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The ribbon-clad hunchback wobbled back as suddenly a.... a... what WAS that? Unfurled from the cheesy ooze. Well, a monstrous something that ate whatever the other was was a bit more his speed than the cute fluffies. He almost felt guilty attacking something that was clearly one of their own. Even so, the sooner they tended to this Task At Hand, the sooner he could change back to his normal clothes and HOPEFULLY find someone to fix his mangled face. He was feeling alright, generally, but accepted the bunny-offered candy all the same, if only to be polite. Shoving it through the rip in his mouth stitches to carefully suck on (difficult without a tongue) the sweet taste was lost on him but.... aaah, so that is what Mistress liked about sugary things so much? He felt the surge of sugar-induced energy, and with a guttural snarl leaped at the monstrosity with his paper weapon held high...

Perhaps it was the sugar.

Perhaps it was the frustration of his rather stressful day.

Perhaps it was the deep rooted NEED to get the heck out of that dress, but Christof's make-shift shovel swung true, slicing into the oozing creature pleasingly.

Yes, yes, this helped his mood considerably more than smacking bean bags.

It... it was over? What a relief. As much as the banshee didn't want to admit it she had begun to feel the beginning traces of terror that WASN'T part of what she was made up of infuse into her ectoplasm. She took the candy that Usa handed to her, about to tuck it away for saving - maybe she could spin that addictive wheel one more time...

Except a terrified yelp and the sudden sounds of dismay from her fellow Magical Ghouls had Aislin turning back to see something horrible... and not in the good way. The banshee froze in place in a moment of freight as the beast just ate it's goopy remains. It's booming voice had her wincing down. She was still aching and tattered from the last beat-down the monster had given to her... she... she just couldn't...

Except. Everyone else, equally scratched up and limping, was getting up again. They were launching themselves once more at the foe. It was almost like they were all glowing with the unexplainable power of comradeship... or that might have been her vision getting blurry from the mighty whack she'd gotten to the head from the Abomination. Whatever it was it rallied something within the ghoul.

She staggered to her feet and decided that if she was going to go down, she was going to go down with the taste of something good (rather than have the bitter flavor of defeat). She popped the candy she'd been given into her mouth and had to pause. It was like being slapped in the face with the most refreshing, revitalizing thing ever! She felt limber again, energetic, even! Feeling completely better the banshee scooped up the closest thing she could find - a chunk of wood from one of the broken booths.

Running over to Danny she leaned down, grabbing the ghoul's tail in her hand and holding it up over her new projectile. With a rushed, "Hey Danny. Sorry, Danny. Bye, Danny! Oh yeah, you should eat that candy!" she lit the hunk of pine on fire, dropped the tail, set it in her slingshot, pulled back, and let fly.

"This WILL hurt!"

The flaming projectile connected surprisingly well. Aislin gave a whoop as it connected only to have to cut it short as the creature lashed out at her. She yelped and dove away, not managing to avoid as it raked a claw down her calf. There was a funny thing with lacking nerve endings. Things shouldn't really hurt, but some kind of latent, built in survival tactic burred deep within her subconscious (perhaps along with whatever it was that helped her remember how to talk and identify some objects) told her that that should hurt. Aislin gave a howl of pain as she crashed down into the dirt.

"Willow! ASH!" Muka bounced in place, flitting to one ghoul's side and then the other.

"Are you alright?" He ended up next to Ash and scooped her ghosty self up in his arms. "DON'T DIE. AGAIN."

Aislin found herself being scooped up, giving a meek cough and wrapping her arms around his neck. He was shouting rather anxiously at her about dieing again. The banshee gave a little bit of a laugh and cracked her eyes open to look up at him, managing a cheeky smile.

