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Green Tent

It was, again, only thanks to Iris that Toby showed no sign of alarm when someone passed her what felt like a bottle (water?), the scareon being courteous enough to warn her via paw-tap so that she could feign a weak smile in turn and accept it without fumbling. She did, her 'thank you' perhaps too weak and quiet to hear, but the sentiment was still there, right? ... And besides, the other body in the tent wasn't long to stay there, once he-- if the voice was any giveaway-- heard a wisp of conversation from one of the other tents.

... There was shock in his tone. It was understandable.

Who would have believed something so absolutely ridiculous as this?

There was crying too that she could hear from some female, one that sounded vaguely familiar in tone, yet she did not know formally. The falsicorn figured there'd be more of it before this all ended, and perhaps a tear or two had even streaked down her face from that horn-- but one of the few advantageous things about her unusual sight was that peers often assumed one just incapable of crying to begin with. They were wrong in that assumption, of course, but she did not wish to correct them.

"You know..." she muttered softly to the lone, fluffy comfort comfort in her lap, absently fumbling to crack the lid of her water bottle and take a small swallow. That accomplished, she held it down by where she could only approximate Iris's head was, and held it for the scareon to carefully tilt it and get his own sip. "It's the repetition of saying it that's just..."

He understood without her having to finish, and put a paw gently on her forearm. She didn't need any more invitation to bury her face in his neck again.

Red was dead.

Red is dead.

She wished she didn't have to hear it any more, but there was nothing else she could do. It felt like everyone was saying it, and they'd keep on saying it again with each new person voicing their disbelief. There was no coming back from what the professor had suffered... but "death" was often just so cheap a concept in Halloween that, when it finally happened for real, no one seemed even remotely prepared to handle it.

GODDESS OF THE TENTS - PURPLE

Cricket had taken a moment to clean some things, namely bandages, before she went over to check on her newest patient. "Well, you seem coherent." she said calmly, touching the ghoul's head to start looking it over with a sort of gingerness she'd never really display outside of her craft.

"How does your head feel? Is your vision alright? Any lightheadedness, blurriness, ringing in your ears, headaches..." Cricket began to list things off as she did her check, having no problem in interrupting the conversation going on between the team reunion.

Blue Tent

Malodore quickly crouched at Night's side, examining the ghost with some concern. Looked like head trauma, but nothing it couldn't handle with a bit of fine stitchery. Hopefully it wouldn't scar. "I can stitch that up for you - I am assisting Nurse Cricket with patients," it offered.

The more Astra spoke, the more Sammy cringed, her hope was what made it the worst. Sammy had accepted that Red was gone, it didn't make it easier but this time, this time it was different and their teacher had made that lesson very clear. All that hope was drained away when Cricket spoke again. It was if the whole room became colder, her own mood going farther south as the Nurse seemed to radiate her very emotion to the room and those especially close by.

Slowly she curled up, her knees drawing closer till they nearly pressed her stomach shaking as she started to cry against the pillow. She could see Toby in the other tent, curled up against Iris and it pained her to not have Siddie, Shehk, or her own Scareon Ixxy to hold. Clutching to her ice pack she tried to curl up even more, to just vanish on that cot and wake up else where, someplace where this had never happened and everything was still okay.

But it didn't happen.

She was still in a cot, battered and near broken, one arm burned black and cracked from heat, the other wrapped in bandage to sooth the skin. Part of her wondered if she would eventually need a new body like Amrita had done. Her arm was burned black and felt oddly different, it wasn't like the other times where it was just physically damaged, she had held it up against Red's flames and that was something far different like the JOY that had scarred her side. In the end it only caused her to cry even more, what would Siddie say when she see's her? Arm burned and cracked like this.

Purple Tent

((Entering from SPAAAACE))

Johan had never been so happy to see the gymnasium. He'd hobbled through the portal as fast as his battered body could manage, barely sparing a glance for any of the activity outside the Haunted House.

A glance at the sign on the Red Tent told him where he needed to go. Seeing several others had already made it, including the cowboy who'd been so encouraging when Johan had suggested the ultimately useless idea of rune-recreating.

Come to think of it, he'd been largely useless the entire trip, except as a punching bag. Fried, stomped, and re-fried. If Colette hadn't given him those pumpkin pills, he probably would be in the Red Tent now. As it was, all the visible skin on the Reaper, his face and hands, had been badly burned, the latter were slowly oozing blood. His clothing had mostly withstood the final onslaught of flame, though the jumpsuit wouldn't be fit for use even as a rag after this. For once, parts of him being crystal worked to his advantage, as his torso had withstood the pressure of Red stepping on him.

He sat silently, limbs shaking as he waited for the Nurse's attention.

Purple tent

Hadiyya had been milling about and doing her best to offer assistance while not getting in the way of Maladore or Nruse Cricket. Mostly this included helping through with limited mobility get to where they needed to go, along with fetching anything that needed fetching. She had yet to say a whole lot though, shock or worry gluing her tongue to the roof of her mouth as she moved about. Least until she saw a familiar white haired reaper hobble his way in and take a seat on a cot.

"Johan!" Immediately the djinn rushed over to him, one hand reaching out as if she'd touch his shoulder before freezing mid air as she slowed to a stop. He didn't like to be touched, she knew that, but Jack damnit. The tips of dark fingers trembled before she let her hand fall to her side. It was clearly a mark of the ghouls self control that she hadn't simply thrown her arms around the boil, jack knows she wanted to. She'd been so worried over everyone that had left on the trip, and that worry only grew with the impromptu class on fearhealing.

Purple Tent

Johan looked up, eyes a larger mass of bruises than usual, but still able to focus on her. That he didn't flinch when her hand automatically moved towards his shoulder was a tell to how tired he was. That he actually felt glad to see her, even more so, though there was no outward indication of the fact on his face.

Instead, he reached out, and hesitantly took her hand, guiding her towards the end of the cot to sit. What he had to tell her was best taken sitting down.

"Haddiya." he started, knowing there was probably a softer way to break this to her, but unable to think of it right now. He took a deep breath, some of the sorrow appearing on his face, though his eyes remained dry as they met hers. "Professor Red died."