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"Nor do I. I've just about had enough with this hellhole of a 'wonderland'"

Feeling her gripping onto his neck, Jericho launched himself into the air once more, going as high as he needed to in order to get a good view of the surrounding land. It seemed they had made a good deal of progress, judging the distance the forest was from them now. However, they still had a fair amount of land to cover.

Somewhat north of them, he could see what was supposed to be the Candy Cane Lane. Idly the dragon wondered if anyone had dared to try and trek it or how successful they were if anyone had.

[Part of the Ickis group.]

Deacon had made his way over the bridge to the island, peering about once he'd crossed for sign of his classmates. Oddly enough, he did think he saw someone dart past a time or two, though he could never seem to get a good look at them. The strange noises only managed to make him angrier. If those idiots knew he was here, and they were hiding from him on purpose... There would be blood.

Julian glanced back at Tahki when he heard her move and watched her sink down into the snow. He was concerned for a moment that she might get cold doing that, but it dawned on him rather quickly, what her thick white fur was meant for. He thought he remembered her saying something about being an arctic gryphoness or something like that. She was probably the best suited out of all of them for this weather.

But she looked tired and certainly wasn't standing anymore.

The owl-like demon moved closer and knelt at her side.

"T-Tahki? Are you ok-kay?" he asked, head tilting just a bit to one side. He reached slowly out, uncertainty causing his hand to shiver a bit. Or was it the cold? 'Cause that was certainly an option. He'd lost feeling in his ears on the way across the water and when he wasn't running or flying, his wings were fluffed and wrapped around his shoulders, a make-shift cloak.

His hand hadn't even gotten close to her shoulder before he shifted back into his natural shape.

Israfel groaned as Tybalt screamed. "ah-ah...so loud. why always with the yelling and the screaming and oh-" Something kitten shape was close to him. Very close. "Hello Night." Israfel wasn't quite sure how to greet another student when they were such different forms. "I'm Israfel." Reaching over he gave the student a sratch behind the ears. That was okay wasn't it? "And..." Looking at Tybalt, the siren couldn't help but feel sad for him. The water no doubt was close to freezing. "And...we should probably move away from the water. Oh...Jericho is also very big Tybalt, maybe you can share body heat with him tonight!" The siren chirped excitedly.

Looking behind them Israfel swore he saw something Orange..but, it was no doubt his imagination. The orange kitten was else where no doubt.

"It could be she wants it for more power? Think about it, we clearly fear the JOY, what would be the most powerful FEAR in Halloween town other then one powered by something WE fear right? Maybe that's what this is all about?" She had to shout of course to reach Riley as she flew above scouting, but it seemed as good a guess as any she figured. JOY was clearly powerful considering how banged up some students started to look after a days travel.

Riley laughed and patted Jericho fondly. You would be interested in the loot, wouldn't you? Though I won't say I'm not curious about these wretchedly colored little boxes, either. She jingled the three attached to her belt, and then perked as she heard Sammy calling out to them. Her cheeks turned a faintly darker hue.

Sammy.. I do apologize. I didn't realize I was projecting my thoughts. Perhaps the altitude and a bit of all this fighting has worn me down, I'm simply not thinking straight. She sent the ghoul a gentle nudge, a soft and friendly gesture that would remind someone of a smile, and decided to continue to project her thoughts to the group. At least now she was doing it on purpose. But you're right, the likely cause of this is the pursuit of power. While I can understand that craving as well as the next, this.. She waved her hand in a fluid gesture towards their destination, is a terrible place to have power over. Now if I were Hellma.. Riley's eyes flashed dangerously. I'd consider Thanksgiving. Think of all the turkeys to be slaughtered. You could almost hear the invisible feral grin in her voice. Death. Everywhere.

(( ;; sorry about that I thought was she projecting in general! ))

"Not so bad, don't worry about it! It's like any other voice, just... it feels like your close to me on both sides, it's weird but it isn't too bad really!" The nod however was a bit odd and it showed on her face, it was new, different, but it wasn't.. vulgar? It felt almost natural in a strange way. "I don't see how Thanksgiving would be any better? Sure the turkey is a nice perk, and it probably involves less drunk trees and stupid toys, but at least we have Elves here, they look thinner then gnomes, I could probably double my gnome punt record with an elf." While the conversation took a 'lighter' turn Sammy couldn't help but wonder. What WOULD Helma do with whatever they found, sure it was power and most likely fear related but why send them, students?

At the mention of Valentine and pink Sammy almost gagged, "Dear Jack, that place isn't scary it's just disgusting! No one should visit that place! At least this place isn't plastering with pink, just well, green red and white..."