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Bobby understood a bit of the loss Pyroth felt. But he was there longer than her and so knew many others. The pig sat next to the coyote as he leaned into her. "It could have been anyone... all of it could have been."

The pig clung to her Pyroth, "But, I won't let this happen to you!"

Alec couldn't hear the laughter, crying or the murmuring conversation amongst those present in the newly discovered graveyard. He simply wished he'd brought a bottle of whiskey with him so he could've at least drank to the guy. He tried not to think about it or picture the half-changed man in his mind but his attempts were failing horribly and he hadn't moved an inch from where he morbidly sat.

Although Nita was a nice enough girl, despite being overzealous with her costume, she was really hamming it up now. He wondered how long it must have taken some of these guys to rehearse this, and from the look on some of the other's faces, not all of them knew.

Oz scratched the back of his head idly, wondering just what was supposed to happen next. Was this it? Was it just a descent back down to the party tent? He regarded Sid's reply curiously. Why was he so sullen? Why was EVERYONE so sullen? This had been the best damn Halloween Party he'd been to.

Tommy's outburst came as another surprise. But maybe he was in cahoots with the foxy Maid Marian? She looked genuinely upset though, so did the feline girl, who had only briefly glanced at the party before departing on this adventure.

And then that Ginerva girl began speaking. What she had to say, however, was far more disturbing than the gravestones themselves. He stood there, blank-faced, brow-furrowed and just trying to get any kind of coherent gasp on things.

Billy sat very still, his mind still reeling from the left over drugs. He felt his heart race at the sound of teh tiger-man's voice, but the collar remained unresponcive. He raised a tentacle, giving it an experimental tug, "Where... I'm bloody hearin' t'ings..." He murmured, clenching his eyes shut as they swam, but gave the collar a harder tug and gave a cry at the pain of the needles still sunk deep into the flesh of his neck. The light flickered back on and he heard the buzz befor he felt the numbness. Alright. No tampering. He understood that much.

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That was enough. The graves had successfully unnerved him, and with no further reason to expect any scares, he retreated back to the edge of the graveyard and the sobbing Newt. People were shouting, people were crying, and he had the beginnings of what was sure to be a horrible headache. It was time to get back to the tent. He nudged Newt's leg with his cane to get the frog's attention, offering him a hand up. "Let's 'ead back. It doesn't go any further than this."