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Riley would stand by the rock, silently, with only a flicker of a look at Jericho and a nod, before returning to the rock. She would stand here until the last student left, to make sure no one wasted their mementos on this sham of a memorial. No doubt if any of the students placed their precious keepsakes here, the boogeymen would make sure to remove them. She was determined to not let that happen.

He didn't bother to hide the look of pure irritation that was thrown at the Boogeymen as he walked up to them, his bells chiming softly. "When I said wait," he began, "I didn't mean wait until I'm looking the other way before taking off. I mean wait as in give me a few minutes to finish up what I was working on so I could come too."

A gloved hand was raised, thumb and forefinger used to pinch the bridge of his nose. This entire situation was ridiculous. "Look," he said after taking a deep breath, jabbing one finger at one. "I'm going to overlook the fact that you two ditched me and made me miss the announcement completely. Okay?"

One of the boogiemen stepped forward and murmured something in his ear before stepping back.

"Fine," the nameless boogieman snapped, jabbing his finger at them again. "But you both now owe me. Got it?"

Hmm... wasn't that boogieman familiar? Bells light colored hair, blue-white cloak... You got the feeling you've seen him somewhere before. But where?

He stood near the back, without sitting, his wings curled against his back and a stony, unreadable expression on his face, paler than usual. Ren's chest felt tight, like he was having difficulty breathing, and he drew a sharp breath, willing himself to stay calm.

He had not planned on attending the ceremony; he'd told the others he had not known Professor Red that well and did not want to go.

Except here he was.

Why was he here? His mind and his heart seemed to be at war with one another, and Ren remained stoically silent throughout the brief procession, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

"Retired from Amityville."

What a load of bull.

He had no doubt Arel was only doing what was asked of him; after all, the minuscule secretary kept casting wary glances back at the boogieman standing at attention behind him. But retired?

Disgust and anger flickered across Ren's face briefly before it closed off again into a vacant, empty expression. Quietly he stepped up to the stone beside Mot and Xiu, giving them both a small nod in greeting.

There was someone else there, however - someone with a pale white cloak that might have been a shade of blue when caught by the light. Ren's brows drew together, stepping back to lean towards the pair he stood by. A flicker of recognition caught across his face, then quickly extinguished.

"Do you know who that is?"

Sammy stood with Riley and Jericho, for a while simply eyeing the small stone, it was a pathetic excuess for a resting place considering the monster of a stone dragon that rested somewhere between this world and the Human world. That dragons skull held pins of the students who had been there, all piled and placed in the cracks of the other wise smooth skull. The only spot of color left in that grayed out area of the landscape.

"I suappose you two first heard from Chris and Barth then?" She mentioned to Jericho and Riley, she didn't specify what but she was sure the two would understand.

As for the strange Boogiemen, he hardly rang a bell to Sammy. She had seen one or two maybe on the way into the house and even more on her way out, but otherwise the only one she ever cared about was currently dead and being brushed under a rug.

Lattice had almost been able to leave until she heard bells.

Pin her limbs down tight...

The Engraver froze where she stood almost out but still very much there her minds filled with screams and she almost swore she felt blood spatter upon her face and neck as she relived a single moment from her childhood yet again.

It had to be bells. Always bells her hand reached out and grasped for support but only found thin air and after a few moments she just lacked the strength to stand and she just sunk to her knees. Perhaps it had been a mistake to be here...

Arel's speech was heard even by the tatzel in the back. She was sure he was mistaken- no, he was downright a no good liar if he'd meant to say Red was still in Halloween. She was there- back in that room; Levi had been there to witness the death.

Her first field trip ever and the tatzel would have experience death in multiple fashions. She'd died ...and so had...

Her ears twitched at the thought of the final bout with BigRed. The ghoul wouldn't have known the symbol represented on the monument before, but now the connection was there- this was their professor's. Levi had left her own emblem by the skull of the beast back in the rocky terrain of the battle field where the hunters had first struck. The broken pieces of bone and ash were all that was left... she silently scoffed again at the idea of retirement.

Levi heard the chiming of bells near a certain grouping of boogiemen, briefly noticing her friends were also observing the events going on.

This... this was one of the ones that was in front of the haunted house. He didn't seem pleased.

It was all still too fresh in her head. Levi had been lucky enough to escape without physical injury, but the millions of thoughts, memories and experiences had her placing a hand over her face for a moment. Her head throbbed thinking about it.

Ren's brows lifted.

"I...don't recall that, but perhaps I wasn't there," he replied in a low voice to Mot, his brows drawing together in confusion. "But something about him seems familiar. I'm not entirely certain why."

He hesitated a moment, debating whether it would be rude, then finally asked quietly "...how are you feeling?"

Wasn't there? Oh, that was right. Not everyone was at that strange field.

What was the polite way to say he was feeling like s**t? He supposed there wasn't such a way. Mot scratched his head, raising a brow behind his shades. "Okay, I guess. Very groggy... You?" Mot asked, turning to look the boil over some. Nearly everyone left the field trip with some kind of injury, minor to severe.

Oh right, Mot knew this guy. He was in one of his classes. Ren.