Oboyo stood next to the podium in the manor's meeting room, awaiting for various members of the Paranormal Deliverance Force to arrive. The trip to Gold City was a failure, but he wasn't ready to give up yet. There were other avenues to turn to, and the stars guiding everyone knew just where they were.

Hastur leans against the wall by Oboyo, smiling and anticipating the announcement of today's mission, really excited due to his prior knowledge about where it will be taking place.

Julexa wakes up with a yawn and slides down from the bed. Scampering towards the door, she wriggles out through a small opening in the base of it. She hurries towards the banister and slides down it, landing on a piece of fluffy carpet in the in the meeting hall. She then scampers up to Oboyo and sits down near his feet, to get the best seat in the house.

Strangly enough for Kent, he entered the meeting room unarmored. By his side was his sword, as it always had, but other than that, he had none of his usual combat accessories. Kent rubbed his shoulder, loosening some of the sprained muscles that he had developed. "Alright. So. That was the LAST time I will try martial arts in armor. Bad idea."

Roche slowly walked into the meeting room, a hand clutching his stomach, he leaned against the wall and tried to hide the look of pain on his face.

"Man, this is gonna be one WICKED awesome party. I live for the thrill of the fight, and rockin' out to WUBS." Idly, as she waits, Vinyl Scratch is looking around the meeting room with her goggles around her neck, tapping her forelegs against the floor in a steady pattern and bobbing her head.

Carmichael walked into the meeting room, alone, oddly enough. Anders was nowhere to be seen. Carmichael stood near the podium, ready to hear the announcement.

As enough members arrived, Oboyo held his hands up and called for silence. He then proceeded with his announcement, "Hey everyone, it's good to see you. I want to start by explaining something about our last mission..Graham has wronged us, but he is not our enemy. We'll get support from Gold City somehow..we'll just have to do a little investigating first. In the meantime, Hastur has an idea. Care to take it from here?" asked Oboyo, stepping away from the podium.

Hastur smiles and walks up to the podium. "Thanks boss. So, before we went to Gold City, I said I would try to get in contact with my old martial arts school, see if they would be willing to help us. Earlier today, I received a letter from my old masters, which said that they would be happy to help, but they required our assistance first. The masters of the rival schools, they fear, are being possessed. They want our help to end that."
Hastur clears his throat. "So, I propose that myself, Oboyo, and those willing to join us go to the school outside of Wutai and assist my teachers and former fellow students and help them however we can."

"...a possession? Man, that is DEFINITELY a bigtime vibe-killer. Count me in, bud. I just need to start gettin' the parts of my bass cannon together, so hold up a bit. Shouldn't be too long." With a glimmer of her ruby-tinted optics, and the whirring of her robotic joints, Vinyl Scratch makes a full-tilt gallop to her studio to pack her equipment into a portable case.

Kent nodded to Hastur. "It'll be interesting meeting these men. Hopefully I won't embarass you too much in front of them." Kent smirked and crossed his arms, leaning against a nearby wall. "Not like those guys know much about dem- ghost hunting either way. I'm sure we'd be a good help."

Julexa looks up at Hastur and shrugs. "Pichu pichu-pi.("Sounds like fun, I'll go too.")" She says, as she scampers over to a chair and wriggles her up up to the seat and sits down to get a better view of things in the room.

Carmichael mulled over the prospect of actually egtting out of this manor, he and Anders needed real experiance. he raised his hand to volunteer.

Roche shook his head struggling slightly, "No can do Hastur, I need to see Selan in Truce about some... matters." He slowly exited the room, he had his ticket for the ferry in hand as he exited the manor.

Oboyo nodded. "It's well worth a shot. Having dozens of Hasturs around will take us a long way. Everyone else, do your best to help each other out where you can." With that, Oboyo nodded towards Hastur the volunteers and proceeded out of the room to make some preparations. When finished, he headed for the rear courtyard to meet Launchpad on the Gitmidur MKI.

