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She sighed. An initiation? That seemed incredibly awful. Imagine if people had never had an experience with it. Wait. She'd never had an experience with it before coming here. Her sigh turned into a catch breath.

Riley smiled at Dory, after she'd had her little bout of thinking. "No harm done, I suppose."

She then turned to Chris, and gave him a surprised look. "That's right! I knew it was from somewhere. I'm Riley."

She then moved backwards a smidge, as to face both of them at the same time.

"Not to intrude on your conversation, but I had something similar. I was a Cheshire Cat.. scarf, weird tail. Huge claws. Magic, the works. It was weird."

Gale tilted his head to the side as though contemplating this. "Y...yes, I suppose vampires would count as monsters," he said slowly. "Though admittedly I haven't ever encountered one myself. A few werewolves, a few ghosts, a few dragons - "

<< Those you like. >> remarked Jinhai inside of his head. He sounded amused.

Hush, you, thought Gale good naturedly, and then finished by saying, "Basically, there's a whole cornucopia of things to deal with. I'm sure vampires fit in there as well, since just because I haven't seen one myself doesn't mean that they don't exist."

But then the girls had had their reunion and Gale turned back to the boy who had been with Peyton. He smiled slightly, his cheeks flushing a light pink as he said hastily, "No, no, just Gale is fine, please. I'm not really, erm, a sir kind of person, be that as it may."

His eyes flicked back towards Peyton and then back to Noah. "I'm glad to hear she found someone to be with," he said, "though I don't really understand what's happening with the pods opening suddenly. I don't know how long this will last, to be honest."

A look was passed over to Bix, and Gale resisted the very strong urge to stick out his tongue. As it was, he merely rolled his eyes at the white haired hunter before asking Noah, "Do you have any family on the island yourself?"

Noemi squeaked as her wrist was grabbed, and then an arm and she was officially trapped. She should've wallflowered her way out. Damn her for not being smarter and running. The best thing to do was run.

"Can you let go..." She started to red and hands were reaching up to push Milo's face away. And she kept pushing until he let go.

This was a problem. Why are the men here so touchy.

"Fragile si, yes. Ai por favor déjame ir."

"I'm not even sure what it is," he said, apologetic and looking a bit like a puppy that had just knocked a bunch of potted plants over and felt sorry it had done so.

He smiled shyly as Dylon ruffled his hair and shrugged, though. He liked this guy. "It's kinda nice talkin' to you," Harland admitted, with a friendly smile. "I'd watch it if I could, an' all," he added. "Cowboys 'n aliens, I mean."

Harland's face turned bright red under his freckles and facial hair again as Dylon smooshed his cheeks. "I'm ... what, pardon?" he asked, though he kind of understood the jist of it and felt like the blushing was justified. Not that he could help it, anyway; he seemed to turn scarlet at the drop of a pin.

"Scope out... the ladies..." Harland wrinkled his nose in distaste, "I hope ye don't speak to 'em that way, though," he said to Dylon who he was now considering his new friend. "There's a hunter over there I suspect looks more lost 'n I do," he added, gesturing to the purple-haired pod-awoken young lady. He held up a finger to Dylon, and before Dylon could protest (maybe) Harland said: "I'll go greet her."

He then went up to her, and offered his hand in greeting, tipping an invisible hat (despite still wearing his cowboy hat around his neck). "Good, ah, afternoon? To ye; my name's Harland Leander Belle, 'n I'd be pleased to make your acquaintance if you don't mind my approachin' ye to say hello 'n all. That there's my fun friend Dylon; if ye don't have pressin' matters to attend t', come over 'n chat with us a while," Harland offered, with one of his warm smiles.

He excused himself, returned to Dylon, and smiled at his new friend. He didn't say anything.

Dylon blinked innocently, watching as Harland went to make the moves first. Yeah! Go, go young skywalker! Hit on the cute little female! Courtship is MAGICAL!

The tall asian beamed as he brought her back, taking her small little hand in his own and bowing in extravagance. He seemed to think all this formalities to be super duper silly fun. "M'lady~ Pleasure is mine. Call me Dylon. Dylon West." He straightened up and winked.

"Do I get to kiss your hand? Or is that too much?"

"Tia Rosa would wash your mouth out with soap for that, Jordy." He didn't care what Jordan said, all that mattered was that he was there and they were hugging before he could catch his breath, before his voice could crack and betray him completely; Andy's eyes were damp, but he held back until he could hide his face against Jordan's shoulder. "I thought...I'd never see you again."

"They told me I couldn't even...say goodbye. But I wanted...to protect you for once."

Jordan radiated strength and good health - and when Andy looked over his brother's shoulder, he saw someone else coming towards them - two someone's but only one sent his self-preservation warning bells screaming...a specific someone that radiated malice. Oh shiiit, who the hell was this guy and why the hell did he look like he wanted to tear him away from his brother?

So many people, suddenly - a pink-haired guy showed up next to...what was his name? Ian, that's right. Ian. Pink-ponytail at least looked pleasant and friendly, which was good. "Yes." It was all he could say, really - it was a reunion, after all!

"That's my girl." Robert hummed against her hair. It wasn't clear whether he meant it for Shu, who was coming closer with a pile of food that was just large enough to sate his mighty appetite, or if he meant it for Mimsy. She'd figured out how to be a successful caretaker with little to no experience on the matter.. and even if it sounded a little clinical when explained, he was proud of her for it. He nuzzled his nose against her, just once, and then straightened up to hold his arms out for the coming feast.

Oh, he could smell the meat from here...

A body got in the way of him and his mea - Shu, him and Shu, and Robert's expression crashed with tragedy. Empty hands fell by the wayside, and he let out a tiny whimper, followed by the long, shaking grumbles of his stomach.

"So.. close."

And yet so far.