Hopes, despairs, and jam? (Victorique Masters first, open)

Teufel calmly walked back wearing the same smile when he left, dragging a blood soaked, broken mulitated body behind him, with a trail of blood behind him, which he would probably clean up later. Teufel didn't really like the freckled boy to begin with. With his smug look, and the way he muttered bad things about everyone around him, including Teufel, Dan, and Masters. He also deeply disliked cheaters, with them ruining the fun of the hunt...er game, but if they could get away without being caught, it was ok with him. 'If they're stupid enough to get caught on the act, I'll send 'em to hell!' He would say if anyone asked about it. Teufel did hope that no one would be too freaked out by this, considering one of his sharp little antlers was entirely covered in blood, and a bit by his mouth, and shirt, and arms, and a Leg. Maybe it would've been easier to say where the blood wasn't? He dropped the unconscious body down and looked up and everyone, looking proud of the horrifying thing he had done.

(OOC You take as long as you like, if we pressured you into being quicker, it wouldn't be any fun for anyone.)

Masters looked to Teufel, shocked and appalled at the state of the freckled boy. Would Teufel do that to her if he found out she was the one that started the fight back in the library? Masters face turned blue as her hands began to shake ever so slightly. She wasn't used to such graphic images being presented to her this quickly and with this much detail.

"B-... I-..."
As Masters continued to babble to herself, Dan's crude impression of the Queen's English reminded her of her cousin who had been in PHS 552 for just about as long as she had. While she didn't speak like Dan did, as if anyone did in this day and age, she would have really appreciated her company at this moment in time. Originally, Masters would have hid behind Teufel, but the chances of her contracting some form of disease from the freckled boy's blood made the whole concept seem unworthy of trying even just once.

Masters shook her head, bringing her hands up to her face and lightly slapping her cheeks in order to assist bringing her back to reality. Looking at the situation objectively, Dan needed some lessons on English culture, and Teufel needed roughly seven baths and a hug. All of which Masters was prepared to carry out herself so long as it kept her safe.

Teufel's attitude and way of conveying his emotions switched faster than any act Masters could ever pull, she wasn't sure whether to be impressed or concerned for him. His puppy eyes and face of defeat hit her harder than a freight train, convincing her that he had just gotten carried away.

"Good job."
She would reach above Teufel's head and gently give him a light pat on the head. She didn't want to go against Dan's word, but she couldn't bare seeing him like this. Once she had finished patting his head, she would move in for a hug, wrapping her arms around his waist in such a way that it was awkward yet comfortable for both of them.

"What am I doing?..." she scolded herself as she realized just how silly she looked.

"Woooaaah there!"
Scarlet would pull on the back of Victorique's collar and lay her on her back after dragging her back a few feet away from Teufel. She would then stare down into her eyes, placing both of her hands on her hips.

"What did I tell you about going near students that could put you into the ground? You shouldn't be out here clinging onto a person like this. You're a lady for god's sake!"

Scarlet would straighten her hands, then sliding them underneath Masters' arms and bringing her back to her feet. She placed her hand underneath her chin, looking for any faults or issues that Masters may have been trying to hide.

"Your dress is a little dusty but..."

Scarlet shrugged and diverted her attention to Teufel.
"So, when did you start trying to sleep with one of Santa's little helpers? I thought you said you were going to keep my in the loop with these things."