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It didn't even matter to her so much that they did things quickly so that they got their promised power, but more so that this particular part of their task sounded like it was going to be an awful lot of fun. Not beating hunters into a messy, bleeding, and often times burning pulp fun, but a certain kind of fun none the less.

The students. The cannon fodder. Today, they were going to pick one very unlucky individual from within their crowds and hand them over to Medea, trussed up like a fine little piggy ready for the roast.

At Shik's movement, she glanced towards him, his grin answered in kind before she gave him a nod, his invitation to let her choose, to let her be the one to swoop down from above on their victim, understood and taken. "You just be sure that you are ready~" She replied, her voice betraying just how very eager she was.

And then came the girl.

Her appearance was striking, with odd colored skin and hair to go along with it. It attracted attention, and perhaps today not the kind of attention the young one might have wanted. Shaheen did not know her, did not recognize her for one of their own initiates, and if she had, it might not have even mattered.

Her sights were locked. That was the one that she wanted.

Without looking back at Shik, she lifted her hand, making a motion to indicate that she was going to move, before her wings slowly spread out behind her.

All the girl might have noticed before mottled grey hands were settling around her, one across her mouth while another encircled around to pin her arms, was a dark shadow from above, one that silently and rapidly grew until it was much too late to do anything to stop it.

He feigned affront. As if he could be caught unprepared.

Like cogs in the machine, as one moved, so did the other. Shaheen's target wrestled with more effort than he gave students credit for, but in the end it would not matter. "This one is undead. Perhaps we should remove her tongue?" he suggested with a smirk as he undid the cloth at his arm. "Or her eyes. Or perhaps we should take her ears? So many delightful possibilities~"

As their target struggled, he aimed a blow to one of her legs to ease the thrashing. "To the trees," he told Shaheen as he moved to pick the zombie up by a limb. "This area is too open and she too noisy."

Another voice joined the party and Sophie hoped that it was a rescuer negotiating the terms of her release. The hope lasted a split second before the mention of cutting various parts of her body off. She shivered; whimpering a little at the thought. His blow - she could tell he was male by his voice - caused her to help and she stopped struggling. It was obvious she wasn't going to get free and she didn't want to be beaten up, either. At the though of them cutting off her hair, Sophie's eyes went wide. It was depressing to admit she would be more upset with her hair being cut off than she would her limbs. Like they said - she could sew them back on but she couldn't sew her hair back on.

As she felt herself lift up, she got a little dizzy, head lolling a little before they were on solid ground - er, tree. Zombies weren't meant to fly. She let out a sob against the palm of the woman, sniffing.

The forcefully stifled sob was met with only more pressure from Shaheen's hand and a hiss of "Shut up or I will rip out your tongue." At this point her finger nails were digging sharply into the girls cheek, and she shifted a bit restlessly on her perch as she waited for Shik to complete the task of binding the girl up tight, only removing her hand when he was ready to slip the gag into place.

She leveled Shik with a hard stare at his answer, opening her mouth to speak, to say "She is only a child," But she cut herself off abruptly when he ripped off the zombies ear, her face instantly falling into a blank mask state so as he hide her quickly rising alarm and surprise that he had followed through with the threat, after having previously thought he had only been saying it to mess with the girls head. Her arm was still around the girl, despite the fact that she was completely bound, and the muscle in her arm strained slightly as she fought to control a sudden wave of emotion that rose from watching her partner deal out his bit of torture to the teenager.

She shouldn't have cared. She should not have cared. She was willing to hand over any student required to Medea to get the task done, because once they were under the high priestesses care, they were no longer the war chieftains to worry about. But in her time spent so near Amityville since the fall of the isles, she had come to respect, and even like, many of the students that inhabited the school. From a red haired demon with a temper problem, to a purple haired reaper that had taken commands so diligently, to a small, zombie like girl who had proven on more then one occasion her usefulness. And there were others, so many others that she had come to know.

But she didn't know this one. Did that make it easier? She could watch as the girls ears were ripped off, as her ear drums were burst with the sharp p***k of a claw and not flinch, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

"Of course you were." She smiled at him then, a flash of teeth, her gaze moving up to look him in the eye, all the while telling herself, she'll be fine. If Medea doesn't destroy her, everything will heal and she will be fine. She thought about pointing that fact out to Shik, but he certainly could have figured out as much for himself.

