Oscar laughed, thinking it very likely that Azai would willingly come here. There was something melancholy about the man and with his powers, the psionic could tell why. It must have been hard to grow into such a deadly power, something that Oscar knew all too well. "Yea, I think I could actually. It's a lonely thing really. Other than wiping the memory of any who could identify me, I hardly had human interaction. I was slipping into a very dark side of myself, then. Which is why I willingly came, now I've started to question such a decision." He remembered his first victim of a telepathic attack, drooling on himself in a comatose state... With a shudder, he pushed that memory down back to the black hole he always kept it in. When he'd asked about Miss Dawson, Azai's disbelief told him more than anything how strange their benefactor truly was. Did anyone ever meet her? Was she protected all the time?
Oscar had frequently sent his mind out and knew of her location, deep underneath the grounds. But that was only because his mental probing was turned away, like an impenetrable barrier, to physical or supernatural force. "You would think, right? But I can't seem to get to her, no matter how hard I push against whatever it is that protects her!" His white knuckles showed just how frustrated that made the young man. "If she was that powerful, I'd at least be able to sense that... no, it's completely different. With that kind of technology, whose to say what she truly is."
The idea that he'd have to fight the kids around him didn't particularly bother Oscar. The ones that actually liked this place were the most delusional of them all and he would just use their powers against their own allies. He had no doubts about his abilities to control the actions of others. "You'd be surprised at how easy it is to make someone turn against their own... whether that be by direct mental command or a delusion I create from within. They wouldn't get near me without begging for mercy... And a bit of both, really. But more of curiosity. I want to know what that woman has in mind for the likes of those such as we. What about you?"
Kenny's laugh was warm and not at all insincere. Zaniel's jealousy was palpable, like the smoke of a fire. He knew the guy to be hard to get along with, but he realized that he was particularly hostile and bitter towards Kenny. That gave him even more security in his belief that Persephone might have taken a liking to him. Let the hater's hate. He shrugged noncommittally, as if the job was not worth worrying over as much as Zaniel might hope it to be. "It's easy enough and once I get the beasts started, they're quick to the task. I've got time for a few... fruits and such."
He grabbed a shovel, impaling it in the ground and leaning upon its butt, hands crossed over the end and his chest rested upon them. Kenny looked at Zaniel that seemed a mixture of understanding, amusement, and pity. You should just stop your bellyaching. If you don't have the cajones to act on your desires, others might. Which is what happened here, amigo. Sighing, a little, Kenny realized that there was no hope in being civil with the guy and resigned himself to the start of an annoying grudge.
"Well, I'm not trying to stop you from doing your job. Maybe you should show a little more focus, eh?" He chuckled a little before pulling the shovel out of the ground and spinning it around his body with skillful and deft spins of hand, arm, and wrist. He arched an eyebrow at Zaniel's question and comment. "So who's the real dumbass, I wonder. And not just one bull, a small herd. But I don't mind delaying their arrival to the Butcher. Give 'em a little more time to enjoy the sun and grass and such a fine day." He took a breath and looked around, noting that Persephone was still far away collecting fruit for him, before saying what was on his mind. "If you're pissed because I was flirting with Persephone, just say it. You've got no right to be angry because she just so happens to show interest in little old me. If you haven't expressed your feelings to her, you've got no claim over her. She's a big girl and can choose what and who she wants. So either put on your big boy pants or cut the shit."
Kenny was a bit angry now, guessing correctly at Zaniel's real source of hostility. This guy had no right chasing off the people that might show a genuine interest in the charming girl. It was her life, after all. He might not have all those fancy shmancy powers, but that didn't matter. Once Zaniel was nice and tired, trying to kill or seriously maim him, Kenny would be the last one standing.