It had been one of those days, the experiment to create a new fuel source met with more disastrous results extinguishing the burner flame, the rotten smoke had then suffocated the fire-pit taking out all sources of light. The halls were lined with tons of torches he kept replacing from the supply room, the unforunate part was they were all unlit. Scrounging through the dark he found a lighter only to discover it was completely out of fuel. Just his luck, at times like this he was frustrated he had chosen to pursue the sciences instead of working on his magic studies, which he had badly neglected. So here he was, once again sneaking through the dark looking for a lighter.

He had heard of a room in the basement of the main campus building where confiscated items were kept. Hoping to find the room, he snuck down here and began opening doors taking mental inventory of things he saw. An hour in and he had yet to find the stashed items. On the bright side he had only made it through what he approximated as half the basement rooms...

Being a scrounger, perhaps the only one in her line of work on the entire campus, Emilla is constantly forced to go foraging for supplies. Whether this means that she is bartering with other students for things she needs or raiding supply rooms, she's always hunting down new things. Of course, she constantly visits rooms like this one, rooms where confiscated items are stored. Never did make sense to her though, why confiscate these things if you're not going to put them to good use. Why just stick them in these boxes? Of course, it's nowhere near as creepy as the rooms full of boxes with names on them. Those tended to contain items belonging to girls that are..well, no longer on campus.

Still! None of that particularly matters. At the moment, Emilla is digging through a box full of things. Magazines, movies, lighters. A few items of interest at least.

Slimer walked invisibly through the abandoned hallways, as he began wondering why? It wasn't like many students willingly came down here when ordered much less for fun. Still not one to take chances he opened the next door down peering in, and was absolutely excited to find yet another useless room. Wondering if the rumor he heard had any merrit belonging in reality, or if he was wasting moments of his life he would regret never getting back. It seemed like a square hell, where everydoor led to more of nothing, stuck on the highway of useless with no rest stop of success coming.

As he peeked into yet a third cleaning supply closet he began wondering at the sanity of the architects of this basement, when he ran across something interesting, a steel reinforced door with three padlocks hanging open in the rings hanging in the metal loops on the frame. The door was barely ajar, and he heard the rustling of someone moving inside. Reaching forward he grabs for the polished door handle...

The girl has always felt rather safe down here. Of course there are always creatures lurking around but they can get you anywhere and they do seem to haunt the places that students frequent, waiting for that one girl to find herself all alone. But this? It's the basement! Who in their right mind would be digging in a store room full of random junk that someone had decided to confiscate?

..oh, right, a scrounger like Emilla.

So she digs, and she's collecting a nice pile of things to keep. Items that she feels will come in handy, among them a lighter or two as well as some fluid! A whole can it seems. Lucky her. She's quite unaware that anyone might be nearby either, the girl on her knees before her chosen box. She's wearing a pair of tight little jean shorts and a white tanktop with, of all things, a cowboy hat on her head and cowboy boots on her feet. Probably a violation of the rules, but who gives a damn?

Pulling the door with a loud groaning squeek, he pulls hard with his muscular arm and the door opens slowly. The doors squeak fills the basment hallway, echoing up and down the empty corridor. Stepping inside, he looks around but doesn't see another soul anywhere. Confused, since he was sure he had heard noises coming from within, he looks around. Spread throughout the room are numerous boxes, each of which has a name on the boxes. The are stacked four high almost eye-height even for his tall stature it is an impressive amount of boxes.

Curiosity takes hold as he walks to the nearest stack and lifts one of the boxes down. N top of the stuff packed inside is a photo and a mini dossier on the girl in the photo. Apparently she had graduated a few year back; and these belongings were all that remained of the student here at Shokushu. It was like being in a mausoleum filled with card board boxes, stuffed with clothes and other knick-knacks that would be all that ever remained of these girls, gone, most never to be heard from again unless they joined the ADD after dramatic rescue, or became a head girl.

Slimer looking at the file had forgotten about the noise and shuffled through the boxes. If it had made it to this room, someone had obviously packed the box meaning anything good would have been set aside and kept, or placed with the confiscated items. Not wanting to waste more time here, he reclosed the box and returned it to the top of the stack.

Turning to leave he was about to the door when he heard another noise apparently coming from a room off to the side...

Emilla freezes when she hears that squeak, her head turning to glance over her shoulder. She slowly rises to her feet, drawing in a deep breath and creeping towards the doorway. She peeks inside, watching, looking for who or what might have caused that noise. But there's nothing to be seen, nothing at all. She frowns and takes a step backwards, accidentally kicking a box. "Shit." she curses, turning and trying to find a place to hide in a room full of boxes. "Fuck..fuck..." she hisses to herself, moving to try and crouch down behind a box, out of sight of the door. Maybe whatever it is will leave her alone!

Slimer definitely heard something as he reached for the door, stopping in his tracks he listens carefully. Not hearing anything he figures why not check and heads to the door of the side room. Pulling it open he sees, go figure, more damn boxes. Glancing around his invisible blur moves through the main area not finding anything. Realizeing these boxes dont have the labels like the ones in the other room, he peeks into one of them.

