Amy: 私は何かをした！
(I did something!)

Lilith: あなたのために良い、メダルをしたい？
(Good for you, want a medal?)

Erin: まあ、少なくともあなたは今一つの言語に固執しています。
(Well, at least you're sticking to one language now.)

Azazel: それは良いことだ.
(That's good.)

Miu: 他の誰かが一番下に現れているキャプションに気づきますか？
(Anyone else n-notice the captions showing up at t-the bottom?)

Amy: ああちょっと変だな
(Yeah, it's kinda weird.)

Erin: 前に机にしたことが原因だと思ってるのか?
(You think it's because of what you did to the desk last time?)

Amy: 分からないかも？ 私は机がまだ喫煙を停止していないことを知っています。
(I don't know, maybe? I just know that the desk hasn't stopped smoking yet.)

Azazel: よし聞いてくれ-
(Okay, hear me out-)

Lilith: 唯一の良いものは、その文から来ます
(Only good things have ever come from that statement.)

Azazel: もう一度やってみよう
(Why don't we just hit it again?)

Erin: あなたが実際に右、今冗談を言っていますか？
(You're actually kidding right now, right?)

Azazel: 私はちょうどここに提案を投げている。 他に負けることが多いわけじゃない
(I'm just throwing suggestions here. It's not like we have much else to lose.)

Lilith: そうじゃないと思うんだけどもしそれを越えて壊してしまったらどうなるか誰が知ってるんだろう - エイミーはどこだ?
(I don't think we should. I mean, who knows what could happen if we end up breaking it beyond - where's Amy?)

Amy: 私は何が最初に壊れるのだろうか、野球のバットや机！?
(I WONDER WHAT'LL BREAK FIRST, THE BASEBALL BAT OR THE DESK!?)

Erin: くそっ！
(JESUS FUCK!)

Miu: 伏せろ！
(D-duck!)

Lilith: あなたはクソ勇気はありません-
(Don't you fucking dare-)

Etri and Solgren always had the worst timing.

Even before Jade had originally left, they would always somehow show up at the worst possible time. From popping up right before she would take a shower to walking in during said showers.

Now that she thought about it, a lot of those moments were shower-related…

Regardless, of all the times that they could show up, in the middle of an argument with Foraii really wasn't the best.

Jade watched as Solgren ducked under the potted plant she had just thrown, watching it sail right into Etri's head, "Fucking oww!"
"Don't be a bitch." Solgren chided, "'old up real quick, did that actually catch you by surprise?"

"Don't fucking start with me." Etri growled lightly.

"I don't suppose that you two could come in later?" Jade all but hissed, teeth threatening to crack under the strain of her clenched jaw.

"No, we really need to do a debrief." Foraii sighed as he took a seat, having had brought his chair back down to earth during their feud, "Go on and situate yourselves, I wanna get this over with quickly."

Under the fuming heat of Jade's glare, the two found their usual spots in the room, Solgren making sure the door was closed and locked while Etri moved to pull the blinds over the windows closed, "We're all clear."

"So," Foraii muttered, looking the three over with an almost pensive expression, "How did clean up go?"

"All in all? Once those extra boys showed up, it wasn't too much." Solgren murmured, leaning back on the wall, eyeing the chair Jade had claimed. He was pretty tired of standing, but one glare was more than enough for him to back off, "If we're being 'onest 'ere, that 'ope girl was a lot more 'elp that I thought she would be."

"That's good." Foraii muttered, doing his best to ignore Jade's fingers tapping on the desk, instead turning to Etri, "Did you guys find anything during the clean up?"

Etri took a moment to dig through his pockets, approaching the desk from the window as he did so, "Found a few name tags with the Tenebris emblem on them, so you know what that means."

Foraii cursed, watching as Etri pulled out a few other knickknacks, "What do you suggest we do here?"

"Wait, hold up a sec," Jade intervened, eyes narrowing as she stared the three of them down. Etri didn't dare to hold her gaze, Solgren lasting only a few seconds before looking away, leaving her with only one, "What the hell is going on here?"
"Nothing you need to worry about," Foraii muttered, waving her off before standing up, "Anyway, Etri?"

"They're getting closer," Etri went on, making a point to ignore the smoke rising from Jade's shoulders, "We've been having sightings of these guys for a long ass while, started around the time those Denholm assholes left."

"Can we please backtrack a bit?" Jade spat, giving Foraii a look, "Do you not think that I have a right to know what's going on here, Foraii?"

"Not now," Foraii muttered, before turning to Solgren, "And what do you think about this?"

"I think that we should 'ave some form of evacuation planned, at least." Solgren muttered gruffly, "I'm sure I ain't the first person to say this, but regardless, I don't think that we can stay 'ere."

"Seriously? We're all going to just ignore me and move on?"

