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"Nice to meet you." He added in, as Mei introduced him. Though unlike Mei, he didn't seem to recognize anyone, except for Sepheran. It was possible he passed them by before, but probably wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings at the time and therefore missed them?

"Yep." He assured the basilisk. "Do you know where the others are? Or did you get separated as well?" He asked; curious to see if he would know anything more than he did or not. Not that he was too worried about them. Everyone was probably fine. That is... Unless they came across one hell of an opponent.

Barth gave the workshop the once-over.

They hadn't had great luck, picking red paths, but red was the color of nice things, right? Like blood.

And also not-so-nice things, like peppermint. Luckily, the workshop didn't smell like peppermint, just sawdust and freshly-baked cookies. Not the best combination, but it didn't have any other connotations.

Yet.

He did see some familiar faces already poking around. Mei, from their train, who had left with the dragon when the party had split, and Christof, who, well, he hadn't seen since the train wreck.

(( HP: 22 ))

Mandy was a bit twitchy when she entered the workshop, she was unsure of what to expect and wanted to be done with this trip and back home. At nothing had attacked her since the massacre with Jingleberry, though she had a feeling that would change, this close to the goal she wouldn't be surprised if they faced another big foe. Though hopefully they wolf be victorious this time. Oh well, who knew what was going to happen?

((HP: 25))

Silently entering, Colette pulled out her swords and peered around the room. If anywhere on this whole trip, Colette assumed this was the place to have them ready. Besides Candycane Lane of course.

Her swords were just as silent as she was, and equally curious as they peered around as well. It was awfully boring in here for the main building for this horrid place, but Colette remembered just how seemingly calm Candycane Lane was and cringed at thoughts of what could be waiting. She murmured to herself, worried, "I hope all the others make it soon.."

Spotting Barth and a few other Krumms, the ghoul began making her way over. Not too close though, Colette figured she still had some scent of peppermint or tinsel on her, and any more cleansing from someone would just make her face flush again. When she was at a comfortable distance, she directed a question to the boil, "So what do you make of this place?"

(( 25 HP, 1 Pill ))

Alwine was rather oblivious when she suddenly felt a refreshing breeze above her neck.

And then Barth got CRUNCH'D with a giant stick.

"I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry! Oh god, what happened?! I'm sorry!!!"

It didn't matter what had happened, Alwine probably needed to apologize.

A weak smile spread across her lips as she dropped her hands to her side, only to fold arms soon after. She wasn't sure of what the hunchbacked boil was thinking, and she probably would never know thanks to the communication difficulties.. However, it was probably nothing too important.

All thoughts were quickly pushed aside when her attention became focused on the new students whom entered through the door.

Smile widening some, she recognized some familiar faces---all of which were familiar actually. The Krumm car gang, or at least a few of them. "Glad to see your all safe!" She wasn't sure of what happened to the group in their departure, or what they had been up against, but she was sure glad to see that they had at least arrived here in one piece.

Giving a slight shrug to the hunter, she took another quick glance around. "I'm not sure.. I mean, there's stuff here--but nothing looks like its even worth stealing."

Despite Barth's protests otherwise, Christof crouched to haul the demon back up to his feet. If he was down too long, he'd stay down, after all. And while that might prolong the Sloth's life span if whatever lurked in this empty workshop thought he was already dead, it didn't do any of them any good. Making sure he would stay on his feet, he scooped up his make-shift crutch to assure him it was only a stick, and at worst would bruise.

Then the relief set in, happy to see his friend alive and mostly-well amidst all this madness. He patted his back roughly, in a manly gesture of Well Done!

His eyes traveled back to the rest of their team, thankful for the interruption for his feaux pas in manners in front of the doll-like Ghoul... until he noticed the source of the frantic voice. This student- had no head! None at all! It was mind-boggling! He gaped from Barth's side, eyes wide and stitched mouth twisted into a curious frown. So many strange creatures he had met today, already!