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Late.
The ghoul was late, yes, but she had finally found her way to the club room. She wouldn't admit to getting lost, no, she was busy exploring the school and simply took a detour. Still, the frost demon had eventually found her way around and wound up at the designated meeting place, to realise that the people had already gathered in there. Sighing, she rubbed her temple absent-mindedly as she turned to stare at the notice pasted onto the wall beside the door to room 107. You need to keep track of my time, seriously she chided herself. Her eyes scanned over the notice posted – so everyone had been accepted – which would probably mean that she'd be meeting a group of really talented musicians. That aside, Roch's handwriting intrigued the ghoul deeply, she seemed to appreciate the squiggly character of the letters, something she would probably be unable to emulate with a fountain pen. Mental note no. 2: go stationery shopping.

Her guilt was surmounting now that she had to make her entrance. As discreetly as possible she told herself, peeking her head in first. It looked like everyone was occupied in one way or another, so she entered the room. Looking around at the small crowd gathered, she realised that she didn't recognise anyone in there save for the purple haired reaper himself whom she had met earlier. Then again, why would she have expected to recognise anyone, being new in school. It was only then did she notice the group of three who were getting up from the floor. His wings had grown a little bigger since she had last met him, but the ghoul was sure that the gryphon boil was indeed, Ren. Beside him was a light-haired ghoul she did not know and the other boil -

“Moure?” she exclaimed. Edel was surprised – pleasantly surprised to see the patchwork boil again.

So so tired. Nyyrikki just wanted to curl up and take a nap. A really long nap. And he didn't want to wake up until the sun was on it's departure from the sky. He'd been up playing video games all night and was not pleased to be awake, or at least not pleased to be awake and actively moving around.

As he padded into the room he rubbed his eye and yawned, arriving just in time to hear Roch begin a discussion about bands. "Dude, I'm in your band," he demanded in a mumble as he passed. With the few seconds he had been in the room, he'd already crossed the room and curled up in a beanbag chair, watching everyone through squinted eyes. Beanbag chair was comfy, yes it was.

Damien just responded back in a huff at the comment of being a first year. He didn't find anything wrong with that, they were all one at one moment in time. he was merely joking about the B.O. name but quickly decided to keep the title for the half beast, just to annoy him further, or call him tiny seam.

Yeah Tiny seam seemed like a proper name for Bul too.

his attention was quickly diverted as the pileup of Ren on Danny on Roch ensued, like some kind of dogpile. He quickly turned away from it to save face, if Danny wanted to get sandwiched between two boils, she can do so while he turned a blind eye to it. "Hi Danny, your late Vice prez." he pointed out quietly. It was far too early in the day to get singed by her flames.

He would however, relish his time in making fun of Ren at any time of day. "Oi Ren, the floors not exactly the best place to take a nap." he barked out to the boil that may have been seeing stars.

Ross didn't waste no time making plans for the club, which the hellhound had no problem with, all the various types of talent they had here, it was quite clear that we needed to proceed in some sort of clear direction. "Well my talents are only good for like, an interlude or maybe even the opening few measure before the main band." he noted off, "Or Nyyri and I could do a couple of drum battles on stage." he also included as an idea, as soon as the boil in question made his way into the room.

The utter sense of shock that went through Damien's mind at the positively cold demeanor that Danny suddenly started to emit, was startling. "Whoa whoa, no need to be hostile Danny, make music, not war." he cried out from the seats, hoping to diffuse the situation, or at least delay it long enough for him to take cover somewhere before the flames and frost started to fly.

Oh dear, it seemed as if her attempt to help Ren up backfired. Instead, she was the one who needed the hand up after. Nevertheless, after offering Ren a sheepish grin, she nodded enthusiastically at the gryphon's question. "Yes! Vaith was very gentlemanly, and I met a lot of new people at prom--" She began to gesture to a few of the room's occupants but paused, slowly turning back to the boil and blinking slowly. "...V-vaithy-poo?"

