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Anna nodded thanking Amarus for her help. "Your very smart" she said smiling. "It is refreshing to see someone who uses their mind instead of their feelings.)

Amarus smiled at Anna. "I once hurled books at students from the shelves in the library, in my first year. I also punched a student in the face at my first Scarentines. It is kind of you, I believe, to say that I am smart-- however, in many ways, there is a crowd who would disagree with you." She sounded like it was a pleasant thought, though.

Again, a familiar face. Now it was too many to ignore: the other her, Judgement. The one Moon had spoken with. These figures all belonged to her. Amarus' eyes returned to their old mirror-blank look, for a moment, and she turned her face to the booth and adjusted something in it as if it was totally necessary. She bit open her thumb, licked at a drop of the essence, and felt better. Old habits died hard.

"Ahh, hello. You look very familiar," Amarus said. She was sure they had met, really met, and not just as Judgement and the .. Lovers? "Ahh, thank you for asking. It is the slogan of my club, Aegis Animus: From Pain, From Darkness. Power Immaculate."

"It was, and is, representative of the forge I feel we travel through in order to get to each present moment," she said, "and the way it shapes us so that we, ah, may become all that we are."

❝I fell in love the way you fall asleep, Slowly then all at once ❞


As she comes up on the booth Anna Grins at Amarus. "HOW IS YOUR BOOTH COMING ALONG?" She calls out to the girl. She isn't sure if she's heard but she continues to make her way forward reguardless.

It seemed like he was starting to make a habit of visiting the booths for the candidates that had come to visit him already. They did not know him well enough to feel a compelling need to visit, but they came instead, and that was enough reason for a return visit. It was out of Gabby's comfort zone, but something had given him enough relaxation to venture out and do what seemed fair. He couldn't exactly place what had done the job, or when it had happened, but when he visited Amarus' booth, he had a sudden craving for brownies.

Weird.

He remembered this particular booth from the carnival. He'd enjoyed the gnomesmashers game, as it was violent without having to do any physical work. The booth itself was high quality, and well decorated - and these were things that Gabby appreciated. His hand slid across the wood with a light touch, until the frost began to show, making him pull away to keep from ruining the booth. He did not partake of the refreshments, despite his craving - because he knew it was simply his mind playing a trick on him, and he really didn't like sweets as much as all that. So instead, he focused strictly on the booth goer, giving her a slight nod of greeting.

"I sincerely enjoy the craftsmanship of your booth." He complimented genuinely. "It speaks very well of you. Thank you for visiting my booth earlier. I appreciated the gesture, and the snack. I wonder, as you are attempting to claim the role of vice president, if you have any current favorites for who you would prefer to work under?"

Engrossed in his incantations and content to remain hidden at Piper's booth until this whole election had blown over, Brenley only relented and took a break when his legs fell asleep so completely that they began to hurt. Even then it was just a quick walk, or at least he had meant for it to be, but when he passed the first booth that offered food and his stomach growled in greeting, he knew he wouldn't be returning to his spells as quickly as he'd hoped. Gone were the days when he could get away with working until he passed out with nothing to sustain him but a bottle of water from his mini fridge. He was hungry all the time these past few months, and far too easily distracted, and... Bren sighed. Now was not the time to feel sorry for himself. Now was the time to take a spookie from this Amarus person and get back to work.

Feeling a trifle obligated to actually speak to the ghoul before eating her food, the reaper shuffled around the edge of the group of mostly older students, raising his hand to all of them in the most unenthusiastic wave ever. It didn't help that he had no idea which one of them was actually the one running.

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A shy smirk was slowly taking over Jory's lips as Zaire pulled him through the crowd. He was still holding on to the taller boil's arm, but he wasn't clinging quite so hard now that they were in their own little bubble again, even if surrounded by jostling bodies. The afanc kept close, grateful for Zaire's larger presence cutting so effortlessly through the crowd.

It was easier, with Zaire.

As they approached the booth with the spookies, and Jory noticed just how bustling it was, he appreciated Zaire's pause for the sake of his boil friend. It had Jory squeezing his hand and arm. As long as they didn't get separated, the smaller boil thought he'd be alright. Besides, Zaire was here for him, the least he could do was brave the crowd so the mahamba could indulge his sweet tooth.

When that tanned nose bumped his ear he let out a small, pleased sound, and turned his head quickly so he could n** at the taller boil's chin. "Sure. Let's get a snack."