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Venturing to the other booths never happened in the wake of the massive Fearados attack. At the time it happened, Needle focused more on keeping Lattice from harm than she did trying to aid the other students in bringing down the beast, and when the dust finally settled, everything was in complete and utter ruin.

"Well, that was exciting." Needle proclaimed in that even tone of hers, flicking away pieces of shattered wood she had gingerly pulled out from her shoulder and from between the needles that went through her arm. Luckily nothing had done serious damage, but some of the fragments had dug in deep enough to make blood well up in areas. Others she had yet to extract, but they were more annoying splinters than anything. She had been too preoccupied to focus on making herself intangible, and that was her fault to bear now.

"Are you well, Sister?" This time, there was a hint of concern to her voice, a bruised and ink-stained hand resting lightly against Lattice's back. Her Sibling was her top priority, and finding Petro and his health status would be next.

She wasn't scared but she was uneasy. The young Engraver though built and behaved like a protector in most respects was not used to this much coming at her all at once. There was only a handful of threats that occurred back home and most of them came at the hand of an Elder coming to punish. Lattice stuck as close to her sister as she could and had forgotten how to turn intangible thanks to her panic.

Lattice looked herself over, she was a little better off thanks to her sister's protection but there were bits and pieces here and there, splinters, small scratches but otherwise she'd be alright. She turned her head toward her sister as soon as she heard Needle's voice and offered a small shaky smile, "Could say that," she murmured lightly. It was a little TOO exciting for Lattice's tastes.

"Yes...I am well? Are you alright?" She was well accustomed to her sister putting a hand upon her person, she even welcomed it. There was a pause as she gazed away from Needle to see where Petro had gone, "Sister? Where is our friend? Is he alright?"

The horse boil had tried his best to act as a shield to the sisters from the incoming attack. But forced to remain in his human form, he could only provide (in his opinion) little coverage at best. Still, he'd done all he could to take the brunt of the incoming booth-projectiles. Compared to the sisters, the tall boil emerged from the wreckage covered in scratches and splinters and the occassional embedded piece of wood or two.

In the wake of the fearados' attack, Petro became aware he was a good few feet away from the sisters. Ignoring his own set of minor injuries (yes, Tro, ignore that small chunk of signage sticking out of your shoulder), calloused soles of bare feet made their way towards the pair of ghost ghouls, concern visibly etched on the tikbalang's human features. "Y' two okay?" he asked, brown eyes alternatingly studying them for any indication he might have to help bring them to the Nurse.

Needle had nodded in agreement to Lattice's demand, having nothing more to add than the (hopefully) intimidating appearance of a stoic Engraver. Which probably wasn't very intimidating at all; Needle wasn't sure what counted as intimidating outside of their clan. It was hard to tell, near impossible considering most emotion was given by eyes, but her expression softened.

"You did not have to injure yourself for our sake, I doubt very much that anyone else would have done what you did." That ghost of a smile returned, her eyes lifting to gaze at the glowing tattoos on his face though her head did not move to betray the glance, nor did her voice betray the emotion. "Please, do us a kindness and be sure to take care of this wound. It would indeed make us feel better." Needle parroted Petro, agreeing with his assumption entirely. The wound soon had her attention again, yet as before it had been only her eyes that moved, hidden behind the mask. The Engraver did not touch him, and aside from the initial steps she had taken to stand close to his injured side she did not move much. "How deep is it in, do you know? If it is a clean piece we may be able to remove it and bandage it until we can find a physician." She observed, having ghosted closer to the Tikbalang in an attempt to get a better view of the wound. "I do not believe that it would be good to have such a thing stick out from your person for long."

It was always refreshing to have someone around that had humility despite their great deeds. She nodded to her sister's words, "Yes, not everyone," she echoed softly in agreement. Not everyone was as kind as Petro was, at least as far as she was aware and not everyone would willingly get hit by things for them like he was. Indeed he had risen quite high in her opinions of him.

Lattice's face, if possible, became much sterner as he tried to laugh it off and was prepared to argue with him as he seemed about ready to dismiss the whole idea but when he agreed she softened her expression - at least what could be seen of it. The ghoul wandered over with her sister not fearing to touch the boil now that they'd gotten a little better acquainted for the most part.

