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"And to you too," Shun said in return to Kettil. Turning back towards Hayate, he raised a brow to Xiu. He didn't really get where she got that idea from still, but whatever. Then again, with the way she had just kicked him in the shin.. he had to wonder if she really did write that in the first place.

"It's not a problem. She has helped me in a number of ways as well," he said before glancing to the hand at his shoulder. The reaper couldn't help but feel a little.. weird here. He really hadn't met any of the family members of any of his friends. And seeing this sort of interaction was.. kind of nice, but it definitely wasn't what he was used to when it came to family.

"You guys go on ahead," he said to Xiu and Mayaa. He figured he shouldn't move around too much while he waited for Mitsu's arrival.

Freya's response to her sister's response was the kind of response that requires a fist. To the head. She clocked her sister hard, and then turned to give Kettil an evil, evil glare.

"Yeh knows, these are real knives." She challenged, holding them up to him and snapping them. "I'll shows yeh whose on whose leash if yeh don't stops teasings me with Bitchy b***h."

SHE LOVED HER SISTER VERY MUCH.

Turning back to the group, she put her claws down and smiled brilliantly as though she weren't just threatening physical harm to her boilfriend. "Is everybody having funs? Yeh gets everythings yeh wanted this year? Scared any little kiddies?"

The ghoul with the eyepatch had laughed, which eased Sparrow's sheepishness a little, though there was still a wry laugh that escaped his lips as he lifted a gloved hand to rub at the back of his neck and then straighten his collar.

"Good evening," he said amiably, in reply to her hello. He made a gesture, as though intending to step towards her and offer her his hand in greeting, but the boil that had been lounging against the wall - dark skinned, with hooded eyes and shadow-black hair, a myriad of tattoos etched elegantly across his chest - had stood up abruptly, pushed himself towards Sparrow, and was suddenly rather too close, his expression something close to anger. Sparrow, attempting to figure out this rather...aggressive individual, blinked at him in slight bemusement, twisting to follow the boil's path as he was circled.

"Clearly I have, ah...stepped into something, and I do apo - " he started to say, but then the boil's gaze lifted and there was a smile instead of a snarl, a playful snicker and a grin. Some of the tension in Sparrow's shoulders ebbed away, and he shook his head a little ruefully.

"No, I'm quite all right with not being called that," he said cheerfully. "I doubt my ghoulfriend would approve of such nicknames as it is."

Taking a step back, he dipped into a low bow, one arm at his waist, the other behind his back and then straightened up, tucking both hands against the small of his back and smiling pleasantly at the both of them.

"I'm Sparrow, by the way," he said. "Might one ask for your names?"





Gale rolled his eyes, which was most likely the most normal teenage gesture he had done in quite some time, but there was a small, barely there smile that graced the lips of his golem, as though what Eva had said had actually, genuinely amused him.

He had forgotten what it was like to smile.

As he walked towards her, he had the strangest feeling; as though he were being watched. But that was impossible, Gale thought, as his steps faltered and he looked around, surreptitiously taking in the scene around him. The golems were undetectable from regular citizens of Halloween, and he could see no one else around him...

The faintest hint of a whisper teased at the corners of his mind. Gale froze where he stood, eyes widening slightly, still about a foot from where Eva and Jude stood.

...Jinhai?

For a moment, there was a no answer, and Gale thought he must have imagined it. His heart was clattering in his chest, a rapid, anxious beat, and he stood motionless where he was, hardly daring to believe it.

Still silence. It stretched for another full moment. Gale's hope slipped another notch, and he pressed his lips together, wavering -

- and then -

<< ...Good evening, Gale. >>

Relief - warm, beautiful, comforting relief - flooded through his veins instantly, a tiny part of the hole that was in his heart beginning to mend. He could not even begin to describe how he felt now that Jinhai was back - all he knew was that somehow, the pain of losing Bix and Ceres was less lonely and difficult to bear.

Ginny, he thought, and the smile on his face was just a little bit bigger now. Ginny, thank Heavens. I've missed you, silly dragon.

His weapon sounded both amused and sleepy.

<< Have you now? Well, little hunter of mine -

I've missed you too. >>

Jack wasn't late.

He was fashionable.

Breathing in the evening air, he watched the festivities, and families and just everyone doing some merrymaking - a few ghouls and boils sticking out only because he hadn't seen them before - and Jack was remarkable at remembering faces. He never forgot someone he met before.

