The feel of being Bahzell was incredible. The sword in his hands was perfection, and nearly as big as Bot. Coral had tried fencing before, but he was too big, and too aggressive. It hadn't worked out. The thought made him smile slightly, since he was a full foot taller than in real life now. Plus damn he felt good. Probably going to need all that to keep Botany safe. The girl was... impossible.<br/><br/>He straightened from his practice strikes to look down at her. It was odd. It wasn't too difficult when she was talking, because she sounded so Canadian, and so like herself even if the tone was more musical around the edges now. Looking at the angel crouched in the grass though... nothing alike. Not that he looked like a Hradini in real life, but seriously.<span style="font-style: italic">An angel.</span>Long blonde hair, giant brilliant white wings held slightly out and trailing over the grass, white dress. It was difficult to imagine anything less like her. She was, however, doing her version of behaving herself, which was focusing on one thing and ignoring the rest of the world. The perverse side of him couldn't allow that, so he reached out and ran his fingers over the curve of one wing, making her shiver and look at him. The eyes were too blue and he felt himself frowning. "Voices are coming closer." He felt his ears twitch. That was such an odd sensation.<br/><br/>"I'm trying..." Botany started to speak, but then some white haired guy addressed them. Coral stepped in front of her as she stood up, feeling himself frowning at the group and opened his mouth. Of course at that moment another person appeared and Botany mumbled, "I should watch more anime. Maybe I'd know what's going on." It made him smile. He watched enough anime with his adopted son (who was rather obsessed), but not this one, so he was in the dark as well. Coral watched them both closely, hands tightening on his massive sword. When the 'Grimmjow' threatened the girls, well specifically Bot, he was flooded with rage like he'd never felt.<br/><br/>The creature was lucky he vanished, because Coral was not known for impulse control at the best of times. As the man vanished Bot said... well something about ripping off parts of anatomy if he tried it, ending with the impolite version of mofo. It backed the rage off a little, made him smile. "How about if I do the tearing people apart? I'm a bit more suited for it." He felt his voice coming out much more... growly than intended. The rage was still simmering inside him, as if waiting for a target. At the moment he felt like he didn't dare look at the other group. He focused on Botany. She protested, "Hey! Angel's are strong!" He eyed her. His bicep was bigger than her waist. "They're also supposed to be good. Are you good? Nah girl."<br/><br/>Botany smiled, and now that expression was all her, "I'm very, very good Coral." Her teasing, the smile, the inside joke, was pushing the rage away. He still told her, "You're not helpful." Botany gave her usual answer, "No one pays me to be helpful honey." Contrary to the statement she turned to face the white haired man and cheerfully stated, "No idea! You gave him a name, but you figure that's not who he is? Because the whole you aren't who you are thing?" Her head tilted slightly to the side, golden hair drifting to halo her innocent face.<br/><br/>Coral finally felt like he could breathe and tried a quick glance over at the girl who asked if she was supposed to be evil. "Botany is supposed to be evil. Trust me. She's only ever nice to keep you guessing." Botany rolled her eyes and he smiled. She protested, "Coral, they'll think your serious. You always sounds so serious when you're being sarcastic." He looked at her, "Who said I was being sarcastic?" Botany gave a little huff, "Don't mind him, he's an idiot. I'm sure you can be whatever you want to be. Maybe your just the same... species as that guy."<br/><br/>Coral gestured toward JD, seeing the girl was standing pretty close to the short guy, "Look he's your friend right?" Wild guess actually, but he was good at people and the body language said so. "He doesn't have a hole. Wouldn't being friends be more important than whatever body you got stuck in here? Like Botany said, evil is a choice. I mean except for her, she's just evil, can't help it." Botany poked him in the side, surprisingly hard. He just chuckled.