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She smiled at him, shaking her head.
"No, I thoroughly enjoyed the possibility of using the item as a substitute for Tainted Fang. It's pretty clever." The mop was given a look of disdain for its unsanitariness (this is now a word).

"I've been... well. I've just been... somewhat paranoid lately, I guess. I'm not quite sure why though..."
She trailed off at the arrival of another ice demon, eyeing the object he held in his hand. Just what was...

Her own lips twitched when he finished off with that last line, and it took much restraint for her to not attempt burning a hole in the shirt (or just obliterating it in general) with the mirror/sunlight technique. Such an abomination didn't deserve to exist.

Such plots were interrupted when she heard footsteps (and rolling?) and turned... nearly having a heart attack in the process.
"SWEET JACK Olivia, what in the world are you covered in?!"
Wait, no, scratch that, she didn't want to know.

And then Etzer's comment made her whip her head around.
"I-"
Her face turned beet red, and she turned, huffing.
"N-no, we're just... friends.."
Well played, Miasma, well played.

He smiled a bit, not really sure what to say further on it. "It was merely a thought." He wasn't doing the best at taking the compliment, since it didn't feel worthy of it. Though he did tilt his head at her next comment. "Voices perhaps?" He chimed questioning it a bit before there was a bit of an interruption. He heard the noise as well, along with the exclamation from Mia that braced him for what was to come. Oh, oh dear. He found himself edging back a bit, not wanting to touch Olivia at all at the moment. "Olivia, please be certain to bath when this is all finished." Perhaps he should suggest a few baths actually. Though he didn't have too long to think over it. Nope, not at all. Because Etzer. Opened. His. Mouth.

And nothing good ever came from that apparently.

Mia wasn't the only one a bit flushed at the comment, though Molan remained composed enough to give his brother a displeased glare. "Etz-" Nope. Interrupted again. By something far worse.

Andrew.

The little fire brat had showed up just in time to babble about how Olivia was perfectly fine in that state(no she needed a bath). And then the next thing. While not entirely untrue, it was certainly stretched. "Don't. Stretch. Facts." It was obvious from the low growl in his voice as he whirled around to spot the already retreating demon that it was good he had been backing up. Because apparently there was about to be a demonstration of how to use a deadly mop. And Andrew was the test dummy.

Thankfully, Molan wasn't a reaper. He probably wasn't the best aim with the mop, but it would be a rather unpleasant squish of nasty on Andrew if one of those wild swings made contact. Really. Ew.

There didn't seem to be very many happy reactions with her sudden appearance and Olivia had to wonder why. "Well, it's a little dirty here," she began to explain to Mia. Because obviously this was a junkyard and not the cleanest of places with the grime and the soot and whatever was festering (she didn't touch anything festering).

Even at the very nice defense from Andrew (though, she scooted herself a little bit away from him. There was grease here on still on her hands), she still shot Molan a very affirming look. "Oh yes... I plan.. to..." though that trailed off as the pale boil raised his mop in anger with Etzer joining the fray.

"Wait..." Oh no, they were going to fight again. The flames made it very hard for her to offer some aid to Andrew. She didn't want to get near, but she didn't want them all to go at each other. "Don't fight." It was quiet, probably no one heard. T__T


(At least this was distracting from the obvious confusion of Mia's position as Molan's ghoulfriend. Since, she thought it was knowing how close they were but they were denying it but.. Andrew was confirming. There were other matters to deal with now!)

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Andrew’s grin widened at the reaction until suddenly the mop was coming in his direction. He put his hands up in defense as he backed up. One solid hit of what was a… less than dry mop, got on his arm and he freaked. “Ewe ewe ewe! Molan!” a small burst of flame came from his arm as he tried to clean himself of the mop dirt.

And then a something came flying his direction. Andrew threw a flaming hand out and managed to stop it from hitting his face. Unforchantly the shirt was now on fire and dropped to the ground burning.

