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Mot O'Boyle had not been to Amity in a very long time. However, after running into a scared little banshee in town one day (who seemed to be muttering and yelling loudly about what to wear), he had a sudden flux of nostalgia. He wondered if any alumni he knew would be there. He missed the atmosphere. And he also had some news he wished to bring forth to those he'd not seen in some time.

So the Grim Reaper dressed in his finest. That is, underneath the giant bulky WolfSkin cloak, complete with ears on a hood. Wad it a hood? It just looked like a hollowed out wolf's head sewn onto the cloak.

No matter.

Mot stepped through the surreal decorations with a loud whistle of approval. "Goodness, they go all out every year."

Xavier had hemmed and hawed for hours trying to figure out what to wear. In spite of Hel's promise to stay away for the evening, there was still a terrible sense of anxiety that was welling in the pit of his stomach, butterflies possibly exploding in the midst of it. He was quite certain that he would melt into an Xavier-shaped puddle before the night even started, which would not only have been disappointing, but terribly pathetic as well.

Painstakingly putting together every inch of his costume - which was not, actually, too far off from what he normally wore - Xavier waffled in front of the mirror for another twenty minutes, shifting his sweeping, dark coat this way and that, making sure the feathers were in the proper place, making sure that his hair was slicked back and not in his face. Wings were tucked away, hidden inside of his back, his necktie was in place (he would have worn gloves to match, but there were no gloves made that matched his clawed fingers, which were quite a bit too long now), and he was finally, terribly ready.

Xavier walked out the door, turned around, walked back in, stopped, turned, and walked back out again.

It took him several minutes to get to the gym, and by the time he got there, he was just slightly later in meeting Helmut than planned. Xavier flashed a nervous look at all of the students milling past, chattering and laughing and giggling to one another, some of them in pairs, some alone, some in groups. He straightened his tie again, fiddling with the fabric as he approached the gym doors.

Helmut was almost overlooked. In fact, he did a double take, because her face was blocked by the camera she was clutching, and Helmut's hair was actually pulled back a little by tiny white clips. Xavier stumbled a little, tripping over absolutely nothing (such was his life), and sucked in a sharp breath.

"H-Helmut," he said nervously, twiddling his claws together anxiously.

Damien had rolled his eyes with a smile when Uru went to find some of his friends, it was nice to know that there were creeple that he also had a connection with. "If anyone that I remember still remains, a few of them had already graduated." he stated, while he himself had been focusing on the talent agency that was trying to groom him into the career of an actor. Separate classes that Amity just did not cover abundantly in the niche of that talent, he had to balance that as well as whatever classes he could fit in here. It was but a moment when he nursed his drink when the demon hound returned in view with a boil that he hadn't come across before. "Hello, I'm Damien, its nice to meet you.." the words began to tumble, falling into step with the manners that was ingrained in the teachings of his youth. Back straight, eyes bright and attentive.


And the sight of a petite pink accented Baku made its appearance and Damien wanted to hide from the world. The symphony of voices was not ready for this, the hellhound couldn't even remember if he told Uru the friendship he had with the ghoul, and the feelings he once shared.

He was beginning to wonder how many seeds would it take to borrow Mot's costume and hide.

Calder was thrilled he wasn't shaken off, and even gave a little 'Oh' when Zar's wing came in to hold his hip. He regarded it a moment, not very familiar with having Zar's wing – or really Zar – around him when they weren't, well, resolving a argument.

"Yeah, I guess he IS old. Never feels that way." Not when Barth tended to not say much or DO much. In fact, Calder often forgot about Barth's age, but it was also helped that they went to school and graduated the same time. "Sleeps like an old man." He chuckled, feeling a bit bubbly now with Zar so close to him.

At the compliment, Calder smiled again, leaning on Zar some more and looking him over. Reaching up, he petted Zar's head, unable to resist the compulsion anymore. "Watch it, Big Bad, or I might just devour you instead." His attention turned to where the dance floor was.