"Yes, we will do what we can here and then get you to a physician," she uttered softly in agreement with her sister. Needle always had marvelous ideas ... most of the time.

"Best case'd be no one getting injured at all," Petro sighed, realizing his lack of forethought had caused not just himself but the sisters an inconvenience. it would be quite some time before he would consider his wounds Unaware his standing with the ghouls had risen, the earlier glow of pride seemed to be taking a downward turn now that the monster horse had time to think about the consequences. He did not regret shielding the sisters, he would never regret putting himself in harm's way to protect another, no, that wasn't the issue. He was disappointed in himself that he'd gotten that badly hurt when it seemed such an injury could have been avoided. He was getting sloppy and becoming too reliant on the fact that he's used to taking a beating.

He tried to study his wound, frowning at the need to angle his head, "Ain't too deep, but the angle's awkward for me to be able to pull it out in one go. Wouldn't normally ask but, could either of y' yank it out for me?"

"The shoulder is a difficult thing to bandage." Needle nodded towards her sister and her handiwork, having indeed moved her hands away from the wound when the time came. "Very admirable indeed." Needle murmured in agreement, though it was mostly to herself it was directed at Petro. She was impressed with the way the boil did not cry out, and kept a calm composure when the shard came out. It was a rare event; she felt how deep the shard was embedded, she knew how painful it was. She was now sure this boil was the one she needed, and before she returned Petro's kneel with a deep bow, she merely glanced at her sister.

"You have an astounding tolerance to pain." She allowed herself to sound impressed, but it was not for long. "Is it from experience? Do you make it a habit of acting so...valiantly?" He seemed so good at it he must have done it before! Of course acting to brash wasn't a bad trait; it obviously got you hurt sometimes, but it was still something that was sorely needed in this world. Especially their world.

"Ah...but that is not important at the moment. Needle had finished wiping Petro's blood onto her now torn obi trail. "Petro, I have a request to make of you." She informed the boil matter-of-factly, reaching a hand back to take Lattice's, pulling her forward again. "My dear Lattice has the honour of attending your Academy...please, keep her safe?" Lattice was the more timid of the two, and Needle, despite how she was convinced that Lattice needed this time to become more brave, still loathed to leave her alone. She sounded sad, having to ask someone else to protect her sister; at the same time she was hopeful that this boil, who had been wounded twice in their presence, would agree to help.

Lattice nodded a little bit at Petro and offered an encouraging, "Always so long as you never give up. Always practice and improve," it was a mantra that had been drilled into her mind since she was a small ghoul and now she practically lived that philosophy at least as best as she could. Sometimes she had moments where she brooded over plateaus in her skill.

"I did my best," she replied humbly as she stood back a bit, "I could have done better in spots but it'll do," she agreed with the other two when it concerned her bandaging skills. She wasn't a very good healer but she did pay some attention to the Elders when they showed how to bandage bleeding wounds one day. Lattice felt inwardly pleased that he appreciated their help and even kneeled before them to show his thanks, it felt odd feeling so pleased over a simple act as that. She wiped her own hands on her obi mimicking her sister, she wasn't near as bloodied as Needle but there was some.

Her head tilted toward her sister when she spoke up about a request and her lips parted a little in surprise that she couldn't keep contained despite all the training to keep her emotions hidden. She shifted a little bit and for a moment didn't say anything. She wasn't angry with her sister and even moved a bit forward when gestured to on her own accord. Lattice's head bowed toward the ground, "If...Petro wouldn't be bothered by it, I am uneasy about strange places," she admitted acquiescing to her sister's request in her own way. "A...and without my sister there I'll be a little lost," she added actually sounding saddened, unable to hold it back much like her surprise.

Petro quirked a square-root brow at Needle. Tolerance for pain? Him? Naw, he felt the pain whenever it struck. The horse boil just chose not to let other people know just how painful it was for him. It seems he defined tolerance for pain different than the ghouls. "Naw, ain't valiant. Just spar lots in the Clan and we ain't the sort to hold back. Haven't had much chance to spar more'n a few times or be a shield since I got enrolled to the Academy," he admitted, "'S a good thing, yeah? Means it's safe here. Sorta," he chuckled wryly, side-eying the current wreckage that had been the Floresctival booths.

