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[latenightmoon]

[There's a fire in this hallway. It crackles and leaps for the ceiling with angry tongues of flame while a pair of Exorcists stand and watch. The elder lifts her hand high enough to reflect the light of the fire on her gold armor covered left arm. She draws her hand down and with it the flames die, revealing the charred husks of the Akuma beneath

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[selfdeluded]

[Ducking out from a nearby hall not long after the fires have died down, the heavy smell of an akuma wasn't enough to block out the smell of Innocence - or, for that matter, and Allen that he knew. So this particular Allen skids to a stop a few feet away, looking on the more notable side of panicked.]

Allen-- I didn't know who else to find, I-- [Pausing, and glancing up at Allison, her arm, and then back up to her face. Here's hoping he doesn't get mistaken for a Noah.]

Perfectly okay!

[latenightmoon]

[Whether's a Noah or not doesn't matter to her, she's shifting on her feet, the heavy clang of her boots the only sound for the moment. Her look is directed at her student, urging him to let his friend keep talking.]

WHY WOULDN'T IT BE

[mean_sprout]

[Well, that's not a good sign. Hobollen has Mean's full attention.]

What happened?

IDK

[selfdeluded]

[Okay. Not being attacked, that's a good sign! So his attention goes right back to Mean.]

I don't know-- Lavi went missing for days, and I'd been looking for him and when I finally found him... he was an Akuma, but his soul was still attached to his body-- It was still him.

[latenightmoon]

...shit. [Not a good sign. Not a good sign at all and after the talk earlier.]

Which Lavi is it? Have you seen any else this way?

[meansprout]

...Another...? [He knows which Lavi it is. But he's looking between Allen and Allison now. She seems to know what's going on, but doesn't make any sense to him. How can people- Exorcists- be made into Akuma like that?]

[selfdeluded]

He's-- [God, how the hell does he explain which Lavi it is form the giant mass of Lavis. He's Lavi. He's orange Lavi, he's his Lavi, he's the Lavi with the weirdest case of MPD ever, but it's not like he can say that--] He's been here for a few years... he likes flower arrangements and setting people up on dates, and... [Trailing off, though, and giving Allison the most horrified look. The akuma he could feel had spiked in the past few days, but... it couldn't be, could it..?

gkfjhda lifting a hand to cover his blind eye. God, his migraine was never going to go away at this rate.]

--I haven't seen any others myself. But... there are definitely more of them.

[latenightmoon]

[Her face drains of all color at the description. It's like her worse nightmare come to life.] ...I know him.

And yeah, there's a lot of them. ...what the hell is going on in this place now?!

[meansprout]

...How many more do you think there are?

[selfdeluded]

...I-- [Hell-- he hadn't known this person knew Lavi.] I'm sorry, I didn't-- [ffffff no no no, this was definitely not the time. If she knew him then she'd do more to help, wouldn't she?]

Ah... [He lifts a hand to his forehead.] Eight..? I don't know. [He looks at Allison.] This isn't normal... the Dressing Room doesn't just change people, and Lavi wouldn't talk about it...