Corwin saw the man slowly falter into his mind, the silence that followed after bringing their conversation to a sure end. Jessie was obviously having trouble straightening out recent events and was still recovering from the Soul Straining. Besides, Corwin wasn't the type to prod into people's business willingly, returning the small container to the table. The gun lay within the open case, the blonde man making no action to reseal the box.

"Even though this gun has demonic influence, it belongs to you. Do whatever you want with it, though if you still want revenge... I can offer you a chance."

It was unspoken as to what Corwin had to do if this person were to choose to embrace the gun's nature, but he was hopeful that such things wouldn't cross over. For both of their sakes. Standing up and angling himself to the door, Corwin took a small step before tilting his head over slightly,

"I'll wake you up soon." he warned in a low tone, "We can't stay in one place for too long... ironic, even in death we're rarely able to rest."

Twisting the knob he paused once again, "Oh, and my name is Corwin." muttering the name as he left the room, closing the door behind him softly. 

Once outside, Corwin sighed, checking his pocket watch one more time before setting down the hallway. If he was going to be late, at least he had an excuse, not that it mattered to his strict squad leader anyways. Half way down the hall, Corwin was again unconsciously scratching his chin.

[I]Really though... if only I had facial hair that cool.[/I]

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A figure stood beside the skinny girl that lay upon the ground, the flaring bright streams of light surrounding them, floating aimlessly before rising high into the sky. To an untrained eye, this school would simply appear empty and void, and even to the lucky few that are blessed with such sense of magic, would see a scene similar to the Northern Lights of the North Pole high above. But to the stranger and the few that know the truth, these currents of energy were Souls released from the dead, awaiting their turn in the cycle. 
Another death like always, but this one, instead of flowing off into the cycle like the souls around, was planned to remain. The hooded figure, whose features were obscured by the shadows, watched the girl motionlessly, suddenly raising a hand over the body. The being muttered something in an strange, distorted tongue as it knelt down, pressing two fingers on the girl's forehead.

A moment passed, and when nothing seemed to happen, a surge of bright vermillion colored energy flowed like wild smoke from the body. The stream of energy burst upwards but shot back down as though brought back by a powerful gust, returning to engulf the body it had come from. It was like a radiant fire, but it shortly vanished, leaving the two alone once again. The girl was strangely unscarred by the flames, the figure remaining unmoving.

[I]She would soon awaken.[/I]