Desmond nodded curtly, his blue eyes narrowing momentarily. What the fuck was with all this? It was a complete mess. "I'd like to punch wotever git did this." He grumbled and turned to Angela and the others. "Oi loves, is that okay? Patrolling the school? If someone is here we ought t'try an' catch them while we can." He ran one hand through his dark hair, wincing at the tangles. God damn it. Everything sucked right now. "This is retarded mates. Did you know that? Absolutely sodding retarded. I thought the school was creaated t'keep messes like this at bay." He shot the professors a scathing look, as though it were their fault that this had happened -- that defenses were down. Well, damn it, they shouldn't be so... bloody... old. Right useless they were when it came to battle. Glancing from Quinn to Kamal and then back to Angela, he shook his head. "Lets get on with it then."
((NOTE: After the next round of replies we'll be ending the scene and hopefully our characters can move on from there. We're a couple of REAL days behind now due to this mini-story-line taking a bit longer than we thought it would.))