Panic mode engaged, he decided it was time to hightail it out of there. He turned and launched himself into the air giving himself a few feet up before finding something high to land on, his spot turned out to be a tree branch. He moped and set his arms on fire just long enough to give himself a quick fire bath before staring down at the group, pouting. He had only meant to poke a little fun at them. They didn’t have to throw things at him. He sat down in his new spot and curled up there, generally unhappy but hopefully safe from further assault.

Suddenly, a nearby pile of junk rumbled and split in two, the debris clattering to the sides but not actually hitting anyone. A good-sized Trashbot emerged, armed with what looked like a very large cone with a hose attached. What was even-

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH.

Oh. Flame-retardant foam.

Moira, who had tensed up the instant flame not attached to a person appeared, immediately relaxed. "Be careful, spookies! We're not fighting each other, understand? If you want to do that, do it... er... somewhere else," she said.

The foam fizzed away but the Trashbot remained, sitting down in the middle of the students and looking somewhat stern.

Rosy after some time just thinking over the items she found, finally decided which one would be more useful to herself in battle. Picking up the old massive dish from the creepateria, she moves over towards the professor. Her movement came to a stop when the trash-bot appeared and seem to stop a couple of the students. This made a her blink a couple of times, trying to figure out what just happened? With a shake of her head, she pinched her nose before she turns back towards Professor Moria.

"Professor, while I found alot of interesting items that could be use in battle. Only a couple of them would be rather beneficial to me personally in battle. It actually came down to two items. A rolling suitcase, and this massive old dish." she holds up the dish as she smiles "See this item can be used for many things while in battle. For myself, I can use it as a shield to block attacks coming at me." she lifts the massive dish to show how it blocks her "As a weapon, I can take and swing this upside a person's head or bring it down on top of there head. If broken, it can be used as many weapons for throwing or stabbing." she pauses as she chuckles "It can also be thrown much like a disc, and use to take out a couple of enemies at the same time." she then drops it to the ground as she chuckles "Now, if you need to get away from a battle rather quickly, this can also be very useful if you know how to use it properly and it can help move you faster from one point to another, just with enough force in your movement. This also will depend on ground your working with." picking it back up, she sighs.

"Sadly though, with my natural ability..I cannot use this when slipping into a person dreams. That not to say, I can't do it, startle them awake and have this waiting for them just above their head. So it can be a good knock out weapon if hit just right." she grins, hoping she covered all the bases of what she would need to impress the professor.

Moira was a little bemused at Etzer's presentation. "Here, have another one," she offered, giving him another shirt since the first one was rather... singed. "That one might not work as well against monsters though, spookie. They have interesting tastes!! They might like that fashion!!" She seemed very earnest in her explanation.



"Good, good!" Moira nodded approval at Zel's use of the lamp. "The glass could break off in the wound, too, making it very unpleasant." She seemed delighted by this gruesome possibility.



Moira nodded at Myr. "Yes, it could protect you quite well! Just make sure you use it to attack as well, spookie - sometimes you do have to do both things!"



"It is a very useful dish, isn't it?" Moira gave Rosy a snaggly thumbs up. "I wonder... what did they cook in it?!"

Truly, a question for the ages.

Lifting the smelly tire over his shoulder, Frost carried it over to Moria, setting it down in front of her before bowing. "Miss Moria. I have found this item that would be of use to me in battle. While I normally am a more direct fighter, items come into the fray time to time." His claw digging into the tire, the ghost smiled slightly, though his nose wrinkled at the smell.

"Aside from having a pungent odor, which for those of my ilk would prove a slight hindrance, I have the ability to change shape and size. If I needed to find cover I could take shelter in the hallow of the tire briefly, or, I might lie in wait for an opportune moment to strike. Aside from also being able to launch the tire at my foes, If I focused long enough and hard enough, I might freeze the tire itself, turning it brittle.. and when launched it might shatter into shards that would harm my foes. Granted it's use ends much at that point."

Looking at the tire he huffed.

"And I suppose if one wanted... you could use it as a means of escape."