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"YOW-!"

If he could have shot up in the air in fright he would have. Instead, several ribbons sprung undone, and he gave a very unsophisticated, very womanly shriek.

He didn't even KNOW what it was that clamped onto his foot, but with one of those horrible stitched up creatures running around under their feet he had been entirely on-edge. Now he simply looked very disgruntled and very unhappy as he realized he had been had, loose coils of shadow fraying off from all sides.

Uncool.

Willow was giggling and checked on Yaus to make sure he was okay in her pocket. He seemed to still be nibbling on the sweet she'd given him. "Ah you're still okay." She smiled before making her way off the field towards those manning the booths.

"Thank you all, that was fun." She looked back for Joachim, it seemed he gotten caught in a trap, oh dear. However, he didn't look harmed any. She stood off to the side tail flickering waiting for him to free himself. Of course he seemed to have easily freed himself and was now near Muka, she blinked for a second, not wanting to be rude to the game hosts and just walk completely off.

Sura had been watching the chasing of the patchwork lepus, eyes brimming with yellow and consideration as it ran and the students gave chase. Was she meant to chase it as well? It would hardly fill her stomach if she were to catch it at all. Her head slowly moved with the movement, following i-

"Hmm...?" She attempted to look up towards her head, seeming rather tired for someone who had hardly moved at all. Then again, she just slowly pulled herself off of the group's playing field, her tail continuing to drag through the dirt for a while. It soon perked up and curled around one of her legs, leaving her to find a place to stand out in the open to spare her new fantastic hat from being bludgeoned by any attempts to walk through any doors.

"I see, I'm Israfel." she repeated it, not quite in a stupid way or even a parroted way. It was simply repeated. It could have been Sura found some amusement in doing it. None the less, she held her head up as straight as possible; a challenge, to some extent, in a smaller body with less strength to it than her larger body. (Otherwise she would have been leaving footprints as she walked).

"I am Calamitas Esurientes......Sura, Israfel." she answered in a slow tongue. That first name had been a long one, but she held no fear in sharing it; clearly not a demon. "Is it comfortable on my head?" she asked further, not tilting her head in the least. "You may stay there if it is. You do not bother me being there..."

Riley watched Sparrow head off, offering a slight wave of her fingers in response. Her pleasant expression remained even as she watched the rest of the game participants totter away, and returned to the booth to sit beside Jericho. Her eyes betrayed some complicated thought.

Suddenly, the expression died away, and she lifted her legs to rest on the booth again. Her chair leaned back, and she folded her hands in front of her.

Things were coming along nicely.

Out of the corner of Jericho's eyes, he spotted a pair of familiar blue wings. When he turned, he saw Isra flying towards the large female that had joined in on the game... perching on her horns. That was an .. interesting sight to say in the least.

"Heya Isra! Glad to see you putting those wings to use," grinned the dragon. He had definitely seen improvements in the Siren's ability in flight and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride whenever he saw him flying about, knowing he had a hand in helping him earn those wings.

With the game done, Jericho was mildly disappointed. It was entertaining to watch, especially with the whole trap business. Though, that had fooled him him initially as well.

The flame demon caught his attention as she came by for a high five. He went on and returned the gesture before tilting his head as she seemed to be distracted by one of the other booths.

"Yeah, I've beaten it a few times," he nodded before sort of waving and blinking as she zoomed off.

Turning towards Riley as she waved off Sparrow, he raised an eyebrow as if he was speaking to her. There was a pause in his movements as he spotted the banshee grumbled on by. He shot her another glance, then turned towards the other girl.

"Can.. I help you?"

Riley had become something of a statue once more, just as she had been when she first opened up the booth - but her eyes were alight with movement, as if she was having a conversation. Which, incidentally, she was.

They slit just slightly in a devious glance, before Christof caught her attention and they blanked once more. She sat up straight, and reached up to brush through Christof's hair. Of course it was. A perfect game, I would say. Who else could boast of having the kind of exemplary help that I have with you all here? I am quite appreciative.

Her hand dropped, and she resumed her laid back stance. I especially enjoyed the traps. Though the plants could have been more docile - we should see about giving them a bit of a talking to before the next time you offer the game.

Privately, Riley whispered this last thought to Christof. So, did you make any new friends?

Cat, feeling equally as disgruntled but not quite as enraged, dislodged his foot from the rubber trap and hurried back inside as well.

He stopped just beside Aislin, now free to start examining the contents of the booth in detail. He did not waste his breath trying to settle the banshee down, knowing full well that if she wanted a hug she'd take it, and if not, she would scream until she felt better.

Unaware that a few of his ribbons still stuck out at odd angles, Cat was carefully pushing the embarrassment to the back of his mind, and inflating the image of his success against the patchwork beast to mask it.

Ahh, much better. His smile returned placidly.


Cat is signing up for the Fitness raffle!

Jericho seemed a little distracted himself as he had a similar look that Riley had. He quickly snapped from that as he heard a soft voice addressing him. Turning towards her, he glanced at the weapon she had picked, then looked over towards Christof.

"Oh. Go ahead and return it to our equipement manager, Christof," he replied with a nod.