Reaver merely nods, for her part. She doesn't seem quite as gleeful as the others-- she will be working against Hell, and even if her former masters aren't of Phelegethos, if Atelia ever slips up or releases her back to Baator, the hamatula will be in a world of trouble, and, more than likely, hurt. Still, she knows her mistress will need her to gain some legitimacy among those who are part of the cult, and that she can't afford to sit this one out.<br/><br/>Maplepink stands, and smiling, nods. "Yes, mistress." She doesn't seem quite as nervous as earlier, now that she's had time to talk with the others about it and prepare herself. Nightshade echoes her, a small smirk on her lips the only indication of how much she's looking forward to fighting the minions of Hell. Lemonscent is, of course, a little less subtle, grinning wide. "Let's go." Hopefully she'll display a little more discretion when they're trying to infiltrate the cult...<br/>