardly on his partner's lap. "Holy fuck, jesus shit what the fuck," gasped the devout Christian as he took a moment to just pause and question what the fuck just happened.

The screaming died down as quickly and as abruptly as it had appeared, but Angel's heart was still beating quickly, cold sweat at the nape of his neck. Okay, so, that wasn't expected, he admitted, and while he was always proud of not being easily scared, he reasoned that he hadn't been scared and was merely caught off guard. Yeah. That was totally it. He started to get up from Sel'Ar, lowly grunting out a, "Sorry, my bad, didn't mean to," as he untangled himself from her wheelchair, putting his bow in his left hand along with his violin. With a now free hand, Angel dusted himself off along with Sel'Ar, his ears perking up as a confused person partially shouted-partially mumbled something a ways away.

Tilting his head past the side of the building, Angel's blue eyes squinted in trying to focus at the gates. Where did the masked man go? "Dude, I mean, Sel," hissed the blonde, still quite unsure of everything and still very much knee deep in whisper mode, "He's gone? Did he get in? You're a demon, right, can you feel that shit?"