Bingo, he had found one of the confiscation areas. He quickly perused the dvd's appantly some of them were not pornographic in nature, but the vast majority were. He turns as he notices a box left open on the floor, while the vast majority were closed and in neat stacks wandering over he bends down and inspects the contents, unaware the contents were already being reallocated by someone else. Yes! Finally, come to daddy. he says appearing to sight. He bends down grabbing the lighters and the replacement fuel.

He hunches down on his four legs, one set too many to be human, the extra legs bending opposite his front pair. His tail extends out from his lower back, hanging above his short spiky brown hair. His angular face is alive with success, his green eyes nearly glowing. His frame is bulky toned muscle, and his tentacles were retracted, so if one didn't notice his tail and extra legs they might mistakr him for a human, but it was a pretty big if.

If...perhaps, Emilla hadn't been here for quite a long time, then she just might have made that mistake. As it is though, she's well aware of what it must be that is standing there before her. Well, she doesn't know what it is! Past the fact that it must be a monster of some sort. So she shrinks back a little bit, swallowing hard and breathing heavily as her heart pounds in her chest. The lighters would have been good...but losing them to a being like that is certainly worth staying out of sight. Right? Right

Doesn't help that she slips suddenly and tips over, squeaking softly and kicking one of the boxes out into the open.

Rejoicing at his lucky find he clutches the lighters tightly, wondering what other goodies he could find in this treasure trove. He begins to reach for a box when he hears a squeak and a boxes crashes down causing him to jump. He looks to where the box was slipping invisible again as the dimmed lights blur around his form.

I know someone is there, so come on out! His disembodied voice rumbles echoing through the confined area. He holds still to not give away his location to the unknown entity, waiting to see what showed.

"Ahh...fuck." she curses, pushing herself to her feet and stepping out from behind her boxes. "Alright you big bastard! I saw you! I know you can turn invisible too!" she announces as she steps out, dusting herself off. "And give me my damn lighters back! I found 'em first! You got no right to 'em. Come on...give me." She holds one hand out, placing the other on her hip as she waits.

It's a bold stance to take with a monster, but what else is she going to do? Cower in the corner till it finds her and rapes her? Hah! "What are you? Scared? I showed myself! It's your damn turn!"

Slimer stares in amazement at the audacity of the firecracker before him. Not only was she not intimidated being in an enclosed space with a demon, but actually demanding his prized lighters. He looks her up and down admiring her waist and ass accentuated by the tight jean shorts, his eyes are drawn to her white tank top, the t-shirt showing off her rack. The cowboy hat hides most of her facial features and hair, in the dim lighting.

Deciding to play her game he appears a few feet in front of her, clutching his prized lighters. Be careful what you ask for little one. Now why would I want to give you my newly acquired lighters? grinly evily at her.

Emilla is just beginning to regret a few of her choice words when the creature appears. She gasps and takes a step or two backwards, entirely unable to help herself. Still, once he's there... She takes a few deep breaths, calming herself as she studies her...well, she's not sure what to call him. He's not tormenting her yet after all. Instead she places both her hands on her hips, fingers drumming slowly as she glares at him from beneath her hat. "Because they're mine! I found them first, that's why! Now you better damn well give them back or...or..." she stumbles on her words for a second, at a loss for what to say. "Or there will be hell to pay! Just you wait! I..I'll...dammit! Give those back to me!"

Slimer is amazed at her temerity, she stands before him not frightened but actually making demands. Hell to pay huh, sounds interesting. So, you want them because you found them? Thats makes them yours in some sense, I suppose. Unfortunately, I have great need of them. Do you know about great needs? he grins lustily at her body and continues, Based on your logic, I found you. Does that mean you are mine, to do with as I please?

The girl opens her mouth to reply, but freezes as she listens to the creature. Her cheeks begin to glow and she slowly shuts her mouth and shakes her head. "No..." she whispers, and then a little more forcefully. "No! You didn't find me! So you don't get to do with me as you please! And don't you dare talk to me about great needs. Big bastard like you, running around and abusing poor girls! You ought to be ashamed of yourself..or..something..." She swallows hard and begins to slowly edge around the room. The thing sure isn't going to trade words with her for long after all. "Big...meanie!"

Slimer is beyond amused to the point of near hysteria as she continues on with her ranting and raving at him. Close to bursting out with a roaring laugh he listens to her bravado, unfortunately for her he notices her edging around the room. Turning and walking to the door he closes it witb utmost care his actions deliberate and slow to taunt her hoping for more laughs.

Big meanie, huh? Well, what exactly have I done thats been mean? I guess closing the door for you now was polite, but I like to work openings for women. I mean you weren't planning on leaving were you, simply going to shut the door right? Not planning on leaving, with out your lighter were you? His voice full of mirth as he was close to laughing the entire time.