"It would take more than that to make me die. Again." Regardless she rested her cheek against Muka's shoulder and was actually... still. And quiet. A little eerie coming from the regularly vibrant banshee. Really she was just kind of exhausted and wrung out. She just needed a few moments like this...

xxxxxAs Usa-Pyon handed everyone candy, danny was happy to finally be rid of the stupid abomination. Uncharacteristically, Danny sat there lackadaisically eating her candy. Something about the candy just made her feel better. Honestly, she didn't mind the magical girl wear so much. Sure it was pretty hot and stuff, but it was pretty easy to move in. Weirdly, the candy made her feel a lot better. She was pretty content just watching the weird thing bubble down into nothingness. Good thing she wouldn't have to use her tail on that cardboard.

xxxxxAfter finishing her candy, she immediately stood up. Danny was never one to sit still after all. "Hey Roch, wanna g-" she began, but was interrupted by a loud fizzling noise. Danny stared in disbelief for a moment as the ... thing ate ... itself?

xxxxxDanny's expression was quickly replaced by a look of sheer ambition. More monsters meant more fighting; Danny would never disagree with that!

xxxxxThe moment she took a step though, Aislin was grabbing her tail.

xxxxxHer tail.

xxxxxDanny let out a screech- something between a quiet yelp and a true demonic scream. Didn't Aislin know that was hella sexual?! Danny whipped around, prepared to castigate the crap out of Ash, but she was already gone. Was Ash one of those creepy groanspring stalkers?! Too bad, she seemed like such a nice ghoul too! Danny's attention was back on the goopy mess though. It didn't seem like the appropriate time to be worried about a stalker.

xxxxxGrabbing a random piece of cardboard off the ground she chucked it at the abomination ... THING. A complete miss. Way to go Danny.

xxxxxUpset with these results, Danny's eyes narrowed. She glared for a moment, switching over to her real fighting self. "Alright. Your a** is getting kicked!" She picked up a thick piece of cardboard and lit it on fire.

xxxxxDanny took her flaming cardboard "sword" and drove it straight into the abomination. Of course, she only struck a goopy section, immediately putting the fire out, but it was still pretty dang effective. Getting that close had repercussions though. The monster wasn't exactly happy about being stabbed. A giant paw reached out and swiped her across the stomach, sending her flying, and slamming into a wall. "Ggghh," Danny moaned. Seems like she was down for the count.
((dmg: 17
hp: 3))

Muka held Aislin, thankful that she was a ghost. He'd never be able to carry around a normal ghoul in the shape he was in. He seemed to examine her while she snuggled, his head bobbing around carefully to make sure that the banshee was unharmed.

He took the few steps back to Willow, adjusting Ash so he could offer her a hand up. His grin was back but definitely showed relief. He'd only known the ghosts a short time but was very glad they were safe.

The strix quite enjoyed Aislin clinging to him. Her mist drifted around him lazily and he watched it, eyes blinking at different times.

"What a strange creature." Was he talking about Aislin? Willow? More likely it was the thing they were attacking but he wasn't very good with expressing himself clearly sometimes.

Contracts. Riley sneered at the word, even as she slipped the candy behind her to disappear amidst her tentacles. Thank you, She murmured gratefully to the long-eared ghoul who'd offered the treat, before turning once more to their common enemy.

Well, you massive creature. I have no personal quarrel with you. However, this lovely lady just gave me a treat as payment for vanquishing you. I daresay, the only contract I will be making today will be of my own choosing - and it will be that one.

Her expression lifted, and she shrugged. No offense, I hope.

Then, without any real regret, she flung the cannon cat headfirst at the bubbling monstrosity. The styrofoam shattered, and she watched it with more than a little satisfaction - until the head of the styrofoam cannon cat came flying back at her, slamming into her face.

Even when fake, she just couldn't get away from them.

Her hand rubbed her sore cheek, glaring with distaste at the creature. The movement of her fingers across her skin stilled in frozen fear when Malodore walked right up to the abomination and tried to reason with it. Perhaps even considering forming a contract-

OH, HELL NO.

Storming forward, Riley took a defensive position between the abomination and Malodore.

You will only be making a contract with Malodore, over my dead body, she sneered viciously up at the blobbish creature.

Contracts were dangerous things. She would know.

It's all right, Malodore. She whispered quietly, though her eyes remained ahead. I know your intentions were true. But contracts are not to be trifled with - even in the interests of science. I will not have you put in any further danger, so long as I am here to prevent it.