After a moment, he caught sight of just one of those faces, going over and lounging over one of his favourites, the reaper named Sparrow. Walking over to him contently, his usual quiet footsteps were muffled even further from the excitement and walking around him, which made him feel like he was in his element, his eyes glowing exceptionally bright today and his Glasgow smile stretched wide as he came upon the one he was looking for.

"Making friends already, without me Sparrow?" He hummed lightly to his friend, nodding to those he had been talking to before, tail swishing left and right like a content cat.


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Grendel had arrived at the festivities a tad bit late, but he really wasn't all that bothered. He had made it in time to see the pumpkin begin to swell with Fear, growing impossibly large, and then larger still until it finally burst, throwing into the air a cascade of silver seeds and candy. He was really only interested in the seeds, so he reached out his hands with a smirk cupping them together and allowing whatever came his way to fall into his grasp before pocketing them. Then and only then did he turn to scan the crowd, searching for a familiar face.

His long red hair with the two thick black streaks had been tied back from his face for once, his hat left at home. He was still dressed in his usual punk-like attire, though tonight he wore a jacket as well. He smiled even though he did not see anybody approachable to begin with, though there were many who caught his eye, his fangs peeking over his bottom lip and glinting with light from the lanterns. He began moving through the crowd, movements smooth, almost graceful, stopping whenever he came upon any group who were singing Halloween's anthem with wild and ruckus abandon to add his voice with theirs, enjoying every second of the festivities and using it as an opportunity to meet new people and to have a good time without his parents breathing down his neck and eyeballing his every move.

Eventually, however, he did spy somebody he knew. Somebody he had met at the Battle of the Bands, and had seen again briefly on Fright Night but had not taken a moment to say hi to as she had been busy with such a large group, her zombie among them.

But she was alone now. Not a boilfriend to be seen, and she just had the strangest look on her face, one that drew him in, changing the course of his steps to take him closer towards her.

"Belladonna." The name rolled smoothly off of his tongue and he gave the ghoul a large and wicked smile. "Have you come here alone? You look...a little lost." Feigning an interest towards her well being was always a good way to start.

She stopped laughing, whipping a small tear from her eye. Sitting back up, glad she did not fall back into the murky water of the fountain. Her ribbons already splashed in the water, grabbing at the little skeleton fish that swimmed around it it. Wringing out her ribbons of the foul water, before returning the other boils. Well, at least she thought it was funny…Nuk did not. She watched as he got up, thinking nothing of it at first until he seemed to lay into the other student. NOW THAT WAS THE REACTION SHE WAS EXPECTING TO GET! Oh Jack. This guy was in so much trouble. Her brain racked at a mile a minute, thinking of how to get help. How was she supposed to fend off Nukpana?!

But it was all over quickly enough; she put a hand to her chest letting out a relieved breath. Was he usually aggressive towards males? Well whatever it was she was glad it was over. That and if he would of done that to her, she probably would of had a heart attack. She smiled, the reaper student probably wouldn’t get the ‘treatheart’ thing, but it solidify that Nuk wasn’t going to kill everyone.

She dipped her head back in respect, for the poor gentleman that was attacked. He handled it a lot better than she would have. “I’m Eira Wen. Pleasure to meet you Sparrow.” Strange how Nuk just called him a birdbrain, and ironically he was named after a bird. Tonight was just full of laughs wasn’t it…

Tsukiko had crawled under the table to avoid the mob of ghouls and boils. Her attempt to leave before had been prevented due to the press of party-goers blocking the exits. Being under the table had its benefits too... closer to the food, out of the way, and (hopefully) out of sight. Hardly anyone would look under a table. Why would they, with the smorgasbord spread out before them? And free at that?
However, her duck beneath the table hadn't gone entirely unnoticed... a rather fuzzy boil had waved at her. She frowned, trying to remember who it was. Tsukiko knew she'd met him before...

TK stared at the second hand. That hand was not his. Wide eyes looked up at the demon ghoul. His lips curled into a thin, polite smile. “It’s fine,” he answered quietly before he reached to pick up a different plate. His initial look had been a glance, but as the undead gave Danny a second look, he observed her red dinosaur outfit. While he remained mute, his moving eyes seemed to do the telling—he wasn’t quite sure what to make of the demon’s outfit. At least he remained quiet about it.

“Was it obvious?” he wondered as he cracked another smile. “Indeed I am.” TK eyed the ghoul’s own skull pin. “So I assume we attend the school? My name is TK. Your name is…?”