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Mot caught Mitsu's gesture, and shook his head. He didn't need it. It was badly damaged, and Mitsu would not be going home half naked. "Keep it on. I don't want you catching a cold." He managed to softly say. "I won't need it back." It was best to be tossed. The leather was trashed, the seams coming apart. It was toast, much like the rest of him.

His gaze fell to Demi, who looked really bad. The burn on the wolf's back made him wince. "The nurse gave us the go ahead already.. but he can't hear you, Demi." He could tell that much; his team mate was nearly deaf. It pained him to see Shun brought down like this, but Cricket had said it would get better.

Mot still refused to rest like he was told.

GREEN TENT

And then she zipped the shapeless jumpsuit back up. Awww. Why did Boxers have to ruin everything?

"Work through it?" JD asked, glancing at the other ghoul. What was she going on about? This was going from bad to worse. What kind of a first day WAS THIS, anyway? To Roch, he commented, "That uncomfortable around a nice pair of..."

"...Legs?" Yep, definitely legs. At any rate, SOMEONE needed to cover that glitter-freak up. It was really grating. Why in Halloween had he agreed to come to this crazy school? He felt another round of pouting coming on.

And then the other ghoul brought them back around to a subject her felt he was more qualified to respond to. "Baths? Well, miss, if you like, you can come use the one in my dorm." For clarity, he quickly added, "And this is NOT an open invitation, sparkle-pants."

Purple Tent

He took the glowing centipede, handling it gently... And then setting it around his neck since he really wasn't sure where to put it, "Understood..." His gaze shifted momentarily to the Red tent and he paused, relieved that he came at the right time, "Leave this area to me for now."

Without really waiting for an answer, he turned and approached the newcomers - Barth, Calder and Christof.

Blue Tent

Jove felt a hollow sort of relief when he heard LW from beside them. But where was his brother? The little one couldn't get those images out of his mind, every moment he tried to close his eyes all he could see was the others being burned alive, and he could almost hear those screams again. It was far better to just be completely numb.

He appeared completely oblivious to the shifting and moving, and when he was placed on the floor the pup seemed to settle in place like the world's lightest bag of flour. His copious amounts of fluff hung over the edge of the bone piece he still sat on, giving him the appearance of a round fluffball with a little nose and a little fluffy tail hanging limp on the other end. Normally that tail curled up over his back, but he made no effort to keep up appearances as he continued to stare at the ankles of everyone passing by.

Purple Tent

Christof was, as always, the most thorough of storytellers. He never used superfluous words, and he told every inch of a story. Even if it made him curl up in agony of remembering the trauma. Riley's eyes flickered to Calder as he tried to pull Christof away, and she nodded in acquiesce.

Of course, I'm sorry. She murmured gently, moving to sit beside Christof once Calder had him on the cot, and wrapping her arms around the igor. I did not mean to make you relive all of that. I simply needed to know what happened, and if I could help.

So then Calder was turned to for more information. He mentioned Red had died. Is she reforming here, or do we have to go back to this place to save her?

Green Tent


"I just want some freakin' pants, dawg," Roch said quietly. "And Cricket put a collar on me," he added. But slowly he pulled his guitar forward, ignoring the shirtless wonder to tun up Desiree. Landing on her hadn't done much good to her tone, he noticed, making a face.

If he got ate for playing his guitar, though, he would NEVER let Demi live it down, he decided as his fingers picked the song for him. His favorite calm down song, the song his pals had heard a ton of times no doubt, started playing softly. It carried, though, which could probably get him into even more trouble.

He was waiting for the bug to strangle him or something.

Purple Tent

Calder stood beside Chrsitof as he was sat down and then looked to Riley with a sigh. "I don't know if she's coming back. This time...the way she went.....I really don't think so." He gestured to his coat. "She turned to stone after she passed on, and then a hunter just breath her body to bits. There were pieces and ash everywhere." He spoke softly and in a low voice, not wanting to further trouble anyone else in the tent by retelling the story. "A lot of us tried our best to bring pieces back so that she didn't remain in that horrible world. It didn't seem right not to bring her back home." He paused a moment, simply looking at the piece of horn he managed to salvage from Red's grave that was resting on his cot.

Turning, he nodded to Riley and tried to send a message to her. Don't trouble Christof too much right now. He's been a real trooper through all of this. Braver than most of us. If it wasn't for him, I don't know what we would have done. Let him rest a while before you start giving orders. He may be your servant, but he's still a person who has his own needs.

Moving, he went to address the professor. "Barth's really tired and I don't think he's doing good. He's pretty burned up. I think Christof is going to fall apart at any moment. I'm surprised he hasn't lost a limb yet. I.........I can address stuff after." He didn't want to exactly put his rather unique wounds as the first priority at the moment.

he stepped aside for Professor Malcolm to check his friends. Calder wasn't doing any better. He was tired, burned, and his toga hid some arrow wounds in his hindquarters not to mention some bruising.