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Lattice seemed alright on the topic of her Sister, "Well, she can be a bit of a handful," she admitted with a small smile, "when we were younger she used to climb up things and at least once she got stuck. The Elders were most displeased."

She nodded a bit, "I am very excited to see her again soon," Lattice replied as she tilted her head to one side, "as much as I miss her I am glad...she is back in Halloween safe and sound where no one can harm her."

Did this make her a hypocrite? She shoved the thought aside for now.

"I doubt she will ever stop," she said in a tone that suggested fondness. Much more at ease now she seemed to feel better for the most part though until she knew that Mot and Hel would be alright she probably will still fret about it.

Quietly she released the hold she had on Mot's sleeve and her hand rested over her lap. Her head nodded a bit, "Yes, she is getting a new needle put into her arm due to her achievement in skill at our art," she said proudly. "The Elders finally deemed that it was time for the needle to be placed."

So, the needles were part of a ritual. It seemed to be some kind of achievement, like a medal or honor to be bestowed. Mot smiled. "I bet you're very happy for her."

He looked down at her arms. The tattoos were beautiful. Graceful, and seemed full of meaning and depth. Her needles, every one of them, was special, right? One representing a separate achievement.

"Your tattoos are very lovely."

Hel wasn’t really expecting to be approached, much less by Lizzy of all people. Feeling the ghoul sit down next to her, she glanced over, and while she had been feeling numb earlier, seeing the concern in the spider demoness’ eyes brought a feeling of shame to her. Hel had been upset at her for no good reason…and yet here she was…

The reaper wouldn’t snap, but she wasn’t going to talk about her feelings either. She may have learned a little too late that this wasn’t the time and place for their own personal squabbles, but she was going to be sure to use that logic to her favor now. Hel at this point just wanted to keep her mouth shut, as everyone seemed to get her when she opened it. “…This isn’t the time or the place, Lizzy.” She replied in a quiet, flat tone. “I’m not going to speak about it.” The ghoul stiffened after she said that, waiting for some kind of back lash from somewhere.

The Engraver nodded her agreement, "Most certainly it is something that will always stay with you," she said in a serious tone. Not that she disagreed with frivolous tattoos at all it was just better when people didn't get tattoos for shallow reasons. "Of course there are ways to get them removed."

Not that they were at all pleasant.

Quietly she looked at him for a moment before she reached over and pointed at his chest right over where his heart was, "Maybe something there. One day. Sort of like a badge."

(( Entering from Game Room! ))

"I saw tattoos once. They were on an idiot's a**," came a voice from nowhere - no, wait, the wall!

In came Edward Sullen, though he was not scowling. Rather, fresh blood was still on his mouth from his fight with the two-legger; painful, yes, and he had been "killed", but . . . So worth it. And here were new targets!

The Boo licked his lips and perused the menu. There was . . . something with needles in her arm. Something with too much clothing and a hat to cover his head. Something with spikes on her head. Something with a hooked tail and horns. And something with a big, pointy stick.

. . . =A= He stopped licking his lips. And quite suddenly, Edward Sullen lived up to his name and sparkled with a pout.

"And you all look like idiots to me." Idiots in that they all had nasty things to hurt him with or otherwise make feeding a nuisance.

Damien's ears flicked over in Cady's direction before both of his heads did and both had the .__. expression on it.
"Wats that? you'se dont want a piece of spooky? Grrr, ok more jerky and sweets for me." he growled back.

The ghoul was probably still full from all that door fiber anyways.