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Hethel nodded mutely at Red, getting started while listening to the others converse and watching students in various states of ebullience pass by. She held the markers with curled fingers, gripping them as with talons. At first, she worked the plushie without any true interest in the task, merely passing the time- but she grew increasingly absorbed, until everything else seemed to fade away. When the plushie was complete, the owl spirit was not necessarily proud, but quite surprised at herself.


She turned it to face Red, waiting for a lapse in conversation. Finally, it came. "It's wood." She stated in a voice as flat as usual.

"Sometimes it can be nice to juggle two different jobs," Red replied as she returned her attention to the incomplete bat before her. "And yet, other times... Well. You get the idea."

The professor added a few stitches to the bat, poking it into shape with the rounded portion of her talon. "As far as being called goes, it can vary. As for telling cloaks apart..." Red grinned. "There are several ways, but I think it may take awhile to get into the details. I'm pretty sure it was briefly touched on the show you're thinking of. There have been several shows, each series with different mascots for different times and scenarios. Last I heard there's a new one in production right now. You might be interested in BoogeyForce: Midnight Howl. I'm partial to Hush myself."



When the plushie was presented, Red dropped the incomplete blank bat to clap her hands. "That's great! A wood-patterned cloak is very useful not only to blend in with the trees, but also to blend in against wooden floors, walls, and tables. Nicely done!"



To the boil, Red gently chided. "To some, yes. Others find more enjoyment and fulfillment from the Trick or Treater's career path. Pulling tricks and pranks aren't the only thing they do, young one. They do much, much more."

Red shook her head. "There were more then that. There were a couple animated series, some after-school live action shows, direct-to-video movies... There were a lot." The teacher paused, then gave a sheepish grin. "I guess I know a lot more about it than I should probably admit." Not that she'd watch it after school everyday when she was a young pup, or that she'd dig through Amityville's library for the rumored recordings of lost episodes when she herself was a student...

"Again, it's a pretty lengthy topic. It would be best to save that discussion for another day, otherwise I'd probably talk your ears off." Red added, waving the needle she was using to sew at Shehk for emphasis.

Hethel absorbed the praise with an unchanging expression, not knowing what to think of it. She gave a nod. "My thanks. I might be. Considering this." She added, gesturing to the pamphlets, meaning the Boogeymen. Some day, maybe when she had more of a grasp of this entire area. Or perhaps this is how she would learn it?

Not wanting to interrupt the rather enthused discussion between the procolici and the booth's occupant, Hethel took the opportunity to stash the bat away. Both arms and plushie seemed to disappear into her feathers momentarily, but only the arms made a reappearance. With a last bob of her head, she made motion to leave.

While wondering around the booths Monty came upon one that was unusually quite compared to the others. He took a few steps closer and picked up a pamphlet and began to read it.
"interesting." He muttered to himself as he finished reading. He was about to walk off when the box with the ? caught his eye along with the bats. He grabbed one of the pens and wrote down his questions making sure he had enough so he could get all the bats he wanted. When he got done counting he folded the paper in half before slipping it in the box. After which he grabbed one of the undead looking bats along with Amityville one and a white one so he could color it.
He quickly set to work coloring the plush, stopping every few minutes to decide what to do next.
When he was finally done he turned to the Professor and held up his little creation.

Shehk laughed a bit. "Shambled is a good word." she said - nice and undead to it, but given how strangely the races behaved between each other over time and how things were still slowly improving (easier to see in the younger folks).....

Yeah.

"I didn't read 'em either, I just remember seeing them while I was looking for something else." she nodded. "Say, is there any sort of like..testing they require to become a Boogeyman?"

"Thank you." Rhiannon picked up the little bat gently, thinking about what she would do with it. She picked up a marker, started to color it, didn't like it, recolored it, added some touches here and there and thought that there was something missing...
Eyes wide, she rummaged around her bag that held her extra clothes (should she fall into the Frozen Pond again), and managed to scrape together some loose sequins and some glitter from inside to add to it.

Satisfied, she took a step back to admire her handiwork.