Diego frowned in worry as Mimi reacted to the television, covering her ears and mewling like a scared kitten. The way her hair shifted colors so smoothly was hypnotizing and he watched it shift from a bright pink and regal purple to mellow shades of azure. Obviously the shade of her hair reflected her inner feelings and by the sorrowful blue of her hair, Diego knew that the television was bothering her. More than likely she had sensitive hearing if a simple burst of laughter from the television bothered her so. He racked his brain and found what he was looking for. Quickly taking up the remote, he switched channels until an old cartoon came on, an episode of Batman: The Animated Series. He turned the volume down and hoped that Mimi would find the new program more enjoyable than the last. He spotted Nicole exiting the training room with Sarah in tow. He watched them as Nicole listened to ISIS give Jenny some more information about the mission before signing up herself. As she made her way to the television he simply waved, more petrified by the prospect of talking than actually "playing it cool".<br/><br/>"Diego, while I am unable to affect those more spiritual aspects of modern life such as your companion, I would ask that you stop him from breaking or moving anything. If need be I could look into various religious and spiritual ways to keep him suppressed."<br/><br/>In the kitchen,<i>he</i>was not pleased with the restraint placed on the pans and pots that had held his interest. The moment they stopped moving under his sway, he started to put more and more force upon a pan. The pan didn't sway but slowly, the pan's handle started to bend. Further and further until the handle and pot formed a right angle.<br/><br/>Diego looked up at the ceiling, designating that as the best way to talk to ISIS. Or at the very least letting the others know he was talking to her and not them. "Umm. ISIS, ma'am. I really don't believe it such a good idea to do that. They tried several different religious symbols to see what would happen. All of them made him angry.", Diego shivered at the memory,"I don't know about the injuries. What I do think the best thing to do would be to give him a way to erm, quote and quote, vent."<br/><br/>A loud clank was heard from the kitchen as<i>he</i>pulled a pot out of its restraint and dropped it to the floor. Diego whirled around on the couch and yelled hoarsely, completely unlike his normal tone, almost like a stern authority figure. "Hey! Don't do that! Take it to the training room!"<br/><br/>Diego's eyes widened before he whirled back around on the couch and apologized to Mimi for his harsh tone. Not daring to look at how the others were probably looking at him. Shit. He always messed up didn't he? He timidly looked up at the ceiling, "I think you may need to add some more dummies into the training room soon."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">___________________________________________________________​</div><br/>In the training room, obliged to follow what Diego told<i>him</i>,<i>he</i>entered. Sending the temperature down. The only people left inside were Helga and Mathew.<i>He</i>smiled deviously as he looked at what he had to work with. The bucket of earth could prove useful as well as the foam mannequins. Dragging his claws against the wall as he descended, they produced a spine-chilling sound like iron nails upon a chalkboard.<br/><br/>The sound stopped suddenly, before one of the mannequins began to move. Jerkily at first, almost like a puppet before its movements smoothed. The mannequin "looked" at itself, stretching its arms and legs out before facing Helga. Holding out its hand to her, it suddenly went up into a fist. Slowly, but surely, the middle finger rose in an almost regal fashion. It stopped and stood above the rest of her fist like a ruler before the other hand mimicked the motion, leaving a mannequin flicking off both Helga and Mathew.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>