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Freya's weapon was swinging dangerously in her arms. Really, it was the worst thing to have out when she could hardly stand on her own. But once it was out, there wasn't much she could do but hold it, and keep it from slicing someone's head off.

So she focused on that.

Very hard.

Until a shark came and ate her.

Now, nobody had to worry about Freya's weapon, anymore.

So. Many. Things.
Belladonna tried very, very hard not to scream in sudden excitement over the owl that appeared on Kettil's shoulder. Sure, she'd seen it in Professor Selene's class, but it was here, up close and right there and so, so fluffy! And pretty! And she really, really wanted to touch it...
"Oooohhh hello pretty! You must be Du-ool-sii's pretty familiar! I'm Belladonna Divine, its a pleasure to meet you! Or, I suppose you could call me Du-ool-sii too, but that's... Him." Here the witch pointed to Kettil. Yes, that was his new name even if she couldn't pronounce it very well. He was rather sweet, after all!

And then there was a giant axe swinging around. Glad to be a rather quick ghoul, Belladonna was down on the ground in a second, careful to keep a hold on Watson. After all the care she was giving him, she'd be loathe to return him to that stupid gnome. He didn't even want him after he'd been covered in fruit cake! But the witch did. She'd take care of him.
From her spot on the ground, the witch "ooooh"ed appreciatively over the Valkyrie's axe, but it was quite quickly cut off around the same moment the shark gobbled Freya up. For a moment Belladonna sat there and stared at the place the ghoul had been, until she heard Kettil.
"Ah! No, its alright! She'll be back in a few! Just wait! I'll wait with you!" But that wasn't what he wanted... For a minute the witch heaved a sigh before she held out the bowling ball, much like a small scarling.
"You could hug Watson? Or me? I give good hugs! My boilfriend loooooves my hugs." Totally. Mort totally loved Belladonna's hugs. At least, he'd never given her any belief to the contrary.

Kettil's head slowly turned toward Belladonna and his eyes became wide and hopeful when she assured that Freya would be back and he even brightened when she offered hugs. The next thing the poor witchling knew the tall Reaper was standing next to her with his arms wrapped around her for a hug not needing much more prompting than that, "You are so wonderful. I will keep you, and feed you, and let you play outside with the others and ..." he started to ramble

...Endzela had waddle to perch herself more on his upper back and let out a small sigh.

There was something dreadfully wrong.

At some point Alexander had a sip of his punch, decided the subject matter with the group he was standing around with was becoming to "heavy" and that it was going to ruin the happy buzz he had going at the moment, and had wandered back over to his mop to have another go at cleaning the floors.

He sloshed the mop around on the floor a bit, pushing sludge back towards the pool when a pale ghoul with red eyes caught his attention. Wait, red eyes? He dropped his mop to the floor with a clatter and pulled out his scavenger hunt list. Yep, right there. Red eyes!

"Heeeeey, 'scuze me!" He stumbled towards her, all smiles and clumsiness and mildly drunken behavior. "You 'ave very nice eyes. Very pre'ey, like fresh spil'd blood. Could you maybeh, sign dis fo me?" He was looking a little unsteady on his feet when he held out the paper towards her.

Shar mopped a huge chunk of mess into the pool and then turned to Than and took her second cup of punch. She sipped it at first but it tasted so damn good that before she knew it her cup was empty, the gargoyle had downed it again. How could anyone savor this stuff!?

Shar grinned as Mayaa the ghoul she'd like to call friend draped herself over her and Than. She bent her knees a bit to make it easier on Mayaa.
"Your still small to me"
She chuckled.

Than left them and Shar was sad, why she had no idea, it was really silly to feel that way, he was just over there after all. She turned to Mayaa and she was waving her arms about....why? Then she shouted her name....Than had done that too. So not be out done Shar took a deep breath and shouted as loud as she could.

"My name is Cliffnanok, SHAR, CLIFFNANOK".
Her people didn't really have last names but they had clan names, that was as good as any last name right?

Shar was beaming from pointed ear to pointed ear. She was clearly the loudest. When she looked at her friend, Mayaa next there was a girl sitting next to her. Hmm the nicest thing she could think of was to bring them both more punch and so she did. But well she was at the punch bowl Shar helped herself to her third cup there then refilled it and went back to where Mayaa sat and sat down with them and handed out more punch.

"Hey, did you know that when I was little, I came from an egg." She giggled and ended it was a snort. She sipped her fouth cup of punch.

"Keep me?" Belladonna echoed with a laugh as she shifted the bowling ball to one arm in attempt to get the free one around Kettil so the hug wasn't entirely one sided. Since hugging someone with a large, heavy object was very difficult, the witch eventually had to resort to a spot of magic and unceremoniously dropped the ball, but used the tail end of some quick levitation to keep it from crashing into the ground or rolling around. Instead it gently landed and stayed in place, where the witch could keep a close eye on it. She'd rescued it after all, it was her new friend!
And while new friends were lovely and fun to hug, angry zombie boilfriends were not. An usually friendly hand grabbed at her shoulder and pulled her back, but then was removed in favor of further anger. A tiny gasp escaped the witch at Mort's words and she hastened to pull him back.
"Mortimer! That isn't the case at all!" Belladonna admonished in a low voice, mostly because she didn't want to make a scene.

Both hands pulled at the back of him, both in attempt to keep him away from Kettil as well as to turn him around toward her.
"Freya just got eaten by the shark, calm down. He only needed a bit of friendship and it was joke." Here the witch darted around to stand in front of him, to gaze up at him with a worried, and vaguely hurt, expression. "Darling..." Was the only argument she had left, and it wasn't very good.

Kettil didn't quite understand what was happening. One moment he was in his happy place filled with hugs and happiness and owl on his back and the next moment Mort was there yelling at him. There was a blank look on his face. Either way Endzela flew to safer perches.

Mort wanted a hug, too?

He looked between the two for a long moment or two his body was not exactly the steadiest thing around, "Mooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrtttttt... ... .. You want a hug, too?"

This was not a boil out to steal other boil's ghoulfriend.

Suddenly Kettil stumbled forward and flung his arms around the zombie boil. "I love you, náxanish. I love you so much. I'm sorry we don't hang out enough..." He started to ramble again. The fact that Mort was angry with him went way over his drunken head. "Your ghoul is really pretty, and nice. My ghoulfriend likes her..."

Miyako decided that she would help her new friend clean the pool so that they could leave. She grabbed the mop, and tried to help clean up the mess.