Um... Razz scratched his head. This place isn't all that big--just tall. We all won't be too far away from each other, if you want to go with him.

Tzal glanced around the library. Though he was attempting to block his current thoughts, thoughts of someone called Momo were passing through his mind.

Iri shook her head, or she would have given that she was out of the ring. You do not understand, she thought to them rather boredly. I do not know how far I can travel from the ring. I have never been able to work it like this before. She stopped her thought speach short though. It had worked before, but she didn't want to talk about that.

Okay...we'll all go together, then. Razz grabbed Tzalmon's arm and led him over to the classical books, inciting a few grumbles from the other boy.

A chuckle came to the boy's mind at that, Tzal being drug around at least. What not used to this one on master of the dark arts, she chidded him almost hoping that he would get upset about that. It gave her something to do at least as the rows and rows of books passed them by.

Razz kept on dragging Tzalmon until he reached the proper shelves, and he began rifling through the books.

Tzal stood there, looking quite miffed indeed. "Ugh."

Iri mentally glared at Tzal with him ignoring her statement. You know, just because you act like you didn't hear me means that you are safe, she told them in an almost defiant tone. She wasn't really paying attention to the books that Razz was going through, not at the moment anyway. She had known them and seen them all created for the most part.

Just because I didn't respond doesn't mean I didn't hear you, Tzal retorted, aloof. I do not think you will attack us. Not in such a crowded place, anyway. If you're going to try and attack us, do so at my home and see what happens.

Razz eyed Tzal warily. Oh, no. You are not thinking about introducing her to Momo, are you? If Momo even exists...

Iri laughed, a dark laugh dripping with sadiaism. If you think that a change in venue and a supposedly imaginary person will effect by abilities in anyway, well, you are definitly at a loss young one. It was times like these where the demonesses confidence almost came across as cockiness, which at times is what it ends up becoming.

Big words. And to think I was going to introduce you to the only other demon I know of in this area...

Razz blinked. He's a...you never told me that! I thought he was some imaginary friend of yours!

Iri dismissed Tzal's own taunt. Another demon is of no interest to myself, she told him straight, not caught off guard like the male that held her ring. So aren't we here to look for something? She then added as if trying to get the group to focus on what they were doing in the first place.

I'll get it, I'll get it... Razz combed the shelves eagerly for the proper book until he found it. "Here it is...checkout time."

Tzalmon checked the time suddenly and perked up. "Are you going to sleep over tonight, Razz?"

Razz blinked as they headed over to the checkout counter. "Sure...if my parents allow it."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, stay where now? Iri asked, it was like a new sudden panic had come over her at this point. You never said anything about staying somewhere other than your own residence. She just wasn't sure now. It was like being somewhere other than where she had been made her uneasy and now the thought of another demon didn't seem that great, especially if this demon knew of her.

Sometimes I'll stay over at Tzal's house. He's got a big, creepy old house. It's fun to explore, because whenever you explore, you find something new, Razz informed her, contently.

...If you are worried about Momo, don't be. He is naughty, but wouldn't hurt a fly. Tzalmon closed his eyes, boredly, as Razz checked out his book.

Iri sighed knowing that boys would be boys on this one. At least they seemed confident in this. Things that were routine seemed to be safe for humans, yet for a demon it could be a whole knew experience and possibly dangerous. She couldn't determine what at the moment so only time would tell.

Razz shoved his book under his arm and then walked with Tzal out of the library. "Um...why hasn't Momo introduced himself to me, yet? You've apparently 'known' him for a month, now."

"He is wary of humans," Tzal replied simply. "He finds them amusing to tease and taunt, but he doesn't want to be too near them."

Hmm, then perhaps I will get along with this 'Momo' after all, Iri thought to them amusedly. She wasn't about to leave the ring just yet though, not until she was somewhere so it would be much easier for her to move about. More somewhere where there wasn't too much movement on their part. She wasn't sure how that would work out yet.

Well, we will see...if he is waiting for me by the front door, you should be able to see him without a problem, Tzal informed her, as they turned a corner. It seemed to be a dead end, this street. It led back to a very dark, old, creepy-looking house. This house was much older than the houses around it, and much darker.

Iri was silent for a moment, just taking in the sights of the area. It was definitly much different than that of the rest of the town, save for around her saloon. Mmm, well let's get a move on shall we? You have my interest, she told them and though her voice was calm she was just waiting to get out of the ring.

Razz, as he always was, was heavily creeped out by Tzalmon's house. He wouldn't go in or out unless Tzal was with him. "Tzal. I hate your house so much," he muttered, sourly, as they opened up the front gate.

"Thank you very much, my friend..." Tzal replied, rolling his eyes slightly.

Near the front door, only visible to Tzal and Iri, was the half-transparent form of an odd-looking little boy. He looked like a Demonic Imp...but hornless.

Oh no, this house is glorious, Iri said aloud as she took in the wonderous building. It has such a history to it you can just feel it wanting to be known. The demoness was at such a loss, she loved the place. It almost made her feel at home, at peace. She wasn't sure why Razz was freaking out; he seemed perfectly fine with meeting herself. That's when she saw the boy, he was as transparent as her own ghostly form. They were close enough to the house so that the purple veins faded and Iri's on ghostly apperistion formed before the boys. "Hmm, so you must be Momo," she said as her feet seemed to fade into the ground as she took a few steps towards him.

Momo arched an eyebrow and glanced at Tzal, wrinkling his nose playfully. You attract all kinds o' trouble, don't you?

Tzalmon scratched his head, not knowing how to respond to that.

Momo snickered, then straightened up. I'm Momo, yes. This is my house, and I share it with this bonehead. He plopped a hand down on Tzal's head.

Razz looked utterly confused, because he couldn't see Momo.

Iri chuckled at the demon's response before stopping beside Razz. "I am Iritant Hinapouri," she said as if she were treating the name with the upmost respect. "But you may call me Iri," she then added a little more relaxed. "I am from the old Saloon, this one," she jutted a finger toward Razz, "Picked me up there though I don't think he knew that he had done so."

Momo danced in place, hovering up in the air and eyeing Razz curiously. It was obvious this one was an Imp...small-bodied, mischievous, painfully casual speech... "My full name is Momo Trixibelle. Nice to meetcha', Iri."

He eyed Razz for a moment. Then, he slowly floated up to where his face was and made himself visible, raising his arms up in the air and waving them around.

"Ooga-booga-booga!"

Razz squealed, not expecting that at all, and hid behind Tzal, who was silently laughing.

Iri's face fell at Razz's reaction to Momo's appearance before shaking her head. "You do that and get a scare, I do bigger things and get nothing but a camera waved in my face," she replied almost bitterly. She wasn't going to drop the term 'deceit demon' yet, but if Momo knew what she was then that was fine she just wasn't sure about the others knowing yet. She then turned, watching Razz and a chuckling Tzal's thinking, Perhaps I'lm starting to lose my touch after all these years. It was a depressive thought, one that came with an equally depressive look.

I was tired! I'm like a zombie when I'm tired! Razz protested. And by the time I had gotten sleep...I was used to your presence.

Momo snickered. "According to Tzal, this one is dead to the world when he's tired..." He poked Razz in the arm, making him squirm.