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Suddenly happy shrieks and arms everywhere.

Eyebrows raised, Jack looked down at his stomach, he saw a reflection of an overly-excited face of the little miss, he gave her a soft grin and petting her hair contently. "Hello Miss Bells." He stated down to her, purring a little softly, before tilting his head to listen to her, the audible groan of the mantis-boil making him laugh lightly, eyebrows raised.

"Ah, so you're finding some victims for the new student club, hmm?" he murmured down to her, as he looked over the fashion that Yin had made. "Well, you can't force him, but he has accepted to go to the first meeting, mm? If it makes him feel better, I can come also." He offered, looking to Yin, grinning openly, deciding on the little 'battle' they would have.

"Well, we both try to make something fashionable, and Miss. Bells can tell us which one looks better in the end. How about that?" He explained.

Solia the excited had found the fashion booth. Fashion. A booth about it. Granted, she didn't think half of what she'd seen in halloween thus far was gashionable, Israfel was telling her the basics, how black was always in and orange never went out of style. How if used right a skull could make or break an outfit.

Red wings kept their odd shuffling as Solia adjusted to her golem. Plus no heels just kept bugging her. She was back to being tiny and short. Still, the club seemed fun, and Israfel was letting out a series of chirps, telling her what to do.
Pull out that dress, no, that dress! Now pull out that ribbon yet, it goes with the dress. Those shoe- no right right. Yes! Those. Now that! yes! That necklace, the one with the opal!

When completed, she smiled, hands clapping together. It was pretty, just like Israfel had said it would be.
'Spidersilk'
"Hrm?"
'Spidersilk' is high quality, and the way it retains color is impressive, not to mention how it feels.
Solia wasn't sure what to say about that, but, it was a nice outfit.

A turn, the blue dress, the instructions. The hunter in the golem paused.
"Israfel?" Her weapon made a low humming noise.
Will you add a rose for me? She blinked. Wondering if the one they talked about was-
Maybe.
She added a rose and before she could open her mouth the bird in her head went on.
I don't know, but... it is a nice thing they have done. Sweet. I wish you could ask but...
"Why not?" She pinned the flower to the dress.
If it is me they speak of, they will be hurt. I don't remember much but... They hurt Solia. They're hurt and scared of hunters. I do not wish to think what they would do if they discovered you. Or the others. So... please. Let them mourn. Better they mourn a friend then cast the illusion they might return to them. I am a weapon Solia. This is what I want.

Her lips pursed. She didn't quite understand it, but, still, she was going to answer the question they had up, Israfel giving her answer.

"Victorian." The red siren golem smiled. "And, can I ask, who is the memorial for exactly?"
Solia.... The siren sighed in her head. Please be careful.

Total: 50

"If...if that is the battle that is fine." Yin did not seem nearly as thrilled now, but if he was challenged and Miss Belladonna Divine was going to judge he could hardly back out now.

Now it was serious. He began looking for things, finding pairs of everything to create a complete outfit. He even took a glance at their judge and went with a shade of pink for part of his design. Matching colors easily by now and then looking for complimentary shapes. There was contrast to be sure but everything went together in a simple way that was undeniably fashionable.

Maybe this was where Yin belonged.

Score: 58

The girl in the golem was beaming. They had liked her choices, well, Israfel's choices really. Close enough. The siren puffed his metaphorical chest in pride. He still had it. He knew how to work it. Solia smiled at the sound of him cooing in her head. "No longer with you? How did he die?"
And the cooing stopped. In her head, Israfel held his breath, waiting.
"And I like shoes. It's just that cliche guilty pleasure you know." Israfel she could feel relaxing, but she'd upset him slightly. The hunter made note to apologize later.

If she didn't forget.

"Aw, well um, Sorry. Just, I know someone named Israfel!" Red earwings perked up, as the siren in her skull began to let out a cheep of worry.
Solia... Solia please.
"A siren!" She paused, looging at her own wings which were still stuck in odd shuffle mode. "Like me!"
Solia please, let them mourn. If it is me, then they find out. Please Solia, I don't want you to get hurt.

