(Damn. Having a hard time keeping up with my own roleplay. XD)
Bunny looked at the paper and key Nix showed her. "Oh. That's the room I'm in. Looks like you're our new roommate then," she said. "I can totally take you there." She smiled at the girl's thank you note. Her face turned pink as if from embarrassment as she scratched the back of her head. "It's nothing. Angels are supposed to help people, right?"
"Follow me. I was going back to our room anyway." She lead Nix to the elevator, but as soon as the doors opened, her smile faded. She froze as a black haired girl with pupil-less eyes walked out. It wasn't until a demon came rushing by. Turning her head, she saw it chasing a boy out of the dorms. "Um . . . What was that?"
In hindsight, she probably should've rushed out there to help. But it'd be a lie to say that she didn't see stranger things happening at this school. It might've been really extreme tag. Plus at her power level, there probably wasn't much she could do.
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"Think of me what you may. Your opinion is not the one that counts," Riff said, putting the last of his things away. He glanced over at Johan when the werewolf explained his situation. "That does sound awful, but is it wise to share with people you've just met?"
Vash rolled onto his bed, having just stuffed his bag into the closet. "Riff's got a point. What if we were the guys looking for you?"
"But if you like music, Mel is pretty good. She plays the violin as well. Along with other things. But it's funny since she's the Devi- OOF!" Riff now had his hand over Vash's mouth, glaring at the boy. "Do not ruin her plans, Vash. Mel won't let it go if you say anything unnecessary." Riff let go of Vash and the white haired demon stayed quiet. Kill joy.
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Tired of just waiting around, Mel had decided to walk around the campus grounds to see if there was anything worth her attention. She wouldn't have to see Riff and Vash for a while, so that gave her some time to do what she wanted. So far, so good. No one seemed to recognize her or have any clue as to who she was. Though few probably would unless she personally dealt with them or they were looking for her. Still, she was itching for some blood, especially after seeing that angel. She hated those glorified pigeons, wanting to rip the wings off of that one right as she saw her. But she needed to be patient if her plans were to go as she wanted.