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Koorie was already in a foul enough mood, having to allow the curly-haired blond boy to follow her to the music room. Of course, had she known exactly what lay behind the music room's door, she probably would have spun around on her heels and marched on outside to practice under the shade of one of the trees.

The blue-haired girl knew something was wrong the second she opened the door and saw a woman sprawled out over the top of the piano. Her face morphed into an expression of extreme displeasure and she crossed her arms. "Oh great, there's an escapee from the psych ward."

Keeping an eye on the bizzar woman, she fished into her book bag and pulled out her cellphone. Despite the potential danger of a psych ward patient, something she knew quite well from first hand experience, she remained calm as she flipped open the phone to call to the hospital.

"No, she's no teacher here." Koorie snapped at Stephan, glaring at him with a look that could strike one dead on their feet. It was bad enough that there was a psychopath in their school room, and she didn't feel like having to worry about some stupid boy running into danger. That wouldn't look good for the school if he was killed or abducted by an intruder.

Taking a step out to put herself between the two blondies, she turned her cold and level gaze back to the moronic lunatic draped all over school property. Of course, now the strange woman was sitting, but it still didn't make her any less dangerous. Koorie's lip twitched a bit as she sneered at the woman while she spoke. "Don't call me 'sweety'."

Koorie had not been expecting to be pushed, and stumbled forward as the door was swung shut by mop-head. Typically, when someone pulled something like that, she's break them in half in the slowest and most painful way possible; in this case she'd be making an exception, considering the boy's reaction to whatever the hell had freaked him out.

Giving the woman a skeptical look, Koorie snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, right, because accessories are going to help protect us from anything. Which ward are you from because I'm sure that they've noticed your absence."

Of course if there really was something coming down that hall, and from Stephan's reaction there certainly was something to be alarmed of, they would need to have something to use for protection. As much as Koorie loved using her smooth and now effortless maneuvers in jujitsu, it was a safe bet that she was the only one in the room who was a walking weapon. Striding across the room to the chalk board with a purposeful air, Koorie grabbed the wooden pointer stick from the side of the board and glanced over at Stephan. "I suggest that when the s**t hits the fan, you stay out of my way." Pausing for a minute, she motioned to a closet in the corner of the room with her chin. "You also might want to arm yourself with cleaning supplies; burns like hell if you shoot chemicals into someone's eyes."

"A stick is far more useful than a stupid necklace. What would I do with it, hope that whatever that thing is swallows it and chokes on it?" Koorie spun the stick calmly in her hand, eyes narrowing at the door as whatever behind it began attacking.

"Give me one damn good reason why that necklace is my best chance, and maybe I'll listen." Her left foot slid forward as she took a stance that she'd practiced so many times. Jaw set firmly enough that her neck muscles were beginning to ache, Koorie's eyes flitted about the room, taking note of every single item in the immediate reach and thinking exactly what uses they could become in combat.

Koorie rolled her eyes as the boy grabbed the stupid, fru-fru hair clip, then turned her attention to the door as whatever it was on the other side broke through the door. Her hands tightened around the pointer stick as the ball of fur and teeth came through the hole.

"Turn the nozzle on the spray bottle a full two turns, that'll make it a stream instead of a spray. Aim for either the mouths or, preferably, the eyes or nose." She barked out at Stephan as she realized that the... the thing was coming straight at her. With the grace of a fighter, she lept up onto a desk to get herself into a better position, then swung the stick down at the creature once it came into range, aiming for a blow between it's beady little eyes.

As Aphrodite began to tinkle the piano keys, Koorie felt her mouth twitch with displeasure; she did not enjoy the fact that the piano clearly needed to be tuned up yet again. More importantly, however, she did not appreciate the fact that this smug psychopath just sat there and watched with an all knowing attitude while someone's stupid, rabid dog-thing attacked. "If the 'right way' has anything to do with stupid, piece of crap accessories that you found at a second hand store, then you had better have a good explanation for it aside from the obvious reality that you're out of your mind."

Continuing her attempts to keep the rabid creature of fluff and teeth at bay, Koorie was unpleasantly met with the reality that now Stephan was no longer even remotely paying attention to her instructions about using the cleaning chemicals. Wonderful. Well, she'd worry about kicking his a** over it later, when she wasn't attempting to drive off this crazy animal, and god damn it all if this thing wasn't impossible to strike down! Keeping her grip somewhat lose in order to give her make-shift weapon some sting in it's slap, her focus came down to keeping those nasty teeth away from her.

Jumping from the desk she was on to land on a chair, she contemplated the effect of swinging one of the drum set stools into this creature's head. Unfortunately, what she didn't take into consideration was the fact that the chairs had aluminum legs, and while typically sturdy, the sudden force of her weight landing on it caused the legs to bend and the chair to crash down. Her world suddenly turned upside down as the blue-haired girl slammed backwards into the tiled floor, her breath knocked out of her and her head hitting the hard flooring with enough force to bring stars into her vision.

Even through the dazed vision, Koorie saw what had happened to Stephan, and her mind went completely still for once. And thank whatever higher cause was up there that those vines had bound back the set of furry teeth and angst, because Koorie was completely frozen. Only for a moment though, and as she regained her breath, she barrel-rolled and got up to her feet, taking a few steps away from the creature.

Her red eyes narrowed as she stared first at the creature, then the vines, then Stephan, then at the mysterious and hardly dressed woman dangling the amulet. There was something going on here, and it was something she didn't understand; she suddenly had a feeling that this was going to be like the Matrix and, if that was the case, she most certainly was going to go down that rabbit hole.

Keeping a good distance between her and the somewhat restrained beast, Koorie strode the outskirts of the room and approached Aphrodite. Stopping only a foot away from the woman, her eyes narrowed into angry slits. "I'll play this stupid game, but I sure as hell expect some answers once that Thing" she pointed at the fur-ball. "Is good and dead." She ignored the comments about embarrassment and how she'd been shown up; there was no need for her to completely lose her head right now.