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'Snake-boy' couldn't help but smirk, the gesture seemingly normal upon the serpentine features as Winston pointed out he had, in fact, a name he wished to be called by, "Gabrian," he hissed back at the large, white dog, "You may call me Gabrian, or Gabe. Whatever suitssss your fancy," he had to admit that conversation was making him feel a ton better, even if the situation hadn't changed much at all for him. Stupid snow. It was going up on his mental 'top ten hate list', that was for sure, "A pleasure, Winston, Ssssarias."

"What, exactly... are you?" he asked, trying to keep his tone of voice polite as he slithered along beside Winston, "I gather you're some ssssort of dog. A ghastly one, at that... but I've never so big before," every time his tongue slipped out, his speech seemed to slur a bit, making him hiss out the words, even though he wasn't particularly angry. Again the smirk, though perhaps... in his defense, Gabrian was trying to smile but his serpentine features would not permit it, "Don't be so hard on Ssssin... she seems to be a perfectly nice, polite girl," he had to agree that her battle outfit was er... distracting, but then again, if it worked for her, then whom was anyone to judge? "If you have the ability, charm, and will to flaunt it... then there is no harm," he turned his head to offer Sin a wink, which might've looked odd, given the fact winking snakes were... odd, at best, "Sssssides... I do not believe Sin meant any harm to anyone aside the tree," he wasn't sure if Sarias was jealous, or honestly upset the succubus was not very modest. Either way, it was not the best place to pick a fight amongst themselves.

When Alcie addressed him, Gabrian stopped moving, blinking owlishly up at her from his spot on the ground. He was tempted to ask if she was kidding, but one look at her face and he realized the ghoul was, in fact, being serious, "Are you quite sure?" however, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and only gave her a moment to respond, if she wanted to before moving towards her, carefully slithering up her body and curling himself as comfortably for the both of them as he could, leaning his head on top of the demoness, "Thank you," he let out a happy sigh, "Thank you very much. I was having trouble with the snow," despite the ghoul's best efforts though, half of his body was dragging behind her.

At least though, part of him was wrapped around a warm body, "Wait, what?" he perked his head up from Alcie's head and turned to Sin, "Squeeze?" a pause, as the serpent tried to figure out if he should blush or squirm uncomfortably before deciding he was simply too cold to care, "I... if you feel you can?"

Sin smiled at Gabrian and then moved closer to Alcyone to help her out and hopefully with Gabrian draped between them he'd be out of the snow. From what she recalled reptiles were cold blooded, and if that was Gabrian's case the poor boil could go into shock if they didn't help warm him up. Sin was starting to feel a little snow shocked herself, but the warm heavy scarf, walking along, and Gabrians weight on her shoulders would do a lot to warm her back up. She glanced at Junko to make sure the ghoul was still alright and keeping up.

Sin didn't want to use her tent, she was afraid she'd crawl in there and fall asleep and freeze to death. She knew better, they had to keep moving, especially if they wanted to get out of this horrid place. "Yes, squeeze a bit so you won't slip off. Don't worry Gabrian it's no problem, besides this way you owe Alcie and I and we can get you to our party." She smiled and winked at Alcie before softly stroking Gabrian's scales for a moment trying to warm him back up. Geeze he was like a giant frozen sausage, how did he stand it?

Basil sat up and yawned in her tent before deciding to get up and start moving again. Slowly she got out of her tent, she had been so warm curled up in the tent. Basil saw Jamais was already up and ready. "Hey" she said with a nod before packing up her tent.

She was shaking slightly from the cold, but she didn't know it.

(Question, how big is Gabrian in his serpent form? Quarria = thirty feet long. Plus thirty foot wingspan of feathers. (She's kind of huge. XD;; )
And sorry for suddenly leaving yesteday! o u o;;; )

Quarria's huge serpent-like form glided through the snow as she followed Winston, nodding when he mentioned that the tea was bad anyway. "Sorry about your tea, none the less. Sounds like a good idea to keep moving forward, too. And now that I'm thinking about it too, I don't even know if I can blow fire right now...do you think that counts as a natural ability? Since, all I'm doing is sparking some venom on a flint-growth in my mouth..." She'd have to check that later. Especially now that she saw that there were TREES coming to fight them. Wood catches on fire, right? It'd be like pouring gasoline on one of the JOY trees if her flames still worked.

She smiled and shrugged at the girls after they had rejected her offer. Her form looked similar to a huge 'S', her head dipped to eye level with most of the humanoid students. Her long tail slid through the snow, leaving a serpentine track as she kept pace with the group. She pulled her feathers closer to her body, trying to retain heat. Wait, couldn't she just wrap some of the more frozen students in her wings? Double body heat, right? Some of the littler students could even come snuggle onto her 'shoulder' joint, where the wings came out of. Seemed like a good enough suggestion. Speaking to anyone in general, Quarria said, "If anyone needs to warm up, I'd like to offer my wings. Especially if you're small enough to come sit up here where they join my body. What am I saying, you're all small enough to fit there, silly me." She shook her head slightly. She extended one wing (which was easily fifteen feet long) and folded it partially so that anyone could come snuggle into them if they wanted to. "So, the offer is open to anyone. Oh, and if anyone needs a ride, I can provide that too." She said with a kind smile, more then happy to function as a serpent bus if it got her more warmth.

(Last Paragraph directed at everyone, especially people who are freezing like Kilo, Gabrian and his current ride, or anyone else for that matter.)

"Hey there! You lost?"
A friendly tree has appeared behind you! It wishes to hug you in painfully happy ways!

HP: 3

((I'm not sure... how long he is foot wise, but these... two pictures are pretty acurate! I'm pretty sure he's much smaller than Quarria XD And he has no wings - just some small fins since he's a nix))

Gabrian was trying really, really hard to keep his mind out of the gutter. Unfortunately, he found he was doing a rather poor job, however, and when Sin mentioned something or other about squeezing (he wasn't listening entirely, half stuck between the pleasure of body warmth and the fact he wasn't entirely too sure how to feel about the fact to rather pretty girls were carrying him), he tensed up. The immediate effect was that Alcie and Sin did, indeed feel slightly squeezed, "What?" a pause followed, "Wait, what?"

Oh, he was warm alright. Just a bit too much though, now.

Instead of trying to process the girls' conversation, the serpent rolled his eyes heavenward and decided to count undead sheep in his mind. It was his mild attempt at getting his mind off of the currently embarrassing (albeit extremely comfortable) situation. He didn't even want to know what his sister would say if he could see him now, "Worry not," he managed after he'd gotten around to the 40th undead sheep, "I don't believe I'll be slipping off any time soon. I think I've pretty tightly wound-" a pause, "Er, I'm coiled up just fine around both of you."

When Quarria spoke up, Gabrian lifted his head from Alcie's and used the tip of his tail to point at the larger serpent's form, "While this arrangement is lovely, why don't we take up her offer? We can just... sit on her, if she permits it, and still retain body heat together. That way you won't have to lift me up in the air."

"Wow that was a nice one, here lemme try too!"
The friendly tree thinks that this is some kind of game, and swings it branches at you in an alarming fashion.

HP: 1

Jamais watched in amusement as the tree seemed to think Basil was playing a game. While Basil might not have had the fanciest attack style, she was certainly doing pretty well against the tree.

The demoness watched from the sideline, out of the reach of the happy tree. All the while she was hoping poor Basil didn't get too beat up.