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Maybe alive wasn’t the best of terms Kilometer could have used. Reanimate would have been the better choice. Oh well. No one said he was the best at explanations. Tilting his head a bit he began to wonder if he said something incorrect. “Yes, could not. As in lifeless?” He answered back, still not getting it. He knew what he was trying to say thus not understanding that what he was saying was a contradiction. To him, he believed he said everything correctly; being completely oblivious to the swap of the choice words “alive” and “reanimated.” Her puzzled face was unexpected in his mind.

He noticed Basil seemed to have excused herself at some point. No matter. She probably went to socialize with other students on the train. Something that Kilometer would not have done. Sometimes, just sometimes, he wished he was more social. ... ... ... Nah. He’s content with himself at the moment.

Breaking his own puzzled thoughts an ear flicked as he was grinned at. Did he do or say something that was pleasing? He did not remember doing anything of the sort, only growing more confused when she continued to giggle. Wasn’t she just confused a moment ago? Kilometer looked down, to the best of his abilities, at his gas mask again. She commented, saying it was badass. That’s probably the first compliment he ever got on it, not that he ever spoke to anyone long enough for them to acknowledge it to know for sure. The situation became a bit awkward. What does one say in return to that? A simple, yet confused, “Thanks.” was all that he managed to get out.

Kilometer’s mental note: LW giggles a lot. How very strange.

How was he going to eat that? What kind of question was that? He’d easily eat it by opening his mouth and putting food in it, chewing and swallowing and hoping it doesn’t fall out his side. “What do you mean?” The dolt had almost forgotten that he was even holding a plate of Death by Spice and Everything Nice.

"Nice to meet you, uh...Johan Klah-Klar..." Amrita wrinkled up what was left of her nose, trying to pronounce the last name. She had gotten very lucky in regards to his first name, it seemed pretty easy, but for some reason she was having trouble with his last. "Umm...Johan." Amrita said lamely, clearly giving up. Her gaze was right back down to the floor in a sheepish manner, her reversed hands fidget-twisting in a similar fashion.

She did however, glance at the Hunchback when he started digging through the debris nearby. Her shame in mispronouncing the Reaper's name had taken a side to trying to figure out just what the boil was doing. "D-did you lose something?" She questioned quietly, her hands stopping their fidgeting just long enough to lightly scratch the skull half of her face; clearly a phantom itch. By now it was pretty clear that the Hunchback was mute, but she was mostly lost on how to have him communicate back to them. The poor boil.

"Umm...I'mreallysorryifyoucantalk, but if you can't...M-maybe...spell your name in the air?" She suggested, lifting a hand to draw an invisible "A" in the air, trying to be helpful. "...Like that?"

The glower was caught and registered, and her suddenly very helpful idea seemed very stupid. Oh well, she had tried! Her single gray eye stared at the gestures he was making instead. She stared, and stared, and stared some more...and then the dots started coming together. There was an item missing from this mime business! Uhm, oh geez, BRAIN DON'T YOU DARE STO---Oh!

"A pen?" The undead child questioned almost stupidly, patting herself down despite wearing her usual sari (which was a good thing her 'fashion mentor' Livi wasn't in this car or she'd never hear the end of it). "I don't...umm...have one." And her bag was lost, too! Had she had more of a mind, she might have pointed out that there was no point in glaring at her like that, seeing as he clearly didn't have a pen either!

"Does anyone have a pen?" She asked, only loud enough for the students closeby (or will good hearing) to catch it. Hopefully someone would, to help the Hunchback!

Sin heard someone call for a pen and reached into her sleeves, she had stashed a few useful things there. She felt her comb, her compact mirror, her tube of lipstick had already been thrown in the minipet masters lesson. She really had to retrieve it but she had no idea where it was now. She didn't think the reindeer had smashed it, probably just kicked or knocked it somewhere in all the hulabaloo.

She grasped her fingers around a festive looking pen and pulled it out. "I have o-" except when she uncapped it the pen turned into a writing snake and tried to lash out at her. "Jack damn it...this one too..." She grumbled as she tried to put the cap back on it and not get a nasty pen tip bite.

After taking several moments to recuperate from the burning garbage smell the gnomes had tried to pass of as a meal Sarias over heard the commotion for a pen. Having not visited the Academy Store for her school supplies Sarias was missing the very thing this patchwork needed. She almost felt sorry for him, not being able to voice his needs, to speak up for himself, to answer her back, to scream...actually, that sounded quite good! She made a mental note to meet him on a more personal level, somewhere down a dark alleyway...alone...

Waving a hand as if to bat any questions away she shrugged at the group forming to find a pen "I lack what you need, maybe some other beast has one...although...you could always write what you want in that disgusting black stuff they call food, or the dust on the windows, the filth on the floor...this place is truly disgusting..." She seemed to go off in her own world peering at the carriage as if seeing it for the first time, through those judgemental eyes all she saw was mess, slime, dirt and grime. She grimaced, it wasn't much better even before the reindeer had made his presence know.

Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no the pretty ghoul had heard Amrita's inquiry! (As well as the other lovely young undead woman nearby.) Christof was flushing hotly as it seemed no one had a pen readily, and his patience was wearing thin. With a frustrated snort, he pulled the battered severed hand from his pocket once more, as well as his pocket pen knife. It wasn't terribly sharp, usually only good for prying something open or sawing through string, but at this point the hand was not only ripe but tenderized as well, and with a grunt he managed to chop off one of the fingers. See? Handy. That would have to do. It didn't make a very thin line, and the card was too small, and so he settled for one of the stray pages from Johan's destroyed tome, leaving a thick trail of rusty brown as he carefully wrote out his name at least with the improvised finger-marker. There, that was a start. Functionality was everything. And now introductions were taken care of, so long as no one took this precious paper from him. Except maybe that violet-skinned young lady with the legs a mile long.

Amrita really is cute! Lizzy beamed at her friend before turning to look at the boils, smiling and nodding when Amrita did the introductions, "Its a pleasure to meet you both!" She then turned to the Reaper, dipping her head in greeting at his introduction, blushing slightly at his bow; she always seem to do badly where formalities were concerned!

Looking at the hunchback again, it didn't take her long to realize that he was unable to speak and was... Looking for a pen? Was his missing? As she reached into her skirt pocket for one, she gave a sheepish smile as her fingers came into contact with one of her new pens from the school store - ah right, hers had been giving her trouble, trying to bite her all the time... Not a very good pen specimen, especially not if she was going to lend it.

When Christof used a severed finger to pen down his name instead, Lizzy didn't know if she should feel impressed at his creativity, or weirded out at the fact that he was carrying around dead body parts; where did he get that hand from anyway? After a second's deliberation, the Demoness settled on the former, giving the boil a smile, "Christof? I'm glad we finally know your name, its nice to meet you." She giggled.

Basil picked up one of the snacks Jamais had offered and munched on it a bit and swallowed. "Mmm~ This tastes great!" After eating the bunt food, this seemed like the best thing she ever had.

Placing the snack on her plate she pondered. "Not a clue what it was...we may never know." She chuckled at imagining the train barfing out the burnt food.

She squirmed a bit at the demon's question. "Ah- well, I don't really go there yet, you see, I learned that this train ride was happening here, so I may as well try it out cause I'm hoping I will be enrolled later on." Basil started looking into space a bit before coughing. "What about you?"