The pelican pilot stuck his head out the cockpit window and held a thumb up. "All good to go, Mr. J!"

Hastur follows Oboyo out, motioning to everyone. "C'mon, everyone, let's go. Pile on, the sooner we get off the ground, the sooner we'll get there." With that, he climbed on board and took a seat near the front.

Once she finishes packing each part of the bass cannon into a large box, Vinyl Scratch trots back to the meeting room with it secured firmly in her magic and trailing behind her. "Well, I got my gear set to go. There enough room for this to go along with me? I hardly ever travel without my deck or stuff for makin' mad beats - a DJ has to be ready to make music ANYWHERE, right?"

Julexa is already underfoot of Hastur and Oboyo. She clings onto Hastur's leg to get an easy boost up into the helicopter, and she heads to the front, taking her usual booster seat, getting ready for the flight ahead.

Kent follows Hastur, but stops, eyeing the white metallic steed. He mutters something to himself about 'respecting other cultures' and 'horses were better when they didn't talk,' and then continues his original path out the manor.

"Take us about 3 miles north of Wutai, Launchpad. I already told the masters about the Gitmidur, so there should be a clearing for you to land in." Launchpad gives Hastur the thumbs up, then lifts off of the ground. After an uneventful flight, a large, towering structure comes into view, surrounded by students practicing different martial arts on the surrounding grounds.A fairly tall wall surrounds the perimeter of the school, keeping out any trespeassers. Launchpad sets down in a clearing that looks to have been recently made. Hastur hops out, motioning for everyone to follow him. "C'mon, the main gate is this way."

After the landing, Vinyl Scratch steps out of the Gitmidur with her box levitating along behind her, even at the same time she breaks into a brisk gallop to catch up with Hastur. "Yo, Hastur! This place we're goin' to have a bar? I can't REALLY rock out or scrap at my best unless I'm smashed."

Kent was the first to get out of the flying machine. He didn't really know what else to call it nor did he have any desire to know. "What happened to using horses for transportation? Am I the only one in this entire world that has ever used a god forsaken horse?" He shook his head, trying to get passed the jet lag.

Julexa hops down from her seat and hops down from the helicopter. She then proceeds to search around the area as she sniffs around and gets used to the scents of the area as they head towards the school. Soon, she gets bored and scampers along beside the crazy muttering knight as they approach the walls of the school.

"I can't say..I've lived in the cleft my entire life. There are plenty of creatures used for mounting, but they typically don't have any higher thought processes." explained Oboyo as he exitted the Gitmidur with Kent, following Hastur's lead.

Hastur leads the group down a path that weaves through the forest. After a bit of walking, they finally reach the main gate of the school. Two large, red and gold doors make up the gate, and one rather young human with a shaved head and a rather intimidating metal staff stands guard outside. Upon the approach of the group, the guard puts his weapon at the ready. "Halt! State your business here at White Tiger Schoo... Senior student?" he immediately puts the staff down and bows to Hastur. He smiles and returns the bow. "Peace, Si Pat. We're here to see the masters about the trouble with the rival schools. And to get a drink for my rather thristy friend." Si Pat nods and opens the gate with a turn of a large dial, standing aside for the hastur and his comrades.

Kent shakes his head at Oboyo's response. "What do you mean higher thought? They're horses. They eat hay and shit in the middle of the road. Not much higher thought." He looked at the yellow mouse next to him. He sighed. "Even sparky here is magical..." He stopps as Hastur explains their situation to the person at the door. Oh. They were important. This will go well.

"Not exactly the answer I was expectin', but I'm ALREADY likin' this place." Vinyl Scratch quickly makes her way for the school's bar, taking the parts of her bass cannon along with her amid heavy whirring from her robotic joints and the glow of magic around her horn.

Julexa sits down at the door, expecting to get thrown out, but, a smile comes to her face when they are let in easily. She scampers inside quickly before thwey changed their minds, following the others so she doesn't get lost in the school somewhere--like she might if she doesn't pay attention.