"But where would we go? The only place I can think of is the Edge, and honestly, that place isn't exactly easy to defend."

"Hello? Earth to the three other assholes in this room?"

"Than we won't go there, Etri. Sol, I want you to start looking around for places that we can hole up in the event that shit goes down. Look into multiple places at once, we can send small groups to different places, regroup after a while or whatnot. I don't know, just make sure we have places."

"On it, boss." Solgren, looking more than happy to know that he was being excused. But, before he could push the door open, Jade shot to her feet, stalking over to throw her hand against the door.

"I don't fucking think so, Sol."

"Come on, Lez," Solgren all but pleaded, nerves flaring ever so slightly as her expression darkened, "Don't do this right now."

"Well, if I don't act, I'm not going to get the answers that I need now, will I?" Solgren jumped a bit at her tone, her spite near tangible at this point.

She then turned to Foraii, the only one of them who didn't back down from her glare, "So, you wanna tell me what's going on, or do you want me to hold everyone hostage?"

The two stared each other down, both unwilling to look away and, in turn, accept some form of defeat. The room fell silent, the very air stilling, stagnant. Etri turned to Jade, mouth open with an excuse most likely, only to have Jade snap before he could speak, "If you so much as push a finger through that wall, Etri, I will make sure it doesn't come back."

"Weird threat but I see your point." Etri wheezed out quickly, making sure not to lean against the wall.

Finally, Foraii broke the tension with a sigh, "If you want an explanation so bad, why don't you go ahead and take your seat back like a good little girl?"

"Do NOT speak to me like that." Jade hissed, finally stalking away from the door, narrowed eyes fixed on the demon seated on the other side of the desk, "I'm not a child."

"Than quit acting like one," Foraii snapped back, looking like he was about ready to go on, only to shake his head, "So, what exactly do you want to know?"

"I wanna know what's going on with all this Tenebris crap," Jade muttered, shooting Etri and Solgren a look as they shuffled towards the far wall, "When did that become a big thing?"

"Well, shortly after you left," Foraii muttered, nearly spitting out that last word, giving her a pointed look, "We found a small group of people right outside of the Alabaster Forest."

"Oh, so a bunch of campers scared ya, is that it?" Jade snickered, kicking her feet up onto the desk, much to Foraii's irritation, "So what, you had them killed because they were too close?"

"I had them killed before they could do damage." Foraii growled, slapping her feet away, "I took care of the problem before it could become one."

"Right, cause that's ALWAYS the best course of action!" Jade snarled right back, slamming her own hands down on the desk, "You know what, you don't need to finish your little story, I think I can piece the rest together quite well! You killed them and put a flag to the whole forest, didn't you?"

Jade cackled with laughter, nearly throwing her head back at Foraii's stern yet averted expression, "Right on the money, aren't I? Damn, and here I thought the strong and mighty warlord, the great Foraii Viribus himself, would be smart enough to at least send a scout or two out to figure out who these people were BEFORE making such a brash decision-"

"I do NOT NEED TO HEAR OF MY FAULTS FROM THE LIKES OF YOU, LEZABEL!"

Jade fought down the urge to flinch, instead choosing to stare Foraii down coolly. He had yet to stand from his chair, his anger more than enough to tower over all three of them. His ragged breathing suffocated the room, walls quivering to Foraii's rage.

As soon as it had begun, the spell over the room was dropped. Foraii sighed, holding his forehead in one head, "...You don't get to lecture me about carelessness and you know it, Lezabel." He growled lowly, "You don't get to act all high and mighty with me when you're just as guilty as I am, if not more so."

Jade did her best to look offended, anything to offset the pit in her stomach, "Exactly what the fu-"

"Maybe now isn't the best time for your bullshit, Lez." Etri whispered harshly, Solgren only giving her a pointed look.

"You got your answers, regardless of who's mouth it came from," Foraii muttered, finally looking up at her. Jade's breath caught ever so slightly, feeling the weight and raw emotion behind his eyes, "Now leave."

Jade stood without really realizing it, her movements rigid and stiff as she walked over to the door. She could hear faint whispering from behind her, the three of them speaking (most likely about her) in their hushed voices, but walked through the doorway regardless.

It took a lot of willpower to slam the door shut behind her, and even more to walk away from the room. Honestly, she hated the voice whispering in her head that she should take the loss and leave. She HATED having to admit that she was wrong, especially when it came to Foraii.

That fucking asshole didn't need someone else feeding his ego.

She kicked the front door open, uncaring to the poor bastard who had apparently been right behind it, now lying ass-up in the shrubbery near the door.

She stomped down the steps, each one louder as if to spite the three demons still inside. It got to the point where, once down the steps, she looked like she was trying to bury her shoes with force.

She ignored how her fist shook, unsure of which emotion fueled it. Was it anger, frustration? Fear? Regardless, she huffed out a growl, walking right out Swinford's limits and into the forest area.

