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Oof! Fortunately, Malodore was used to Israfel's exuberance by now, and managed to keep its balance and not fall over into an ornamental pond. "Ah, serious - are they not all serious?" it managed. "Though I suppose this Clan might be more formal than most... at any rate, I suppose I am. For the week. I am surprised, I must admit - are you, ah, here to learn to be serious?"

Stab in the dark, but.

A sound drew its attention, and it turned its head. A battle? It tensed for a moment, then realized there was a training area not far away. That made sense.

At the mention of dressing wrongly, Malodore turned its head and realized the dirty look the clan member was giving Israfel was also being aimed in its direction. "...?" It looked at Israfel's feet, then at its own robe, and saw nothing objectionable. Then it turned and saw the faint line of scuff-marks following its own path. "Ah, merde," it sighed. Apparently hooves weren't the best for this area... but they were Horsemen! Shouldn't they be prepared for hooves?

"We shall be incorrectly dressed together," it said, firmly. And if a Horseman gave it sandals that would actually fit on its hooves it would wear them - until then, the Clan members would just have to deal with it. Besides, Israfel's time with the Death Clan sounded interesting. "What sort of dream did you have?" It remembered the 'dream' that Clan had put them all through during the Trials.

Looking at Mal's tracks and hooves, the siren suppressed a small giggle. "That is good though, we are not alone in our mistakes. Less embarrassing." A the clan members passed on, Israfel felt a little better. Still he would rectify his sandal situation at once. Later. Soonish.

The question about the dream got a shudder as he grabbed a lock of his hair and began to play with it in nervousness. "I became the queen king of a flock and..they were all geared up for a fight and I was supposed to fight but I didn't want it. It wasn't right. They wanted blood and kept asking me what to do but I didn't know so..I went into the clouds. But...." His voice trailed off. "I was alone."

"Death, yeah, sorry, I asked a lot of people where they're goin, I probably got them mixed up," Roch said. "I gotta ask, though, I know why I couldn't summon my guitar outside of sparrin' in the War clan--it was pretty obvious, they were HUGE on fighting, but you think this place would let me? Like, in the dorms?"

He missed his guitar. So, so, sooo much. He glanced up, only then noticing an exchange student heading towards them. It was only the fact that they were in horsemen territory that kept him from being paranoid. There was no way a hunter was going to sneak into a place like this... he figured, at least. He also figured since Hel invited her over, she would do the introductions.

Perhaps it was not his style, but it was a good style, and Yin felt like everyone should, and could, try it at least. He got the pleasure of experiencing foreign things every day, and for once it was nice to be (somewhat) on the other side of the fence.

"Oh I doubt that they will provide clothing for fighting, it would simply get ruined." Still, he felt just a touch envious as he gazed around at some of the fine outfits. If he had stayed with the clan he would have had garments as fine (or perhaps even better) than these for his bonding ceremony...no. He was not thinking about that. He looked slightly strained as he forced himself to give Ulmuka a small smile. "Have you been able to examine anything before coming here? I went to a dance class before this but I have not been able to make it to the dormitories."

Quickly moving away from the first pavillion, Riley found herself steps away from intruding on a gentle meditation session. While she longed to join them, as she had skipped her daily meditation this morning in favor of getting to the Isle early, she found that there was a sense of privacy with the group. They were together, and did not want to be disturbed by outsiders. So she moved away reluctantly, to find a private place of her own.

"Huh?" Poke heard someone calling out, turning to see a winged ghoul who had a very interesting color combination. But she did seem rather friendly (and brown and white were pretty cool colors), so it was of no issue to her. "Oh, right, My name's Poke, and I hail from another school from Amityville, called battington college." She had only been able to enroll in the school just recently, and was still settling in.

She smiled at the ghoul in way of greeting, still feeling like she stuck out like a sore thumb with the horsemen. But for now she'd try to ignore it. But then, she noticed, a few others were feeling the same way, especially Mitsu whom had just turned up. "Hey Mitsu, long time no see" She said, then listened to her

"They have their own language?" She repeated, raising a eyebrow. "War...didn't have their own language, as far as I'm aware of" This wasn't such a weird thing, considering she spoke a few words of draconian herself (although this didn't say much, there were dozens of 'draconian' languages she had heard of). But what it did mean was, she would be at a further disadvantage.