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Pepin would not know it at first but she owed Mot a fancy dinner with ten or so friends at a restaurant of his choice for such a feat.

Lark spoke in an unnaturally loud voice.

"Who, Freya? Yeah, that ghoul's got a way of givin' ya the shits, that's fer sure." She didn't even send Freya a look, just bent slightly so that she could peer into the smaller ghoul's eyes. Her smile was friendly. "Aww, treat, nobody can be mad at'cha fer bein' upset with gettin' a fright, too right. Y'didn't do nothin' wrong. Roch ain't gonna be mad, ghoul. If he is, I'll be shocked, too right." She grinned at Roch before turning back to Chuppi.

Lark reached forward to point at Chuppi's quills.

"Them spines, they quite impressive, Chupps. Quite impressive."



"Jove, do not worry about Freya. Freya is Herryk's ghoulfriend! She is a nice ghoul, Herryk promises." He beamed at little Jove, shooting a glance at Freya that said 'say hello, omfg' before turning back to Jove... and noticing for the first time the bruise on fluffpup's cheek.

"Jove." Herryk's voice was very serious. He knew from past experience that the pup didn't react well to being too mothered, but Herryk couldn't keep the concern out of his voice.

"What happened to Jove's cheek? And his ear?"

"Huh," Roch said, taking in a few interesting things at once. He didn't know Lark that well, but he was still a bit surprised at the way she'd reacted. And-- "Well," he said slowly, thinking how to put it without saying bluntly, "what goes around comes around."

"I'm not mad, Chuppi," he said, instead. "You had a little accident. They'll feel fine soon enough, right? I make myself sick every time I practice, it ain't the end of the world, y'know?"

Then he looked at Lark, just for a second, a questioning glance that was shot towards Freya, then back. Of course, he didn't expect her to answer right away, and he looked back to Chuppi.

"Both of you," he said quietly. "If the guy in red moves strange, I'm gonna get to my feet and I want both of you behind me. Preferably out the door, got it?" His tone was casual, but the look in his eyes was serious.

Did someone else say Freya's name? Some ghoul's voice. Agh, his head hurt. The world was slowly not turning so much as Freya' rubbed his belly . . . He stumbled a bit as the valkyrie helped him up, keeping ahold of her hand juuuuust in case.

Body, you gonna wibble wobble?

No, I won't. For now.

Good.

Then he let go of her hand. "Thanks . . . N-Not a lot, no." There wasn't much that could corrupt an already kinda decaying body beyond. well, mold.

And really, what sort of person did you think Mort was? He couldn't even begin to create circumstances for risk of mold.

His suspicions about Chuppi's teary-eyed look of guilt were withheld for now. "Herryk, e-eyphone please?" Mort asked, though his attention got quickly diverted when he noted the draugr's tone of concern.

. . . Wait, since when did the littler boil have bruises and scratches? ovo; What'd he do?

Cymbeline's big grin grew wider, and she might have gone ahead with her first instinct and punched West in the stomach just to get that fight he spoke of started if it wasn't for the company. Some unfamiliar company, who smelled of sweet citrus, so sweet... And the hate, the dislike, the animosity, it was sweeter still.

The heir turned her grin towards the monster. Oh, but wouldn't it be FUN to fight against both of them, she would simply bask in the hate, the rage... Bathe in it...

After a second she shrugged. "I thought I might at least find Pesty... He does love to throw a fit. Or anything really~"

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... Ghoulfriend? Not Herryk too! He made a face, wrinkling his nose and sticking out his tongue. Why did all his friends have to go do that, end up with ghoulfriends and spend time kissing and doing gross things? Jove vowed he would never have a ghoulfriend. Ew.

His expression sobered just a little as Herryk asked him what happened. Why did everyone keep asking that? He just got into a little fight, that's all! Instead of answering in words, the pup tilted his head in a casual expression, looking away as if to say "It's nothing, no need to worry."

Then he tried to change the topic of the one-sided conversation by focusing his attention back on the reaper ghoul, Freya, and the zombie, unaware that said zombie was already wondering what happened to him as well. What happened to them was a better question. Maybe it was cooties?

Mei smiled at Tybalt when he spoke, folding her arms over her chest. "Your a mind reader Tybalt. You should put that talent to good use, and make a few seeds off of it." Of course she was texting Bul, she rarely texted anyone else, unless it was a close friend. "Just trying to figure out where he is. Crowds make it difficult to locate people.."

Feeling the small vibration in her hand, she glanced down to her phone a moment, before flipping it open. Nearly snorting at his reply, she began to text back.



Snapping the phone shut again, she turned to Vaith and the others. "Okay, I have to go search for my boilfriend. See you guys later. Also, Tybalt! You and Night still need to meet up with me later!" Waving to the small group, she started out into the sea of students.

Bul shouldn't be too hard to find..at least she hoped. Being shorter than a lot of people didn't make searching any easier either..

After wandering around for a bit, she finally located whom she had been searching for. Walking up, she reached for his tail, and gave it a light tug to let him know she was there. "Found you~"

It would've been a normal evening for the Mermaid ghoul, tucked away in either her little alcove of the library reading or in her tank swimming with her minipets, possibly watch a pirate battle or two on the surface between her minipets as well. Instead, she had been snatched up by her friend of sorts, a reaper by the name of Mac.

The last time she had seen the boil was when he had helped her with her writing, which she had practiced vigorously so that his lessons did not go to waste. The walk had been short as he said something that made her laugh, a slight chuckle out of the mermaid ghoul and fullbody flush. Always the same, he always had a way about him that turned her red with embarrassment, even though he was now a year higher. A senior student of sorts for her.

When they entered the gym though, she was caught up in the whirlwind of people around them. Though she was more at ease with Mac nearby, her flush deepened when his hand curled around her back, just a small touch that had her looking up at him.

"Mac? Um...your hand..." Her voice was drowned out by the sheer amount of people. "What? So many people!"

Okay, a crowd. He could deal with this. Eyes scanning the crowd the weremantis began to search for some boil, any boil really, that had not managed to get himself attached to a ghouls (or in the case of one apparently hapless undead, multiple ghouls).

Finally his eyes rested on one boil, one whom appeared to be almost human. He seemed to be alone. If I look like I have a purpose no one will question me. No one ever stops the servant from doing something, and so if I look busy no one will bother me. He hoped.

Striding quickly he began the delicate process of weaving his way through a crowd while not seriously jostling anyone until he found himself near the black-haired boil. Nonchalantly he spoke up, "is this what the gym-nas-ium" he formed the word carefully, "is normally like? This is my first time here and I thought it would be less..." he gestured around them, "this." It was a rather lame finish, but he honestly didn't know how else to describe it.