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Green Tent

After what felt like a long and exhausting trip, Bea was relieved to be back in Halloween safe and sound. It seemed she was always the late one in her group. Bea looked around the room for her team and at a glance she found Bul almost immediately. Though, he seemed busy talking to Mei, so she moved on to look for another member.

"Ah, Willow!" the sight of the tiger ghoul once again caught her attention.

Blue Tent

Natalia had been listening quite intently to the ghost ghoul's conversation with Malodore, catching and storing his name as it was passed along. Yes! Yes, his--it's name was Malodore. Before completely forgetting her manners, the monster offered it a wave, before readjusting herself to face her zombie companion.

She would have commented on Mort's difficult nature, particularly after they had survived so much...but her lips stayed shut, a half smile lifting at one corner in the slightest hint of amusement. Needles should really be the most welcomed part of the field-trip!

When addressed, Natalia straightened up in her seat with a wince. "Me? Oh, uh well my wounds are not nearly as bad. Could probably use a cleaning maybe...but..." Beneath the pile of Mort's parts on her lap, the torso of her uniform was glistening ever so slightly, holes where shards of rock amongst other projectiles exposing reddened flesh underneath. It was painful, but survivable. Mort needed the most tending to. Smiling completely then, she nodded her head and scooted closer so the limbs were more easily assessable.

"I can head over to the green tent when he is all fixed up. There are others who could really use your help, do not worry about me."

Green Tent

The ghoul's face softened upon seeing the patchwork boil, knowing that he was alive and well. ....Was he? Edel scanned for the damage – Moure still seemed a little worn out. Then again, who wasn't? She might have noticed it in the room of mirrors earlier – she wasn't looking too pretty too.

“I'm glad you're alright too...” Her tone did express relief, though it wasn't coupled with excitement, joy, euphoria. It wasn't that she was not happy to see Moure alive, she was. However, the atmosphere in the tent and basically the entire gym was dour. Everybody was weary. Everybody was sad. It was hard to reciprocate a smile but she tried.

Edel did, perhaps, feel a little better as Moure pulled her in for a quick hug. At least, there was some one there for her.

“Yes.....no” The frost demon was quick to reassure him that she was alright, but that was changed after a pause. The damage was more psychological that physical. Numbness shielded her from the true effects and trauma of what she had been through; the ghoul was sure those memories would begin to haunt her some time later. Only thoughts about Red, the hunters, the future flooded her head. She wasn't feeling quite like herself right now.

“We have to do something,” she told Moure quite firmly, in some way assuring him that what she meant by “no” wasn't so much about herself but rather, how she felt about the entire field trip. The ghoul had told him about the threat the hunters posed and she was also somewhat sure that Lizzy and Lattice might have told some of the others about what the hunters could do. “Everybody should know, everybody needs to know” she said definitively. The frost demon stole a quick glance at some of the boogeymen around, wondering if they had gotten the information and were doing something about it. It still made her sick that she had no idea that hunters existed until now, or that Halloween had a suitable answer for them. Even Professor Red ....

“Not now though...” she added on softly, a little later. Judging from the atmosphere, it might be better that the events of the field trip not be brought up until a little later. She could hear some of those around her crying, still.

“Spookies?” Edel reached out to the platter of special spookies that the green tent provided, offering it to the patchwork boil.. They would also serve to change the topic of the conversation into something less .... sombre. It did seem having Moure around was starting to cheer her up a little.

Green Tent

The idea of being stuck with this..gash..a scar from that battle was enough to make the doll cringe at the very thought. "Well, I sure hope not! Unless their weapons had some sort of effect that keeps me from healing it, I will be rid of it within a few days--I hope." Elbowing him lightly in the stomach, she settled down beside him again.

"Yeah," Sitting up to look up at him again, "You know..it looks like he put a lot of effort into it--" That probably didn't help much either. "--he wielded a large scythe." That would probably do it.

Shrugging at his other question, she really had no idea how to answer, since she had no idea herself. "I don't know..some room with a couch and skelevisions all over the room to give us a view of what was happening on the field. I uh..I fell asleep for most of it though.."

Blue Tent

Malodore nodded at the ghoul with the fluffy tail. "Va bene." It had no objection to her presence; it was clear that the zombie boil needed someone stabilizing nearby.

"With your permission, then," it said as it took out the needle again, this time not flourishing it quite so much, keeping it low-profile. "And I am a plague doctor; my name is Malodore." It kept talking as it began taking limbs and putting them back in their places. "I don't believe we've met; you must be new to the Academy, si? Always a pleasure to meet a new undead face."

Its words were a bit stilted, awkward; it wasn't used to cajoling patients along like this. Still, it tried, though it was hard to find something to talk about. The field trip was obviously not a good topic. Still, the work went quickly enough; Malodore had put Christof together again so many times that stitching on limbs was practically second nature now.

"There now, does that feel better?" it asked when it was finished.





At LW's words, it looked up and nodded at her as well. "I will tend to any and all needs, though if it is too severe I would request that you visit Nurse Cricket instead. Still, I am sure that I can assist you partially, if not fully. Be at ease," it said, opening its beak in what it hoped was a reassuring smile.

Blue Tent

"Arturo?" Malodore tilted its head to one side as it double-checked the stitching, reinforcing a few fixes here and there with a second row of stitches. "I'm afraid I am not acquainted with anyone by that name, alas."

BLUE TENT
Mort stared at him. Stared.

o w o

"O-Only one of the best villains ever made!" he replied eventually with boyish glee. "He's a plague doctor too! And - And - wait, no spoiling. You should read The Scavengers. Awesome stuff."

And he grinned widely, poking Natalia as a means to test out one of his arms; it worked. "You too! They have a ghoul that you remind me of on the team."

Back to Malodore! "So you be undead, right? Should hang out!" 8DD For surely by staying by the plague doctor's side, he would get more smarts through, like, osmosis or something.

And not long afterwards, Mort was once again distracted; Jack, he was rather ADD with the treatment. "Scario Kart? You play that game?"