Hearing that Lattice had been accepted in Amityville, a big grin spread across Tro's face, "Yeah? She did? 'S great! It'd be my honor to help Lattice get settled. Y' can count on me!" He promised with great enthusiam, the arm with the unbandaged shoulder lightly thumping his chest with a fist. Then he paused. A look of concentration that suggests the gears in his head are turning. Wait, just Lattice? "What about y', Needle?" he blinked, "Why ain't y' two not enrolled together? Ain't seen y' apart since I met y' both."

Ah, there it is. Petro's honest, if rather insensitive, nature. He meant no malice by his question, and he certainly didn't fail to notice Lattice's anxiety at the thought of being separated, Tro just doesn't really think very well when emotions were involved.

Ran out of ink?

"I wish that were the case. As it were, we always have full wells." Needle lamented. "That particular batch was...stubborn. It would not allow me to write properly." She explained it as though he knew what was happening; it had been so long since they met someone new that it was hard to remember that he didn't know anything about them, and vice versa.

Her smile grew slightly wider when he extended his offer to her; she wasn't in the school yet, there was a chance that due to her, ah, problem that she might not ever get in, but it was touching to hear he was willing to protect them both. Ahh, a protector; they didn't really have those back home, either. Just a strict set of old ghouls, the occasional older boil taking watch over the doors during ceremonies. But having one just for them? That was exciting! It made her feel important, and her stance straightened a little bit, despite how straight she was already standing; it also drew a light blush to her cheeks, which she was hoping that nobody would notice.

All of that faded though, when she saw him flinch; that was the downside to having tattoos across your cheekbones, since they could see the embedded ink distorting.

"Oh my, We thank you for your vigor and gallant vow, Petro." She started, deciding to begin with a bit of a compliment. The Engraver placed a careful hand on his forearm. "You are still injured, perhaps now is the best time to have you mended."

"Yes, it was a particularly difficult batch," Lattice agreed softly with Needle about the ink, "I offered to help you," she reminded her twin quietly. Not that it would have helped much since it was better to try and do things on one's own, but the offer had been made. She looked over at Petro and shifted her shoulders, "For us ink is ... special. It...has personality," she explained in a bit more depth seeming to figure it would be better to let him in than to make him wonder about their conversation. Lattice seemed to understand that outsiders wouldn't quite comprehend.

Lattice blinked behind her mask but a small smile appeared on her lips in spite of herself, "I am very honored that you are so willing to help us," she replied. Truly he was going to be a very good friend to hold on to.

She watched as the boil seemed to flinch and nodded in agreement with Needle, "Yes, we can talk more after you've been looked at by someone that can help," Lattice wasn't too concerned, after all he was a great warrior it'd take much more to bring Petro down.

Petro was confused at the sister's explanation on their difficulties with ink. Stubborn? Not letting Needle write properly? What? How? "Like it dries up too easy? Who made the batch? Didja let 'em know about it?" He made no attempt to hide his utter bewilderment. Ink was ink. It was wet and it stained and usually really hard to clean off your skin. He clearly did not understand what the sisters were talking about. Hopefully, as he became more familiar with the two ghouls he'll understand what it was exactly they meant.

The change in topic was a welcomed one, if only because it kept Petro from completely betraying his ignorance. A wry smile touched his lips when he felt Needle's hand rest on his forearm and Lattice's insistence that he get his injury looked at. "If it'd make y' two happy, guess we could take a quick detour over to Nurse Cricket's office." He had wanted to show them the rest of the school since he had offered during the Open House.

Needle had suggested they leave merely to keep to schedule, because Lattice and the Elders liked it that way. The very moment Lattice questioned their proximity to the office, Needle was grinning. Actually grinning, and wide at that. An opportunity to rebel? Count her in.

"Of your honor there is no question, however this is a remarkable opportunity to discover where the FEAR healers reside." Needle was more than happy to make a reason behind going anyway, she enjoyed things like this; they would deal with the Elders later. No doubt they expected this from them on their trip especially where she was involved. The grin had faded, her expression carefully relaxing, and she took a step or two towards Petro.

