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Tybalt wished he hadn't woken up. The voices were finally gone, but his body was heavy, his mind was groggy. Simply put, he felt awful. If it weren't for the conversation between the head priestess and the boogeyman, he might have even allowed his mind to slip back into a deep slumber. Instead he listened with mild interest, propping himself up against the wall.

He could tell the boogeyman wasn't pleased with the outcome and was merely following what he was ordered to do. Not that Tybalt was surprised, though it amused him. He never grew tired of seeing them angered when their plans were thwarted and they didn't get their way. So when Madea invited them along for the ceremony, and the boogeyman turned a glare on them, the black dog couldn't help but smile sweetly back at him. He didn't really care about any ceremony and if it wasn't for the sole fact that attending, pissed the boogeyman off, Tybalt might have even opted to sit this one out. However, because it did, Tybalt had followed willingly.

Though, like the others, when they arrived, he stood silently within the group, unsure of how to react when Death addressed them all. Rather, he was too shocked. Shocked that the leader of the death clan was even still alive. He had thought that all the leaders had been wiped out with the rest of the clans and yet, there he was.

Tybalt fidgeted as he spoke. The black dog's expression remained blank. Even after all of this, he didn't trust them completely. He had seen many things over the past two weeks that had put a fair amount doubt about the four clans in his mind. The fact that they were smaller in numbers now did little to remove that doubt. They were after all, powerful beings, worthy of being feared. For them to be back in Halloween now... Just what was he expecting? On top of that... there was also Madea's words to consider.

"All paths lead to the same end."

Did she mean to say that that future they had seen in class was still very much a possibility..? Did these events only push them closer to it? Was there really any way to stop it? He didn't know, but in any case, it certainly gave the black dog plenty to think about.

This journey had been far more interesting then she could have ever imagined it would have been. She had gained stronger bonds with friends, and felt as though she had also lost some. She had learned many new skills, but a seed of doubt and sadness had grown in her heart. Her beliefs had once again been torn away from her by those she thought were the source of those beliefs. What was she supposed to fight for? She had been so cold and heartless, not thinking of how the clansmen had felt through all of this. The innocent bystanders were not to blame for what leaders did or did not do. Whisper was confused...it seemed lately that's all she was. She had put so much faith in those around her, and it seemed to be misplaced the majority of the time.

The ghoul sat through the sombre ceremony, contemplating the event that had just occurred. She didn't know what to think...what to say...or even feel. She could have fought for them. But would it have even really mattered? And an even bigger question; Did she even belong at amityville anymore? It seemed like everything there kept beating her down, pulling her up just a little, and then beating further. How could this really be good for any of them? These were all questions she had to figure out the answers to. But who could help her? Who could she trust? Even more questions, even less answers.

She got up when the ceremony ended, unsure and unsteady. Clearly there was some master plan being made out there, but she wasn't a part of the planning...just a pawn. Maybe it was time to stop being just a piece in someones game...It was time to take control of her own destiny.

Alex had stood, waiting, nervous, his hands coming out of his pockets to first fiddle with the bottom of his shirt, but there was no shirt there for his fingers to grasp. So instead, he reached up and loosened his tie, or at least, what was left of it. It suddenly seemed tight, like it was choking him, like somebody was going to pull on it and drag him towards the ground. His fingers fumbled at the knot, something that his fingers could normally deftly do became a chore as he managed to loosen and finally undo, and then let the mangled tie slide off from around his neck. He thought it might make him feel better.

It didn't.

While he did this, Yin was answering his question, and he listened to his words quietly. They sounded wrong, like there was a hint of something there, and his paranoia grasped a hold of that before he could even think of what it might actually mean, though it did seem as though his unease and doubt were justified. Yin looked tired, though that was understandable, Alex felt the same way. But on top of that he sounded...defeated, hollow, mechnical even. He was just saying what he thought Alex wanted to hear. The zomboils chest clenched. It was true, his fears were becoming a reality. Yin didn't want him, and was just too nice to say so. Another sudden wave of nausea hit the zomboil, though perhaps this time for a different reason then before, a shudder running from the base of his skull down to his toes that left him feeling numb and dead inside. It seemed his interior could match his exterior as well now. He tried to speak, his mouth parted slightly, but no words came. He could feel it, the warmth just barely beginning to heat up his cheeks, to make his eyes start to tear up ever so slightly. He blinked it away, his throat constricted. He needed to say something, he needed to just..get away. Yin didn't want him. He should just go to his own room. Fei was there anyways, and his other pets..he could shower in the undead dorms, curl up in his be---no wait, no bed. The chair then. Curl up in the chair and let himself drift away, try not to think, try to forget, try not to let this bother him too much. After all, it wasn't really surprising, was it?