Moving with precise movements, she lifted up her free hand, grabbing for the girls hair and wrapping it around her fist, once, and then again, pulling on it tight, pulling her head back, for all intents and purposes looking as though she was about to tear it straight from her scalp, rather then cut it off.

And then she stopped, and releasing the girl from the hold she still held around her mid drift, and taking in a sharp breath, she deftly jabbed thumb and index finger down, digging across the flesh down the bridge of her nose and on the opposite side of her eye, before deftly pulling it back and out with an audible sucking sound, ending in a sharp snap.

An eye in the palm of her hand for her efforts, before she did the same to the other one.

"So she can not tell of where she had been." She explained, releasing the hair, before giving Shik a sharp look.

"Leave it."

There was far too much glee in his eyes at the sight of her eyes being plucked: like crows descending on a wayward corpse. Shik wanted to do so much more, starting with a proper scalping (as if these things honestly cared when they could just buy new parts)--so naturally Shaheen had to be the conscionable one of the pair and ruin his fun.

The fact that the one with Insanity had a less broken moral compass than the (technically) normal one spoke volumes about their partnership and dynamics.

"Fine. But keep its tongue where it lies," he purred, letting a few nails drift lightly under the zombie's chin. She'd gone slack against Shaheen, damn. What weaklings. "Would that we hear its screams as this happens. I'll let you try to slap it awake, then, while I get her attention."

Once Shik had helped stick the student halfway into the bag, he reached up to locate the charmed feather Medea had given him and touched it, signaling that they were ready to move forward.

"I had no intention of removing the tongue." She sounded almost indignant as she placed the two eyeballs now in the palm of her hand into an open pouch tied around her hip for safe keeping, though she cared very little for what Shik did with the ears, and if she had things her way she would likely beat the ghoul into dissipation later anyways so that she could reform, whole, and likely in the nurses station at the school.

While Shikoba made the call to Medea, Shaheen did as he had suggested and turned the ghoul around in her arms, giving her a quick shake and a slap across the face to try and awaken her, before dumping her into the sack with a shake of her head and lifting it up, eyeing the now newly arrived portal with all of it's elegant gilded frames and it's red glow.

Shrugging, she stepped through with a flutter of feathers and a beat of her wings, coming to stand in front of the head priestess, golden eyes landing on the mirror she held, and head cocking to the side as she tried to make out just who's image she could barely see reflected back at them.

But then Medea turned, and Shaheen's attention went directly and fully towards her, hefting up the bag a bit higher and opening her mouth as if to speak, before snapping it closed when Medea spoke instead.

When she was finished, Shaheen tried again. "Why thank you, Head Priestess." As if being called crude was a great compliment. At least it was better then being called a child?

Dropping the bag, she opened it up to pull the zombie girl out, in all her eyeless and earless glory, before dragging her towards the head priestess herself, not bothering to mention the bit of fun they had with the girl before bringing her.

"I do hope this will suffice. If not, I am sure Shik and I both would be all too happy to fetch another for you." An empty smile went with the words, the girl held up in front of Shaheen now so that the head priestess could get a better look at her.

"It is enough." Medea nodded simply at Shik and Shaheen's arrival and took out a small, empty bottle. She leaned over towards Sophie, crouching really, and used one delicate, free hand to inspect the more damaged parts. She made a face and turned to Shaheen.

"Any second later and she would be too unstable. There is no other choice." One finger trailed and flipped Sophie over on her back-

- And then Sophie saw herself. Or, she saw an apparition of herself walk towards Medea. It looked exactly like she did, only not damaged. It contained something, feeling, a memory. The apparition turned around for a second, looked at Sophie, nodded almost in grim acknowledgement before disappearing entirely.

In Medea's open palm was a gold fragment. The Head Priestess turned it over to one side. "Unblemished, truly a pure memory. This will suffice, such wonderful memories blossom ones far greater." She nodded to Shik and Shaheen. "It is a good choice. Please, discard of the student as you wish."