"Of course! My kind dances all the time – just…..not so much of the fancy things." His kind was more a circling around a bonfire or twisting in the rain than ballrooms. "Do you? Want to dance first?"

She looked down sheepishly as he gave his compliment, and she reached up to nervously scratch at the base of one of her small antlers.

"Th-thanks…" With the compliment out of the way, Helmut chanced a peek up at him, catching the way his expression softened. Curiousity burned across her features for a moment, and it vanished almost as soon as it had appeared: he was offering his arm to her. That she understood, and quickly. Hopping a little closer to him, she slid her arm lightly against his, cold skin nestling into the warm, soft fabric of his sleeve.

"Where did you get that hat? It's very big. And nice!" She chattered, finding it easier to talk than to ponder why her stomach was making strange flops - flops that were much different from her usual and persistent hunger pains. "And…what should we do first?"

"Ya! Most definitely, Seiji--" Hel was then distracted as new creeple came in-- Like Xavier and Helmut, and it made her lips curl in evil delight. She, of course, would honor her deal, as was her words...but seeing the two come in together just confirmed it for her.

They were totally dating.

Even though she wouldn't go over and bother them, she did shoot them a waggle of her fingers and an all-too-wide smile that definitely bordered on evil. Then--Someone else came in, and just as Xiu had suddenly left, Hel was already starting to follow her lead, one foot already heading in that direction.

"Ah! Catch you guys around! Vaith! We should dance later, ya!? I am holding you to it--UNHOLY RABIES!"

Hel couldn't contain herself any longer, and peeled away from the group to barrel her way through the crowd. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!" Was the sound of Hel from across the room as she came charging at the reaper with her arms outstretched, and then she flew at him, soaring through the air. Either his stick frame could manage to catch her after all these years....or they were going down, and Hel didn't care either way.

"Thanks for the confirmation that you're older." He threw over his shoulder as he disappeared into the crowd. He recalled that the ghouls and boils he had met at the Carnival prior to the Student Council elections were mostly alumni. Many of them had an air of intimidation ... it was impressive. Bul, Damien's closest friend. Riley, the telepath that spoke to him... she was a mindflayer if he was able to recall correctly. There was one other, a demon - he recalled. The name began with 'W'. But it also made it clear that Damien should have graduated awhile ago. Damien should have moved on with his life to be with those individuals. He was indeed older than Uru was. Though, he was grateful that he hadn't. He was grateful because if he had graduated, Uru would have never met him. They wouldn't be here. The demon hound would return shortly.

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Uru noticed how Qui walked; head held high, chest out, shoulders broad and strong, he walked with an air of nobility, authority, demanding respect and confidence. It was a posture he was familiar with, many males walked as such in social settings, especially around others of similar rank or around females they were trying to impress. This was probably something of the former. However, Uru knew Qui. He knew what he had gone through. It took some psyching to get himself into a situation such as this. This was prom. Uru could sense the nerves on the ancient Horseman. He had contemplated reaching out, grasping the horseman's hand, displace his nerves, calm him for this party, but he learned not to. He learned that he can't just use his abilities so freely. They had to be allowed. Instead, the demon hound offered the winged foreigner a I-am-here-with-you pat.

Uru swelled with pride as he stood beside the monster hound, a sight grin on his face. He was proud of himself that he got himself here. He was proud of himself that he asked Damien. Happy that he actually said yes. He was happy that he had someone to go to prom with. And it was his best friend. Perhaps it was because he was absorbed in himself that he didn't sense Qui's twinge of jealousy...

"Damien, this is Qui. Ran into him during my morning runs. He is actually a good fighter, could give you a run for your seeds." Uru jested, ribbing him playfully, careful not to spill his drink. It was then that he also noticed that Damien was also acting strangely, too. Was he getting closer? It was like both Qui and Damien were shrinking, trying to hide themselves from the world.

"You okay?" It was an open question

It was then that a female voice chimed in, calling for the monster hound's name, catching the demon's attention. Now who was this? Another of Damien's friends, he'd assumed.