Words finally came, though his voice was strange, broken, sounding as defeated as he looked. "Never mind..i--it's fine..." He looked down at the ground, he couldn't even force himself to raise his eyes, and it was utterly pathetic. "I'll..I'll just..I'll be in my room..." He finally stammered, squeezing his eyes shut, shoving down all the pain, all the hurt suddenly welling up in his chest.

"Just come find me, if you want me." he finished, his voice rushed now, as he felt like he needed to just get it out, and get going, before he made a further spectacle of himself. No need to prolong the torture, or the overwhelming awkwardness further.

He turned to stumble away, still staring firmly at the ground in front of him. Trying not to think, trying not to let the pain show. One hand came up to run fingers through his grimy and blood speckled hair. A shower was definitely needed but it was doubtful he would even bother. He didn't exactly feel as though he had anybody he needed to impress anymore. Hands finally finding their way back into his pockets, he shuffled away, feeling lost, alone, and full of doubts.

Quietly, in the deepest recesses of his mind, the voices continued to whisper words he couldn't understand.

That smell...so nice and inviting, it was a smell she recognised from the Isle of Death, did that mean? She opened her eyes quickly, blinking a few times before her mind registered that the darkness she was still seeing was because she was laying on top of someone.

Wait...on top of someone? Pulling back very slowly and gingerly she saw she was in a place that was unfamiliar to her, she could see other students around starting to move and stir from their sleep. Those voices were back, she still was very annoyed at the fact that they were in her head in the first place let alone the fact that it was hard to decipher what exactly they wanted from her.

Looking down as she registered the weight wrapped around her she found a small smile, Julian. He must have found her, he was holding her close. He looked so peaceful, as if nothing had happened as if he hadn't left her. Blinking, there was that nagging feeling again, he left her. But the stronger urge to sweep her lips over his was lingering just out of reach. The stronger urge won out as she gently kissed him, okay it wasn't as good as the kiss he gave her was, but it was soft and sweet. Besides she wasn't even sure if she had imagined the whole thing.

"Julian...wake up..."

She said very softly so not to startle him. She knew deep down that this was the end that she wasn't going to see him again, that she was going to be sent home and there was nothing he or anyone else would be willing to do. She was going to be alone...he was going to leave her...those thoughts swirling around in her mind making her feel even more drained.

Amrita awoke unaware of the fact that Calder had been holding her. She had fallen asleep without him, and now that she was awake she could see through her sleepy daze that he was in the process of standing. The heavy limbs were no stranger to her, however the sudden nausea she felt was, and for a moment she stayed on the ground unwilling to get up. Why bother standing? Something new would just come to knock her back down again; it'd happened before, it'll happen again. It won't ever stop happening, so why give it the satisfaction? She'll stay on the ground, thank you. The nice, calming, solid ground of Halloween. Of Home.

But as determined as she was to stay down, it was noticing that Calder - and the rest of the group - was beginning to leave that made her struggle to her awkward feet and drag herself along with them. As she walked she busied herself with that Hunter's bloody Cowl, pulling it from the gaping hole from sternum to chin. Well, at least she got a consolation prize, even if it was contaminated with Hunter filth. She stopped to stand beside Calder and had just enough time to wrap the bloody blue garment very tightly around herself, trying to mostly close or hide what she could, leaving her with a tight wrap around her neck, chest and just under her ribs, the unused pieces trailing down her sides and to the ground.

It was good timing as now the figure began to talk, eliciting a little ceremony for the remaining Horsemen. At first she wasn't sure how to feel about them; hadn't the Horsemen pulled them into their battles? Weren't they the ones responsible for the Hunters? But on the flip side, they did lose their home, their culture, their everything. The pocket of them that survived had to start over from scratch, and in that she could sympathize albeit slightly; she uprooted herself, too. She had to learn to adapt to a new environment. The difference was, the relocation had been her choice; the Horsemen had none, and she couldn't grasp how lonely that would be. How terrible that would feel. Nothing.