Oboyo chuckled a little at Kent's comment. "There's all kinds here in the cleft. You'll get used to it sooner or later." Oboyo gave a polite bow as the group reached the school, looking around as the group entered. "This is my first time in a school for martial artists..the only experience I've had was in private quarters in the Gold City manor."

Julexa scampers through the halls as they head to the masters. A few students stop to glance down at the small Pichu as she scampers through the halls, some of them wondering who let a rat in, and eventually keep walking. Soon, she tires, and she clings onto one of the fellow PDF's back, climbing to their shoulders and hanging off of it. Too much walking--she'd rather hitch a ride with someone instead.

"Don't drink too much! The alcohol here is strong stuff!" He sighs as the robo-pony heads off to the bar in the far corner of the grounds. Students of all races and sizes were training here. Moogles, gigantos, humans, hylians, and more were makign this place thier home and dojo. As he and the group walked past small groups of students, they would notice Hastur and bow. "I hate when they do that... just because I'm the senior student here, they think they have to bow." he sighs and keeps walk

About fifteen minutes after leaving for the bar, Vinyl Scratch starts unpacking her bass cannon, leaving it in a - for the DJ, anyways - neat pile out of the way of the students and staff of the school before grabbing a bottle off one of the shelves and uncapping it for a large swig. "Yeah, this is the spot... And chill, Hastur. I've been to raves where some strong buckin' drinks are bein' handed out before."

Hastur heads into the main building, sliding each wood-and-paper door carefully ipen so as not to break them. The hallways are filled with doors that lead to different training rooms, dormitories, and other utility rooms, and there are intricate works of art all over the place. Vases, paintings, and drawings line the halls, giving the impression that this school does fairly well in the financial department. Hastur leads the group to the main hall, where four small groups of students are being taught by four older humans. Hastur smiles and bows low. "Masters. I have returned, with my friends from the PDF."

Once she's finished with the entire bottle, Vinyl Scratch unsteadily trots back out and towards the main hall of the school, though - to her credit - she manages to avoid passing out from the potency of the alcohol in her robotic body, or breaking anything on the way. "Mmahhnnn, th-hic-at's some goohddd schtufff... B'hold th' drunk'n skillz of DJ Pon-3! -hic-"

Kent uncrosses his arms and bows as Hastur did. "Greetings," he said respectfully, "I am Kent. Your student is a good man, you trained him well." He truely didn't know if that was appropriate to say, or if saying anything was respectful, but he felt the need to say something, and a light compliment and an introduction was always a good place to start.

Julexa gives a wave from atop of the shoulder of Hastur as she dangles and darts her eyes around the room to all of the shiny things. So many things to grab her attention, but none of them she is allowed to touch--which saddened her a little--which was probably for the best anyway.

Oboyo followed Hastur's and Kent's lead and gave a bow to his masters. He knew too well the respect that must be shown to the room and a master of the arts. "It's an honor to be here. I am Oboyo Jinsaka, leader of the Paranormal Deliverance Force. Hastur has told me a little about the situation, but I would like to hear more."

One of the men steps forward, and older looking gentleman with no haid on his head, save his eyebrows. He wore a simple black button-down shirt, baggy white pants, and martial arts slippers. He greets them all with a wide smile. "It is good to see you again, Hastur. And it is a pleasure to meet all of you. I am Master Ip Man. I'm afraid my peers have to continue their classes, so I shall be telling you what has been going on. Shall we walk to the study for tea and to discuss the situation?"

Julexa wiggles some on Hastur's shoulder, giving a few quick nods. She wouldn't bother to try and communicate--it might be a wasted venture. Tea? What was that? Was it some sort of advanced apricorn juice? Guess she was about to find out, at any rate.

Oboyo gave a polite nod. "Of course." As he followed Master Ip Man out, he made sure to turn around and bow to the room before leaving. "This school is impressive. I've seen Hastur in action, you are training heroes here."

