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He just leveled a calm stare at Freya despite her attempt to threaten him he just smiled at her, "Maybe I like that sort of thing, Freya," he said always glad to throw her for some sort of a loop. He was probably about as afraid of Freya as he was afraid of a pygmy foxfire. Not at all.

Kettil just crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Freya and then turned his attention toward the others. He was being fairly quiet at the moment.

Either he was plotting something or he was just simply feeling mellow.

A splash of white and an array of colors was the first indication that the tropical flavored chimera had arrived. Not yet a student, but so very hopeful, the ghoul took every opportunity to mingle among those lucky enough to be enrolled. There was that tinge of envy, of course, but Merry wouldn't begrudge the students their admission. She'd just have to keep her fingers crossed. Until then she would visit, make friends, and enjoy those few occasions that allowed her a taste of student life.

Shudder fingers laced beneath bright curls at the back of her head, the chimera wandered through the crowd, eyes peeked for the odd familiar face. Not the easiest task, owing to the jumble of gathered denizens, but not impossible either.

A pair of plush ears and an eye patch caught Merry's eye, and with a happy trill the ghoul proceeded to push her way through the crowd towards the fae hound. Knocking into a mono-eyed ghoul in the process with barely an apology called in her wake as the bright feathers of her tail fluttered against the other ghoul's face.

The only warning the small boil had off his impending doom was the excited shell of his name before he was pleased over by a clingy chimera and engulfed in a pair of brightly colored wings. "Than, you're here! I knew you would be."

Mayaa smiled back at Shun as he gave them the ok, and bound off with Xiu, arms linked.
She had met some students during Fright Night, but hadn't talked to a lot of them. Being included among the students made her feel happy, and she beamed, happy to make a new friend and acquaintances already.

Mayaa watched curiously as Xiu proceeded to throw her arms over a ghoul with a really long tail, and looked curiously at the other two boils, who seemed to resemble dogs of some sort. Hmm, then, was the ghoul a cat?
She smiled. What an interesting group of friends.

She waved when Xiu introduced her, happy to be seeing so many new faces. These ones seemed rather friendly~

At Xiu's comment, Mayaa only nodded.

"They have! There seem to be a lot of new faces too! I haven't seen a lot of these students at Fright Night."

Canon was delighted to see the tall, dark one return the greeting properly. She grinned happily as it whirled at her, and then halted. This one seemed like a strong one! The little Skark was momentarily distracted from answering further when she was knocked off kilter by a very colorful ghoul. The Skark stared after her curiously, idly wondering what kind of person that was, and made a mental note to investigate later. And then something unexpected and wonderful happened.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute!

As the familiar voice rang through her head, Canon turned back to the tall figure and the Skark's eye opened, wider and wider, until it was as round as the moon overhead.

The Purple One.

Memories of their time on the Isle of War filled her head. Stalking her through the canopy, meeting her after sparring with the horsemen, exploring the cave and being poisoned, swinging in hammocks above the jungle floor. The images flitted through, accompanied by a rising tide of Joy. Horrible Joy!

"OHMYJACKIAMSOHONOREDTOSEEYOUAGAINRILEY!
ITRIEDTRANSFERRINGFORMONTHSANDMONTHSANDIFINALLYGOTACCEPTEDTOAMITYVILLE.
ANDIWASREALLYHOPINGTOSEEYOUAGAINANDHEREYOUARE!"

The flood of words was abruptly cut off as Canon snapped shut her mouth and breathing holes. She momentarily swelled up like a blowfish as unsaid words built up within her. The Skark was literally quivering with excitement, jumping up and down. After a few seconds, the air leaked out of her in a high-pitched squeak, and she deflated down to her normal size.

"Well met! Again!" she finished at a much quieter volume.

After they had gone off, Shun turned towards Freya and Kettil for the moment, raising a brow as he saw the Valkyrie boast about her blades.

"Che. Right," he muttered. Even if they were real knives, he doubted she could use them properly. Well. Just about anyone can pick up a knife and start flailing or stabbing away. But they probably would lack any real precision or be all that efficient.

