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She hummed thoughtfully, her expression mimicking her tone. The puca certainly had a point. What one considered to be bad could be good to another. Bad and good could be relative. “Point taken, but ‘at makes it more important tae be mindful ay others. It’s nae good tae give them a touch they dun want.” Somehow, Fallow’s response didn’t surprise Dev in the least. “Ah figured. Ah like th’ good touches.”

“Ahm takin’ Conquest an’ Death. Ye?” From what little she gathered about the clans, Conquest and Death suited her the most. She was more interested in strategies and things that weren’t quite so hands-on or aggressive, which was why War had definitely been thrown out the window for the ghoul. Her ears perked, waiting for Fallow to state his own classes.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder and Dev turned around. “Hm? Common?” Her brows knitted together at the glowing boil’s laughter. It sounded a lot like a horse. Her brows quickly undid themselves as Fallow leaned in toward the reappear. She shot them both an amused smirk, canine teeth and all. Her curled tail swished back and forth. She let out a bark of laughter when she saw the look on Bon’s face. “It’s nae a common greetin’. Nae from where Ahm from.” Holding back laughter, she reached out to gently tug at Fallow’s sleeve. “Dun scare th’ poor boil, okay? Ahm Dev.”

Though she was a demon and came from a prestigious family, Morrigan was not accustomed to people speaking to her, especially boils. Of course, her family's reputation didn't extend to her as she was a lowly imp and many in her own family considered her a blight. They were avarice demons or succubi and so her birth had shocked them. It was as if she was deemed unworthy over something she had no choice in. It seemed natural to assume everyone else would see her as her family did, a waste of space.

She had been staring at this boil for several moments before speaking, unaware that such an action may be considered rude. She took note of his familiar, and that brought her something in common. On top of that, he accessorized extremely well. Even his nails were given a splash of color and she had never met a boil that she had considered pretty before. It was strange because despite being a stranger, there was something calming about him, inviting. As if she knew he could be trusted. Maybe it was the way his ears twitched.

"I wouldn't say I am ready, but I do look forward to it. The Four Clans seem very.. intimidating don't they? It will be interesting to find out more about them. I'm Morrigan but everyone calls me Morri, or sometimes just Mo. This bouncing bundle of energy is Mimic!" The little box paused briefly to open up so he could get a good look at the boil. Once he decided the boil wouldn't pose a threat to his mistress, he turned his attention towards the cat, bouncing excitedly in greeting. He did love making new friends!

Alexander gave Yin a small smile. His question had really been more rhetorical then anything. He already knew why they were going, but he found it slightly amusing and almost sweet that Yin felt he needed to answer it anyways. The other boil had just seemed so...tense, lately. But Alex was trying to ignore it, trying not to press him in case he damaged what slow progress in the relationship he might have managed to rebuild. If Yin didn't want to talk about it, then the zomboil was just going to wait until he was ready, and hope that the weremantis appreciated that more then when Alex had demanded answers.

"Yes, okay. I can handle that..." He murmured quickly, before a familiar face approached and his face lit up in a large grin as he straightened up in his seat slightly.

"Mei, hi!" He greeted her, as she reached them, then listened to her question.

"Well, uh, first I'll.. I mean, we'll--" He glanced over towards Yin, not even thinking to introduce the boil to the new ghoul he likely hadn't ever met. "--be in war, and then I'll be taking famine." He replied.

"How about yo---" He was suddenly interupptted by something tugging on his shirt sleeve. He turned his tall, lanky form in his seat, eyes blinking, eyebrows raised towards a ghoul he'd never seen before.

"Uhhhh, hi?" He said, somewhat taken aback, but attempting to recover as he gave her a warm smile, hearing the words 'exchange student' and instantly feeling a little bit bad for her. It must have been so overwhelming to be thrown into Amityville without knowing anybody.

"Well, if you're supposed to be in Amityville Academy and you're also doing the exchange with the horsemen clans, then yes, I'd say you are in the right place." He answered her, before reaching out a hand. "I'm Alexander."

Her hands slowed briefly as Endzela spoke, pressing her lips a little to repress a giggle that wanted to rise. Kettil was starting to remind her of another reaper she'd met before.. The hand still placed at the owl's head gave a few delicate pets to the 'horns' there, before her finger tips positioned towards the back of the skull, where ever so gently, she began to massage there; as she usually did with her Peldin's, who enjoyed that area being rubbed. Usually their ruffled leaf frills were there, and boy did they like them to be massaged!

Ev gave a confident smile to Kettil, canting her head a touch, "Yes perhaps we shall~ have any of the classes struck your fancy?" she asked curiously, also sparing an intrigued glance to the tattoo's drawn along his arms that a few lazy moths began to walk along.

"Err, what Herryk said." Although Mort felt bad for the guy, he looked like a little lost scareling who was about to go in over his head - and for all they knew, that was probably the case. "But, ah, stick with me, c-can help get used to," he offered quickly. "At least for first week. Conquest, can't be for. But can help? Isn't so bad if stick together. Learn quickly to find new friends in situations. N' fact, was how met Herryk!"

Well, sorta. Kinda.

Mei made an 'o' like shape with her lips. Feigning surprise. She kind of figured the boil next to Alex was Yin and the whole we thing in his speech just affirmed that. "I assume by we you mean you and Yin, who I can only assume from what you've told me is the boil sittin' right next to you." She knew it, but affirmation of her figuring out something gave her an unexplained high.

As he answered her question she leaned her chin in the palm of her hand and cradled her elbow in her other. "Oh neat! I'm in Death the first week. Conquest the next. Kinda wished we had a class together but oh well. It seems like its going to be a scream though." Her body went rigid for a moment as she tapped her finger to her forehead. "Oh! That reminds me. I got a new eyephone yesterday, I'm still figuring this thing out but if you want my number I can give it to you. Ya know, so we can set up that DDD match and junk.

It's light, he thought as he shook the object in his hands, but not candy?

His extra appendages sunk into him. The fingers fused and melted in his cheeks, the arms withered down to his shoulders as he absorbed it. It disappeared like they were never there. His eyes were wide. He stared directly down at his hand with a raised brow.

He looked up at Circe, back down at his hand, back up at Circe, and back down to the pin.

“I want to take this, but I can’t,” he looked up at Circe, a grin gone from his face, “I shouldn’t?”

He knew how precious the pin was. He was, after all, sort of an expert with art and knows the price of most objects. Each pin was unique and very personal, those alone made it valuable. But to the ghost, the Reaper’s pin was far more valuable because of who owned it.

“I won’t take this unless you take mine.”

The slimer closed one of his palms, and slowly uncurled each finger in order, starting from his pinky finger, and like magic, produced his own pin. It was bright, it seemed to glow, but it just reflected light very well. It was very green. It had a skull in the center.