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((Entering suicide tent from Gauntlet))

The glowing blue boo who knew himself as Leonard entered the tent, and immediately was on pain alert.

Unfortunately for a certain undead boil Leonard did not realize he was experiencing a healing hug, but rather thought he was being squished between two rather cruel individuals. "I'll help you!" he cried, and divebombed the threesome, aiming for Mortimer.



HP: 10/10
Status: Being a boo pestilence...I assume he can still attack? XD if not ignore
Damage: 12 - 6 = 6 (oh dang)

Freya could feel the change in Herryk's words, and her own stubbornness flashed in response, a perfect angry yin to his angry yang. "Because." She murmured sharply, as her lower lip dropped out in a pout. "I gaves up. I was goings to die in that cage, and I was okays with that. I don't deserves to be saved."

But as much as she believed it, her arms clung to both Herryk and Mort tighter. "But." Her voice was higher pitched, relenting. "Just. Don't leaves me here, even if I deserves it. Don't. Please."

Being smushed between the two was comforting enough to give her some measure of strength, but when a boo tried to attack her new security blanket that strength got used up in anger.

"AIYA. NO MORE. NO MORE!" She lashed out, releasing the two but remaining between them as she flailed her arms out to hit the boo away from Mort. Her wild flailings missed, but it sure did look intimidating. (It didn't.)

HP: 15/30
Damage: 0

Barth saw a blur of motion dive-bombing Freya and Herryk. He was not in the mood to be polite, or to kindly redirect a well-meaning boo elsewhere.

And while Barth remained motionless, his thorns didn't manifest in their usual slow, creeping overgrowth. From under an equipment pile, a single black vine, covered in thorns, shot out like a lizard tongue and whipped around the boo, tightening until there was a satisfying pop.

The vine withered as if nothing had happened in the first place.

HP: 20
Damage: 9
Target: Boo

((Entering from Gauntlet))

Something came thundering in through the tents entrance, skidding to a stop near the center to promptly turn in a full circle. It was a large, blue something that heaved its chest wildly with every breath it took, snorting from time to time when what it sought was no where to be found. At first it simply stood there and swiveled its head left and right, large orange eyes bouncing from open cage to open cage, a snort following every hardened glance that came up empty.

And then...when it spotted a familiar face amongst a crowd of strangers, (and a boo) Natalia bent her knees, resulting in her hind quarters being dropped, before rising up on her knuckles. Whisper was no where to be found, and while that was extremely troubling for the ghoul...Mort was in the room, and it looked like he was in trouble.

"Hey! HEY! Leave him alone!" The monster growled as she began her advance, hastily moving across to where the group was huddled. Before she could get a swing in, several of the others (Some of which she sort of recognized now that she was closer!) were already going at it. So for the moment she simply rocked back and forth on all fours, fur bristling while her tail flicked anxiously at the tip.

That is, until it vanished just as the humans had. Blinking her eyes and tilting her head, the monster sighed. There was too much poof-ing going.

((Natalia is in her natural form!))

owo That was one way to go about it. Where had that thorny vine come from? A helpful student or another trap that had lingered in the tent?

He couldn't do much on thinking or looking around, though, as a large beast had hurtled itself into the tent, and he was still quite stuck in Herryk's thick arms. Now it was the zombie's turn to shrink, his undamaged hand waving the werecreature to calm down - it was only until he noted the coloring that, well, it occured to him that this was Natalia.

So . . . so much different Natalia.

"I-Is fine!" he told her quickly, which was somewhat of a lie since he was smarting from the Boo's charge. "Dun hurt no-one! Thing is gone."

Though he was still quite in the midst of a Nordic sandwich. Mort had not ignored FreyaAAAH's hopeless sentiments, however, and he passed her a worried look.

He also knew that feel too, brah.

Herryk felt sick to his stomach as he came to a cold and chilling realization. He felt like he could tear down the entire tent, smash the generator to pieces... all the while howling in anguish. This ghoul was not the Freya he'd come to cherish more than anything else in his life. This ghoul was not the proud and fierce valkyrie that and come toe-to-toe with him on more than one occasion, the one that met his temper and passion pound for pound. This ghoul was not the one that never backed down from a fight.

This was not the Freya he... no.

Herryk did not blame her. This trip... it had taken its toll on all of them. And as much as Herryk was shattering to pieces on the inside, there was no anger. There was nothing. Nothing. Not even pain. Just a never-ending numbness that spread throughout his chest.

Exhaling shakily, Herryk offered a weak smile to Mort. "Herryk thanks Mort," he said softly, clearing his throat. He would not launch into all of the things he himself had done to try and find his Freya. There would be no sense in it, not now. Maybe there would come a day when he would explain, and then again, maybe not. To Herryk, all that mattered was the ghoul that he held in his arms. Time would tell what the future would bring, but in this moment? Nothing else mattered.

Calder held on to Barth as best he could and due to recent confessions, felt even more nervous and giddy round him. Of course this was not the time for passionate kissing. It was, however, a time of hugging. Christof arrived with part of the machine and while it looked a bit pretty in a interesting sorta way, it didn't hold his interest. Christof looked sad as he looked up and Calder pouted at the face. He should have been super happy! When Barth leaned in for a hug and the Igor returned, Calder stepped back and let them have a moment. The only interruption was a long, drawn out 'Awwww!' as the kelpie clasped his hands together and watched the adorablness of a reunited master and patchwork.