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Calder pursed his lips, looking at the small group that seemed utterly confused what a love poem sounded like. Really? Was it that hard? He set a hand to his brow and sighed. "This school needs a lot of help. Don't you all read?" He adjusted his top as if to ready himself to his duty as an educator, and took Amirita's hand to lift her to her backwards feet. "A love poem is a pure expression of the feelings inside you." He poked at her chest, of course being mindful that she was a ghoul.

Tapping his fingers, he turned about, released the girl, and trotted over to Israfel. "For example.." He knelt down and slowly opened his moss-green eyes.

"Your wingflaps beat with every breath,
But not as quickly as my heart
It's as if you were a werewolf
Tearing me apart
My insides fall to ocean depths
Whenever you are gone
But when you turn to look my way
My life is filled with song."

With that, he turned back to Amrita. "Get it? Pretend that girl is the one and only for you and pour yourself to her."It should have been easy. Just let it out!

The she-wolf watched as the Undead ghoul came towards her. She patted Ren's leg and moved only far enough that Amrita was able to put her arms around her neck and shoulders. Hey! Her hands were backwards! Interesting. That thought disappeared quickly as she was nuzzled. LW made a soft sound of approval at this and of course nuzzled back.

If she had been expecting something as sweet and gushy as what the horse-boil-monster had said, she was definitely in for a surprise. A fit of giggles began to take over as she listened to the 'poem'. Wait. What had the ghoul just said? Poems suck shiny christmas balls...at that, LW had to agree and she busted out in laughter. Oh this was great! And the she-wolf thought the small Undead ghoul was adorable. She was also doing a pretty damn good job at pulling poetry out of thin air. Not everyone could be like that white haired boil (whom she really needed to learn the name of). To the monster, that was one jacking good poem.

Still attempting to stifle her laughter, LW twisted enough to give Amrita a hug and a good nuzzle. "That was lovely, my dear. You may have stolen my heart with that one." Winking, LW added a small nose nuzzle before releasing the ghoul.

Christof relaxed a hair with a sigh when he heard Calder's dare. Alright, nuzzling and poetry was okay, at least it was just amusing and not terrifying for the small Ghoul. He would have had to step in if they wanted her to strip or something terrible like that- but when Yaya stepped up to speak to G, he was suddenly... very distracted. Eyes wide again and traveling past his Mistress, he blinked at the demon who's clothing seemed to be practically falling off of her as she caressed the poor spooked sea monster, and pangs of jealousy swept through him. Who was this? He watched those delicate hands on the green skin with interest, noting how lovely and slender each finger was. Beautiful hands. Hands he'd really love to study closer. He shifted, though, shy and anxious.

At least it seemed his quietness had saved him the embarrassment of being asked Truth or Dare yet.

When Barth gave the a-okay, Colette looked over with little hesitation. If it had really been anyone else other than him or a very select few, she would have gradually checked and made sure it was truly alright to look. She trusted the boil. He hadn't done anything to make her feel otherwise, though there were some things the ghoul would never take seriously. Like if he tried to give her a survival tip.

Colette's face flushed at the fact he was still technically naked under her jacket. And that he had noticed she was specifically trying to avoid looking at him. Not that it was hard to tell she was, but it just made Colette feel embarrassed. It's not like she didn't want to look. ERR, meaning she didn't want to portray to him that she thought he was repulsive. It's not that she did. That would be rude, what if it was insulting? IT JUST WASN'T PROPER, OKAY? Colette would have to try her best to treat him normally, as if he was clothed, but she currently wasn't doing a very good job.

She wasn't particularly interested in the game. Meaning it wasn't disturbing enough to catch her attention. The last request seemed particularly tame and Colette currently wasn't one with a big interest in lovey poetry. Instead, she brought up a question for Barth she'd been anxious to have answered. "Barth, uh, what happened on CandyCane Lane? I wasn't.." she hesitated. How did she say it without looking stupid? "Uh. Close enough to see. Just about everyone was gone." Not ignoring the sounds of chaos she believed to be just stupid students playing around, nope.

