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"Hi, Bella~!" Junko grinned and waved to the ghoul, looking very excited. It'd been forever since she'd seen the witch! Far too long, really. She was glad to see her again and especially glad she was doing something with the first club she had ever joined. It was..somewhat bittersweet to see it back in action considering its original leader was...

...She didn't want to think about that.

Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts! Junko perked up a bit at the mention of someone running for student council. "Oh? Who's running?" She looked genuinely interested to see who was running for what. Junko had considered running again but she wasn't sure. Vice President had been a lot more work than she thought it would be especially after having President temporarily dumped on her so suddenly. She wasn't sure she wanted to risk that kind of thing happening again. She'd let someone else try..while offering counsel if they needed it? That worked! "Mort?" Hmm..she didn't know Mor--oh wait! Yes she did! Kind of. From Groanspring. "What is Mort running for, Bella?" Junko asked while toying with a blue tie.

Bella made a few introductions and Junko looked up again to see who they were for. Sal...was..

...

"Um..it's...nice to meet you." There was someone under all of that? Junko squinted a bit as if trying to get a better look at him. "Sal?" Lizzy distracted her shortly after with a suggestion that made her hair lift like an animal's ears would perk.

"Rejoin? Of course!" Junko smiled again, her hands clapping together. "I'd love to! May I, Bella? Please~?"

In her excitement she was completely unaware of the Food Chain Competition that her soulmate and Yin were silently having.

((Belated token handing out... I kind of feel like Oprah...













Tokens for ERRBODY!!!))

Student Council...? Ah, that made more sense! "I see! So they advance based on their apparent work ethic and social prowess?" The lanky Horseman mimed stroking his chin, though really his fingers brushed over a bloodied scarf. "Not so different then, I suppose." He murmured to himself thoughtfully. He wasn't voted into his Sage status, but he certainly worked his robed a** off to get it.

Introductions took his attention and as the witch introduced Yin and the ghouls, and he took the time to look at each in turn, committing names and faces to memory for later.

"Lizzy, Junko, Yin." He said in way of greeting, his various trinkets clinking as he leaned into a bow. "A pleasure to meet such...interesting young ones~" There was something akin to amusement in his voice, recalling how easily the pink haired one became a critic. "Yin...you are Alex's...hrm, friend, are you not?" He wasn't sure what to call them; Alex had used quite a few titles for the boil.

Ponies can stomp you both, little insects.

"Yes?" His gaze focused on the ghoul with the plethora of hair who had said his name in such a questioning manner, his head tilting as he watched the ends curl and move. Interesting! He had never seen that before! He wanted to touch it, maybe take a piece for Mahir, but...that might be rude. Maybe. "Sentinent hair? Is that a spell or a racial quirk?"

Junko had just given Belladonna all the feels. For a long moment the witch only stood there, eyes sparkling with reunited friendship and a smile on her face. Junko didn't hate her. Sweet, darling little Junko who was kind and precious and "Of course you can join!" The witch ran to find the sign up sheet and happily scrawled the ghoul's name onto it. While she was there, she snatched up a tie to bring back to the little crowd gathered. "Mort's running for secretary! I think he's the only one running in that category, but still! Support would be lovely!"
Speaking of lovely, wowza! That outfit Mr. Bare Chest over there had put together was amazing! Belladonna 'oooh'd appreciatively, even going so far as to give a little clap for him. When Lizzy questioned her on it, the witch nodded her head vigorously. And then waved the sign up sheet in Mr. Bare Chest's face.

An innocent question from Sal made the witch freeze up and she wormed her way closer to the horseman, where she placed a light hand on his arm.
"Ooohhh, Yin and Alexander aren't too good friends anymore." She gave Sal a meaningful look that hopefully crossed the barriers of culture and race. But she tacked on a smile before she tilted her head to look at Junko.
"Racial!" She offered for her, before she leaned toward the ghoul a bit. "Has The Mistress calmed down any? And are you still dating Seiji?!" The last bit was not asked in confidence and instead asked in bright tones that were louder than she had intended.

Score: 43

No that was defiantly not what Elvis looked like in the least bit. He pondered over another box and another doll leaving the Mr. Bean looking one all too itself. He would pretend he had nothing to do with that one. Finally he found the box filled with leather and all the tight pants he could desire. He even found a pompadour wig he could put on the dolls head.

When he was finished dressing it up he felt far more proud of this one then he did the other. It at least LOOKED closer to Elvis. But somehow it still didn't look right...

He hadn't noticed the Tikbalang, but only because he had been distracted. But as more of the young ones looked over in the male's direction he too became curious, red eyes drifting over towards the work of fashion art that had been created.

"Congratulations on a fantastic piece, little warrior." Sal was smiling behind his bloody scarf, no real malice in his voice if one didn't count the near-constant almost patronizing tone he always had.