"We will accompany you to this Office." The idea of leaving after that was never spoken out loud, probably because it would now be up to Lattice to keep them remotely on schedule. She had tried, at least. Nobody could say she didn't try! It was just way more fun making those old crones gets their needles in a twist.

Lattice should have known that her sister would jump at the chance after she wavered for even a single moment to go back home right as the time had sounded signaling when they should have left but she wasn't really ready to leave just yet. The ghoul paused as she let her sister explain as to why they would linger and gave a small nod of approval. Lattice could work with that, she could totally work with that. The Engraver felt rather happy that Needle was able to come up with this excuse.

"Yes let us accompany you, we are interested in seeing the healers and such," she agreed softly, "our Elders will possibly reward us for taking the initiative to know more," she continued on not caring if she was enabling her sister's behavior or not because it was partially her own bad behavior as well.

Later the responsibility driven ghoul would probably lament at how horrible she was but at the moment she just reveled in the freedom of being 'naughty'.

Petro grinned widely, even though he thought the sisters wouldn't be able to see it (or maybe the would thanks to the slight distortion of his facial tattoo), when he learned they would be staying just a little bit longer. Sure it was because they wanted to know where the FEAR healers were located and maybe because they wanted to make sure he actually went to see Nurse Cricket, but it didn't so much matter to the tikbalang.

"Alright then, just follow me," he beamed and without thinking offered the sisters his arms. Oh s**t, wait, he forgot about their arm spikes! Too late to back out now. Guess that means he has a couple more injuries to walk off. "Nurse Cricket's real protective of her children, um, the bugs that're always crawling around in her office. If y' can have y'r feet intangible, y' don't gotta worry too much. Oh! And she's also one of the few ghost professors in the Academy." Hey, he promised them he'd be their guide and he was certainly going to keep his word.

Truth be told, Needle thought being eaten by a teacher sounded exciting. Not something she was likely to do without hearing from the student that had suffered through it, but one day? One day she might step on the bugs on purpose, just to feel for herself what would happen. She was careful to keep this to herself for now, she didn't want Petro to think her too strange.

She moved easily alongside him, gazing uselessly around the area he was leading them through, and of course it was getting them no where. Still, the place was interesting, and from what she could see it was still a total mess. When her question was answered it did take her a moment to realize what was being said, and when she did she looked surprised.

"Sex Ed?" She parrotted, pretty sure her questioning tone would give away that she hadn't the faintest idea of what he was talking about. "I have never heard of such a thing." It didn't stop her from murmuring this out, and her lips puckered thoughtfully before relaxing once more, going to listen to the rest of the classes. Would they be as outlandish as the first? Actually no, they all sounded pretty tame in comparison!

"A saxs'phone? Skittersharks?" Clearly, this ghoul needed the schooling. "I understand...A question, though? If there is a music class, is there a class for dancing?" Needle was doing her best to not sound hopeful as shew as pretty sure she had been a little too full of emotions today, but she just couldn't help it!

Lattice started a bit when Petro noted that the Nurse had eaten a student for eating one of her 'children'. She would definitely try to be careful around them then. She shuffled along as she listened to Petro talk letting her sister ask the important questions about 'Sex Ed' and other such things. It made no sense to the ghoul to echo the exact same questions; Petro likely heard them the first time. She smiled softly at Petro's pride at catching a mouse on the first try offering a soft, "Congratulations to you and ... Sheridan." She did not know who Sheridan was but if Petro mentioned them they must be worthwhile.

She smiled slightly when her sister let a bit of hope etch into her voice but said nothing about it. For the most part the ghoul was content in being silent and observing. "Gym? What kind of things do you do there?" she asked quietly. The idea that it apparently was located in a Battle Dome caught her attention a bit. Was that where they learn fighting arts?

"Are there...any places for people to get together and play card games and the like?" Lattice asked curiously, "Perhaps even where people make proper tea ceremonies?"

"Yup. Sex Ed. We were taught unsafe FEAR sharing means y' get Mold. Turns out it was the second class Nurse Cricket held. Wasn't enrolled yet when she held the first one," he shrugged. It wasn't that Tro didn't like scarelings. It just seemed like something he wasn't going to have to deal with for a long, long time. And when that time came, he was more than certain everyone in his Clan would have a say in it. Unsolicited. But that wouldn't be anything new to the horse boil.

