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The microphone screeched, and Mac was out.

Needle's attention moved down to the rather popular ghoul as she made her appearance. The Engraver took in the other ghoul's form, trying to commit it to memory for later. "No? My apologies then, I just...have never heard Muka be so loud." Her apology, while sounding somewhat flat, was fairly heartfelt for the generally pretty stoic ghost. "It is nice to meet a friend of Muka's!" She said quietly before falling silent as the boils were introduced, remaining at her post right beside Muka for the time being.

Kiwi, was it? The ghoul took in his curious shape from behind her mask, politely staying quiet to let the boils do their thing.

"Eh, you won?? ..." Kiwi smiled. "Go ahead then, I'll be right here."

The Famine horseman turned in the direction of the presumable Muka, offering a hand in greeting. "I am Kiwi, of Famine. Nice to meet you, Muka?? And your date as well." He offered a polite tilt of the head to the ghoul by his side, bangles rustling gently.

Willow blinked as Freya placed the hat, bubble pipe and a round shaped box in place. "T-thanks." There was a pause, "Actually~ I have a mystery for you... I mean us to solve." The tigress grinned as she watched Freya to see if she was up for the 'task'. Considering she was covered in glitter and now wearing a sherlock hat with a bubble pipe in one hand, and the box in the other.

Now that the microphone was gone at least it wouldn't get announced over the whole school... well maybe it wouldn't unless Freya was as loud as .... Muka....

Freya quirked one eyebrow at Willow's challenge, and pulled out her old bubble pipe, blowing on it thoughtfully.

"Elementary, my dear Willow." She murmured sagely. "There is no mystery that Freya cannot solves. Tells me of it so that I may crack open teh cases and probably blames Christof again."

Pop.

It was sweet, how caring Amrita was. If he was honest, and he would be when it had to do with the little undead ghoul, it had always been one of her best qualities, one of the things that had made him want to protect her. She had grown up so much since he had been gone, had become so much stronger and braver, and yet at the same time, she hadn't changed at all. Amrita was the same compassionate ghoul who had cared about him when they were but little snots, fresh meat at Amityville. When everyone else saw a bully, she saw something more in him -- she'd trusted him, had seen through the tough exterior to the softness inside him he'd tried very hard to hide behind callous comments and slamming students into walls. Watching her be so concerned for Christof (who, in his opinion, was FAR too perverted for such an innocent ghoul like 'Rita,) made him smile beneath the skull mask, glowing amber eyes glittering a bit in amusement.

Shaking his head a bit, Nuk folded his arms across his chest, glancing over his shoulder as Nergui approached him from where he'd left her by the wall. "Mmm," he replied noncommittally to her comment, agreeing but not going into the subjection. Instead, he refocused his attentions on the horsewoman, still smiling a little from watching Amrita, although the smile took an entirely different light when focused on the dark-skinned ghoul. For her, his smile was far more confident, if not a bit cocky, fondness turning into amusement in his glowing regard. He was actually surprised she had been so tolerant -- after telling her he was a new student, she must have been very confused, seeing all these students... ghouls, no less... giving him even a bit of attention. At this thought, the skinwalker's smile faded a bit, his expression turning apologetic. "Sorry for all the interruptions..." he started, reaching up to rub his shoulder sheepishly, "You wanna da--"

And that's as far as he got. Nukpana went completely shock-still as a familiar voice piped up from behind him, crisp in a way that made his skin prickle. He didn't have to look over his shoulder to know who it was -- they had been far too close for that. Even if he wanted to, he could never forget her voice, nor the look in her eyes when he'd told her that he wouldn't... couldn't date her any longer. Just the thought was painful, his chest tightening a little, the skinwalker visibly bristling.

The answer to Shehk's question was yes. Yes he had been planning to avoid her, for the rest of his life if he had to. It was impossible, of course -- she was the Student Council Public Relations chair. He just... hadn't been ready to see her now.

Whether or not he was ready, however, didn't matter anymore.

Turning around to face the Pricolici, Nuk's face hardened as he stared down at her, muscles visibly coiling as the tension mounted. "S'not like I did it on purpose," he growled, his voice even lower and rougher than usual, frustration bleeding into his voice. His hostility wasn't directed towards her, but it was quite possible she wouldn't know that. She didn't even know the reason he broke up with her to begin with, much less why he had had to leave. It was understandable that she'd be angry -- that they'd all be angry -- and it pained him. He wasn't touchy-feely. Cold, aloof, angry responses were how he dealt with things. If she understood anything, Shehk would at least understand that.

Feeling Nergui's hand slip under his arm, he snapped his attention to her, flicking his eyes down to where she was gently pulling him away from the situation. The pricolici was moving away already, visibly dismissing him, and he couldn't resist another low growl in the back of his throat. "Yeah, ok," he replied to the horsewoman, letting her take the lead.

If Shehk didn't want to talk to him, fine.

Muka could only giggle to see Willow so ruffled. He'd realized long ago the little things that annoyed his friends. He genuinely didn't want to bother them but he found it funny to see them all get a little embarassed.

"Willow is a tiger ghost.." he whispered to Needle informatively.

When Kiwi was introduced his wide eyes widened and his grin grew bigger. "A pleasure!" He firmly shook the horseman's hand, a proper gentlemonster. "My name is Ulmuka. I'm a second term student. And this is Needle.." He politely introduced the engraver ghost at his side.

"You are the first Famine horseman I have met." The owl-boil cooed curiously. "I apologize ahead of time for any questions, if given the time, I may ask!" It was a strange thing to say but the strix wasn't the most normal of student, despite how finely dressed and well mannered he seemed to be.