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It wasn't often that Bulbous had to get his own materials. More often than not, he'd send an apprentice out to harvest the needed materials. That, or he'd visit the crops and have the harvesters gather them and send them up. But no, today the harvesters were busy. His apprentice was busy. Everyone was 'busy'. The horseman let our an angry clatter from his jaw, the moth shielding his face from the sun with it's wings joining in the noise.

"Bloody grubs and maggots...No time for this... cursed exchange and miserable...." The basket in his arm was empty and as he went over to a small cluster of bright green and red flowers, he began that task of pulling then up by the root. Looking at the students he simply scoffed. "I hope none of you have had the misfortune to loose your stones or seeds. Or worse, tried to eat them."

He might have expected one of them to try.

None the less, he went back to his work, hissing with an angry clatter as one weed bit at him.

After the insects gone, Arynek took a look into the water, thinking will she be able to see the plant that attacked her yesterday.
Nope, there was no sign of that plant, instead, the shadow ghoul noticed a thick black texture in water, the water is clear enough to see through.
"Is....that ....oil?"

It was late, but Shenny couldn't sleep... not that she disliked the dorms, but she was feeling for a little walk. She still wasn't feeling well enough after the crops incident, and well, who would feel good after loosing the feeling of perfect happiness? So far, her walk brought her to the little oasis pond again.

Shenny turned her head to the pond. Again, she noticed the water was dark, almost black, and sort of covered by an unusual substance, most probably an oil. May be those plants around require a specific oil-based liquid to sustain their existence?

Strolling back to the Oasis having grown a little bit tired of being underground all the time Zurine made sure to keep a careful distance from the water, well recalling the way something had tried to drag her under the day before. In her explorations however a strange buzzing noise caught her attention and wandering towards it to explore she took note of the bugs...though for the life of her she couldn't figure out just what they were doing out here.

A soft rattling sound preceded thew strange, tall figure that approached the oasis. Dressed in soft swathes of tattered finery and lovely, if gruesome, adornments, she was a regal creature whose beauty was that of transition. Firm healthy flesh led to wasted ribs, to stark, sun-bleached bones. A cascade of flowers fell from her hair, some withering, others blooming...and if one were to watch long enough, they'd see the processes begin to reverse in a small, but impressive display of control.

The Horseman of Famine surveyed the oasis with a small tilt of her head, yellow eyes gleaming. In her hair, a small set of tiny skulls clicked against each others, and she smiled at the students gathered. Several leaved snap at her sandaled feet, but as they make contact, their form crumples and folds in on itself until what's left is not a plant at all, but a tiny, scorpion-tailed locust. Moments later the insects take flight, circles around Famine as she quietly exits the area.

Getting up, Aksaja headed toward the water for a drink, then stopped, frowning. Had it been like that before . . . ? It looked black. Almost like. Oil? What in the world?

Back again at the oasis, trying again at fresh air after the interesting experience with poisons prior. Mort was none too intent to get close to any plant at this point, finding that he had the worst luck when they were involved: tech, he decided, truly was his calling. It wasn't without means of control, was not organic and therefore subject to organic whim that no calculation can pin down in full, and was, well, familiar. Still, the quiet of the area at the time was soothing, and the zomboil was considering taking a small doze in the dorms when he saw the striking figure of the Horsemen of Famine.

Now granted he didn't know off the bat that she was the possessor of said title, but her appearance alone was enough to draw his attention. He stared a bit, slack-jawed, before it hit him that perhaps he could ask about the strange affairs he'd noticed here: namely the water supply. Scrambling to his feet and dusting himself off as best he could, he shuffled after her and called, "Er, w-wait! Miss, madam, I-I, er, has question."