May had stayed quiet, and stood as she heard "Right, follow me,
everyone." She ran a hand through her hair, and she ran her pointer
finger over the shell of her ear, and down to her earrings. She
looked at the others, and waved to Zorra
"Less calm, a lot weaker, had people living in her head. She was
friends...with Rebel. Uhm...hated loud noises. Had claws like
yours. Feisty and a drinker." Ricky explained.
(By the way, updated my characters. Ricky's reaction to other
Rebel and Death is going to be priceless )
Demon nods. "Good. I know some of you are negotiators, but you
still need to learn to defend yourselves. And we're going to learn
here."
"Sounds actually a bit like me. Well, minus the voices. I got rid
of those a while ago. Oh, and the less calm part. I've learned
that." Zorra says. "And we have a Rebel here."
Demon stops, noticing a guy sitting against the aall, playing with
a knife. "Death." He says simply, and the guy looks up, showing
unnerving acid green eyes.
"Demon. And newbies. I'm here to help you train them." Death says.
Rebel tilts her head slightly, not knowing for once now to respond.
He was hurt. And by her. Rebel has never hurt anyone emotionally,
and it made her sad. "I-... Oh..."
Demon turns to the newbies. "Right. I'm picking two of you to fight
each other. Anyone want to go first?"