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((Running to Dinner ill be back))

Before returning to Seiji, Bul gave Demi an uncomfortable look or more of a wince if you will. "Yea uh.. I was about to eat the dust man. I can't believe I lived through that. And to think that little ghoul was going to eat me.." he shook his head. "Been meaning to find that booger."

Bul glanced down now to his meter and smiled. "Well I've been mostly walking so three quarters of a mile Id say." He knew best then not to pester any about why he missed gym. After all Red seemed pretty meticulous about how many students showed up.

The new recruit toddled off, looking a little intimidated by the parade of gruff boils that had signed in and walked into the room. Shehk was a refreshing exception, but otherwise Riley had little faith that she'd see the scrawny kid again. She really did want more people who needed help to join, but as it was, she could tell her team had a clear advantage when it came down to competitions with the N.A.P. club. Not to mention they all looked ready to work hard - and that pleased her.

She snatched the paper up off the desk and took a look at the names so far. She recognized a few of them. The new, unfamiliar names were always welcome - any chance to make a new impression was important. She dragged her claw across the page, looking up every time she passed a name. The first boil had been Unstabul.. she committed his name and face to memory. Then Christof, Nuk, Alt-ugh, Damien.. she looked up, trying to remember which one signed up after Altair. The puppy eared boil.. she remembered seeing him once. The moment was irrelevant.

There was Shehk, sitting quite familiarly with Nukpana, and it brought a pleased expression to lift Riley's features. Seiji, Junko's boil, was next, and then...

Mot?

She looked up, finding the only unfamiliar boil she hadn't already named. He was new. Very new. Riley hopped off of the desk she sat on, and strode confidently inside.

Welcome, ladies. I hope you're ready for me to turn you into men. With the exception of Shehk, of course. She gave the pricolici a wink, before swiveling to standing in front of the class.

Mot? May I speak with you a moment?

Riley held her hand out for Mot to shake. We have never met. My name is Riley, I am the head of this club. I'm very glad to see new faces here. In fact, I don't recall ever seeing you before. If there is anything you need, in or out of the club, please do not hesitate to ask me. Her eyes lifted in lieu of a smile. While you are here, if you need a spotter for any of the machines, or if you need personal training. you may ask me or any of my trainers for assistance. Nukpana, sitting there with the only girl in the room, she snickered - the sound of the laughter wrapped around her words instead of interrupting them - is one of them.

Christof. She called out privately to the igor, to get him to enter the room and come to her. Then, her voice returned to Mot's mind. And if you need any supplies, such as mats, or boxing gloves to use in the ring, Christof is available to open up the supplies closet. Please ask him for anything you may need at any time.

Her voice then opened up to everyone in the room. We'll be congregating for the meeting soon. Please, feel free to continue using the facilities until I call us to order.

At the sound of the summons, Christof quickly jumped to follow. He was wary to migrate too close while she was performing business, but the command was exactly what he was on his toes for. He eyed the strange boil his Mistress was speaking to. He hadn't seen him before. A Reaper, he supposed? The hunchback hovered silently behind Riley, eyes narrowed as he sized the new comer up, twisting the equipment room key in his hands absently.

Thankfully for Mot, a certain dragon strolling past re-focused his obsessive glare.

Seiji fell quiet as Bul and Demi recounted the events on the island, shoulders tensing as he recalled the rather abrupt way he'd died. It still bothered him that they'd all had to watch him fall, and that he couldn't make it to the end with the rest of them, well.. most of them. Junko hadn't quite made it either. Of course them having both gone through the same sort of ordeal had become a bit of bonding point between them, at least once he'd found out. He still couldn't understand why she'd trying to hide it from him. He'd died himself, why would he care, other then being concerned, that she'd died?

A snort sounded before he could stop himself, and he rather forcefully pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. Red on black eyes rolling to watch Riley introduce herself to whom he assumed was another new student.

It was at this point he noticed another body near the sign up sheet, and at first he didn't recognize the ghoul. The Junko he knew did not wear such things, and fitness club was one of the last places he'd expected to see her. Sewing club? Yes, but fitness club? She'd never showed much of an interest towards it before. That mouth situated between her bouncing pigtails though, it was definitely her. Grinning, he tapped Bul on the shoulder, indicating the ghoul, "be right back, Bro," and made his way towards her.

She was trying to be stealthy, but in her attempt she failed to watch her back, and it was easy for the jikininki to creepy up behind her. His arms encircled her waist, and before she could even squeak in surprise he'd lifted her up and proceeded to carry her back towards Bul and his treadmill. "I didn't realize you would be here, tricky ghoul."

Mot looked down at the hand offered, taking it and giving it a shake, then back at the----woah. She was talking with her mind. His brows raised in surprise, though returned to normal. Quite interesting form of communication. Intriguing.

So, it seemed she was the head of this club. He listened to her, raising his head enough to regard her face. He looked at the machines she referred to, as well as the other members she mentioned. Quite the bunch. Two of them seemed quite friendly with each other. Oh yes, quite.

"Thank you.. I've never done much physical work other than running away from something." No one needed to know he signed up by accident. That was his secret. "I could use all the help I can get." His eyes shifted to Christof, a wary expression followed. Was... he glaring? It was unnerving the way he stared.

Luckily, another boil distracted him for now.

"So uh..." He looked at the machines, raising a brow. "What would you say is the least physically trying doohickey?" He asked, poitning towards the machines.

Without turning his head Bul nodded and let Seiji walk off to the door, not realizing that his ghoulfriend had actually shown up. It wasn't until she was being carried back that he made a slight turn of the head and had to pause on the side of the treadmill laughing. "Seiji what are you.." He was entirely unaware of the chat they had had prior to this meeting so he wouldn't pick up on Junko's nervousness.

Flicking his tail when Riley began to approach the front of the room Bul turned his treadmill off and leaned against it sipping his water while rubbing himself down some with the towel.

Boxing gloves. Boxing gloves! The words siphoned through the Igor's subconscious to snap him out of his general glowering and just as Riley swept off to tend to the Zombie ghoul, Christof had lurched to the supplies closet dutifully. He whipped the key out once more like a soldier about to switch guards, ceremoniously sliding it into the lock and slipping inside.

Before Mot could so much as wander towards the treadmills, the hunchback had returned, closet locked and the black boxing gloves eagerly held out to him. If that was what Mistress recommended, then so it would be. He continued to lock the hat-less cowboy with a stern stare, as though daring him to disagree with his Mistress's advice.