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Amarus had made it back to the board, after grabbing some food and hanging around the games like a weird lurker, and found out that she was slated to talk to someone named.. .Deacon? Why didn't she recognize any of these students? Well, this was the point, after all! It meant meeting a lot of new boils and ghouls, pretty evenly so far, in fact. Besides, she'd had a ton of fun with Neil, Muka and even some fun with Genora that time before... and plans to have tea with King, sometime.

By this point, Amarus was getting too sleepy to bother with her Scarentines goal. She sat down at Table 8 and tried to take it easy, sitting cross-legged, waiting for her new conversation partner.

"It's...nice to meet you...um, Willow." Tugging out a chair, she sat at one of the closest tables, smoothing out the tablecloth in front of her. She hoped that someone had been able to fix the complete and utter mess she'd made of her first table. "Are you...a cat? Your tail is....it's so nice. I like cats." In hopes of reducing any creepiness of that, she offered a small, friendly smile that she thought she'd gotten better at throughout the night. The saying assured that practice made perfect, after all, right?

(Claiming Table 9!)

A tiger! And a ghost! Shine was thrilled that she was able to meet both of these things all at once. She was able to resist asking to pet her - that would be kind of degrading, she thought. Friends weren't supposed to be pets, but pets could be friends. That distinction was important.

"Byakko..." she repeated quietly. It even sounded more interesting than her species! "I'm um...well...a witch...zombie. Not...not the magic kind, though...just undead."

Though she was trying her hardest to stray from conversation topics that were kind of odd, curiosity was getting the better of her. "What's...it like? Having a...tail? Being a ghost?" Talking with her last partner had proven that this wasn't the easiest question to answer, but she had to know. It was so similar to being a zombie, but...so different, all at once.

Astra? That was his partner for the event and after others had settled in he took a moment to quickly ask a few people who she was. Apparently a pixie of some sort or a fae? Tiny was the general rule of thumb so when he finally approached table 7 he wasn't all that surprised to find Astra waiting.

"They say staring is rude, what if our poor friend is sensitive about his lack of skin?" The reaper boil grinned easily as he took a seat, black robes and jacket adorning him along with his usual necklace, black stone with a red gem. "You're Astra correct? He offered a polite tip of the head, "I'm False and this-"

He was cut off as a cat hopped up onto the table tail curling around his paws purring. "Sharpie Fate at your service little miss. Ignore the boil I'm the charm of the duo."

"He's a liar and a cheat and he'll leak ink all over you personal belongings..." He rolled his eyes reaching over to pet the cat none the less, "If you want I can send him away I don't know if this whole meeting table thing is kosher for Familiars...."

"O..oh, no...um, no, I don't...think so...that I know of, at least...um, it's just...the same word..." Ashamed that she still hadn't quite nailed the explanation of her species, she hurriedly latched onto a new topic.

"I don't...think its useless at all," she added softly, careful to stay polite with her tone. She intended it as a compliment - not a clash. "It's...um, lovely, like...the best accessory." That was probably not the way to consider it, but it fascinated her, something she would never be able to have. Unless she sewed one on...well, that was an idea. "Extra balance would...be nice. I'm...so clumsy...sometimes."

Her eyes widened with wonder as she considered the potential of having more places to sleep. Was it just for sleeping, or...? "I...well, don't...really sleep much...but...for reading, are there places more....more quiet? Nice and quiet?"

With a moment of hesitation, she placed her hands on the table for Willow to see. "Um, I...have scary claws...and witch zombies, well...maybe just me...I'm not sure...um, I can have sugar for...for extra energy...and go fast." She gave the ghoul a toothy grin, pleased with that ability. "Otherwise...not really. Loud noises...um, scare me...and I don't like...being around lots of people, so...so being a zombie...well. Sometimes it's not...so great." This was getting a little too depressing, and she didn't want her potential friend to think that she was just miserable all the time (in spite of how true it was).

"What's...your favorite thing to do?" That was more sensible. Happy.

Willow chuckled, "Oh I see. It still sounds interesting."

Her ears twitched as she seemed to think and slightly blushed as the other mentioned that it wasn't useless. She chuckled, "Ah it doesn't really help on two legs, it pretty much gets in the way" She paused, "but extra balance is nice in some situations."

She paused, "Well it depends I suppose, around here not really. But it's easier to not be disturbed where I came from. Most don't bother with what they can't see." She stretched slightly, "It also makes haunting threats more.... interesting."

She watched as the other ghoul placed her hands on the table showing claws and tilted her head at the mention of the other able to have sugar to move faster. "Oh that's handy, being able to go faster is much more handy in certain situations." Her mind fluttered back to the haunted house. Being faster would be much more helpful. "You're not along in the dislike of lots of people." She shifted slightly, "I rather prefer smaller crowds myself, most of my kind does."

She smiled, not seeing anything wrong with it, "Sometimes being alone can be a good thing."

She paused, "Hm... my favorite thing to do, swimming probably. Um... learning about minipets and well others in general is good too, which is why I came here."

"What about you? What's your favorite thing to do?"

"A pleasure indeed," chirped the cat. All the while it shifted its paws getting comfortable on the table before settling down properly for a cat to watch her with a small grin.

"He doesn't always lie per-say, he just enjoys stretching the truth and twisting my words?" He paused at the ink question lifting the cat slightly so it could show off all four paws, grey fur dyed black and stained, a fresh coat seeming to glisten on his paws leaving prints where he was just standing. "FEAR actually, it just manifests as an ink which I use my FEAR to ignite into fire."

Setting Sharpie down False took a seat proper resting his arms on the table leaning closer to Astra, "You know I think I met him vaugely he was in a class I was in a few days ago actually. Seemed like a smart boil too."

Sharpie of course being a smart a** waved his paws to mimic Astra, "He might have a snake but have you seen a burning cat? Way cooler. Like so cool it's hot."

False only groaned, "Seriously we can dismiss him if the puns continue, that or I might set him on fire and throw him out a window or something..."

"The proper term would by Pyromancer, but yeah a wizzard just one who specializes in fire specifically." Casually he laid his hands flat on their backs on the table, tilting the palms slightly towards each other, a small ball of fire flickering into existence between his hands.

Sharpie mean while thumped his tail happily, going on to explain more of what Astra asked, his blue eyes dancing with delight as he spoke. "Oh I catch on fire, I catch fire very well. It's a strange thing, I think it's because my FEAR is the fuel that I'm safe." He stood up pacing in a circle, before pressing a paw on False's wrist, the ball of fire suddenly flaring up larger before shrinking down when his paw moved away. "I give his flame the extra 'oomph' he does the controlling of how the 'oomph' goes down. Take one of us away, you lose the other half."

False of course grinned now, "As for burning cats." He raised a finger pointing towards Sharpie, the cat letting out a chuckle as his paws burst into flame before slowly rolling up and over his body. Consuming the cat but giving off no smell other then a faint sulfur and charcoal.

"Doesn't hurt and it kills the fleas!" The cat laughed again.

"The last part is such a blessing for a cat owner."