Welcome to Gaia! ::

"Jackdammit, Danny, quit stealin' my candy, ain't pizza enough?" Roch asked darkly, digging through his pockets and pulling out another sucker, since that one was pretty much written off as a "loss."

His hand brushed the box again, and he went still for a moment before relaxing again. "Also, why the jack is that bush sparkling?" he asked, the sparkles catching the corner of his eye, so that he turned and stared at it blankly.

"Ah! That's good to hear. The Boogeymen could certainly use more talent," Saebel complimented, returning Mot's overenthusiastic with a more subdued but clearly pleased one of his own. "I look forward to seeing you in my classes, then. The Boogeymen is a large organization. Hopefully it will give you a good idea of what it's like. A Bogeyman is just one job out there to do after graduation, after all."

Saebel ignored Roch, moving with Adoh around the boils as they continued towards the school. They stopped again as Willow approached, the pair of them exchanging a quizzical glance. "To our knowledge, there's... nothing stopping you?" Adoh said slowly, "Unless there's something wrong with the training ground...?"

They were about to move before Shehk approached. Saebel shrugged. "To be honest, I am on the fence. Considering the... events of last year," he paused, the words dragging themselves from his mouth, "I do not think my presence would be much of a welcomed one. Nor does it appear to be one." Saebel didn't bother hiding the glance he threw in the direction of Roch and Sammy.

"Otherwise if there is valid interest, I would be interested in mentoring a few students," Saebel continued smoothly. "Of course, if I remember correctly you and I and possibly several others here both know of the risks and sacrifices a Boogeyman must make. Quite often they are forgotten and cursed for it, rather than thanked. But that is a discussion for another time."

They could use more... t-talent? Well.. hopefully Mot had talent to speak of by the time his classes started.

And suddenly it was crowded.

Mot was rather amused at Danny's no so subtle entrence, rubbing his neck nervously. "Ah.. a boogeyman arrived and plans to teach here. So..." And then a conversation grabbed his interest.



A Boogeyman Mentor? That would answer all of Mot's prayers!

His head exploded. There was just too much happy being experienced after all that sad he had been feeling.

Danny looked over at Mot. "You okay dawg?" I'm just going with the picture okay.

She punched him once in the arm just for good measure. "Has he been like this the whole time?" Danny said to Roch.

"To be blunt, are you at liberty to discuss or even speak of the events that left our previous gym teacher Red dead, or of the more recent death of the student council president, Riley, whom many students were close to? Perhaps of the humans who have come and gone from Halloween?" The siren had been in the distance, watching, more curious than wary. He resented boogeymen to an extent but, they were like many others, doing what they were told, what they thought was right.

Israfel had his views, and he'd not force them overly so.

"Israfel. My apologies for being so direct, but these are unknown factors which have left many students wary, if not outright resentful of you and yours. If you are not permitted to speak or lake knowledge of the events that is understandable, but if these such questions are left unaddressed, they will doubtlessly occur time and time again while other hardening students to their ire." Blue kings kept him aloft as he spoke. He glanced over at Shehk and Sammy a small smile on his lips. "You would both make good boogeymen, or really good FEAR harvesters in my opinion."

Mot was punched, poked, and poked again.

Finally he seemed to snap out of it after a while.

"Oh... I'm alright." He responded, coughing into his hand as if embarrassed. "Sorry, I lost myself a moment. I'd best be on my way."

Shun stared at Mot.

"I think your fan is showing," he said rather flatly. Shaking his head to himself, he noticed that a few others were coming in and around. Figuring he had lingered long enough, he just went on his way elsewhere. But not before stopping by the sparkly bush.

"Might want to keep that in check if you want to stay stealthed," he murmured to it.

"MOT, BIG BROTHER, I BELIEVE IN YOU!" She popped out of the bush the moment Shun came over, both arms raised in the air in a 'yay' pose, since her cover had been blown anyway. Turning to the pair of Bogeymen, she beamed, giving a bow, "Saebel, sir! You might not remember me, but ah... Welcome to Amityville!" With this, it would be easier to ask someone about her late father. Much, much easier.

She shot Mot a look, and a mental thumb-up.

She was also sparkling quite a fair bit. Note her resemblance to Mot.