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"Actually, if a pink elephant jumped on your back to hitch a free ride, Mer, I'd still laugh." she grinned. Hey, at least she was being honest.

Then something new came up in the conversation. She hadn't really put any thought into what Mei meant by creator, but it did pique her interest as Merope brought it up. Mei's explanation seemed to give the gist of it, but she had to agree, it did kind of sound like a necromancer.

"Uh," Cyrilla thought on Mei's question for a few moments, before shaking her head. "I know I had parents when I was alive, but after I died, I don't really remember anyone." she shrugged, "When I reanimated, there wasn't anyone around, so... I guess I just came back on my own. I'm not really sure." the colchian dracolich furrowed her brow as they walked along.

"It's weird. But I don't really have anything else to go on."

Laiha was more than pleased to find the group on the other end of the path. The few JOYful toys remaining could easily be punted into the water to saturate and potentially drown. She only hoped there wasn't anything bigger on the other side to shove her into the water.

[[ I'll see you all in ZONE 3!! ]]

Finally! The bridge. So close to the end goal he could taste it. He also tasted something else akin to what one might have called monster morning breath but that was normal, victory however was not. And looking at the bridge towards their end destination, Israfel victory tasted sweet. No more pink plaid monstrosities, no more jack'n boxes of moronic JOY filled freaks. No, after this there was just one goal left behind until the end. The end of this truly nightmarish trip.

Hellma, you are heavily disliked. Israfel hates you. You, your face, your mother, your couch, you corner, your fashion sense, and also you plans.
But mostly he hated her fashion sense. Really.

Sighing, Israfel saw Malodore go ahead but what of the others. "Lucien." He tugged on his friend's hand. "I want to make sure the other cross."

Nuk woke up still transformed, his HUGE wolfish form a ball of fluff where he had slept practically covering Sammy and Shehk with his monstrous body, keeping them warm all night long. He guessed if there was one good thing about it all, it was that -- his size was about that of one of those miniature ponies he'd seen on one of the posters of Christmastown, making him an excellent heated blanket. Of course, he didn't have a saddle or little bells or anything like the ponies, which was damn good, considering his behavior the night before... any more JOY and mark his words, he was going to go berserk. Sugar plums already felt WEDGED in his skull, doing a jig on his brain with steel-toed boots and giving him a massive headache. Sleeping had staved it off a bit, but when he'd tried to shift, he found himself still stuck, the fruits of his efforts a semi-painful snapping in his neck. After that he'd let himself slowly realign the bones, keeping the quadrupedal shape, figuring if nothing else, he had teeth and claws and a fast-moving body, even if he didn't have fingers to use his bazooka. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. There was still time.

Getting up out of the snow, the skinwalker gave a great stretch, arching his back and spreading his paws, yawning wide enough to fit a good-sized pumpkin within his jaws. It had been a good sleep, thanks to his cuddle-buddies, and Nuk took that moment to look over at them, completely-black eyes giving them a good lookover before he lifted his head, looking in the direction they were going. His ears were much better in this form (although they weren't too bad in human-form either) and from this short distance he could just pick up the sounds of distorted christmas music, making him cringe a little in disgust.

Still... so close. Sosososo close.

Shehk had gone through a handful of transformations in the night, which probably had caused some painful elbowing for someone or other in the sleeping-party. However, thumbs had ultimately won out in that battle and Shehk had sleepily snuggled more into the pack-of-flesh that pretended-to-be-her-not-boyfriend in the night. It may have been part-warmth, part OH GOD IT'S FUZZY AND FUR AND FUUURRRRR. Just one of her little tactile things she had going on, really.

So it was much to her unhappiness when the warm furry body moved, giving her a nice gust of the cold air to prompt a small whine as she shifted and opened one eye, her ears drooping. Hnnnghhhh. However, she did seem to realize she'd be best suited to get up, stretching out until her back felt properly aligned, leaning back to flump against one of the Skinwalker's sides.

"You're really warm..." she mumbled, rubbing her face into his dark fur. "That may have just been the warmest I've been the entire time I've been here.." Shehk looked over at Sammy. "How about you? Are you warm enough?" Being undead, Shehk had actually never checked with Sammy to see if they both had improper circulation... then again, it wouldn't be too far off for both girls to have the cold-touch-of-death to their names.

That -would- have been their luck, after all.

"Did you sleep wall?" she pressed further as she got up, stretching again before she buried her face back into Nukpana's neck, combing her fingers through his fur in a sort of stroking pet.

Pet...
pet.... Mmmm.

"And you.." she turned her head to look towards the skinwalker's face. "We weren't too horribly uncomfortable to sleep with, were we?" I DIDN'T ACCIDENTALLY KICK YOU IN THE NIGHT, DID I?

You only had to accidentally kick someone once before you asked in future instances.

edit JK never mind

A small pink plaid dot can be seen in the distance. Its approaching fast and as it approaches its clear that its an elephant and its coming right for you!

HP: 5

Miss