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"I dO noT haVe a FACe," Thezil corrected, his voice modulating as it always did, making it nigh impossible to determine his tone. "I AWOkE seVERaL FEw MONths aGO. I Do nOT yET knoW muCH Of HalLOweeN." The statement was accompanied by a shake of his skreeV set of a head, in addition to flashing red lights on its screen.

Idly, his grip grew stronger around Catinka's hand-- she was not a possession, but he would not put it past her to somehow wander out of the window, if it suited her. She seemed to do much of anything, as long as that was the case, and Thezil was not yet learned in what did and did not appeal to the ghoul.

Addressing the entire group, the boil continued: "We ARe TheZIL anD cATinKa. ShE doES nOT saY VerY mUch. GenERAlly, she oNLy says 'oh'." It was uncanny: the oh was repeated in a tinny copy of the ghoul's voice, recorded and played back with dubious quality.



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She used her free hand to try and smack Remi's from her hair, but she missed horribly - which is to say entirely - and after swatting air another time or two, gave up. It wasn't that she didn't like the gesture, it was simply that he was messing up her hair. A rather pathetic pout was turned to him though, one that suddenly became a narrow-eyed grin that promised revenge for her now messy hair, and one that was just as easily smoothed away wth a smile for Yin and the new students.

"Hi, Yin!" The Vetala nodded to the Monster and his Partner, Alex. Merope, Mort, Bella, TK and his guest all seemed busy, and she made a mental note to get their attention later. She did consider calling out to Christof to ask him to settle her imaginary bet with Remi once and for all, but before she could, Thezil's unusual voice pulled her attention, and suddenly he had all of it.

"Oops. Sorry. Figure of speech." Amrita's shoulders lifted, made momentarily shy by her mistake. He admitted that he was new to Halloween, and she looked honestly surprised by the news. "I see. Well then, let me welcome you to unlife too! If you ever need anything just let me know, I'll help however I can." She promised with a nod. In the last few days it had become horribly important to her to reach out to as many creatures as she could; she was not going to let another Aleria happen. "That goes for you too." She assured the little Monster nearby who, apparently true to form, uttered nearly the same oh that had been provided.

It was adorable, and she couldn't help but focus her attention on the ghoul, smiling softly. That was a kind of shyness that she remembered very well. In that moment she understood how Lizzy must have felt back then, because she suddenly wanted to scoop the ghoul into a hug and promise her that everything would always be okay. And give lots of hair pats. Luckily, she stayed in her seat and merely mulled over this out-of-place reaction.

"It's nice to meet you, Thezil and Catinka. I'm sure this trip will be fantastic for the both of you. In the meantime though...did either of you happen to bring cards or something? We've got half a day to waste...I mean unless you'd prefer to quietly look out the window." She wasn't too keen on that option, but if they didn't want to play a game or talk, she could always harass Remi.

Lee hadn't done much traveling after escaping the island, although he'd often longed to see more.

He savored each day under the October sun, as he had in the carnage and bursts of real and fresh fear outside the laboratories. The smell of blood pastries at the cafe he worked at was as intoxicating as the strain of muscles, the dull pain in his hands as he'd worked his way up the Tug-O-War rope.

His body flickered in excitement.

He didn't have many belongings. His clothes were few, and he'd taken his time choosing the +1, but once he made up his mind he rushed down the stairs of the undead dorm in twos and threes, and walked all the way over to Towns, where 77 stayed.

77 had not chosen a new name for himself. Lee had gotten rid of the old numbers (he was 73) almost immediately. The company in the cells was not always kind. Some of the others were mad, gone strange, and 77 had at least not been one of these.

It was 77 he talked with in short, mental bursts through the train ride. Normally shy, it was easier when he wasn't using his voice.

We're moving! Look how quickly.

When Terminus loomed in the distance, his excitement grew.

A City of the Dead! I might have been born here, see the sky, and how tall the buildings reach?

He was, however, not one of the first to exit the train. He lurked by habit, waiting until it was clear and quiet, to slink after the group.



