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Roch looked at the water, then at her. With a shrug he grabbed the bottle, uncapped it, and downed it quickly. "There, all done," he said, tossing it into the trash. "It got drank, after all. Are you up to leaving?" he asked. "You might be more comfortable in your own room."

"Nah, we're back in Halloween," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "The guys in white coats left after... well... Red died," he said. "She turned into this massive monster and wound up dead. You'd have to ask someone that was there for all the details, sorry. I wound up dying after we freed everyone in the tent the second time around. It was... really confusing."

"We're in a tent, one of these tents they put up to heal the people that got hurt on the field trip. You're in the red one, cuz you had to be carried in, I guess. We're back at school, though. If you want I can help you get to your room."

"Yeah, you know I will," he said with a shrug. Guilt was eating at him, but it'd been eating at him for several things because of this jackdamn trip. He hadn't gotten in to save Lattice, he hadn't taken out any of the hunters--hell, he'd barely laid a scratch on them, and he hadn't been able to save any of his friends, even those in the tent where he'd snuck into.

He needed help with more things than he would ever admit. And in some cases, the help just couldn't make it. He followed her, moving to where he could be grabbed in case she fell. And the two headed out the tent.

Natalia followed in suit, frowning once the ghost boil's attention was snapped away; not looking anywhere in particular--just not looking at her...Shifting her gaze over to Mort as his voice provided a welcome distraction, the ghoul sighed with a passing thought. Renaissance was somewhere safe...she just knew it.

To the zombie she nodded slowly and began to lift from her seat. She didn't want to just abandon Mort in his time of need, but things were looking up for him...his arms were already attached, which was perhaps the biggest problem he had. All the smaller bits and pieces could be added rather quickly.

"Yeah, I think I should probably go see if she is in her room." Orange eyes settled heavily on the zombie, brows knitting close as she hoped he would not be all too offended by her desire to leave. "Will you be alright?" Glancing at those who still lingered and having absorbed as much of the conversation as was possible; the monster assumed he would be just fine.

But she stayed in place, standing over Mort, waiting.

Green Tent

West hesitated for a second when Savior asked him to wait, giving her his attention instead of immediately hurrying off. He watched her curiously while she reached behind her mask, his eyes widening when she pulled out a pair of pins.

He didn't try to speak for a change, rendered momentarily speechless by her offering. She was going to protect him. West had only ever exchanged pins with one person, and it had been someone he had actually managed to protect in the first place. His fingers closed around the citrusy circle and he nodded, bringing his fist back down to his side. He couldn't give her one in return.

The gym suddenly felt stifling. Giving the ghouls a fleeting wave, West hurried off without another word.

(( West has exited! ))

Nightengale XIII: Blue Tent

He thanked Maladore for stitching him up and slightly pressed his hand to the wound. It wasn't bleeding now and a simple bandage placed over the wound. The minor knicks and cut's we're treated as well. Someone took pity on him and gave him some clothing to wear albeit, a overly large shirt for the small kitten and a sweatshirt. Sighing, he zipped the hoodie up and neglected the shirt, it laid folded to the side.

Pushing himself off the bed set up in the green tent, he covered his head with the hood and tucked the shirt under his arm. As he headed out though, he smelt an all too familiar sweet scent. Simone....He looked around for his love and saw her, kneeling on the ground. Her body was tattered and bruised, barely covered and she was messing with her feet. He could see the blood.

"Simone!" He came over to her quickly, brushing the hair from her cheek before sighing in relief. She wasn't horribly damaged but...It would need more serious tending to then the green tent could offer. He looked over her again before moving to pick her up. He didn't blush at her nakedness though, more concerned with her over all health and tucked her against his chest. "Sorry Lust, I didn't mean to get blown away from you." He nuzzled her cheek, "Let me get you to the tent."

He didn't waste any time as he carried her in. "Maladore? Someone? Can you help her please?" He laid her on the same bed he had just come from. "It's okay baby, someone will help and then we can go back to your dorm." He laid his forehead on hers.

Green Tent

That day was not something she wanted to remember, but it was hardly something she could forget. The vision of the island and the children scattered across it..what exactly did it mean? Maybe it was just a random dream? Who knew. Its not like she could ask anyone about it. "I see.." What were these..'hunters' up to? Was what the others said true? They were making weapons out of them? The thought was disturbing.

Nodding, she would definitely have to hear everything he knew of them later, after he had got a decent rest. Shrugging, she shook her head. "I'm fine. I don't need any medical attention. Whatever wounds I may have received, will be gone in time" No way was she going to wait around for permission to leave. She wanted to go. Now. Snickering, she patted him lightly on the shoulder, and gestured for him to follow. "Sounds good."

The way Natalia worded it, Mort was given the impression that she wanted to find Whisper herself as opposed to together. Hmm . . . Well he could always visit her separately. Ghoulfriends needed to be with each other and all, especially if they had been separated for a stretch of time under deep duress.

"Will be okay!" he told her, sliding off the cot. Mortimer's legs were still quite attached despite his earlier exhaustion, and the medicine Malodore had given him had helped rejuvenate him some. Thought a tad shaky still, the zombie appeared to hold up well enough to walk. "You go find Whisp. I find her later. Should go lay down for a bit . . . I see you later?"