Shrugging drunkenly, Vinyl Scratch reaches up with one forehoof to pull the goggles down over her ruby-hued optics, though this proves to be a bad idea as she promptly loses her balance and topples forward onto her face with a dull 'clang'.

Kent smiled at the offer. "It's been a long time since a gentleman offered me tea. I have no choice but to accept. It would be my pleasure, Master Ip Man." Kent followed the group happily. He was actually beginning to look forward to this. Kent in a good mood. Who would have seen that coming?

Hastur walks down the hallway to the study with his teacher. "So, you said that the rival school's masters have been possessed? Which ones, if I may ask?" Master Ip opens the door to the study and enters it, leading the group. As he pours himself some tea, he begins to explain. "As we know, it has been Wild Storm school, Pheonix Dance school, Black Leopard school, and Raging Wave school. All schools you trained with. I can't prove this, but I think it is clear: Hazama has returned."

Despite her inebriation, Vinyl Scratch manages to get back onto all four hooves, and fight down her usual casual approach to bow belatedly to Hastur's sensei on the way into the study. "Can't be doin' that here... Not now... Besides, what would 'Tavi say if she found out about this...?"

Kent took a seat and a small cup of tea, sipping it slowly. He'd been trained in etiquette, but nothing quite so eastern. Either way, he hoped for the best in that he wouldn't offened anyone. "And how do you want us to help. Hastur here has a good bit of experience with ghost hunting, and Oboyo over there has the entire force under his boot. I'm sure we can get it done." He took a sip. "I'm quite professional myself."

Julexa tilted her head as she watched the tea being poured. Didn't look anything like apricorn juice...but what if that's what they wanted you to think? She scampered over, sniffed at it and tried to lift the tea pot. Nothing doing...it was WAY too heavy for her--it didn't even budge! After a few more attempts, she falls backwards onto her butt with a sigh of exasperation.

"Four entire schools? Who is this Hazama?" asked Oboyo, taking a seat and a sip out of his cup of tea.

Hastur remains standing, his brow furrowed. Master Ip sps his tea patiently. "A ghost from another world. One who possessed a man, and in his transition here, was able to take full, permanent control over him. At least, that's what he claimed last we saw him. he is able to possess gradually, through subtle manipulation and deceit. Last time, he took over the mind of Hastur's training partner. He... didn't make it. Hazama disappeared after Hastur beat him, but it appears he has returned for payback."
Hastur sips his tea. "He's no push over in a fight, either. he uses switchblades and butterfly knives, as well as a thing called Oroboros. It's a large snake head connected to a chain that can lock oto anything, even air, and yank him or his target with great force. He fights like a dirty bastard, and will throw others in tharm's way so he can win."

Kent perks up his eyes at the mention of the man's fighting style. "I call dibs."

"Sounds heavy... And, for all I like to scrap, I'm probably not gonna be the best, 'cause I don't have much power." Vinyl Scratch sits down on the floor, horn pulsating briefly. "Sometimes, fightin' is more about finesse and that, yeah?"

Hastur sighs and downs the rest of his tea. "Well, if he shows his face, Kent, you can have him. Though, he's more likely to let the masters and their students fight, then sneak away of things don't go well. I'm worried about dealing with the masters and their senior students. They're not pushovers. I can take one of their seniors, but all of them together... yeah, I'm not winning a fight like that. And I sure as hell can't deal with the masters themselves." Master Ip puts his cup down and looks over at Hastur. "Don't worry. Should we have to fight, the other masters and I shall try to keep them busy." Suddenly, the ringing of a large bell echoes throughout the school. Master Ip rises from his chair and heads out of the room, followed by Hastur. "The warning bell... oh no..."

Hastur sighs and downs the rest of his tea. "Well, if he shows his face, Kent, you can have him. Though, he's more likely to let the masters and their students fight, then sneak away of things don't go well. I'm worried about dealing with the masters and their senior students. They're not pushovers. I can take one of their seniors, but all of them together... yeah, I'm not winning a fight like that. And I sure as hell can't deal with the masters themselves." Master Ip puts his cup down and looks over at the window.

