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[Staircase]

There wasn't much to the festival that interested the hippogryph, mainly since he had yet to dive in to anything that may have even perked a small bit of his interested. But then again the festival had only just begun, so he could only guess there was more to come, which in turn meant more students and those potentials whom have been invited like himself. Just the very thought made his stomach turn and pulled at his stings. Or maybe that was sickness due to the sight before him.

Flowers, hearts, glitter and...pink?

Was the festival mocking him now? Was pink really something to be feared. Hell, part of his fur and hair was pink, but no one went around screaming about that. But then again he wasn't a walking pink over load.

With a roll of his ice blue eyes, Rykier made his way over towards the building to get a better look at it.

"A haunted house, huh?" His tail flicked and wings folded closer to him as he debated entering.

He had to do something to pass the time until more events came along, so a haunted house seemed like a fair deal. Maybe it would even bring him a good laugh or two, especially if he got the chance to watch others get tricked. It wasn't as if the place seemed scary anyway, at least not on the outside. Sickening, yes. Scary, nah.

Shrugging, Rykier entered the building and looked upon his choices of entrance ways. It seemed as if most were choosing the hallway, and not wanting to deal with a large group of people, he chose the staircase. He wasn't ready to deal with a large number of students, not yet anyway...

"Hopefully there will be something interesting this way, or at least something less annoying..."

((Hallway))
Edel had been staring at a landscape painting depicting hell and its horses. It was a rather unsettling sight but she took care to observe and understand.....the painter's intentions behind it. HM.

Pink was an acquired taste.

Looking down the hallway, Edel sighted a rather friendly looking were lemur who was behind her. She figured she should return the kind gesture, so she tipped her head slightly and waved back following a greeting of “Good Evening to you too”.

Edel was about to turn around and head further down the hallway, until a disturbing recording of children's laughter rang down the archway. A certain strix looked visibly shaken by the sudden outburst of joyous cries. Edel grimaced slightly – it was an eery noise, but not quite so scary. She did offer the strix a sympathetic look though (after all, what was she to do?). Shifting her gaze towards the ceiling, her eyes traced the tracks of the rainbows and unicorns and bounded across the plane.
They reminded her of the nyan cats, such a fond memory.

...
Nope, she was not getting how this was supposed to be scary. Perhaps it was a pop culture thing.

[ The Staircase ]

The pink fog was, indeed, revolting. Cervantes entered the Haunted House specifically for this reason: he couldn't afford to be afraid of such ridiculous things. The Devil's Dandy Dogs were not afraid of sparkles! But as he entered the mansion, he couldn't help but feel there was some method behind that madness. The very house seemed unpredictable, cuteness could burst forth momentarily! Van shuddered. It looked like there were two ways to proceed, and, having been uncomfortable with the notion of being stuck underground since he was young, he took the spiralling staircase. Who knew where it ended? But at least he wouldn't be buried alive.

Van scratched behind the wings he was wearing. They had nothing to do with his actual anatomy, as he had merely appropriated them from some dove, but he did spot someone ahead of him on the staircase with large wings which appeared to be real. Wait, was that... pink in his hair? Perhaps he was sent here to thwart Van's valiant effort at conquering the house. With a youthful bound which spoke to his heritage, Van raced up, taking three or four stairs in each leap, and as he ran past the Hippogriff with pink in his hair Van said, "You're not going to scare me!" and kept on moving, until he realized that he didn't know what was ahead of him, and it could end badly if he suddenly raced into a hole, or some foolish error.

[Stairway]
Acheron was exploring the route through the corridors with caution, but when it became apparent that this part of the house (presumably because it was the entrance) had nothing too terrible in it, he'd relaxed a little, slowing down. He probably would have been content to wander without bothering anyone else - except that he was blocking the hallway, and as the dog demon came cannoning down the hallway, he would probably crash straight into the water demon - the latter spluttering furiously, black eyes narrowing and spines bristling angrily.
"What are you doing!?"

And that was how the Hippogriff would find them - an indignant deep-water demon bristling, and whatever the other demon was doing.

...I'd probably rather be asleep.
I'm so sleepy....

[Stairway]

Faint's face fell when he looked at the sign. They'd obviously gone all out for this haunted house, and it was.. disgusting. Absolutely horrible.

With a sigh he pushed his way into the death trap and up the stairs, careful not to the touch the glittery pink railing for fear of getting some of it on him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and grimaced. How had they gotten a crew to set this up? It was awful. He wouldn't touch it for the world.

((Hallway))

As several other students began to file down the hallway, paintings and portraits catching the eyes of nearly each who scuttled past, Natalia was still hovering near the ghoul with bright blue hair and adorned appropriately for the festival, having drifted some from Riley and the undead boil she followed. Her grin spread wide as a response was made, appraising the young female before her critically...as was what Natalia usually did.

No amount of drama would hold the desire to flirt and charm her way through school events back; not when long, feminine features were standing before her, waiting (in Natalia's mind) patiently to be admired and gawked over. No more than three seconds passed before she made a motion to speak, only her concentration was interrupted by sound of toys hitting the floor...and the laughter of children echoing down the halls.

Neither seemed to disturb her all that much, although the stuffed toys falling from the ceiling certainly made her jump and glare toward the space above her...leave it up to the academy to put on frightening shows and props! Beneath the toys was a boil that ultimately caught her attention, as he had been lingering near the lot for quite some time without saying a word. He was a curious looking fellow that looked oddly familiar...For whatever reason she recalled seeing him outside of her window one night, hooting or something. Maybe that wasn't him...

He was suddenly wrapped up in conversation with the ghoul Natalia had taken mild interest in, and almost instantly she felt the sting of jealousy surge throughout her. Having not gotten in another word otherwise with the ghoul, she narrowed her gaze for but a moment before shaking her head. This was not the time to be herself...really. Not when she at least wanted to have some fun...In any case Natalia took several long, light steps toward the strix and promptly introduced herself--acting obviously to what might have been going on between them prior. "I have heard that haunted houses often have booby traps littering their walls, floors...you know, the like. I would be careful if I were you! By the way, my name is Natalia." Addressing both of the potential students, the monster folded her arms across her chest and did a broad sweep of the hall they were all traveling through. "They did a great job at...well, making this place extremely discomforting."

...Some ways in front of them, she caught sight of yet another portrait hanging on the wall. What and odd looking picture to hang in such a...themed home?

Staircase

Marosa quickly backstepped in order to provide a distance between him and the other ghoul, hoping to Jack that she hadn't touched his bare skin. "Ah apologize," He murmured in his accent, taking to Minnie, "Ah did'nae see ye there." He, too, couldn't see through the fog, and grimaced as he waited to see if she was infatuated with him at all. He hoped not.

"Ah'm Marosa. A faerie." He gave a slight bow. It was simply too much right now to explain just what the Gancanagh were.

He heard a commotion behind him, and gave a sigh, hoping they too wouldn't run into him either.