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Christof flushed hotly at the sudden compliment from the first year, rubbing the back of his head as he glanced to Barth and Calder before back to Freya. "....!" He cleared his throat, scrambling in his coat pocket to scribble out a response as Roch approached their group. He waited until a polite moment to gingerly offer the notebook out, giving the rocker a shy nodding hello. It seemed he was doing well at least- he didn't know him very well, but it was always good to see people not too badly battered by boos.

The notebook, once Freya got a moment to read, said

Fear is important.
Take them down
quickly before they
can harm you.

"Ghosties?" Roch repeated, rubbing his nose. "Huh. But I ain't surprised you took 'em out so easily, man," he said to Christof. There was a slight frown on his face. "All we dealt with is a fiery room and a respawning puzz--JACKDAMMIT!" he snarled, pissed off as his chest thumped again.

"If I gotta feel it I might as well hear it," he muttered, holding out his hand and summoning his guitar. But he paused before pulling the strap over his neck. "Hey, have you guys seen Xiu and Amrita's group? Xiu's this little baku ghoul, light pinkish white hair, big ears, Amrita's a patchwork ghoul, black hair, backwards hands and feet."

Freya's fingers lifted to point at the little ghosts that floated around in the room, but had left them alone for the time being. But she had no chance to explain further, because he was acting upset and summoning his guitar. She had no idea what was going on, but Roch's guitar was really nice. She whistled low in appreciation, bending in to get a good look at it.

"Huh?" She murmured in distraction, not really paying attention to his questions anymore. "Who? Uhhh, nah, haven't seens anyone. How come yeh has such a neat guitar for your summons? All I has is, yeh knows. The normal." Her hand had to reach all the way up to the sky before the Fear materialized, lengthened, and hardened in her hand, rounding to the tip of her scythe. She didn't want to chop off anyone's heads while it summoned, after all. She brought it down beside her, letting it sit on the floor. She was still entranced by Roch's guitar. "Does yehrs has a name?"

A little scowl pulled at his lips at learning she hadn't seen Xiu and Amrita. But hell, there was no saying all the teams came to this room--or that they hadn't been in their own room when the others had come in here. "Huh? Oh, this is Desiree," he said, glancing at the undead guy for a second before letting someone that actually KNEW answer his question.

Then he focused on the guitar, touching the strings and running his hand slowly over the guitar, from the stock to the body. It changed, the blade at the top lengthening, the strings going from six to four. Then he glanced at her scythe. "Nothin' wrong with a good scythe," he said, dismissing it as easily as that.

Thump.

He scowled, then pulled the strap over his head. And he started playing Monkey Businessmen quietly, where they could keep talking, but he could hear the bass he felt.

Barth very gratefully took a seat, although he was still not completely at ease. The room was still...filled with Boos. He thought they were three rooms in, but this seemed like...an in-between room? While their actual room was...sorting itself, he guessed.

Which would explain the lack of puzzles or attacks, and why they were mingling with the other groups.

He caught a glimpse of Christof's last note as he sat down.

"Quite right. Very important, Fear."

At least, it would be if his would stop sloshing about on the floor.

Freya watched the blade unfold from the guitar, and smirked to one side of her face. "Still, that's impressive-"

Herryk's groan swerved all her attention to him, and she shuffled him closer, ducking her head to look at him. Her hands searched his face and skin for any further abrasions that weren't covered by the band-aids, before she dropped her face flat into the thick of his hair.

"We're all right, Herryk." She murmured into the hair. "Yeh don't needs to worry about a thing, all right? Yeh just rests right here, and no movings until yeh feel better."

Christof seemed to be trying to get a message to Roch, but Freya was only mildly interested - far too preoccupied with the injured boil in her arms, and his well-being.

Hello Boo hadn't really been paying attention to what the other things were saying, but she was curious to watch them and see how they reacted.

She smiled to herself, pressing her appendages together. She suddenly had an idea; one that she'd keep to herself, of course. But! She would definitely share it with these creatures. She wanted to see how they'd react.

Floating into a wall, she then preceded to make a sound. It was a strange sound, but she was very sure it would work. ... Maybe.

"Boooomrrowwww."

That... wasn't quite what she was going for....