Ear-flick. As the bell starts ringing, Vinyl Scratch rushes over to her equipment, flicking a switch with her magic and engaging the disguised bass cannon before retrieving a pair of blade-disks from her right saddlebag. "Guess it's time to start scrappin'? I'm SO in."

Kent looked up at everyone apon hearing the bells. He looked at the masters, Oboyo, and Hastur. "Alright. Serious question here. We have a LOT of possessed souls coming here to kill us. Lethal or non-lethal? I can pull my punches and not use my sword but it'd take a lot longer and be a lot more dangerous. Corpses aren't known to keep fighting back."

"I take it that's not pleasant news." commented Oboyo as he put his cup of tea down and rose to his feet. "Hastur has done a lot for us, so we are more than happy to assist you on this the best that we can. But we should come up with a plan." Oboyo glanced over to Kent, unsure of what to say. He remained silent and looked towards Hastur for an answer.

Hastur shakes his head. "No killing! I trained with these guys, and they're just doing as they're told. Just, try to knock them out." He looks out a window. "Ah, crap... they're all out there." The masters and their students march on the school. The first group consists largely of Hylians and humans, and are lead by a young woman in yellow and green clothing. The second large group is filled with Gigantos and humans in hide coats, led by a tall man with a dark tan wearing a thick hide coat. The third and fourth groups are primarily humans, with varied races dotted throughout. They wear uniforms like those worn by the students here, but whereas the students here wear white, the students approaching wear black and blue, respectively. They are lead by a Short, stout man with a shit-eating grin on his face and a bottle of wine in his hand, and a man in a blue formal suit, respectively.

"...WHOA. This is going to be INSANE, but I'm ALREADY lovin' it! And don't worry, dude. I'll be sure to hold back." Vinyl Scratch rears up onto her hind legs, metallic horn flickering faintly as she stares out over the large groups surrounding the school and turns on a portable boombox. "What say you to gettin' the RIGHT BEATS GOIN'?! 'Cause things're about to get /WILD/!"

As Hastur made his comment, Oboyo moved over to the window to get a glance as well. "..We have to fight -all- of them? That's impossible." Oboyo stepped away from the window and glanced around at those nearby. "If they're just doing what they're told, then we need to go after the leaders directly. I don't want to kill anyone, but if comes down to it, the leaders may have to be the recipients of that to minimize casualties. What about Hazama? Is he one of the ones out there?"

Kent shook his head. "Non lethal. Gonna be a long fight, I'll tell ya. Don't wait up for me." Kent tightened some of this strings on his cothing and made sure is sword was fastened to his belt. He nodded to Oboyo and then turned to Hastur. "Tell me where he is and I'll take him. I'm not afraid of any dirty tactics. Just don't get upset when he's bleeding."

Julexa peeks outside the window. All of those people--she really wasn't prepared for this. In fact, she just shakes her head a few times as she looks up at Hastur for a moment, hopping down from the windowsill and taking a deep breath. It was almost crunchtime--no turning back now it seemed.

Hastur squinted then gritted his teeth. "There he is." He points to a rather tall, lithe man who pushes his way past the students he was surrounding himself with. He wore formal pants and shoes, a long cloth trenchcoat, and a fedora on top of his head covered in spiky birght green hair. His eyes were closed and he had a grin on his face.
Hastur turns to the group. "Master, could we get some help from the students..." "Already done. We're all going to work to end this. Once and for all." Master Ip was joined by the other masters, then they and Hastur all headed outside. The students in the building and the students outside joined them, following them, ready to fight. As they reach the gate, it bursts open, student Si Pat flying in and skidding across the ground. He came to a stop before the small army, bruised and bloody. Hazama and his followers stepped in, chuckling. "Ya know, I woulda thought your guard would know how to do his damn job, old men. Guess I was wrong. Oh, and you brought your ape, Hastur, back to help you out! And some of his friends! Well, more graves to fill." He flicks his wrists and two long, curved butterfly knives fall into them from his sleeves. "You sure you don't just wanna give in?"

