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[[Hallway]]

It wasn't always the clothes themselves that made the outfit, but the way in which a person wore them. Muka could tell this with Natalia. He could taste her self confidence though it was laced with that spicey scent that clung to his family. That was a taste that spoke of sweaty tumbles in the darkness. "My apologies!" His voice rose to a screech, sorry that he had not introduced himself. "My name is Ulmuka Knobwalker. I would LOVE to see your clothes, I've quite a closet myself!"

Any insinuation Natalia may have made (or not) would hit a brick wall with Muka. He was a connoisseur of fancy clothes but he was completely dense when it came to double entendre, flirting or saucy insinuations. His grin told her that he wanted to see her outfits. That was all. There was nothing deliberate behind it at all but he seemed to simply be immune to sexuality of any kind.

He turned his head when she glanced down the hall and saw quite a few teens with furry ears. How fun! He very politely motioned back behind him. He wouldn't keep Natalia if she preferred meeting those others. They must be friends! His unnerving grin remained plastered though and the uneven blink of his eyes made everyone feel as if he wouldn't be far away from them, even if they left. He may always be there... looking over your shoulder.

So far the other ghoul had been quiet and so he politely stayed by her side so as not to be rude and abandon her without a proper introduction.

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'Faint grunted in surprise and LW pulled him toward Damien. He wasn't sure how comfortable he was being in such close quarters, but he wasn't very comfortable to begin with. At least he wasn't dealing with it alone. He twitched hard as another shriek of laughter filled his ears.

"I think this might be hell, actually. I'm not sure if I'd rather be here or in Christmastown." He hissed to LW as she filled Damien in. "We definitely need to get out of here. I'm starting to look like a bird." To punctuate his point, he pulled a feather off his tail with two claws and made a face at it.

Now that they were securely in a clump of furry tails and ears thanks to LW, he was able to keep from baring his teeth, but he still felt poofy, and the giggling sounds didn't seem to be stopping. Gently he nudged LW and Damien, trying to encourage them to begin walking down the hall. If anything, maybe there'd be less pink in that direction. Or at the very least, less glitter. So. much. jacking. glitter! He'd need so many showers when he got home.

((Hallway))

She would have bound off happily if it weren't for Muka's swift pull to the side and his ever-present grin; and the words he spoke so confidently, lacking the same sort of hint that she had put forth. She had experience with the innocent type...finding that she was not to be trusted around them on most occasions. But, with how charming he was (you sort of had to look past the creepy expression on his face to see such, and Natalia was experienced in THAT as well...) it surprised the ghoul to find the potential student so...

Well, unaware. Blinking several times before rolling her eyes and spinning on her heels, the ghoul figured whoever her fellow were romped about with would keep the red-headed ghouls attention for quite some time anyway...and to investigate the rest of the house further would be a hell of a lot more entertaining than waiting around for the others to make their way over. "Alright Ulmuka Knobwalker. I think it would benefit both of us to stick together, would you not agree?" Her orange gaze lifted and fell upon the ice-blue haired ghoul that was with them, motioning with a smile that the offer was for the both of them.

Creaking all around them rattled the ghouls resolve as she flinched and looked overhead, covering her face with both of her hands. No fuzzy animals would be falling on this monster today!

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WHAT WAS THAT?! LW felt a small growl rumble up her throat at the sight of...of...a hug-able bear? With glitter? Oh HELL no! She didn't trust that bear. And her nose was itching. There must have been glitter sniffed in when she scented the air. The feathers were about to drive her insane too. Waitaminute. Was that a doll? A very happy looking doll? In a pink dress?

"I think you're right." LW muttered to Faint. "And as much as I hate to say it, I would much rather being in the snow." The thought just made her shudder. The she-wolf so despised the snow. Faint did manage to pull a small giggle out of her. It was a little shaky, but still a giggle. "Maybe with enough feathers we can call you a gryphon?" Smiling, she glanced over at Demi. "Good. Let's stick together in case there's something...worse we haven't seen." LW didn't even want to think on things being worse yet. "Yes. Keep moving. Mo-" That doll had so moved. She swore it! And she'd met a living doll before. But this was different. "Moving. Quickly?!"

Faint's nudge was enough for her and she started forward, loosening her hold on the two boils. Letting go altogether was asking too much at the moment. Really, they were both lucky she hadn't jumped up on one of them yet. Like she would have had it been on of her besties.

"Yes. That place. Ren was there, you might remember him Faint. Gryphon boil that kept sneezing?" Violet eyes flashed over to the were-tiger then back at Demi. "Snow. Hate that stuff. So cold and uncomfortable."

They had barely made progress when something new was there to torment them. A very big something new. LW shamelessly clung to Faint, Demi sadly coming along with since she had not let go of him, then just stared. And when it spoke, she totally squeaked. Kittens? They had to do what with kittens? Catch them? Jack but they were so cute! Wait...that was not right. Cute. JACK! LW whined. "I-I just want to...cuddle them." But something told her not to run and snuggle with one. And those eyessss! Every time they looked at her she just...couldn't move. Finally releasing the boils (very slowly) LW attempted to grab one. Maybe.

-Caught!-
It was like a game of freeze tag. She would stay frozen, then move towards them when they looked away. Frozen. Look away and creep forward. And finally she snagged one! LW avoided the kittens eyes altogether and carried it to one of the drop zones.

Kittens caught: 1

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That wasn’t his thought. Merope was jolted free of the cute and fuzzies to spin and stare at the mindflayer that stood near. He folded his arms across his chest and held himself tight, fins pressed against his back to make himself look smaller and more insignificant. “No,” he answered, “Though I do have an uncle who wears a shell. It’s much bigger, though.”

