she blinks "wait what are you talking about sniffing for what?" she would look at her oddly "what are there perverted teachers or something?" she had notice Sayuri was sniffing but for what.

"I wish it was just instructors. There are beasts here that will make your sister's wrath seem like a pleasant breeze." Worried eyes settled on Sable. "Normally I'd be happy to hear you haven't met one, but given your sisters' legacies, I get the sense that won't last." Brown eyes sank lower in the collar of the cloak as Sayuri sighed heavily.

she would fold her arms and started to chuckle and then laugh out loud "oh come on monsters?!?" she would laugh and roll on the floor before sitting up and and laugh louder "I think you been watching way to much hentai movies you mean to tell me that there are sex crazed monsters running around campus fucking poor students please."

she would wipe a tear form her eyes before looking at her it didn't same like she was joking

"come on there can't be monsters like that their only in hentai.."

The older woman snarled softly and leaned swiftly forward, pressing her head away from the cloak and staring burningly into Sable's eyes.

"What, you think this is some hazing? You think I just figured out how to get into any of the rooms in the dorms because I was bored? You think I'd lie to you about something so serious?" she said, the snarl slowly leaving her voice. She bent closer, her eyes glimmering in the darkened room. One hand pressed into the floor, parting the cloak and giving a hint of the lack of covering underneath, as Sayuri met the other woman's gaze unflinchingly, almost unblinkingly.

she would look at her and fold her arms "im sorry but really monsters their not real.." she says with a sigh and rolled her eyes as she turns her back on her "hey when I see these monsters which is a fat chance then I'll believe but for now its bullshit..."

Sayuri's hand snapped up into the air as if she would slap the younger girl. It halted itself and trembled above her, rose as if it would make good on the threat, then lowered.

"Ask your sister when she has words with you. Or Michael. She met one," the feral woman said as she started to curl back from Sable. Her head rested in her right hand as she sat back. "I suppose even then you won't believe, though. Promise me one thing. Never go into the basement unless you must, and do your best to keep out of trouble. You don't want to know what they think is 'appropriate punishment' around here."

she would put her arms above her head "oh yeah what they'll force you to do homework..." she would sigh hearing her ex former roomie's name "Micheal... moved out of my dorm..." she would plop down on the couch and sighed

"I can't blame her tho..."

The cloak was shoved off as the woman turned her bare back to Sable. Nimble fingers began tracing over scars marring her otherwise taut skin in interlacing, chaotic patterns.

"They do this to you, with whips and chains and knives, until you scream your forgiveness and beg them to kill you. I know you probably don't believe me, but it's the truth. It's not like I could have done those to myself," she said, turning over her left shoulder to look back at the younger woman and settle on her left hand. The leather and metal bracelet shifted towards her hand as she once more fixed Sable with a steady gaze.

she was in shock to see scars and gulp "holy did they did this to Kim as well?" she says while looking at them she had no idea she had those scars "if this place does that then why the hell did they send Kim and me?!"

"They did, though I'm not sure she shows it. They can heal you in sickening ways, and I haven't inspected her for wounds in some time. As for why we're all here, the only thing I can say for certain is that we're like deer to them, released into a controlled environment and hunted for sport." The dark-haired woman stuck a hand into the cloak and pulled out a scavenged blade from the kitchens, then held it out to Sable with her left hand.

she would shudder at the thought and then looked at her as she gave her the blade "and just what the hell do you want me to do with this im not like Evy I don't fight.." she says frowning

"You should probably learn to. The knife will help. It's really not a terribly difficult concept. Pointy end goes in things you don't like," Sayuri said with a brief, wry grin. "Though, if you'd rather not have it about, I can understand." She opened her hand back out, palm up, to take the knife back if she was offered it, and in the process unintentionally revealed the series of thin, lateral scars over her lower arm and wrist.

she would hand the sword back to her and sighed "it sounds tempting but I am a lover not a fighter.." she says with a sly grin and would look at her and smirk

"you love her don't you Evy I mean..."

A soft, wistful smile softened Sayuri's expression. "With every ounce of me, I do. I'd do anything for her." Sayuri's eyes glazed over in pleasant memories and slid away from Sable to stare at nothing over her shoulder. With the small weapon still loose in her grasp, she settled her hand into her lap and sighed contentedly.

she would sigh "I see I wish I had someone like that tho after what happen I think I blew my chance at love." she would look at the woman's body and smirk licking her lips but shakes her head trying to fight it