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This was… This was… This was really no place for Merope at the moment. The size of the boils playing with the explicit ball allowed Merope to very easily (and very clearly) imagine what would happen if he got in their way. He wasn't in any mood to become familiar with the ground at this time. Quickly and quietly Merope turned around. He would be back later.

((exiting, will be back later~))

Altair smirked as Nuk started to rough up their recruits, quirking an eyebrow and bending to right their table, flicking the closed card away and taking the chair, flipping it around and straddling it, flicking his tail. He'd watch the big brutes duke it out for now.

He spotted Jove, that cat thing, approaching through the crowd. He bared his teeth a little, glaring at it. He wanted to shoot it a little. As Cat came up behind it, he jerked his head away to watch the boils tussle, impressed by Bul's speed and whistling.

"I think we have our running back," he glanced at Nuk, quirking an eyebrow and his horns, smirking.

Glancing over at Merope as he approached, his eyes flashed, snorting in amusement when the dragon left without so much as a word.

Cat only edged closer at signs of Jove's hesitance and uncertainty, not even beginning to make an attempt at covering his glee. The foxfire was utterly silent, but his eyes were alight with worry and confusion, which was coal to the metaphorical fire.

"Oh, are you mute too?" He was genuinely curious, but dressed it up with a playful tone, "Do you have a little chalkboard, too? Or do you just not like me~?" Underneath his inky black skin the unseen creature licked at it's teeth happily, silently wondering if the pup could sense it wether it moved or not.

Again, Cat resisted the pull of a revoltingly cliche pun.

Skinwalker effectively tackled or not Seiji rolled back to his feet, watching Bul and Tro for a moment as Altair dubbed the half beast a good running back before a certain familiar bit of blue fluff caught his eye. "Hey Jove." His initial response to the pup was a smile, but a slip a little when he took note of the pup's expression. Dark eyes twitching to the other ghost beside him. Cat.. His lip twitched. Perhaps it bias based on circumstance, or perhaps more, but he wasn't entirely sure he liked the ribbon cut spook.

Tugging his shirt back into place, the jikininki closed the short gap between himself and the other ghosts, placing his human hand on the pup's shoulder. "What's up kid, you thinking of joining Bruteball too?" Not likely. Or rather he hoped that wasn't the case. The pup was fast, there was no denying that, but he wasn't very big, and as it seemed so far the team was going to be comprised of relatively large boils. He'd be mauled.

Altair couldn't stand aside any longer as he watched the group coalescing around Jove, watching Bul and Tro for a moment longer before he shouldered up alongside Seiji, noting the boil's assent. The incubus arched an eyebrow high and snorted, laughing. The very idea made him want to find the nearest paintball gun.

"You? We'll see how you hold up during tryouts," Altair rolled his eyes, waving a hand dismissively at Jove and flicking his eyes towards Seiji. This group of ghosts piqued the demon a little bit, flicking his tail in agitation. They'd better be able to hold their own. He turned his back on them, calling to the boils still fighting for control of the ball.

"All right, you snots, come on, this isn't a little p***y game of tag. Let's see some passes," he stepped forward, pounding one fist into the other palm.

Ooh, two friends to play with? Cat could have jumped for joy right then and there. Instead, he settled for widening his sly grin ever more. The little pup seemed more confident now that his friend had arrived, however, despite his obvious concern when he had sensed the movement beneath the ribbons. Without the uncertainty in his eyes, he barely looked annoyed at all.

Ah, but, one step at a time, no?

The unimpressed nature of Seiji's glance certainly did not go unnoticed, either. It was good that he already had some hesitations, but Cat was going to have to play it awfully safe with this one. Not only could he probably hurt him, being some sort of Ghost as well, he was also one of Aislin's very close friends.

"Fancy seeing you here~" Play it cool. "The kid and I were just shooting the breeze. Or, I was. He doesn't seem to fond of talking, does he?" Play it safe.

Her eyes sparkled. Her tail flicked with excitement. She positively vibrated with barely contained exuberance.

Cady found the bruteball booth.

Up until this point, her Open House trip had been pretty uneventful- sure, there had been a lot of fun and games, but there had also been a distinct lack of the kind of physical activity the ghoul really enjoyed. After all, manticore were not generally known for their prose or knitting. She'd played a few sports in her time, but it was mostly along the lines of Kick the Bucket Around Outside Until Gladys Thinks I've Done My Chores. But that was ok. What she lacked in skill, she would make up for in spirit.

To her dismay, it looked like some of the boils were already playing. She recognized the skinwalker from the Desu booth, although she hadn't gotten his name. She watched, mouth open, as one horned boil threw the snarling ball to another. Who were these people? Why was a game ball snarling? Had it just bit that guy? These were all questions a normal boil or ghoul might ask themselves, before wading out into an battlefield they knew nothing about. Unfortunately for the Bruteball booth, Cady was not a normal ghoul. Without thinking (in typical fashion), she rushed forward - hardly even noticing Cat as she brushed past him and a smaller boil - to the area they'd cleared with their rough-housing. She wanted to get in the game, so to speak, and she only knew one way that was sure to get the other boils' attentions.

Cady didn't know the rules, but she was pretty sure that most games with balls like that involved throwing yourself bodily at people. Right? So without further ado, She entered the fray, flinging herself at Altair in what she hoped looked like a proper Tickle. Tackle? Whatever.

After all, you went for the guy with the ball, right? Right.

As Jove intercepted the peculiar ball Ulmuka started to clap and laugh. Well it was more of a screeching cackle laced with a peculair hissing noise that came from between those wicked looking teeth of his. "Fantastic!" He let out a call to the boil but it seemed nothing more than what a fan would do at a good game.

"Watch out!" As the ball clamped onto Jove's hand Ulmuka couldn't help another giggle. He shouldn't be laughing really but he had a peculiar sense of humor and sometimes viewed the world as if it were a bit of a site gag put there just for him.

He did move closer to the group in an attempt to perhaps involve himself in conversation.