As quietly as she can, Vinyl Scratch takes cover in a corner of the room, even as her portable boombox continues playing heavy metal. 'Gonna have to surprise these guys...'

As if he had just drank a lot of whatever it is the horse had, Kent stumbled across the room. "Well I have news for y-you, Haz been! I'm going to... to..." He stumpled back and gave a large hiccup. "Kick your ass! Yeah!" He put up his hands in a crude boxing pose, swaying side to side, his index fingers being curved forward as if he were holding a pair of cups. "Put up or... shut up!"

"Sounds like he already knows we're here..I guess there's not any options other than fighting head on..which is exactly what he wants." noted Oboyo as he reached into his jacket for his custom staff, snapping it into place. "Is there nothing else we can exploit out of them, Hastur? Fear? A moving speech?"

Julexa rolls her eyes. "Pichu, pichu pichu pi!("Even I know that's not gonna work!")" The little Pichu said as she sits down and sizes up the situation. They'd be lucky to get out alive with this many people...and she doesn't even need to guess how that'll go...because it might only discourage her even more.

Hastur turned to Oboyo. "The one in the suit isn't good at defending from weapons. So, if you fight him or his students, you would probably do fairly well, boss. Otherwise... just fight. And be careful." he moved to the front of his group. "You're not gonna make it out of here, Hazama. I promise you that." He dropped into a stance the doesn't reveal any martial art form, and the students and masters behind him do the same. Hazama just laughs. "What, you, a few old men, some wannabes, a rat, a horse, and a drunk are gonna take us? You gotta be out of your damn minds." He tossed up one of his knives, snapped his fingers, then caught the knife again, and he and his group charged forward. The students and masters charged to meet them, clashing in the middle of the room in a huge, all out brawl. Hastur leapt into the fray, yelling.

Kent laughed a happy, intoxicated grin. "I'm not drunk, just a little tipsy" he claimed. He ran foward, attempted to throw a punch, and fell right down on his side, a few freet from Hazama. He giggled. "Woah... when did you get all the way up ther- oh, ho god. My head. That was fast."

Julexa doesn't know what she can do. Eyes darting from left to right, she doesn't know who's a friend or who's a foe--humans look mostly alike to her, especially their clothes. Scratching her head, she's caught in a moral loop if she should just start shocking everything and everyone and hope that she doesn't hit the wrong people..or if she should wait for opportunities or--the Pichu clutches her head, all of this thinking is giving her a headache.

"I'm more than just a horse, dude. You're about to find out there's more to DJ Pon-3 than you think! Let's throw down!" Vinyl Scratch, after hearing the insult, rolls her eyes, deciding to drop the act of subtlety and rushing full-tilt into the fray. "Here's WHY you never mess with a DJ!"

The suits would be his target, then. "I hope you know what you're doing, Hastur." said Oboyo as he dropped into a defensive stance and spun his staff vigorously, attempting to deflect and counter any strikes thrown against him.

The room was in chaos. Students were everywhere, fighting with several different martial arts and using whatever they can to their advantage. Vases, chairs, everything was being used to fight. Hastur tired to push his way to hazama, but got caught up in a fight against two senior students, unable to knock them away long enough to move forward. Hazama closed in on Kent. "This'll be easier than I thought." He flipped his knives around and stabbed down at Kent. The master in the suit rushed Oboyo, but was unable to get past his guard. he grew angrier and angrier, getting sloppy with his strikes, leaving easily exploited openings.

The room was in chaos. Students were everywhere, fighting with several different martial arts and using whatever they can to their advantage. Vases, chairs, everything was being used to fight. Hastur tired to push his way to hazama, but got caught up in a fight against two senior students, unable to knock them away long enough to move forward. Hazama closed in on Kent. "This'll be easier than I thought." He flipped his knives around and stabbed down at Kent. (re)

Even with her metallic horn lit up, and both blade-disks hovering close behind her, Vinyl Scratch doesn't really miss a beat, making her way towards Kent with an unpredictable volley of kicks and punches aimed at anyone who tries to get in her path.