Bella slid up to him, and Sal leaned down to hear her, much like an adult trying to hear a shy toddler. What she had to say surprised him, but only slightly. "Not good friends? That is quite the shame..." Straightening to his full height, the Sage heaved a disappointed sigh. "After he sought me out to help, too! Such a pity."

Oh well, things happen. Salbei quite literally shrugged it off and turned his attention back towards Junko and her impressive hair. Racial? Fascinating. His stare, while lidded, was almost calculating as he tried to bring up any knowledge he had on creatures with sentinent hair. When he spoke next, it was clear he drew a blank.

"If you don't mind my asking my dear, what are you?" She did have such interesting hair!

So there was someone underneath all those scarves! Junko blinked. It wasn't just a walking pile of laundry.

Or maybe it was.

"Eh? Oh, yes it's ra--" Belladonna answered for her. She blinked, blushing a bit. The witch asked another question and Junko opened her mouth to answer only for the ghoul to ask another question. "Well, we--er.." She'd forgotten how excitable Bella was. Junko blushed and just waited for Bella to calm down. Just wait for her to calm down, it'd be okay. She even counted to twenty, deciding that if Bella hadn't asked anything else by the time she finished it was safe to answer. Her smile was warm and friendly when she finally answered.

"The Mistress and I have come to an understanding. I can control my own hair now, too. It's really nice. And yes, I am. He's around here somewhere..I think he's at the Fitness booth. He volunteered to help out with the dunk tank over there." Junko made a slight face at that. The dunk tank wasn't her thing but she definitely wanted to try and get him whenever it came his turn for it. Revenge was to be had for the last time he dunked her into the school's pool. Hopefully it wouldn't end up like her attempt to dunk Bul and instead she hit herself and then some poor innocent soul at another booth. She never did find out who her ball hit if it had hit anyone. She hoped it didn't..

"So Mort's running for secretary? I thought about running for that, but I think one year in the council is more than enough for me." She giggled and grinned, her smile falling when she heard Yin explained a little more on something Bella had said. Eh? Was something wrong..?

Junko hadn't noticed the way Sal was looking at her until he spoke up again this time asking what she was, perking up a bit and tilting her head to one side. Her hair followed suit, twisting and writhing around her in a neutral motion. "I'm a Futakuchi-onna! Like Bella said, our hair is a uh..racial trait as you put it. I also have a second mouth, see?" She turned around so the horseman could see the back of her head and reached back to part her hair with her hands, revealing The Mistress' toothy grin.

"Hello there~." She crooned, offering out a tendril of hair in a gesture similar to shaking hands. She didn't exactly have hands to shake with so Junko's hair would have to do.

Though she had tried to save Yin from the inevitable fall from having to inform the group of his break up with Alexander, Belladonna wasn't quick enough. Or, at least, Yin hadn't found her explanation enough and had instead added his own little bit. His own little bit was a smite confusing, so when the witch stopped to consider it, her eyes widened to nearly saucer size and she stared at the boil, baffled by his words. He seemed so... So... Not the bonding type!
"B-bonded?!" Belladonna murmured, shrinking back behind Sal, just the littlest bit. Why would Yin and Alexander have rushed into something like that? What was it exactly!? Was it like marriage with all the additional... Activities?! The Fright Night atmosphere had certainly made the witch a little more excited than usual.
Unfortunately for Yin, his next attempt at clothing was still quite good and the witch only stepped back from Sal to wave the sign up sheet at him some more.

As for her excitability, the witch noticed Junko's pause before answering and it made her wince. The ghoul had always been a bit shy, but Belladonna felt just awful she had overstepped her bounds and gotten too excited. Instead the witch lowered her voice and almost patted her arm, but thought better of it and instead just gave Junko a smile.
"That is excellent to hear. I am very happy for you both. Ah, hello Mistress!" The witch waved absently at the little tendrils that looped around themselves, but her hands clenched back under her face and though she tried very, very hard, she still couldn't help the outpouring of questions. At least these came a bit slower. "Yes, Secretary! Ooohh, is being on the student council difficult? He's never run for something like that before, but he's responsible enough to handle it, I'm sure. What all did you do? Was it stressful?" Momentarily her face wilted at the idea of adding more stress onto the poor zombie. Then she blinked and smiled again. "I haven't seen you in ages, so you most likely do not know, but we're dating."

Further distraction came from the red clad Horseman who offered her a rather unfortunate runway model. The witch blinked at it, shook her head and then smiled up at Eisheth.
"I do believe she's wearing it wrong. Thank you very much!" She smiled warmly, silently inviting the Horsewoman to join their little group of conversation, but in no way pushing. Already she looked put out, and the witch was not going to make anyone upset. Not tonight!