Needle didn't have to worry about not knowing most of the things Tro was talking a bout. The tikbalang himself had no idea such things existed until he got to the Academy. This was a place to learn and by Jack was he learning.

"Thank y'," he beamed at Lattice for the congratulations. "Sheridan did most of the heavy thinking in the trap making though. 'S not really what 'm good at," he admitted with no shame. "As for a quiet place to play cards, uh, most've the time the common area in the dorms're good for that. Or y' could stay in one've classrooms if they aren't being used. 'M thinking the Cafeteria's pretty quiet if it ain't eating time."

At Needle's question, the tikbalang slowed his pace and looked thoughtful, "Y' know, don't think there 's a Dance Class. But new classes'r always cropping up and stuff. Y' two enjoy dancing?" he asked. If they couldn't see the playful glint in his eyes, they would surely hear the cheery suggestiveness in his voice.

"Then, Petro, you and I must dance." It was unspoken that Lattice would be joining them, but as the other Engraver wasn't much for dancing, Needle didn't feel the need to include her verbally. "...Prom, was it like the festival that---ep!" Out of the corner of her eye, Needle saw tattoos. Familiar, clan-type tattoos. Panic gripped the ghoul instantly, and the hands she had on Petro clung all the tighter, nearly every muscle in her body going rigid. A moment later she relaxed, knowing this particular one was of no real threat.

The woman was dressed like them; however her flowing hakama skirt was a deep purple, her obi too dark to distinguish a colour and her tattoos travelled up both arms to around her jaw with a couple lines curling onto her face. Instead of a mask she wore bandages around her eyes, dark stains running down her cheeks; this woman was a decade or two older than the sisters but had only recently gone through the ritual, in the process of allowing her eyes to heal. She was clearly their elder in every way, and with that came a certain amount of authority. "Lattice." The older Engraver said, voice flat but heavy. "Needle." This one was just as flat, but the difference was there; she expected this from Needle, but Lattice, well...

"I believe our time has come to an end." Needle released the Tikbalang, taking an easy step away from him. "It was good to meet you again, Petro. I wish you luck with your Nurse." She was doing her absolute best to hide her devastating disappointment, but even she couldn't help the slight, unhappy slouch she seemed to have acquired.

Her head turned towards Lattice, waiting for her to join.

The Engraver was fully aware that she was included in the whole idea of dancing it didn't need to be said and the reason for that was because Needle was Needle and could get Lattice to do anything in the entire world of Halloween with no exception. Lattice simply loved and trusted her sister that much. "We would be honored to have y---..."She cut off when her sister cut off and then she realized why. Her body trembled slightly a moment as she stared over toward the oncoming figure of the third Engraver.

Her trembling only worsened when she heard the tone from the Elder Engraver and it made her head bow down in rather obvious shame, "I apologize, Elder but time just slipped away from us and there was a situation," they were excuses but they were true. The ghoul felt ashamed and would likely chastise herself further once back at the Manor.

So much chastising.

"Sorry Petro...Please do take care, I hope your wound gets better," Lattice murmured her voice turning back to a gradual simple monotone. Flat. Quiet. Much like her sister she was hiding her disappointment as well as rebuilding her walls in a way to try and protect herself but likely it would be for naught. If mental punishment didn't work there was always physical.

Lattice released Petro quietly and then bowed slightly, "See you again soon." Then she turned to follow after the Elder and her Twin.

Petro did not fail to notice the abrupt shift in the sister's demeanor upon the arrival of the third ghoul. Instinctively he took a step towards the older ghost ghoul, as if to perhaps act as a sort of shield between them. But even when it became apparent that the third Engraver was their Elder, the horse boil could not immediately lower his guard. He didn't quite like the sudden tension he'd felt from Needle and the visible distress from Lattice.

"Ain't their fault. Blame falls on my shoulders. They're only still here 'cuz I asked 'em to stay a bit longer," he insisted with honest, open conviction. But there was nothing else he could do or say other than "See y' soon. Mag-ingat kayo." He didn't bother trying to hide the disappointment in his voice as he bade them farewell and wished them a safe journey.

When the Sisters and their Elder left and was out of sight, the tikbalang gave a slight snort before heading to the Infirmary to get his wound looked at.