Oboyo's hands moved naturally, building up the momentum needed for strikes during the suited master's openings. Something dawned on Oboyo at that point in time: Was the enemy as powerful as they believed? Most spirits possessing one's body may have access to their hosts memories, but a separate entity wouldn't care to incorporate their hosts discipline, morals, and restraint into themselves. The possessed masters, were they truly martial artists?

Kent qucikly spun his legs around him and threw them under Hazama, knocking him off balance. Kent continued his spin and used the momentum to get back up to his feet. Noticing that he caught his opponant off gaurd, Kent stumbled forward, rolling three quick punches straight towards Hazama's face.

Julexa sits there, still wondering who is who, until she gets an idea. She scampers inbetween the legs of the fighters heading towards the center of the pack, and Hazama. As she does so, some of the fighters have to account for her passing though so they pause just long enough to leave small openings here and there as they try not to step on the small pokemon during the fight.

Hastur managed to trip and grab one of his opponents, throwing him into the other, then continued towards Hazama, bashing anyone who tried to stop him out of the way. Hazama yipes as he is knocked off balance, then screams as Kent rushes him and assaults his face. After the battering, he growls and flicks his wrist. A huge mechanical snake head shoots out of his sleeve, connected to a long chain, directly at Kent. The master in the suit continued to fight fruitlessly, until he finally took one blow too many and fell unconscious

Kent stumbles back and draws his sword. He holds his sword at just an angle for the snake to bite down on it. With its mouth around his blade firmly, Kent raised his leg up in the air, and pulled the chain, pulling Hazama forward so his ribcage would make direct, painful contact with his boot.

'One down..' thought Oboyo as he glanced over at the suited master's students. There was no better opportunity. "You who learned from this man, take a long, hard look! This is what happens when one lets his emotions fight for him!" Oboyo stood over the suited master and spun his staff victoriously, as if attempting to utilize his victory to sway the students.
"There is no yang without yin! There is no peace without harmony! If you are true to your art, then open your eyes and see the truth!" With that, Oboyo unfolded his staff and put it away, bending down to pick up the unconcious suited master. "Your master knows this, yet he fought as if he were undisciplined. Any one of you could have bested him! That's because he, like the masters of your rivals, are being controlled by that 'man'!" shouted Oboyo, gesturing towards Hazama.

"I ask you: Who is he and why do your masters serve him? Why do you fight those you have trained against for so long for this usurper? If you have any respect for your masters, your art, your HONOR, you would see with your eyes and your hearts who the real enemy is here!" Oboyo kept a firm gaze on those nearby, cautiously backing out of the battlefield to take the fallen suited master to safety. He really hoped that would work; since the action made him vulnerable.

Hastur leapt into the area where Kent and Hazama were fighting, right as Kent's foot connected with Hazama's ribcage. Hazama let out a long, raspy breaht as the wind is knocked out of him, then tries weakly to stab Kent. "Eh, you got a handle on this, Kent." he turns and begins to fight any who try to aid Hazama, batting them away while taking a few hits himself. The suited man's students just look at each other, unsure of what to do.

"Well... That died down rather quick. And here I was, all amped up for some SERIOUS scrappin'... Good job, dudes." Vinyl Scratch casually falls back onto all fours, hooves impacting the floor with a resounding clang.

Kent grabbed the wrist of Hazama as he attempted to stab Kent. Hazama glared at him, and slashed Kent's arm with a knife that suddenly appeared in his other hand. Kent let go and stumbled back a bit, wincling slightly from the shallow cut. "Alright. You don't like grapples either, eh? Let's do this the hard way." Like a man about to fall, Kent raised up to his toes and leaned forward, then back, swaying back in forth, and finally jumped forward, using the momentum from his almost fall, to throw his feet up in the air and down on Hazama's shoulder.