He wordlessly nodded greetings to those that approached to look at the raspberry-sized turtle before moving on, his eyes following them as they went. The children’s laughter, the toys, the traps -- he couldn’t help but to wince in sympathy as they were sprung, trapping the horror-inclined students beneath piles of joy.

Merope was quickly coming to regret his choice in visiting this place before anything else. The tricks and traps this place was springing upon him was making him even more miserable than he was before.

The undead boy had taken a step down the hallway before he paused, turning to squint and look at the mindflayer again. The thought sounded familiar. “...Riley? You look... different.” Observation of the week.

Merope took a deep breath and began to slowly walk down the hallway, carefully picking his way through the pile of stuffed animals that a trapped dumped onto a student earlier. He didn’t stop until he reached the puddle of feathers. There was no Jacking way he would walk through them. The feathers were too soft and colorful for him to even consider touching. Merope was a creature made out of Fear, not Joy and Cuddles and other things! He couldn’t figure out why others were able to tolerate it, to withstand the fact that the very environment was sapping their Fear away. It was a scary thought in and of itself.

As he stared at the colorful pile, an idea struck him. While they weren’t wings, he could at least use them for the same purpose. Merope spread his fins and began to gently flap them, blowing the feathers in front of him and out of his way. It had the adverse effect of kicking them up and into the air, but hey -- since he was the one blowing them, at least they weren’t landing on him.

Ultimately, this plan backfired as soon as he reached the chamber with the kittens. Their fuzzy little ears perked up and their eyes went wide as the colorful things danced in the air. Some of them abandoned whatever game they were playing to pounce and tackle the things, clenching the feathers between their little paws and nomming quite adorably on them.

Still other kittens found something even more fascinating. Their little pink tongues licked their little whiskers as their little noses twitched, scenting something quite delicious in the air. The heart-wrenchingly cute meows grew as they focused on Merope, tripping over each other and their own little paws in their haste to cuddle up against him. Some even succeeded in jumping and climbing up him to perch on his shoulders and purr, their little cold noses licking his fishy ear-fins.

For his part, Merope didn’t utter a sound as the small creatures cuddled up against him and showered him with their affections. Or tried to take a bite out of him. He did smell delicious to them, after all.

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"I.." He only made a squeaking voice and squeezed his eyes shut. But even without sight he could smell them and hear their adorable mewls. His body practically vibrated with their heart-melting purrs.

"They make me hungry." His voice sounded annoyed and slightly frustrated. His talons twitched as he stood back to back with Natalia. She seemed to have snagged one of the beasts.

The faster they penned these adorable abominations, the fast they could get out of here. Of course with his eyes squeezed shut he merely stood there swiping at air and not near to catching ANYTHING.

(( Miss ))

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The haunted house was supposed to be terrifying but Katlyn had her doubts. What could possibly be so scary about this building that trumps over the usual in Halloween Town? Plus, she did see her brother go inside with a group and this weretiger had it stuck in her mind that whatever her brother could do she could do just as well. With confidence oozing out of her she stepped into the haunted house, eyes flicking about from wall to wall.

Kitty's opinion seemed to change all to quickly, though, as her senses soaked in the horrific scene before her. Even the entrance room was grotesque and decorated in hideous pinks and sparkling glitter. At least the walls were a comforting cold stone. Wanting to catch up to her brother Faint as quickly as possible she glanced at her options. Up or down. There was only a fifty fifty chance of her getting the wrong direction so she went with her instincts, hoping it wouldn't steer her wrong.

She headed down the unusually preppy pink hall, starting with hesitant steps. She was slow, afraid of what might come along at the end of the winding walkway. The sounds of giggles and laughter seemed to arise from the floor boards. Kat began to pick up her pace, feeling her blood pumping as the laughter grew more auspicious. Soon the young girl was sprinting down the hallway, hating the fact that she came in alone.

"Faint?" she desperately cried out down the hall, listening to the echo of her own voice as it bounced of glitter and adorable pictures that made her sick. At long last she reached a room where others were gathered. She stood frozen as her eyes caught on a rather tall and hideously shaped statue. Was that a bunny? She felt herself heave slightly, sick to her stomach from all the horrifying sights she had been overwhelmed with. Still, she couldn't back out now. She had to prove to herself that she was brave enough to take this.

Katlyn shuffled into the crowd, slipping her hand over and locking her grip tight on her big brother's fingers. "Faint, gosh, I'm so glad I caught up to you..." she smiled, trying not to seem so worked up but the slight sweat she had and the way her eyebrows furrowed barely gave away her distress.

The pale strawberry-blond female turned her golden orbs up to the statue as omnipresent voice filled the room, leaving it's instructions. Just as the holes opened up in the sides of the horrifically pink walls she momentarily gripped Faint's hand all the more. "Faint?" she gave a hesitant whisper, feeling her knees begin to shake from the anticipation. Whatever was lying in the dark was nothing that could have been remotely pleasing.

Kittens. Kittens upon kittens poured from the walls and she hissed subconsciously at their cuteness. Still, it wasn't as bad as she had expected. At least they weren't bunnies. Kat loosened her grip on her older brother's hand and soon released him completely. "This shouldn't be... to bad," she tried to remain confident, realizing that in this moment her bro and her had something of an advantage.

Softly she called out to the little domesticated kittens, coaxing them to come closer. Speaking a domesticated language was much more complex to her. She only knew feral speech, more closely related to lions and tigers. "Come on, come here," she spoke in a shaky voice, hopping back whenever a kitten waddled it's unstable body passed her leg. She finally bit her lip and put on her determined face, reaching down with her eyes squinted shut and hoping that the scoop of her hand would catch up something.

-MISS-
Unfortunately the the drag of her fingers through the hair came up with little to nothing in her hands. Perhaps it was best if she kept her eyes open while fishing for felines.