"Fuck all this nonsense," Jade snarled, nearly kicking down the door to her homely little shack. She paid no attention to Hope, who had (for some reason) been using Jade's tiny kitchen area.

Normally, she'd wonder what Hope was going to do with an old oven, half a counter and a leaking sink, but right now she couldn't care less.

She ignored Hope's attempt at small talk, completely missing how she seemed to use her body to block the kitchen area. Instead, she walked over to the couch, grabbing an old pillow before screaming into it.

She could have sworn she heard Hope ask something, only to throw the pillow aside in frustration. Normally, that was enough to quell the furious anger threatening to boil over, but today it wasn't really cutting it.

Thus, further action would be required.

She grabbed an old bag from the floor, looking through the contents real quick before throwing the bag over her shoulder. She threw a hand over her shoulder, her only real attempt to say that she was going before walking right back out the door, kicking it closed on her way out.

With a deep inhale, Jade marched for the outskirts of town. Foraii got to have his huge explosion, so it was high time she got her own as well.

"Aaaaaaaaaaand the info is in!"

While Cynthia's voice hadn't awoken her at first, the fist that came down on the steel table sure did. With a groan, Blythe rubbed her eyes, glaring at her surroundings as she tried to piece together what was going on.

She looked around at the table, noting how Cynthia seemed to be eagerly looking over some papers while Claude sat quietly on the other side of the table.

Before she could ask, the demon shot her a look, just the hint of a smile on his face, "Did you enjoy your nap?"

"Shut it," Blythe growled, pulling a hand through her hair before glaring at the offending hand, "What's with all the racket, Cyn?"

"The reports just came in!" Cynthia giggled, looking over the papers in her hands just as a knock came to the door, "It's always open!"

A timid boy poked his head in, knees shaking as he approached the table, "The final reports a-are in, Ms. Saclut."

"Excellent!" Cynthia grinned, ripping the papers away from the kid before he could put them down, eyes greedily drawing in each and every word, "Is all of this data recorded and updated to the map?"

"Yes, the map is nearing completion."

"Wonderful." Cynthia murmured, the sudden tone shift throwing Blythe off ever so slightly, voice going from peppy to nearly sarcastic, regardless of the enthusiasm in her posture, "Be sure to tell me when all of this has been put in, I'll be holding a meeting with the twins momentarily."

The kid did a quick salute before marching out of the room, head down as to avoid eye contact, "I take it that your friend Tim isn't coming back?"

"Nor is anyone else from that squad!" Cynthia chriped, her sudden volume change nearly forcing Claude right out of his seat, "If these reports are correct, everyone from the last scouting squad has been killed!"

"Well, that's just phenomenal." Claude murmured, "Shall we celebrate the death of children next, perhaps?"
"Have you no filter?" Blythe groaned, shooting daggers with her eyes in Claude's general direction.

"I do apologize, I was merely acting as I've seen customary here," Claude scoffed, somehow looking offended despite the indifference in his eyes, "Perhaps it was too quick to jump directly to babies? Should I begin with the crippled and poor first?"

"Now now, you two, play nice!" Cynthia tutted, placing her hands on her hips as if that would help strengthen her authority, "We're all on the same team here!"

"You see, that's where you're wrong, Cyn." Blythe grunted, shooting up from her chair as she eyed Claude, "Maybe you're short term memory renders you retarded more often than not, but he's not on our side."

"If I do recall correctly, I came to you and your people to offer my help," Claude defended, arrogantly leaning back in his chair, a glint of amusement in his eyes, "If that doesn't prove my allegiance here, than I don't know what will."

"Maybe you not being shady all the damn time would be a great first step," Blythe muttered, shooting Cynthia a murderous look at the hint of a giggle, "Oh? Sorry, I think I missed something. Do tell, Ms. Saclut, what's so funny?"

"Where do you want me to start?" Cynthia's tone was dry, despite the way she convulsed in her laughter, "You two hate each other so much I'm sure that, given time, you'd go to war with each other."

"She'd want war," Claude corrected, his line of a mouth curving up ever so slightly, "I, however, could not care less. Regardless, I have no doubt in my mind that I'd win."

"Don't you DARE go around talking nonsense like that!" Blythe retaliated, much to Cynthia's amusement, if the violent increase of cackling was anything to go by, "Maybe you weren't educated where you're from, but you'd think that when someone's title is 'demon' and 'hunter' put together, that normally means something."

"I don't suppose you'd be able to tell me?" Claude mused, tugging ever so slightly at the tips of his gloves, absentminded, "Do make it quick, though. I don't have enough time for you to throw around big words and try to sound astute."

Blythe could have sworn that, in that very second, smoke was pouring from out of her ears, "Well EXCUSE ME FOR-"

"As fun as this is," Cynthia interrupted, smile failing to reach her eyes before she threw the papers over the table, "We have more pressing matters to discuss."

