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"Hey, i'm not a harlot!" Demi cried out from indignation and gave Mot a gentle tap with his staff, watching the styrofoam dust fall off the mock weapon like snow. His smirk still didn't leave his face as he chuckled at the thought of the gunslinger having this ghoulish form as an alter ego.

"So, Pink bandit, what are you going to call your new weapon? Stardust twinkle pistol?" he asked back with a similar tone that the boil gave him before, sure that it fired starlight or some other jack awful substance.

Out came the camera, aimed at Demi and Mot. Snap.

Riley whistled innocently.

Altessa growled when the wind kicked up and showed off her well-rounded rear, to which she promptly shoved her dress back over her posterior and glowered at the one who kicked up the wind. Taking her staff, she gave Calder a good whack on the head. "Watch what yer doin'! Upliftin' skirts... pffft." Altessa bared her teeth at Calder before sidling with tthe purple female and her party. They seemed well rounded.

Riley was the picture of innocence as Demi yelled at her. She fluttered her eyelashes and cocked her head slowly, but she had no words to add to her innocent act. This was because Calder had her full attention before she could say a word. He was questioning her weapon - this made her eyes crescent into happy slits. She flipped her styrofoam cannon cat in her hand with the flick of her wrist, and stepped jauntily over to the kelpie.

Let me show you just how useful my weapon is, ni. She hissed out violently.

Being hit in the head with a makeshift wand really bugged him and he had half a mind to pull her hair before she sneaked on over to the small group. "Don't flatter yourself, ghouly. Maybe I was just seeing if you had a stick up there." He rubbed his head from under his cap before adjusting his hat back in place. Getting upset over a little breeze.

And just like that, Riley had his attention again. Taking the fan, he idly examined it, checking to see it was spread nice and wide and that the corners weren't bent. "Beating me off with your p***y, ni? I'm certainly not eager to volunteer to that abuse.....though I'm sure your little squad of boils there would like the punishment, ni." He lowered his fan and caught her eye.

"I saw you taking snapshots, ni. Why not let your group take some mental ones in exhcnage, ni?" To which he whipped his hand up and threw his hand down, causing a gust of wind to fly up.

Calder delicately gripped his own skirt down.

Fluffy, frilly, light and silly skirts.

This was why Riley should have known better than to divert away from her normal choice of attire for something so absolutely ridiculous.

The billows of white underneath her skirt filled with air, blossoming like a flower underneath her as it lifted up in the whirlwind of air that Calder's terrible fan set at her. She dropped her styrofoam cat, immediately placing both hands down onto the front of the skirt to try and bring it back down.

Then, she let out a sharp sigh, and her hands released the skirt. She placed her palms against her hip, and stood just a little too proudly, flying skirt and all.

You know what, Calder? I don't really care anymore. If you wanted to see under my skirt so badly, you should have just asked. I would have said no, but you could have just asked.

She spoke with a challenge in her voice, despite the fact that her skirt was billowing several inches above her hips. At least she was wearing respectable undergarments - she would not have enjoyed getting in trouble for indecent exposure.

"Now, now, ladies!" Roch said, draping an arm over both Demi and Mot's shoulders. "All this talk about harlots and bandits, what you both need is..." He let it linger for a moment, "A good pimp! And I can get you a damn good deal! We'll start out small--"

He was SO going to get hit.

Thanking jack for the upturned desk she was behind, poke kept her kneeled position, trying in vain to get her skirt to cover more then just the essentials. She did not like the feeling of being half naked in a area fillied with students she did not know, especially since this was open house and she was trying to make a good impression. This was not how she wanted everyone to remember her. She was a fighter for crying out loud! not some prissy little ghoul who fainted at the slightest hint of danger.

In her current position though, she had a front seat view of the action that was currently Riley and calder, and frankly she was very impressed with the purple tentacled ghoul who just shone strength and confidence, not to mention a good deal of bad a**-ness even though she was dressed in such silly attire.

Plus there was the two other boils...wait, ghouls now? yes, the other two, one being the hellhound she saw at the fitness booth as well as a gun toting reaper all dressed in pink, and if she wasn't mistaken they looked like they were enjoying themselves. Well, the gun guy was, at any rate. Until the breeze had ruffled his skirt and poke was shown a brilliant show of pink white bloomers.

...did that mean she was wearing blue bloomers as well?

...Yes, thank jack for upturned desks.

Although as bad as this was, she knew with utmost certainly that the dragon guy was in a much worse state then her. She did not know him at all but, but it was taking a great deal with control for her not to burst out laughing at what he was wearing. It was...amazing. And his reaction to said skirts was even better. It was a trainwreck and she couldn't look away from the sight of this mighty dragon boil in a skirt that was as short as hers. And he sparkled too.

She held her breath. No, she wasn't going to laugh. It was not right...although it was still quite funny.

Looking at everyone, she then realized that they had to make some sort of weapon out of the supplies they had. Although she was astounded at said supplies and wondered exactly how they were going to fight this 'threat' if all their weapons would break with just one blow? Oh well it was no drama to her, If the weapon she made broke she'd just use her fists. It was more satisfying anyway.

However she was sitll faced with a major problem at her hands. Said supplies, were not near enough for her to safely grab. She would need to remove herself from her little safety area to get them. Which meant exposing her own pretty sparkly dress to everyone.

.....fffff

Face set, she moved to the edge of the desk, reaching out as far as she could as she tried to grab at the nearest set of materials near, one of those cardboard stick things that you were left with once you use the rest of your wrapping paper. Though try as she might, she could not reach the thing without exposing most of her frilly skirt.