After a bit of silent, she looked as if she were about to comment--and giggle--at the nickname when Danny suddenly squealed Shun's name. Caught off guard, the Baku winced, turning around to regard the flame demoness and the reaper nervously. Shun certainly didn't seem too pleased, that was for certain.

Choosing to use Roch's question as a distraction, the ghoul wrung her hands together anxiously as she considered her answer. Battle of the Bands? She had heard some of the students talking about it before. It sounded like a lot of fun, but...

"A...a team for a band battle? I'm not sure that my flute is suited for something like that, unless I manage to learn a new instrument by then." Or she could sing, but singing in front of a group was even more nerve-wracking than simply playing her flute. Xiu wasn't sure that she could do such a thing without passing out on stage.

Edel grinned at Moure and was just about to head over to where he was but the sudden outburst from an orange-haired ghoul caught her attention and stopped her from moving.

"Get out. I don't know who you are, but get out."

Shocked? Yes, the frost demon was a little startled to hear that she was unwelcome here and promptly turned to face the ghoul that expressed her displeasure. It was then that Edel noticed the other demon's fire-tipped tail, and something just ticked in the ghoul. Her gaze sharpened as she returned the stare, but the ghoul remained silent. A rather cold greeting, coming from a flame demon If she had the cheek she would have said it, but considering how she was late on top of being new to the school, she kept her rather snarky remark to herself. Then realising she was being ungracious and uncivil – she was better than that, she broke the gaze and turned to Roch to apologize. “Forgive me for being late, I hope I've not interrupted anything important.”

With Roch dealing with the flame demon (who apparently was under the weather, maybe that was why she was unkind to the cold.....), Edel decided to brush off the incident with a smile and head to where Moure was instead. “Yes, earlier this week actually” she replied with a grin, “and yes! I'd be up for that as promised....” she trailed off a little before continuing sheepishly, “I'm really sorry I didn't return to the Scario Kart booth at Open House.” Her gaze shifted to Ren for a moment – he too was there at the booth, being the captain of the club himself, and the ghoul gave him a smile. “I don't suppose you'd let someone as inexperienced as me into the club, but I must say I really enjoyed myself at the Open House.”

Realising that it might have been a little improper to chatter so much about another club no less, Edel refocused her attention to Roch who was discussing about the Battle of the Bands. Though the classically trained ghoul didn't know too much about pop music and the likes of what bands play, she would be happy to offer to play the violin or piano if there was ever a need.

Damien was started by the sudden attention he was getting from the guitarist reaper, and tilted his head in clear confusion by what the boil was trying to say.

And also, a bit worried about what he meant.

"Uh.... a percussionist, helping with a guitar solo? I don't get it." he said in finality before slumping back down next to Xiu, and possibly hiding behind her from Roch and his possibly evil intentions.

He was not going to be a living guitar stand!

Rather than responding, Shun just stared hard at the Flame demon until she was distracted by the presence of another. Well good. That meant she wasn't pestering him. However, he couldn't help but overhear what she said. Way to make a welcoming atmosphere.

With a light scoff, he just shifted his attention away and continued to eat his snack. A few of the others were talking about a battle of the bands type thing but that had little to do with him so he paid little heed to the discussion.

He also didn't glance towards the door again until he heard what sounded like a pair of hooves against the floor. When he looked, he saw the Kelpie he had seen during the Festival carrying... a bag pipe? The Reaper raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything on the matter. He had no place to judge anything as far as instruments went, especially since he wasn't exactly a member of the club.

"I'm just going to need a bit of a beat," Roch replied. "A drummer can turn a guitar solo into something really awesome, man, I thought I'd--" Then he stopped, staring blankly at the hooved boy with pipes coming out of... somewhere. "Um, I don't know if anyone told you, but auditions are closed for now--" Then he shrugged it off, since Xiu had told him to be nice.

"Oh, whatever. Okay, so Mitsu, you and Xiu probably aren't feeling the battle thing, right? I ain't gonna make you do it, but I do want everyone to think about who they'll work best with before the band thing comes up. So that brings us to the second question. Would anyone be interested in a little game?"