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Christof's movement of going to Riley's other side had caused Dasher's eyes to actually fixate on him, and the reindeer's mouth gaped as he stared at the boil's scarf. It looked delicious and chewable, and the reindeer advanced, taking it upon himself to go to the back of the students surrounding Christof. It was too much trouble to break open the disfigured circle-mob and face the guy's front. He was preoccupied by staring at some dark skinned woman anyway. Shouldn't divert his view, wouldn't be right. Dasher liked staring sometimes too and he could sympathize.

Managing to actually make it to Christof's back, Dasher stared quietly at the scarf. Just a little out of reach, hmm.. There wasn't much he could do about that, except what any quadruped would do, and Dasher heaved upwards with a snort in an attempt to support himself on Christof's back and n** at the scarf. The taunting, seemingly delicious scarf. The guy would just have to hold still for a minute and it'd be over.

As Calder took up Amrita and brought her over to one; give her a poem as reference and two; show her how it was done, he was a bit impressed with the boil. Though it did make him wonder if all he did was read romance novels or something of the sort. Not like he could truly talk, regardless. But as the undead ghoul set about fulfilling her dare, he looked about to decide who he should pick for his 'victim'. He still had no clear idea what he should do, but he couldn't keep up the line, so to speak.

Meh... finally, his eyes settled on a ghoul who was sitting by herself. Her interesting choice of pj's amused him a bit, but he felt that everyone should play, right. So he cleared his throat a bit and spoke out, as it was officially his turn now. "Pardon me? Girl who seems to like foxes (Holly). Truth or Dare?"

She was happy that the sweet (and innocent in her mind) Undead ghoul had gotten a nice dare like that. Though the she-wolf couldn't really say if she preferred having such nice dares. Where was the thrill of having to fulfill an outrageous dare?! Still...the ghoul had done a fine job.

LW turned, meaning to say something to Ren, but whatever it was died on her lips as a loud howl of some sorts was torn from another students mouth. Skulls, what the hell? Her eyes widened a boil proceeded to flip the Jack out and there was something on his back.

Nudging the gryphon, LW leaned close so he could hear her over the terror filled sounds. "What...is that on his back?" It looked...vaguely familiar. Like she had seen something similar somewhere else. She was also thinking that maybe it was time for a second hit off that cider. "I...uh, think I might need...a second drink..." She added.

"Oh.." So he actually didn't know what happened. Colette looked a little disappointed. That meant she had to find someone else to explain, and her gaze drifted over to Yaya who Colette vaguely remembered was one of the students left over after the disappearance. She was... surrounded by students Colette didn't know. Maybe another time.

Looking at Barth again and attempting to poke for more information, Colette asked another question. "Well.. have you seen anyone else since then?" There were a lot of students then, and she thought for a moment before quietly adding in, "That I might know.." It's not like everyone else was less important... she just really, really didn't want to go to a random ghoul or boil and ask about a probably traumatizing time.

Though, before the boil could reply, an awful noise drew Colette's attention and she looked in its direction. That patchwork was flailing about like he had gone mad! A disturbed expression took its place on her face and it wasn't until she caught sight of his back that horror then claimed its place.

The Reaper scrambled up from the ground and shouted in his direction, "HEY! What the heck are you doing? Leave him alone!" It wasn't Dasher she addressing, Colette was actually shouting at the boil.

Dasher was just hanging on for dear life and a good meal, vigorously flopping and flailing himself against the boil's back. He didn't understand why this was happening. Certainly if you wore something so delicious, it was for someone to eat, and he took up on the offer! It wasn't until he found himself being hoisted away that he calmed down a little. It was his loving owner, right?

Well, no. It was some purple thing. A savior? No, it just hissed at him. Dasher decided, "Ew," was the right word for it and flailed more. He just wanted to get away from this now, grass was way better in comparison, and he moved on to his only defense: turning invisible. Ceasing all movement in a slump, he played dead. Invisible dead. Besides his glowing nose anyway. It never helped in situations like these. He thought to himself, "Don't move and just wait for she who feeds me," clearly unaware of the mind invasion his holder was capable of.

At sight of a ghoul taking control of the patchwork and saving Dasher, Colette hurried over and held her arms out for the reindeer, not even checking if Christof was okay. "Thank you, I'll take care of this one." This was embarrassing, and she had just left Barth there without a word. Colette wanted to take Dasher and just slink back into her very non-attention-attracting seat.