"Such as?" Claude asked, his voice a soft mumble as he picked at his gloves absentmindedly.

"Well, for starters, the plans for our little operation is nearly complete!" Cynthia all but beamed, clapping her hands together with so much joy that Blythe could only assume she was being a bit sarcastic, "So that'll be fun!"

"Do you know when we'll leave?" Claude asked.

"We leave when the twins allow us to," Cynthia grinned, before snapping her head over to Claude, eyes dull and void, "Unless, of course, you have a problem with that?"

"Quite the contrary," Claude countered, his finger tapping the desk, just loud enough to tick Blythe's irritation, "Personally, I could not care less when we depart, I only wish to be told in advance."

"That can be done." Cynthia droned, nodding as if to sell her tone before snapping back to a preppy state, "Of course, before that, we're going to be spending a lot of time training together and what not! The Tenebris team will need their A-team to be in perfect sync and whatnot!"

"As tempting as that is, I'll have to decline," Claude murmured, slowly standing up from his chair before shooting Blythe a shadow of a smirk, "I sincerely doubt that someone like her would allow me to wield a weapon of any sort around her."

"You trying to say something there, demon boy?" Blythe snarled, fingernails scraping against the steel table.

"I'm just saying that I'd understand your concern if we were put into a situation where we were put up against each other," Claude went on, his smirk growing just a tiny bit wider, "Wouldn't want the big scary demon to have some sort of upper hand, yes?"

"Oh, don't even PRETEND that you don't know what you're doing here." Blythe growled, looking like she was seconds away from pouncing over the table, "You know damn well what you're trying to do?"

"Well, if you're completely sure, than please do share." Claude mused, drinking in each and every second of Blythe's sheer enmity, "I'd hate for there to be some sort of miscommunication."

Blythe could see nothing but red, and Claude knew it. He knew which buttons to push, honestly how could he not? It was too much fun to watch her reactions, especially when it wasn't intentional.

But, before anymore words could be exchanged, the two were cut off by the sound of slow clapping.

"You two can settle this cute little squabble later," Cynthia grinned, her tone void of the amusement clearly evident on her face. Neither had noticed that she was now standing next to the door, tugging a belt to tighten around her waist before pushing the door open, "Preferably in the training hall, two hours from now."

Claude didn't need to see Blythe to feel her rage turn to anger-induced determination, "Don't blame me if the demon hunter ends up killing the demon." She scowled, shooting up from her chair to walk out of the room.

Claude, unwilling to allow her to have the last word, called out to her as she disappeared behind the door, "It would be quite a disappointing coincidence if that happened."

"Claude's smile could not have grown any wider the moment that Blythe's unholy screech echoed down the halls.

"You know, one day, you're going to push the wrong button at the wrong time," Cynthia droned, her gaze sliding over to the demon before a sly smile stretched over her lips, "But you know that already, don't you,

"I know about as much as you do, Ms. Saclut." Claude sighed, matching her nonchalant expression and smile, the two coming to a silent agreement as Claude walked out of the room, "Take that as you will."

To that, Cynthia giggled, a large grin on her face as Claude walked away, "Always a pleasure, Mr. Faustus."

Lilith: God fucking damnit, quit touching shit, Amy!

Erin: Jesus, and I thought is was smoking earlier.

Miu: I-is everyone okay?

Azazel: Still in one piece, so I'm good over here.

Erin: I don't suppose we got lucky and Amy took herself out?

Amy: You fucking wish, hothead.

Erin: Oh, this is great.

Azazel: Wait, it actually is!

Erin: Sorry?

Azazel: Look, no more translations bullshit! We're finally good!

Lilith: So, let me get this straight, Amy breaking stuff is what solved out problem here?

Miu: Looks l-like it!

Erin:...Huh.

Amy: Really? That's all you have to say for yourself? I say that like I didn't solve our translation problem.

Erin: Well, what do you want me to say? Thank you, my Lordy Amy, for everything you've done for our people!

Amy: Actually eat shit, Erin.

Erin: Make me.

Amy:... Maybe I will.

Azazel: What are you doing over there, Amy?

Amy: Well, just cause it's smoking doesn't mean it doesn't work, right? I wanna test something.

Miu: I really d-don't think that you should-

(*A mute signal appears over Miu, rendering her silent*)

Erin: What the ACTUAL FUCK!?

Amy: Sorry, that got put on the wrong person.

(*The mute signal is removed from Miu and placed over Erin, rendering her silent*)

Lilith: That... Is actually not a bad change.

Azazel: It's actually kinda cool.

Erin: *Angry mute noises*

Amy: You would not believe how much fun this is. Damn, I can't change any of the preexisting documents, but I wonder what else I can-