The Hatter and The Hare?! (Mature)

Sylas pulls out his own phone, googling the coordinates. He holds up an image of Antarctica. "I think you were just saying something about this?"

She nodded, "So it's not L... Never mind. If she's giving us Saca, we all need to head for him."

Sylas stands, sighing. "Here's the question. Should we call Lord Death and organize the entire DWMA, or should we keep it to just us and Maka's group?"

"I would keep Lord Death informed, but I wouldn't risk the students needlessly. We should be able to handle it as a group." Asuka reasoned.

Sylas nods, standing. "Any word on Aiko?"

"Released this morning." she said simply.

Sylas nods. "Weird. Thought Sozen said she still had a few more days..."

She shrugged, "Unless someone lied to me. And knowing Sozen's opinion of me, I wouldn't put it past him."

As if to prove her point, Aiko and Sozen walk down from the street towards them from the the hotel. Aiko waves, though she still looks a little weak.

Asuka smiled lightly, "Aiko! Feeling better, I hope?"

She nods weakly. "I'm walking, if that's any consolation..." Sozen waves at the group, saying nothing.

Asuka nodded, "This is Beyril. She's going to be helping us out. She's a pretty talented meister."

Beyril blushed, "Nice to meet you..."

Sylas sits back down. "So, we're just missing Stein and Naga...Can we hold our strategy session tomorrow? I'm a little worn out..."

She nodded, "Of course, Sylas. You've had a trying day."

Sylas offers a hand to Beyril. "C'mon. I'm sure you'd like some rest too..."

Beyril nodded, taking his arm, "I certainly could..."

Sylas nods, leading her back into the hotel. As soon as they step inside, howeven, Mad Sylas reappears in front of them, still holding Beyril's clothes. "I'll have to think of a creative way to get rid of her..."

Beyril froze, hiding behind Sylas.

Sylas continues walking, pulling her along. He walks right through him, not saying a word.

Beyril tries to hide, but follows Sylas.

Sylas rings the elevator, and Mad Sylas follows them, staying silent but grinning widely.

Mad Beyril stood stark naked in the elevator, "Going my way, doll?" She winked.

Sylas doesn't say a word, pressing the button for their floor. Mad Sylas enter the elevator, winking at Mad Beyril. "So, hun, what do you say we show these two how it's done when we get to the room?"

She grinned, "I'd love to."

Sylas drops Beyril's hand, punching right through Mad Sylas's head. He glares murderously at his other half. "I'm going to find a way to put you in a body, and then I'm going to kill you, understand?"