Barth saw a variety of faces on the train, some familiar, some unfamiliar. Belladonna, as always, looked friendly and...ample. Barth had heard, or rather read via signs, the extent of Christof's relationship complications at the moment. He could sympathize.

That side of things was always complicated.

He was therefore relieved to have some time with Christof.

Barth usually traveled light, because anything else meant carrying things, but Christof had fussed over him and he'd ended up taking half his wardrobe, in addition to blankets, tools, some inventing plans, in case he wanted to idle his time.

He gave one last glance at the cabins over thick sunglasses, and dropped into the first available seat. He had the dreadful premonition that adventure might happen, and he was not keen on adventuring with an empty battery.

He didn't stir until they'd reached the Terminus station.

Sophie was excited for the field trip; the ghoul loved adventure and their destination sounded amazing; there were a lot of wonderful treasures that could be found in the ruins. They had been given permission to bring one guest of their choosing and, seeing as the ghoul didn't have anyone special to invite, she had picked up the first student she found who just so happened to be a ghost. Sophie tried to make the train ride as pleasant as possible; making as much small talk as her socially awkwardness would allow. She'd at least packed snacks and a card game inside her treasure trove of a bag.

She had been staring out the window when the train began to slow and she looked up excitedly, almost bouncing in her chair. "Ah! We're here. This is it." She shuffled off the train and stood on the platform; bag swung over her shoulder and waited for Zero to disembark so they could embark on adventure.

Sophie laughed at the boil; at least he was enthusiastic. "You can call me Sophie, you know." Hooking her thumb under the strap of her bag, she shifted her weight a little. "I don't know about science but at the very least we can find adventure." She gave her bag the once over, making she had all the necessary supplies - or at least the supplies she deemed necessary, which was probably way more than needed.

"Well, there's no point standing around," she said she started off walking, making her way to the ruins. "Let's find some adventure~!"

Swish.

Swish swish swish.

HAPPIEST TAIL.

Shehk's face was practically glued to the windows as the train continued on, half watching the venture and half focusing on sitting in Frost's lap just because he seemed to like it when she did that - the whole physical affection stuff. She liked it because he was both cold and warm and comfortable and - "Hey! Looky, looky!" she said, tapping a finger on the glass as the city got closer and closer into their view.

Oh man.

"It's so beautiful."

He wasn’t quite used to dealing with someone like Mea. There were certain parts of the ghoul that reminded him of Makoto, but it was always clear that they were also two very different entities. She was more childlike and well-meaning compared to the inugami’s willfulness and selfishness. It was nice; her quirks amused him too—how she often swung her legs when she sat down or the way her long ears perked up suddenly at times. Little habits that TK noticed quickly and with a smile pulling at his lips. “I am glad,” he answered, trying to sink comfortably into his seat, but found his knees lightly pressing against the chair in front of him. He hummed, disappointed.

The mouryou leaned over, nearly falling into his lap as she looked out the window. Startled, the skeleton attempted to sit up and reach for her, but she’d already retreated into her own seat. Phew. “Honestly, I do not know,” he admitted, “I imagine there are certain delicacies of course, but taste can be quite relative.” He laughed, hardly surprised by her train of thought. It was the usual for her, he’d quickly realized. “I know the city will be very fun,” TK murmured, his gaze turned toward the outside as the train moved. “Everything,” he answered bluntly as he turned toward her, grinning. “I want to know everything about Terminus.”

As they had promised, the train did indeed come to a gradual stop. He hummed happily, waiting for his guest to rise from her seat and exit into the aisle before he joined her. “Well, how about we take a look around the ruins? Perhaps we can find something interesting,” he suggested.

He wasn't too sure if he liked this adventure thing. It sounded a lot like Not Science, which was the opposite of Science. So instead of calling the strange talking undead Sophie, and instead of doing as she said he sort of just huddled into a little crouched ball and clung to the closest half-crumbling railing at the railway station.

"I'm not standing," he began, "in fact, if you look at me right now, I am doing the exact opposite of standing, which is sitting. Good bye." What he really meant, instead of good bye is leave me in my corner. Maybe someone would find him and take pity on him and bring him to a safe non-contagious environment.