She said nothing to Death's declaration. Aid she would always give, her memories would remain with her, and no matter what she thought about them deep down she knew they had been very helpful in the past and had saved her and her friends on more than one occasion. It was a mutual thing now, it seemed.

The crowd began to disperse, and Amrita looked around to see where her friends had went; Mort was already shuffling off in dejection (she'd have to talk to him later, she made a mental note), Aymet looked...well it was hard to tell with him, but at least he looked decent enough. Finally she looked over at the Kelpie at her side, lost in thought and suffering. On her list of priorities, he suddenly hit the top.

Despite the voices she reached out, pressing her cold hand gently into the right wrap of his arms, urging him to free one of them so she could hold his hand. The ghoul managed only a small smile before she gave his arm a gentle tug to try and lead him away from the Horsemen. She was quiet to him, but as she passed Aymet she brushed her vine-infested stump of an arm against his briefly.

"IIiii will talk to you laaater, okaay?" She was trying to be calming, doing her absolute best to be reassuring, but it was hard when your vocal cords were destroyed. Anything she said came out almost wet and rasping, broken but with a noticeable dual tone to it that was almost androgynous. He received a small smile that hopefully made up for her voice before her attention went entirely to the Kelpie, leading him away.

(( Exit! ))

It wasn't particularly that she had something sudden, or important to say to him. She just wanted one last moment, because sitting with him on the bridge had meant a lot, and it had somehow made her feel better about the future. So that was all she had in mind, given she had already passed her pin on to him. She hoped she wouldn't lose track of Olivia and not get to hug her goodbye one last time, though-- it was just that she wanted to... well. She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted. She supposed that was the conundrum of actually having emotions.

Still, Amarus stepped to the side with Faustus and leaned up for a moment to slip her arms around his neck, just for a moment, and then stood normally again, as much as she was able. For a couple seconds, all she did was look at him, first expressionless, and then her features pulling into something that looked somewhere between puzzlement, distress and concentration. "I wish I had an eyePhone or something, so I could take a photo of us," she began. "I'm afraid that when you leave, I'll lose details... like your messy hair, or I'll forget what colour your eyes are, or--" Amarus inhaled deeply out of habit-- ghosts, after all, had no need to breathe. "Faussi, I don't have the words," she lamented, feeling her nausea grow twofold.

"Can I just, um--" Amarus looked down, and then standing up on the tip of her toes, she kissed Faustus' cheek one more time, pausing long enough to make it purposeful. Then, entirely beyond crushing embarrassment, Amarus stood still in front of him, chewing on the inside of her cheek and looking him in the eye with her blank stare. She smiled, shook her head, bells jingling. "Just in case," she said. She had a lot that she actually wanted to say to him, but... nothing that she could outright say, not that she hadn't said before or at least she felt ... Amarus was not good with feelings, especially not when she couldn't tell how much of her was the right her and how much was a remnant from the island madness.

She looked around for Olivia, hoping the ghoul had found Willow, and that Amarus could at least say her goodbyes to Olivia one last time. She reached one hand out, looking for Faustus' hand idly.

Willow had left in order to get some rest, still feeling rather tried but her ears perked when her phone started going off. She read the message before sending a reply.

Julian's face fell as she looked down. And when she spoke, his frown deepened. Yes, it was closer to them parting, but...
Forget her? How could he forget her? She wasn't the kind of ghoul he could just forget, not really. She had been the first ghoul to kiss him and the first he'd really truly kissed and he didn't think he could forget anything from this trip.

His hand moved from hers and pressed against her cheek, moving just a bit to nudge her face up.
"I won't forget you. And... And I didn't mean to leave you. I shouldn't have left you, I'm sorry," he replied, his voice sincere. He had left her, she'd been on her own, anything could have happened to her and it would have been his fault. He hadn't protected her. He couldn't protect anyone, he was useless, helpless. He would never be strong like his brothers, never clever enough to figure it out before it's too late.

Julian puled her into a hug, surprising even himself at how okay he was getting with this sort of contact.
"I won't forget you. I promise."