Aksaja had missed out on the start of the party since he'd been taking a nap in his room, still trying to recover a bit more from the wounds he'd gotten in the final battle with the insanity, and Red and . . . everything else. Yawning slightly still, he wandered down into town and toward the town hall, smiling as he looked about at everyone mingling. His eyes soon caught on a small group of familiar figures and he lifted a hand to wave. "Than, Yousuke!" the dragon called out, sort of jogging toward them. "Hello again Merry," he added with a quick smile for the ghoul as well.

On the way there, he spotted several pumpkin seeds on the ground and scooped them up, also snagging a spooky from the buffet. "Sorry I'm a little late to the party. How do you like the town at Halloween?" he asked with a grin.

Darkness and silence had been his only companions for an amount of time Alexander could not place a number on. Sleep was one novelty undead seldom had the leisure of experiencing, though the zomboil had often wondered what it might be like. Whatever he had just gone through, however...he would call that sleep for the sake of giving it a title, for a lack of understanding of what else it could have possibly been, though perhaps limbo would have been more apt.

In any case, whatever it may have been, he found himself very suddenly and hellishly severed from that peaceful state by a crackling noise that accosted his ears, followed quickly by an explosion that seemed to rock him on his heels, his eyelids flying open as he let out a quiet gasp. Wait...heels, eyelids. Yes. As the fog was lifted from his brain a slow realization began to dawn that he had a physical body once more. He wasn't sure why that should be surprising, his brain still trying to play catch up with what was happening, but it was. He could feel himself being pushed around, could feel fabric as it slipped past him, rubbing against his arms. Yet..he could not actually see.

It was true. He closed his eyelids, then opened them, then closed them, and then opened them once more. Each time he opened them he was met only by darkness, though even as he felt the beginnings of panic swell in his chest he realized several other things. First of all, a weight pressing down on his shoulders. Second, the smell...it was a very familiar smell, but it managed to obscure all other scents. And then finally, the fact that while it was dark, it was not quite a pitch black darkness, but rather one that was tinted slightly orange. The zomboil hesitantly reached up with his hands feeling, coming to land on something smooth and curved. Ever so slowly, he lifted it off of his head, revealing his face beneath, one that was wide eyed and full of confusion. Why was he wearing a pumpkin on his head? For that was indeed what had been obscuring his vision, as he could see now, lowering it and turning it in his hands to view the grinning face that had been carved into it. Inside the gaping and toothy smile there appeared to be an envelope, and knelt down to the ground, eye scanning left and right, still wide, still lost and confused, not understanding in the slightest what was occurring. He set the pumpkin down upon the ground, and pulled out the envelope before opening it, overturning it to release it's contents. First came the blood red crystal that fell into the palm of his hand, bringing with it a vivid course of memories that he squeezed his eyelids shut against, just as he closed his fist around the Fear shard. The haunted house, insanity, a giant monster, hunters, a scythe wielding man in a white coat, and Red. When the assault was finally finished he slowly let his eye peek back open before it fell down towards something else that had fallen to the ground. He reached out to pick it up, turning it over. It was a card.

It was...wow, that was...that was a really weird card. He tried to ignore the eerie dancing skeletons, one of which appeared to have his own face, and focused instead on the message jotted down beside the odd video.

"If you're reading this, that mean's you're not dead." He didn't even realize he was reading it out loud until the words were out of his mouth, and he frowned. Not dead? Well...of course he wasn't dead! The zomboil slowly drew himself back up from his crouched place on the ground, face set in a more grim look as he now took the time to assess his surroundings, to gain just a small sense of what it was that was happening. Regret, pain, determination, resolve...a flood of emotions that he couldn't hope to understand just yet coursed through him until his pale gaze settled on a figure nearby, one that was wearing a pumpkin atop it's shoulders just as he had himself moments before. He stumbled towards this figure, finding it's posture and clothing familiar, one hand clutching the card while the other was still wrapped around the crystal shard.

"Hey!" He called out, trying to ignore the crowds that pushed passed him, threatening to knock him to the ground with how disoriented he currently felt.

"Hey...Mort?" It was what he could assume, judging by appearances that weren't obscured. "Mort, is that you?"