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Hel could have said so many wrong things to West as he did the fork in the garbage disposal with her. Like how he was…forking it really good. But it was probably a good thing she didn’t. Levi’s moves had caught her attention as well. Hel wanted to shake like that, jack damn, but it didn’t stop her from reaching out and playfully smacking Levi’s rear. “Atta ghoul, Levi!” She cheered with a laugh, and paused once the music shifted.

She looked back at West. Inspiration! “Look at you go, friend! I am truly impressed!”



She started to do something kind of slow too. Kind of.

Christof hesitated as Riley began to speak again, tensing under her arm as his tiny wing fluttered nervously against her wrist under his jacket. I am a construct, Mistress, I live from other's spare parts... he began hesitantly, but stopped as Riley continued.

Memory loss? His mismatched eyes bore into her, trembling this way and that as though trying to understand what that meant.

How much did she forget? How much did she remember? His breathing came quicker as he reached to take her hand, his brows furrowed, Are... are you now considered undead as well? He pressed nervously. How... do... do you remember our... he couldn't articulate what to call it. Brief flickers of a movie, of a motorcycle ride, of pigeons and poison flashed through his mind strongly for just a moment before his expression turned pained, his grip on her hand tightening.

If she truly was now undead... or a ghost of the being she had once been then there was only one conclusion.

He let go, taking a step back.

Despite the instability she felt within him, Riley had not expected Christof to pull away. But if his decision was to terminate his relationship with her, she would respect that.

For now.

I remember none of it. Well, She chuckled gently. That is not quite true. I remember it all, now that you had given me the memory. But before that, no. I am anew, eager to reacquire all that I have learned and possessed during my lost time here at Amity. Malodore has already shown me so much. And Jericho, as well. I doubt I will have, ah, too much trouble.

She knew that her impartial explanation wouldn't be enough for him. I still live - my heart beats and my blood pumps within me. My revival was not the typical return that an undead receives, I suppose.. there is little we know about the process yet.

Her eyes slit as she remembered what was done to her.

Except, that, it hurts.

A lot.

The sound of a snack was music to her ears. I would love that, Jericho. She turned to murmur at him gratefully. Her eyes remained on Jericho, however, zeroing in on something that Riley in the past would have taken an entirely different way.

Shehk's proximity and touch towards her dragon seemed.. less than welcome.

Jericho had asked mentally, knowing the way Christof was. He didn't want to give him a reason to potentially get all huffy because he was offering to get food or something like that. At Riley's answer, he smiled lightly, but quickly froze when he noticed the way she was looking at him and Shehk.

"...Is... something wrong?" he asked, looking a little uncertain. He actually couldn't be sure. Prior to her death, Riley was receptive to how Shehk felt towards him and whatnot, so it didn't occur to him that the hand holding would have bothered her now.

In any case, it kept him from fetching that snack right away as he looked between the two.

"Hhrmmm..."

Christof shifted, hands lowering politely in front of him as he let her words sink in. He glanced to the others, Jericho and Shehk as they inched their way towards the refreshments, Mal hovering nearby with that worried so-called-expression on it's beak.

She was back from the dead, which meant, regardless of the state of outcome a laps in memory. Like a ghost or zombie but different... her heart still beat without the aid of lightening and determination and whatever else raised a patchwork.... or had it? How, exactly, had she been taken from the frozen prison?

What was this stone insanity... how different from the hard shell of Weaponization? How had they freed her and besides the amnesia, what other symptoms were there?

He had prom to tend to, to make sure everything was covered, that no more fires were being set and the gnomes behaving and the rubbish put in the proper place and floors kept slip-and-mishap-free...

But she was back.

How long will you stay? Are you still ill? I would like to know more about what happened to you but Master Malodore said you are only here for a short while and I do not wish to keep you... from your friends, Mistress. His eyes remained locked on her face, even as he gave an instinctual Igorish bow.

Shehk seemed puzzled as well, her ears flattening back ever so slightly.

Had she done something unintentionally? Did Riley disapprove of Icky Stix all of a sudden? Was it because she didn't eat? What was going on?

Hel honestly wasn’t sure if she was doing it right, but the point was she was doing it her way and that was all that mattered. She grinned widely at Levi and West as they changed their pace to slow motions. “Doing stellar, Levi!” Another look at West and his mad skills had Hel laughing in pure delight as she clapped for him as well. While busting out her awesome sprinkler moves, her eyes darted around the room. She may have caught a glimpse of Titus slipping in and out of the crowd, but eventually her gaze landed back on the cowboil back at the table.

A strong urge then to drag Mot out for dancing came over her. Even if they weren’t a couple anymore…he was still her best friend, and that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a good time with him. For someone who just lit up at the thought of last year’s prom…he seemed out of it a lot at this one. Her mind made up, Hel looked back at the Wrath Demon and the Tatzel. “You keep going friends, I will be right back, promise!” That being said, Hel grooved her way back to the table and sidled right on up to Mot now. No hesitation, no nervousness, no awkward. Hel was in a good mood right now, and focused on the moment…not everything outside of it.

She grinned at the grim and rolled her hips, all the while extending a hand out to him.



She also tossed a nod back at the dance floor, towards Levi and West.

Edel blinked at him as she listened, just to make sure that he wasn’t being serious. Oh, but he was. Her face pulled into a :l expression, the ghoul tilted her head to observe the boil’s cheeks. There might have been signs of redness, but the worst seemed to be over. “Really Roch, you say all that too casually,” she teased, “And what do you mean by ‘hired by a horseman’.” A frown crept across her face as she said that. Much as she wanted to sympathize with the horsemen’s plight, she found it hard to trust them.

“It has been a long time yes,” she laughed, looking a little surprised as she caught the somewhat doting look on the reaper’s face. The soft side of Roch huh, she wondered how many were lucky enough to see that part of him.

“I’ve been meaning to visit, but ah,” she picked at the éclairs as she spoke, “Well, most of the trauma is over by now.” A pause.

“Say, have you ended up in the haunted house since that field trip last October? And by that I mean unintentionally, just by walking around through school?”