It was the sort of thing one might expect when introducing a dog and a cat for the first time, gazes locked the two beings stared each other down, waiting for some sort of signal to action. Even the human portion of the room had tensed up dramatically, each one coming to the same realization after a few seconds of suppressing the urge to reach for what wasn't there; no one had their weapons. Still, bluffing was half a battle anyway, right? Glancing side eyed at each other, Konekomaru, Shiemi and a suddenly very interested Yukio wordlessly agreed to ACT prepared. They could still surprise the opposition, if nothing else surely fend it off providing Rin didn't do something unpredictable. It sure would have been nice if both Bon and Shima had been here, however.

The two boys immediately prepared for the worst, drawing their tactics out as fast as they could, scrambling for an answer somewhere between protecting Izumo's body and fending off an unknown demon possession; Izumo had been pretty weak, neither of the two limited their thoughts to merely the nine tails alone, even if that was the most likely possibility.

It was only Shiemi who was still looking at Izumo and not the demon threat she posed, the blonde girl furrowed her brow in concentration, she hadn't noticed anything different? Well, obviously Izumo was going through something hard right now and painful, but she was trying so hard to grow from this. If there was anything that Shiemi knew for sure it was that. Did demons want that too? If one had snuck in she supposed there was no reason it had to be bad, maybe it was like Rin? But then, Rin was a special case. Shiemi clenched her small hands in her sleeves, she was doing it again, she just didn't know what she was supposed to do to know. Her instincts told her she wasn't afraid though, she'd just have to go with that.

Barely a half inch of movement and the two sets of demon eyes snapped to her, she almost jumped out of her skin, but aside from a quick flinch she managed not to set the whole room off. Even her fellow exorcists looked fit to explode off of that and she felt curiously sheepish, opening her mouth to speak, she managed to make herself look determined. "A-are you I-Izumo?"

Those gold eyes widened a little and Izumo lifted her head sharply as if suprised, but the movement was sudden enough to make Rin bristle some, his tail curving up aggressively behind him. The sharp ears atop Izumo's head flicked back and two incredibly plump tails behind her flared outward to meet the aggression, attempting to make her look larger than she was.

"I-…" Was all the girl managed to get out before Rin made a move forward, Izumo squeaked and hopped back against her bed, falling onto it with the momentum and scrambling over it. "Why is he looking at me like that!?" she yelled, diving for the side table where she'd placed her summoning circle.

Shiemi, Konekomaru and Yukio stared at her in dumb shock, it took Rin walking right over to her and peering into her face for them to flinch into action, they lifted their hands up and came over to try and ease Rin away from the clearly unnerved girl. Yukio needed a much harder jolt out of his shock before he could slap on the usual convincing smile, provided swiftly by some encouragement from Shiemi.

Rin resisted being pulled back for a long moment, he peered closely into the gold eyes Izumo sported, his gaze sliding up to her pointed ears lingering on them a long moment and then down to her tails before they returned to her face. A sudden snort escaped him and he laughed toothily as he finally allowed himself to be urged back. "pfff. You look super cute!"

Izumo narrowed her eyes at the half demon, a confused look of anger on her face, not before she turned a stunning beet red from the neck up though. She opened her mouth to yell something at him but found she couldn't summon much if anything to retort. Sure some girls want to hear they're cute, Izumo would neither confirm nor deny if she was one of them, but why had he said it like he found it FUNNY?! "At least I'm not an idiot like you!" she yipped somewhat lamely and belatedly, her tails fluffing up behind her.

"Hey!" Rin flared up a little, but in his usual low key hot tempered way, struggling against a chuckling Yukio. "At least now your eyebrows finally match your face!" the half demon let out a triumphant grin, quite proud of his devastating retort. Izumo twitched a forementioned brow at him incredulously, forcing herself not to move her hands and check - if that moron had burned them off or something she was going to make him suffer. The compulsion to check she didn't look like a fool in front of her friends eventually won out and she turned around while Rin was being quietly admonished by Yukio, she glanced over her shoulder as she reached for her pocket mirror hoping for her prides sake that Rin wasn't seeing this, only to be met with a winning leer from the half demon (who was obviously taking in none of Yukio's advice),practically giddy with his victory. Izumo gritted her teeth and pretended to grab something else instead, pink faced with two parts anger and embarrassment.

