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Silently, Riyo watched the new face exchange glances and words with the igor, her question most likely ignored on purpose.

For a moment it had looked like things would heat up and somebody would be losing their head (literally or metaphorically), but the situation ended up cooling down.

... How disappointing.

Instead of participating in the exchange, Riyo began heading back from whence she came without a word of goodbyes. She'd probably overstayed her welcome anyways. At the very least, her social interaction wasn't as terrible as she'd first thought. And it had been refreshing to speak directly to somebody for more than a few minutes... Even though she had embarrassed the hell out of herself and discovered a new enemy in cannon cats.

Mitsu's tail wagged a bit more when Riley touched her arm, her gentle tone calming the lupine slightly of her previous anxiety. All too quickly though the ghoul was gone and now with the patchwork in tow. People certainly were come and go here. Ears falling back Mitsu was sure to pick up a flyer that Riley had mentioned tucking it away neatly in her pocket for later.

That done the lupine turned back toward Shun, the tilt of her head looking curious. "D..did you want to look at other booths?" She was still sore...and bleeding in spots, but walking around a bit longer wouldn't be too much of a problem. These were only minor wounds after all.

Her gaze drifting to the feline it seemed Riyo was set to be off just as quickly and even more quietly than the mindflayer. "D..do you want to come with us?" Mitsu stuttered out. It was her attempt to be friendly, she would at least try.

Keeping the name in mind since the girl could very well be a member of fitness in the future, Jericho gave an amiable smile before chuckling at the other response.

"Well you never know," he replied, "If you do feel like asking, feel free to do so. The name is Jericho by the way."

Glancing to the side, he saw some remnants of a mess that hadn't quite been cleaned up just yet. With Christof chasing Riley.. that pretty much left him or Demi to fix things back up. Hm. The dragon decided to dismiss it in the meantime.

At the mention of other booths, Shun thought of it before shrugging. It seemed they had gotten the information they had wanted out of this one so they could move on. The reaper then looked towards Riyo as Mitsu extended the offer to her. The cat didn't seem like she'd be the overwhelming sort to be around, so he didn't care if she came along or not.

"Were there any booths you wanted to see in particular?" he asked, not caring which of the two girls answered. Hopefully, wherever they went, it wouldn't involve more cannon cats. Or anything similar.

Riley walked over from a booth to the left, settled back down in her own booth, and turned her chair - all in the span of ten steps. Nukpana really had set up the bruteball booth close to hers. She could still see him from here, but she managed to hide that fact. Instead, her legs went back up on the counter of her booth noisily, crossing them as she leaned back in her chair silently.

Whether or not her booth neighbor had anything further to say to her was of no real consequence right now. She was too busy looking too cool for school.

Once he had finished signing up for the raffle, Roch stood, looking around at the relatively quiet booth he glanced over at the others still there, shrugged, and headed out again to find something else to do.

((Exit to Human Studies!))

It's been awhile since the booth was quiet and the students who volunteered to relax as Damien was finally able to relax, Jericho was back and put the hound at ease. Damien was rolling his sore shoulders and was getting a bit stir crazy from being at the stall for so long. It was time for him to go explore the booths himself.

"Hey Jericho, your turn to watch the castle, i'm going to go walk around and find something to nibble on." He told him while he walked off on his own, trying to ignore his stomach rumbling until he was far away from the pile of brains in the back.

After everything he went through, he felt like he deserved a little bit of nourishment.

((exit post to......))

Riley barely turned her head when Jericho pulled out a sword. She did, however, seem to react when he mentioned polishing them. She looked up at him fully, her eyes enigmatic in the meaning behind her sudden attention.

Polishing swords. Her deadpan voice murmured. That's. Uh. An idea.

Her voice suddenly bubbled with feigned enthusiasm. Hey, can I see your sword for a moment, Jericho dear? It looks quite impressive.

Riley stood from her chair when the sword was offered, and her hand wrapped tightly around the hilt. She lifted it up between them, watching her reflection flicker in the blade.

Very nice. Riley breathed out quietly. Good quality, strong, and aesthetically pleasing. A good find, all around.

She took a few steps past Jericho, still admiring the sword, but her eyes flickered to the ground for a moment.

Ah, there was a nice, thick rock waiting for her.

Riley's hand movements were quick, and before one could even tell what she was doing, she let out a savage scream and slammed the sword point first directly into the stone. It sank into the hard surface, leaving the echo of a painful sound in the air as the metal penetrated ******** sword polishing. That was for ghouls.

There. The person who can pull the sword from the stone is it's true owner. Riley announced, giving Jericho a devious glare, as if daring him to disagree. Anyone can polish a sword. We're the Fitness Club. I want to see someone sweat.