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Like the ones- you know? El Greco raised a brow. He knows that being a new student around here that one would miss a thing or two in orientation, but not about red cloaks and all. Getting lost in painting hunting didn't help him either.

"Yes... red!," said the slimer as he rubbed his chin.

"I think I did see a red cloak in the middle of it all, but it was too far, I'm not too sure."

He took note of their faces, and felt like they were lost as he was.

Moure had been standing near the back for some time, watching as everything unfolded. He'd originally come to chase down Danny, but the red-cloaked figure had soon drawn his attention. They didn't seem to be like those that had attended Red's real funeral. Something was wrong here.

The thing the figure had sent off had smacked the patchwork off his feet, and he managed to get up to see people starting to react. The figure apparently wasn't of the friendly sort.

It didn't help that soon after the figure stole one of their classmates. As people gave chase, Moure hung behind to try and find Danny. He couldn't see her anywhere, which led him to believe that perhaps she had already given chase herself.

He held back, trying to decide if he should run off and inform the faculty of a student being stolen, or give chase. Finally, the patchwork tore after the figure himself. He didn't know if this was a good idea or not, but he had to do something.

(Super late exit, following of the ??? figure)

Tomoko wrung her skirt out, even as she loomed back at the gym, seeming to brighten up just a bit when the Ice Demon made his appearance, though she didn't smile. She just..looked nervous.

"They went in and nobody has come out.." she said sadly, ears drooping as her tails curled around themselves to compact space with their bulk. Having more tails was complicated, to be honest. What was she supposed to do with all them tails? "Should someone get the school nurse in case things get bad?" She seemed really concerned. "Will Cricket even be awake? Or is she better where she is?"

The kitsune really seemed to be working herself up with worry, and nobody she knew was around for her to fuss at as the situation was.

Mrrrrrr...

She hoped Vaith was alright...

Malodore had come to the gym too late - it had assumed whatever was going on was some scheme of the Horsemen, some sort of playacting as their plan to teach the students how to fight. Important, yes, but as it never intended to be on the front lines of battle... not entirely relevant.

However, when it arrived to a near-empty gym, with the students who remained buzzing about with clear, genuine anxiety... well. That was when the plague doctor started to feel uneasy about the whole thing. When Arel arrived, it padded over to stand nearby, listening silently to the others speak.

"The horsemen went after him even when he knocked us down. The president is also with them."

... And there it was. Malodore's gaze, behind its lenses, narrowed to slits. Riley - of course she'd have charged into the thick of whatever fray there was. It still didn't know what was going on, but if Riley was in danger, then it cared. It had to care.

"Three horsemen," it said, taking a deep breath for the calming effect. "Is it possible that the cloaked figure was the fourth? That we are worrying only after a game or a practice of sorts?"

It hoped that was true. Could possibly be true. But something in its gut told it otherwise.

Tomoko piped up; "I saw all four of the Horsemen attack the figure." She'd given chase longer than Barth had, so she was able to notice this sort of thing, but still she seemed nervous. "Are the four of them enough to go up against that hunter when our classmates are with them?"

She felt bad doubting them. She'd seen firsthand that they were completely capable, but she also knew that the four of them could be completely off of their rockers sometimes. A lot of the time.

Frankly, between the Hunters and the Horsemen, she didn't exactly feel safe all that much.

But they cannot come here. Halloween is meant to be safe, Malodore thought, desperately, but did not say. It had always believed that. It wanted to always believe that. Amityville itself was meant to be safe, at least from outside influences. The dangers the faculty presented to the students were entirely different, of course. Expected. It would have rather fought an entire farm's worth of Steve than accept that Hunters could be here. Right now.

Its brain wouldn't stop babbling at it, a nonsensical mix of English and Italian that mostly came down to but what if they have those pendants, what if they took them all far far away and-

Such babbling was useless, and would not be shared with anyone else. "They cannot have gone far," it said, the words sounding stupid and pithy even to itself.

Fire-

Malodore staggered backwards as every instinct the undead had screamed at it to back the jack up. That sheer instinctive terror met and blended with the shock of fear for its comrades. Its friends.

Its Riley.

"We have to go back," it blurted out, already a good thirty feet from where it had been when the flames erupted. "We have to go back now." Nothing could have survived that. Nothing.

Which meant it had a pretty good idea where, Jack willing, the students now were.

He wished he had a camera then. It was full of movement. It was full of energy. It was full of light. It truly was explosive. The slimer wished he could have captured the moment in all its glory, or perhaps in this case, it’s devastation. The smile appeared on his lips, well a tiny grin at least. He was lost in the moment; a good five minutes.

Maybe it was a good idea to find shelter, but when El Greco finds something visually appealing to him, he never looks away. Though “appealing” to the ghost has various meanings, and nearly mood dependent, but this was something he has never seen, and didn’t want to miss anything.

“Oh no.” But of course, after the next five minutes, he was conscious and it sunk it. “The others…”