Once safely away from the brawl, Oboyo gently placed the unconcious master down before returning once more, retrieving his staff from his jacket and snapping it into place.

"What will it be? Will you continue to disrespect your master by fighting without purpose? To dishonor this room, while not your own, still one deserving of respect? That man would have you kill us all, but have we done the same? Your master rests safely behind me. If you are cowards, then go to him. But if you are warriors, then honor him and stop the true enemy!" shouted Oboyo firmly, pointing his staff towards Hazama.

Hastur cringed a bit as Hazama yelled out from the sickening pop that came from his shoulder. He stumbled back a bit and fell onto his ass, then held up the hand that he could still control. "Stop, stop! I give up! I give up!" With that, the masters from the opposing schools stop fighting and look around. They order their students to stop what theyr were doing, then just look around, puzzled.

"Damn kids." Kent wrapped some of the cloth on his shirt tighter over his wound. It would heal soon enough. Hazama did it as a distraction more than an attack. Kent scoffed a bit at the whining boy and walked over to his sword and picked it up. He looked back at the man. "So, do I stab him, Hastur, or do you want this one?" Kent smiled back at the kid, who was obviously in a panic. "I say we take a vote."

Oboyo smirked as he witnessed Kent's victory over Hazama. He have a short glance over the students nearby before approaching the victorious knight. "Impressive display, Kent. I didn't realize you know your way around a fist fight." He then smiled and folded his staff away, glancing over towards Hastur. "Whatever you decide, make it good. These people need to hear from you."

Hastur looked from Kent to Hazama, then back again. "He's hurt a lot of people, turned friends against each other, killed people..." He closed his eyes. "Kill him." Hazama cried out. "No, please! You guys are supposed to be the good guys! You're supposed to spare me, right? Right?!?"

Kent was actually a bit shocked at Hastur's response. He walked over to Hazama with a glare. He pointed his sword at Hazama, slowly inching it forward until Hazama was flat on his back, avoiding the tip. "You made a lot of people really angry," Kent told him, "You have cheated, lied, manipulated, murdered, and possessed... I AM the good guy." Kent shoved the sword quickly into Hazama's chest, instantly killing him. It was a short, unimpressive death. "May the divine have mercy on your soul and mine."

"The world's not black and white, Hazama..your deeds will always catch up to you. This is your judgement." noted Oboyo as he watched the man's execution.

Hastur sighed as Hazama breathed his last, then dissolved into green mist. He then turned to his masters and fellow students, who were scratched and bruised form the fight but otherwise uninjured. He bowed low to them, to which they returned the bow. "Masters. Fellow students. It was an honor to return here and help you with this monster. I hope that you will help us in the coming weeks." Master Ip nodded. "We certainly will." The master with the heavy coat, who had several bruises on his face and a swollen eye. "You will have my assistance as well, Hastur. And I'm sure the others would be glad to help as well." He bowed then moved to help his students, who were bruised and batterd from the fight.

Kent took out a small rag and sat down, against a wall, polishing and cleaning his sword. "So, am I still a worthless killer?" Kent asked Hastur. One of the students was kind enough to bring him a small cup of tea for killing Hazama, which Kent sipped a bit. He muttered something about 'doing better' to himself.

Oboyo gave the masters and students a bow as well, a simple symbol of respect for their new allies. "This is good..with all these extra Hasturs on our side, we'll knock those ghosts back to their own dimension, right Kent?" said Oboyo with a chuckle. "Come on you two, we'd better get Vinyl and Julexa back to the Gitmidur."

Hastur glared at Kent, then turned back to Oboyo. "Yeah. Let's get going." He headed off, ready to get his teemmates- and himself -back to the manor.

'Are you the good guy yet, Hunter? Seems to me even following orders is a sin now.' Kent put his cup down a sheathed his sword. 'Perhaps you need a better cause.' Kent looked at Oboyo. "I'm ready to get outta here." He walked back towards the flying machine, seemingly distracted about something or other.