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Roch headed down the stairs and for the door of the dorm, pausing to tug his hood up and check to make sure Taryn was wearing his gloves and had her coat zipped. He didn't even seem to realize what he was doing before he opened the door and stepped out into the snow again.

Deliberately seeking out the same jackers that had kicked him in the balls struck a bad chord in his mind, but if he had to, he had to. He glanced back at the other three and shrugged. "I don't know where they're coming from, but I think we should head for the front gate and work from there."

"Mrrrrrrr." A thoughtful, if not disconcerted sound at the very thought of an anti-FEAR shield. Were the Christmas creatures able to get that sort of technology? What about the other major holidays? And indeed, it was a chilling thought to recall that the rat king had simply appeared in the theater without any apparent difficulty . . . "Any reason f-for them coming for fight?" Mort asked as they headed out, frowning. JOY just didn't seem like it would breed the sort of person who would just up and attack others, not without some sort of reason, right? Which once again brought up the possibility of the Insanity being the culprit . . . Aagagagaghg, his head was starting to hurt from the circuitous route of thought.

The snow outside helped somewhat, but once again he twitched as some snow gathered on his head again. When the jar was seemingly offered, he gave Taryn a confused look before attempting to take it, as opposed to locking arms. "W-Want m-m-me hold?" he asked, attempting to still look at her while ducking his head against the wind and its bothersome snowflakes.

"I wasn't here when that happened, either," Roch admitted, trudging determinedly through the snow. "But if this is Christmas's revenge, then I jackin' hate Christmas," he told them bluntly. "Too cold, and those freakin' attacking guys are creepin' me out. Ball kickin', hug stealin'--Remind me to ask for a hug later, I can still feel that teddy scare trying to hug me to death," he added to Taryn, making a face.

"But I don't know... um... Tset, right? Were you here for the Christmas thing?"

There was her chance! Although she was worried for Roch, Taryn's hand snapped in and she grabbed the snowmang's scarf, ripping it back. She had forgotten the properties of frozen snow and the beast's head flew off... no, no! The ghoul tried to shove the scarf into her jar and get it closed before the thing dissipated, hoping that that would keep it from following suit.

HP: 19/30
Damage: 6

Taryn's breath came to her in short pants, and with her hand still screwed around the lid of the jar. Abigail looked to Roch, soon followed by the slow, frightened glance of her host. Taryn's face was twisted, her lips parted, and her eyes rolled back down to the still snowmang. The music... it was gone...

This... was not good.

"A-ah.. y-yes, I was there." As the questions turned towards her, Tsetsiliya shifted her weight awkwardly. "A-and undoubtedly this is revenge, yes.. but really.." Taking a breath, the ghoul realized she should start at the beginning. "It was the first field trip. We were being on trains, and then we are crashing in Christmastown, and we travelled to the workshops.." The main thing she remembers was how cold it was. This JOYful cold was cold, but not as cold as it had been in that mountain pass. And she had been more warmly dressed then. "But.. all we are doing is going there, fighting a little. But I am not remembering us taking anything.." Most of the end of the raid was rather confusing. "B-but why they ar --"

The poludnica never got to finish the thought as a snow mang formed. Her cheeks colored as he.. was hitting on her and Taryn? What in all of Halloween?! She ducked as a snowball rocketed towards Roch, and gasped in surprise as Taryn reached for the scarf and yanked the creature's head off. The music in the air stalled, and the snow mang went motionless. She stood up slowly, shakily, and her gaze fell to the scarf in the jar as Roch congratulated the chimera. While she agreed with him, something felt rather.. unsettling about all of this.

"What does this mean.. ?" she asked nervously. The monster hadn't dissipated, and now they certainly had a sample. However the ghoul felt very uncertain about what to do next (well, fleeing was her first thought, but she shoved that away to wait for group consensus). It was in that moment of contemplation that she noticed something.. well, moreso felt it.

"H-hey." She looked towards Mort, then tapped Taryn and Roch on the shoulder. "Can.. can you feel that? Below.." Her finger pointed downward automatically, as if they needed any help to know what "below" meant. The dull rumble was kind of hard not to notice.

To all of this, Mort only gripped Tset's shoulder tighter; had he been faster, he might have also done the same to Taryn's proffered shoulder before she had decapitated the snow creature.

When would he fight? Who knew. Everyone else seemed more than capable after all.

Having the four man team reminded him, though . . . "Must prep f-for what next. Th-Think like mmo," Mortimer mumbled to himself as he thought aloud, though it wasn't as if the others couldn't hear him. "Healer, tank, DPS . . . D-Don't have healer, no spells, AoE . . . No, d-dun think has. N-N-Need worry about HP, FEAR . . . T-Taryn use, Roch say use one . . . Cooldown finish y-yes?" he asked them with a brief glance before continuing his musings. "Need think, who fit best e-each . . ." He tapped his chin thoughtfully, then turned to the group once more.

"How everyone feel? N-Need put order: who take most damage, who m-make most damage, who kites . . . N'one know spells?" It was the most the zombie had probably talked to them in a while, after his shutdown earlier.