Casually turning back and flicking her hair with one hand, she stiffened slightly when she accidentally flicked something with her slender finger tips. It was quite an experience to feel like you just flicked yourself in the ear when your hand was quite a ways from that area. The room went quiet again as she reached back up, eyes wide and pawed at her head, she flinched away from where she stood, back to the draw and scrambled through it once again for her mirror but her hands were shaking too much to pick it up. It clattered around a bit before she finally got purchase on it, but by that point her brain was going a mile a minute.

Was it still inside her? Was she going to end up like her mmothe? Was she going to rot away? Hurt people?

Izumo hyperventilated loudly, frozen, desperately clutching the fox shaped pocket mirror in her hand, she sensed movement and she screamed, pushing back against the side table so hard a vase of flowers crashed to the floor next to her. "STAY BACK!!!" she didn't want to hurt anyone, least of all the few people she had left. She wanted to be friends, she hadn't even told them yet, how she felt… how sorry she was.

Shiemi made to move forward, jumping a little at the sound of glass breaking, she reached out, not wanting Izumo to step on it- but that's exactly what she did, trying to maintain her distance. In response to her mistake Shiemi reached out and clutched Yukio's sleeve, pulling him back a little with her and staring at Izumo's feet, determined not to make it worse on top of her first mistake.

The smell of blood permeated the air, mingling with the water at the bottom of the vase, it smelled so familiar… well, the smell wasn't exactly familiar, was more the taste. Rin could taste it on his tongue, feel it on his teeth, it distracted him a little from the urge to comfort Izumo's fear. Well, more than a little. Unconsciously Rin slid his tongue over his fangs, a distant memory of fire and heat and aching lingering at the edges of his vision. If anyone knew what Izumo was going through right now, it was definitely him, he had the experience to help her, he wasn't great with the words or the approach – but if he could pull it together for just a second he could help.

"Izum-…." Rin started but the moment he moved forward he could smell her even more, something about it felt like someone had just struck him in the spine and he tensed up a little, bit on his tongue as it tried to rove over his teeth again, searching for something that wasn't there.

Izumo herself had devolved to standing there with her fingers pressed to her temple, she was emitting some mantra under her breath, her receding gold eyes wide and wild with the terrors of this new reality. She didn't even feel the glass in her feet, the now red puddle of water gave her something to stare at though, something to feed all of her thoughts to.

A sudden cartoonist crack.

Then the smell of tea and sugar filled the air. The room was darkly lit, but memorable all the same, dark maroon woods, black metal, deep red walls and drapes, then a cacophony of gaudy merchandise on top of what might have been construed as class. Izumo was still staring in shock at her feet, and naturally without being able to feed on the usual human reaction to jumping from one scene to another in the blink of an eye, Mephiso pouted. It was an almost guaranteed winner unless one was dealing with other demons. The eccentric demon moved his hands under his chin and eyed the young female from over his table, his gaze was light, but piercing, being looked through, rather than at. This was perhaps the first time in a while he was content to wait for the young miss to return to her senses, rather than steer the fun to his own schedule -this was going to be a riot, either way.

A small smile pulled a the man's lips as he eyed the bandaging on the budding young exorcist's neck, "You must forgive my little brother, young demons can get ahead of themselves… hormones and all that." Mephisto waved his hand dismissively toward his own statement, seemingly trying not to chortle too obviously, though the poorly disguised glee in his tone left the attempt somewhat hollow. "Well, maybe not just young demons..."

Izumo finally looked up, a few of the words had reached her, but more so the recognition that someone who could help her was here. She calmly took in the room, waiting for her emotions to catch up, but they were lagging quite a lot further than she thought. The young girl rubbed her palms against the arms of the chair, to make sure she could still feel at all. Clutching it tightly and curling her nails into the surface a little, she wondered if she still had ears -fox ears, were her hands claws? She couldn't bring herself to look at her skin for fear of seeing the flesh peeling away.

Suddenly, flinching up in her seat, she found that her hand was being grasped by a much larger one, lifted up from the surface of the chair, probably to protect the delicate covering. Mephisto placed her palm on one of his hands and covered the back with the flat of his other palm, drawing his finger pads up her small wrist. It may have been a comforting gesture but Izumo had never felt shivers like that before as they echoed through her body just under her skin.

"My my, aren't you beautiful…" The old demon chuckled, his knowing tone making Izumo frown, she coloured a little, uncertain but she definitely felt it; In response to Mephisto's close proximity and the… touching -she felt it happen this time, like a stuck door giving way to weight behind it.

"What is…happening to me?"