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Finally! Some one that thought he was right! Charlie gave a big satisfied grin to Cady.

"I usually am right," He gave her a thumbs up. "As for a van.. its white usually the worst kind and on wheels. And like a car but ugly?" He scratched his head and then too the time to open some icky sticks and pour it on the table. With that, Charlie did his best to draw what a van looked like.




"Van," Charlie was proud of the drawing.

"Wait what.. Why you stop talking?"

"Oh!" She peered at his drawing for a second before licking her finger and swiping some of the icky stix powder off the tablecloth.

Sucking on it, a rather serious expression came over her face. "Well like, there was this teacher whose name was Red cos I guess she wore a lot of it, and she taught this one class with skitter sharks and a swamp and it was awful and I almost got eaten only I didn't-" she paused to take a breath.

"...And then a few Octobers ago we went on this field trip to this house with these ghosts and there were these reapers only they weren't and Bul and Demi got covered in oil and took turns bathing each other and I think they kissed and there was this tentacle monster and spookie suits and a cart and soap and then we found this room full of mirrors and then there was this place and there was a giant monster only they said it was Red and she set us on fire a bunch and beat up the not-reapers." Gasping for breath, Cady added, "And then...she turned...into a rock...and people took her rocks home."

Yes, this was clearly an accurate summary of events.

"Yeeaaaah, unfortunately. They THINK they're mine anyways." He glowered grumpily at the rodent as she picked it up, "Y'know you can get mold from them things." With a sigh he at least clarified, "Hopin' I can learn to control 'em better anyway. They sort of just... follow me around and get in the way as it stands." He gave an exasperated huff. "Hey. You." He pointed to the rat in her hand that had twisted into a better position for belly-rubs. "Go get the lady somethin' to eat. Hey!" He barked again, and the little thing finally gave a squeaking grunt before twisting out of her grip to scamper towards The Boss and the table of snacks. "I'm rubbish at spells. Seems the only thing I got goin' for me is Animal Magnetism, ahahaha. Guess that makes me a sorta' Shaman." He shrugged as though unconvinced. But hey, that's what School was all about, right?

That and meeting pretty ladies.

Charlie wasn't sure if he should be upset that his drawing, his wonderful drawing, was now being eaten. Or if he should just go ahead and eat some too, Charlie went with the ladder portion swiping some sugar from the table too as he listened.

"Rocks? Home? Nah nah that sounds all wrong. They must have been van drivers," Charlie gave Cady a nod. "Reapers are our friends. Like Mac. Mac's a reaper and hes a friend. But there are van drivers out there. Maybe they needed the rocks to make terrible candy." It made sense ... to Charlie at least.

While he waited, Shun had just been sitting there quietly, idly watching the others nearby. Enzo and Charlie were around, and they seemed to be enjoying their time well enough. Glancing around the room, he also tried to see if he could spot Mitsu at all. Quite frankly he looked forward to see how she was dressed, and well.. looked forward to seeing her in general.

A touch on the shoulder snapped him from his thoughts, though he found it was one of the student council members.

"Hm? Oh. Nothing in particular. At the very least, it's kind of quiet," he replied.

In general, he didn't really mind, but he did wonder if his partner got lost. It was possible she didn't know who she was supposed to look for.

Shun raised an eyebrow at the question, but took a moment to think it over regardless.

"That depends on the situation. In a moment of solitude or meditation, quiet is very much the preferred thing. When the enemy is involved, however, it is possible for it to be too quiet. Especially in a moment where you're out in the open rather than stalking the shadows," he replied.

"In this case, I don't believe a bit of quiet is all too bad. Unless you have reason to believe otherwise?"

"Not yet, but that aint for lack a' tryin'" Enzo smirked with a wink as he leaned back in his chair. Soon, the bedraggled sewer rat, accompanied by another who looked as though it had not too long ago been in a fight that left one of it's eyes gouged out, came skipping back with a plate of cookies balanced on their sloped backs. Enzo looked relieved they had managed to do it at all.

"So. Patchwork huh? I've honestly never met a patchwork. Loads o' zombies and ghosts. My little sister's a zombie, she's got a few stitches but I don't think she can use replacement parts. So how often you lose a limb?"

Well it seemed like Shun had gone through the ranks too, but had actually passed that particular gauntlet. A part of her was jealous of that, actually.

"I thought I'd do well because back home I lived in a foggy-misty-forest that had little visibility like that. In fact, I find I do rather well until I get towards the end and start getting anxious to get out of there. Which might be why I start slipping up. I take it you got through it well enough then? Any tips you think could help?"