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Herryk gave an annoyed sound -- not because he was upset that he'd been tackled, no. He was more peeved that he couldn't go into the minipet store and bury himself in poofs. So many poofs. After the play ordeal, Herryk needed some poof-time. Bad. And this flame-haired boil with his messy cat?

They were seriously getting in Herryk's way.

Herryk accepted the help that the boil offered and he would have just been more than happy to part and go their separate ways. However, Herryk's emotions were still running a little high (okay, more than a little high) and he finally took notice of the ink that splattered across chest and shoulders.

This would be the least of Herryk's worries.

No, the draugr was more distraught over the ink that stained his fur cape. Herryk did not have many things in life that he cared about. Freya, whom he loved with every ounce of his unbeating heart. His poofs, whom he dedicated himself to on a daily basis. His runestones, which he cherished.

His capes. Oh, his capes, and this cape in particular. He'd come into the world wearing the one he wore today, and now it was probably destroyed.

Without hesitation once they'd gotten to their feet, Herryk lifted the boil up by the collar of his shirt, fully intent on sailing one big, ham-like fist into the redhead's face.

TG had been carried through a good portion of the store, and he really wasn't in the mood. It was hard to find where the foxfire body was, and every time he kicked it, it would be met with plush fur. DAMN! This poof would have made an excellent coat. He half wanted to buy it and send it home to some breeders. As it was, he just wanted it to LET HIM GO!

He tried looking about for help and through the glass of the front doors, he saw a face he had seen but never met. It was Dream Boat, the boil Freya had sighed over on her phone, who had been run into by Lattice's little leech of a friend. The boil looked more than upset, and smiling wickedly, the imp jabbed back with his tail, causing the foxfire to yelp and let him go before running away.

Dusting himself up, he scrambled for his phone, and started to record. Ohhh. This was good. The boil was being helped up by a boil Lattice had been nice and talking to, and now the Blue Hulk was going to pummel him. Ohhh. His dream of two ghouls at once was in the making.

"Hey Freya! I found your boilfriend." He called back behind him, smile widening. She already was upset over the boil. Now to see if he could break them up. If he could get a hug from her being upset over a text, he could only imagine what else he could get. The blue freak didn't deserve arm candy like that.

((Quest Merry))

Holiday shopping. Had Bogey himself created this wonderfully horrible tradition? So much turmoil and stress, it was chaos. Merry found herself rather torn on despising it for having to deal with the crowds, or in awe of the evil perfection of it all. Either way she had made her way to the maul to get a little shopping done. Thankfully she only had a handful of people she felt close enough to to bother getting gifts.

The color weather had prompted a little extra attire, and that came in the form of a long wooly scarf wrapped twice around her neck and left to trail. Considering she had fur, not to mention the higher temperature her body seemed to run at, she didn't need a whole lot to guard against the cold. The scarf was soft though, and her fur was a bit thin along her throat

There was a bag in her hand as she meandered along the store fronts, agilely avoiding the jutting elbows and wayward limbs of the other folk not paying attention as they walked along. Her guardian had been easy to shop for, a classic book to add to his collection, but now she had the twins to think about, and she wanted to get them something they'd appreciate. It had to be perfect.

So that's why he sometimes saw the humanoids with one or the other. That made sense.

"Please continue," Vero told Herryk as he scribbled this valuable piece of information down, ever wanting to be engaged . . . mentally. He remembered vaguely that this was the boil he had interacted with during the gym trials at the florescetival, but the vespian wasn't expecting total memory recall from the undead.

((Sorry for the delay in posting guys!))

Anna had been drifting with the group, kind of awkwardly... she didn't feel that she entirely fit in. Though Shibey had her back, at least, watching Neil constantly just in case he tried anything. "A-are you okay?" she asked Siobhan, quietly. The banshee ghoul seemed nice enough, but even Anna thought maybe she was apologizing a little too much!

Then again, maybe that was just a banshee thing?

"Ah?" Siobhan turned to face Anna, blinking back confusion. "A-am I not? Oh dear.." The banshee brought her fingers to her bottom lip, drumming them nervously. "Strange, perhaps I am strange..." She muttered to herself, fretting.

PRAISE JACK HE WASN'T BEING PUNCHED

The moment his feet touched ground he took two quick steps back to put a bit of space between him and Herryk for his own safety he straightened his jacket, fixed a few belts and made sure all his belongings where in the usual places.

Suddenly the boil was presenting a cape to him, it was a nice cape, a very nice cape.

Covered in Sharpie's ink.

False in turn could only let out a deep sigh before moving closer poking at the cape with a frown. "It can be washed out..." He poked at a spot pulling his finger away black with ink. "You just have to be patient. It's why I wear a black coat, I'm too lazy to wash it out so it's probably covered in ink stains..." It was true, the ink could be washed out with time, though False knew of a quicker way; but he doubted Herryk would agree to letting him burn it off.

Suddenly a ghost with a rather large head was asking him questions. Turning he regarded the other boil with a tilt of his head. "Dismiss and summon is based on a contract in our family. A small amount of FEAR is required for it. The ink, his FEAR, is his own much as my fire is mine. It's a long story and I'm not exactly in a situation to tell it." His eyes flickered back towards Herryk. "I have... much more pressing matters to deal with."

Like making sure the big undead boil didn't crush his head.