Solia stopped but, she wanted answers. Israfel was saying no, but her mind was telling her yes. He didn't remember his past after all, he wasn't telling her. She smiled, reaching out to the reaper, pulling her into a hug. If seemed like a good idea. "I am sure he is really happy you know! That you're doing this for him!" She bounced on the balls of her feet, pulling away to look at what the two males made.

One was a bug thing, which was pretty badass, the other a cat. Neko. "Aw aw omg you are the cutest." She clapped her hands together. "I'm sorry I just want to pet your ears they are adorable."

Know. Present tense.
The word registered before the hug, which surprised Belladonna enough that she hardly had time to return it properly. Which was a shame, as she was a usually affectionate ghoul and otherwise would have absolutely no qualms with such. Granted, the hug felt mostly unwarranted as she had barely spoken to this ghoul and they hadn't really connected on much, but the witch could idly bob her in agreement.
Know. Present tense.
When the creature turned toward Jackb and Yin, Belladonna forced a small smile to her face. Never before had it been truly difficult to do that, never before had she actually had to force her outer self to do something enough that it hurt. But a smile she sported, especially for Yin as he tried to back away from the club.
Know. Present tense.

And then it all came crashing down as Belladonna remembered everything and the reason no one had spoken of the lost Siren, especially not around Yin. The witch could have cursed out loud, but propriety still held sway.
Before she could even stop herself she reached out to Yin, in the perfect position to catch the little coffin before it hit the ground. This was not the time nor the place to have this discussion. Things were too bad for the mantis boil already, no matter his play at nervous stoicism.
So uncertain, so unlike her, Belladonna instead looked pointedly at the siren and softly shook her head. It was an action that meant 'Stop' and 'Don't say anything else', possibly with an extra little shake that tacked on a 'Or I will punch you in the mouth', but that one was a little unsure.

Well, this bright pink booth is unusual. Desu chan's booth is always pink, so that's expectable. The reaper who stabbed her with a pin earlier is also seen there. But the booth itself? Nope. Ingrid didn't expect this at all! But anyways, when she came closer to the booth, she can see a cardboard filled with clothes. Not far from there, is a dress form. " Designing a dress? ", Ingrid smirks. " This'll be easy! ".

Ingrid quickly search for clothes in the cardboard box. Finally, she took out white shirt. " Well... This thing is simple... But could be paired with something... ", she said. Ingrid's thinking hard... " Got it! ", she said as she snapped her fingers. Ingrid threw the white shirt to the dress form, and quickly dipped her hand into the box again. " Hmm... This black vest will do just fine! ". She runs towards the dress form, and puts the white shirt and the black vest on the dress form. " It's still missing some accessories... ", she mumbled as she ran towards the box.

She searches for an accessory, and finally found a black bowtie, and a tribal bracelet. She ran towards the dress form again, and puts the accessories on.

" Bottoms! ", Ingrid yelled when she realized how stupid she is to have forgotten it. She quickly run to the box, and search for pants... Skirts... Or anything alike. She found a set of tuxedo. She threw the jacket away, and hold the tuxedo's pants in her hands. " Gotta' get this fast! ", she said as she ran towards the dress form.

TOO LATE.

It's already been 5 minutes. " Crap! ", she yelled as she throw the pants back into the box angrily. She looks at the reaper, and said, " Well, i do want a token... But could i just take the red bow? ".

Total score : 29
(( I just want the red bow... :'3 So.. Do i need to answer those questions now, or does Bella needs to ask them to Ingrid first, then i answer it? :0 But still, i'm waiting for Bella to ask me the questions :3 Then Ingrid will answer it~ ))

Here for a moment, and gone in a flash! Alexander wandered back over to Belladonna's booth for a third time, not sure why he kept doing so but for some reason finding the act of matching clothes together and throwing them on a form relaxing. Except he didn't really want to get too comfortable, and would rather just throw something together and be on his way.

The zomboil began rummaging through the box, literally throwing things up onto the form before straitening up and taking the time to rearrange them properly into some semblance of incredibly awesome fashion artistry.

Of course to finish it all off, again, he looped a tie around the neck complete with a skull pin that..he just pulled out of his pocket? Hey, it was Alexander's signature "thing". Now everyone would look at it and know that he had done it.

The zomboil moved away quickly before he could be confronted.

Score: 59