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Shiki walked to a familiar booth, anticipating a game of gnome smashers, only to see that something else was going on. That strange student thing where people wanted others to vote for them. The kitsune gave a little smile, knowing that he was likely being a pest. He would have liked to vote, but he wasn't even enrolled let alone a student.

Still there seemed to be something he could do while he wasted everyone's time. "M-May I play?" He stammered softly pointing to the balloons.

Shiki's throw was perfect, thunking into the board and popping a balloon cleanly. Maybe too cleanly, as the dart seemed to be embedded all the way to the flags. "Uh..." He flicked his ears down thinking how hard it would be to get that back out.

Shiki took the cookie with a stammered thanks. He then swallowed and tried the game again, it was past midnight and it did say he could play once a day. Flushing a bit more he picked up one more dart and threw it at the board.

Urk... well he still managed to score but he would stick to his last one.

"I... I will.. I will speak well.... I know someone else who is going to be coming to the .. to the school.. I will.. mention you...?"

He knew the ghoul at the next booth, which made it all the more better that he visit her. Llyr drifted up towards the table and beamed at the ghoul behind it, the chains looped around his torso clinking gently as he made to reach for her hand, squeezing her fingers.

"Good afternoon, Amarus!" he said brightly. "I see you are running for Vice President! That is very lovely of you, and you look so pretty today! I am glad to see you have decided to do so, I am running for President myself! Your booth is so very wonderful."

He let go of her hand and reached into the bag he was carrying, ruffling around for a few moments before pulling out something small and delicate. A pale pink flower crown, which he offered to her with a gentle smile on his face.

"For you!" said Llyr happily. "I wish you luck with your campaign!"

He liked the idea of being a dream. What a nice title!

Llyr also liked Amarus because she was lovely and floaty and quite pleasant to get along with. Sometimes her thoughts seemed to be similar to his own, always drifting and moving, and he found it very refreshing, not to mention somewhat reassuring.

"Ah..." His expression turned vaguely worried. "I forgot to bring you a pin, but I should bring you one next time! And yes!" he added brightly, already moving around the booth to reach her. "I do so like hugs!"

Llyr wrapped his arms around the ghoul without waiting for an answer, smiling as he squeezed her tight. "I am glad you are my friend!"

There were so many fascinating sights entering her field of vision in this booth. Alpinely browsed with great interest and then found it hard to try to make a choice between the selection of goodies available. She had been trying, yes, contemplating as her right index finger tapped her right cheek but was then mesmerized by her eyes staring into space while she was in thought then transitioning to watching the blue lights pulse.

Now this looks interesting. San was walking by and heard about some sort of voting going on soon with some of the students for the student council. He then saw a dark, aged wooden booth which caught his attention along with the group of students standing in front of it; assuming that this must be one of them. Taking a few steps towards to the booth, he saw that it belonged to a ghostly ghoul seeing how she is talking to the other students. "She seemed nice . . ." He thought just before he saw some of the food displayed on the booth. His stomach growled a bit, taking now a few steps closer to see some of the interesting yet delectable desserts, and his glowing red eyes looked over to the ghoul. ". . . may I have one?" He asked in being polite if it was alright to pick one up, even though he has no idea which one to pick and eat. The large Rakshasa even looks perplexed on the choices.

He watched her, and the calm soft smile that appeared upon her face as she spoke to him. The ghoul even gave a few suggestions of which ones to try which made him look over between the cupcakes and the brownies. However, he is leaning towards to the cupcakes in learning how candid she was about how it was the first thing she baked.

Amarus, a name that he would keep into memory as he nods his head, and a Lotus Eater. "No, we haven't . . ." Something that he does need to change and meet more creeple for the only one he knew here at school is Tavi. "I am San, Rakshasa . . . year one, and you really do have an interesting choice." Even her wording of the snack's descriptions as his eyes flicked between the two. ". . . we make our choices, to accept those trouble thoughts, or ignore them . . . watching them become frightful monsters that even frighten monsters . . ." There was a certain look in his eyes, thinking about his troubled mind, of what he felt guilty so many years ago and the thoughts that had him plaguing forever . . . until recently, thanks to someone.

He reached over and grabbed a spookie instead, picking it up and taking a bite of the tombstone spookie. "I never thought tombstones would be good . . ." Stares in wonder of it as he continues to eat it up. "Thank you for your offer."

Apparently he said something impressive which made him feel good for sometimes the things he would say or ask will puzzle others. The boil didn't want to think about those awkward moments as he returns back to Amarus who has spoken a lot more than he thought.

San was quiet in learning how she came here, nodding his head along in being thoughtful. It was a bit intimidating on how much that she talked for he's not use to it, well, Tavi had sort of trained him for that being such a furry bundle of energy. However, it was quite interesting of how she had grew overtime from being in complete revenge to now. It made him smile softly. "At least you're capable of expressing. That's . . . something I'm trying . . ." From a giant demon, his voice was always soft spoken and broken sentences; quite the opposite to his appearance. "I think also it's experiencing other things, and learn, things changes . . . but that's just me . . ." The Rakshasa didn't mean to make it as though she was in the wrong about it, or that's what it sounded like now he said it. His voice had trailed off at the end of his sentence as he looked away in trying to do . . . something; he doesn't know what that something is yet.

He chuckled along as well of how funny something terrible is with the tombstone spookies. Before San could finished his spookie, he was entranced by how her hand became translucent for a moment. "Fascinating . . ." It must be quite obvious to her that she is the very first ghost he ever talked to besides the visit of the House Cup he attended to at their dorm.

With the spookie finished, he smiled at her a little more than the normal. His glowing crimson eyes stared down at the wooden booth again. "Sorry . . . I am trying to be better though." He is far too serious for his age, but he is trying to get better in time. "But I will visit, once you're not so busy with the campaign." The ghoul does have her hands full now in seeing the other students around the booth in seeing about the game and taking a few snacks as well.