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Ah - it was the zombie ghoul who had returned its hat! Malodore gave Sammy a cordial nod. "We must have been in separate cars the entire way. Have you liberated any new fashions from the denizens of Christmas?" It quickly glanced at Sin's new... uh... apparel.

The plague doctor was, however, mostly unimpressed by the much-vaunted 'skullface akshuns'. "I meant attention from the natives," it clarified to Riley. "Though if you think that would be an effective distraction technique..."

Christof leaned on the griffin, happy to take some weight off of his stubborn leg as he climbed up onto her back. It would seem he wasn't the only one having trouble... keeping himself together. This would certainly take the pressure off those faulty seams. He tucked his crutch under his arm anyway, just in case. At the mention of cards, he immediately dug into his pockets, pulling out the Seafear card he had received on the train, as well as Barth's black crayon and one of his useless communication cards, flipping it over to scribble his name on sloppily and offer it out to his new friends.

Where was Lizzy and the others? He was pretty sure they were right behind him.... Ah well, they would catch up he was sure, and Johan was with them anyway with his bell- they were in safe hands. He shivered, the cold now setting deep into his seams, but it wasn't much further, was it? Maybe they'd have hot cocoa stirred with a candy cane. His Master had made it for him one Christmas once, (For him to smell- or had it been before his mouth was stitched shut? He couldn't remember, his brain a bit foggy on the whole issue,) and said it was a Christmas Land delicacy. He'd inhale the whole thing if he had one right now. And a nice big roll of duct tape for his leg.

((While Chobi is gone she gave me permission to "god mod" the Tahki mount until she gets back, at least to keep her moving with the rest of the party!))

"Luuuuciiiien!" He snapped. "That was NOT a pet! It was me trying to knock some sense into that thick head of yours!" And obviously it didn't work! The Sylph had already caught hold of the wreath and prevented him from moving away and no matter how much he tried to wriggle free. He just wouldn't let go! Jack damn it! He was not a pet dog! So why was everyone treating him like one!? 'Course it didn't help that his tail was wagging again when he got the scratches behind the ears. Ugh! That thing had a mind of it's own!

Julian huffed a bit in a small pile of his stuff. He knew there was no chance he'd be able to carry more than his Christmas Lights, not in this form. While they were paused in journeying on, the frustrated demon took the opportunity to somehow wrap and tie his "loot" into the canvas of his tent and looked up at Christof.

Oh, did ire rise in him at the sight of the undead boil using Tahki like she was a horse or something. Sure, she wasn't complaining, in fact she'd offered to help the boil, but he still felt a surge of anger at it. Or was it something else? Regardless, it was a very weird sensation, and one he was glad he didn't have the ability to have to explain.

He was just about to hold the tent up, hoping someone would catch the silent plea when he popped back into human form.

"I hate this place..." he mumbled, standing so that he could move with the rest of the group.

Christof jumped when the owl suddenly became a student, but relaxed a bit afterward. Right. Broken pins. No need for alarm. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the looks the owl-boy was giving him, but no matter. He had a mount now, and didn't have to worry as much about his frustrating leg problem. After showing off the two cards, he carefully tucked them into his pocket again for safe keeping. Giving a light kick to the griffin's sides and taking a hold of one of her ears in either hand to steer, he urged her down the path where he could hear the sounds of other students. Hopefully Sin would be there too, unharmed!