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Without anyone knowing, Jack honestly winced when his feline friend started tugging at the pumkin on his hand, the feeling of the gourd slipping off his hand before a sickening popping sound cleared the air around them, and the pumpkin was then in Faint's hands. Well, that felt better. Shame it didn't last long, after a moment, the pumpkin returned to the same place it was, albeit, this time it was smaller, and the face was in a pristine location.

Well, now he had fingers, and that was fine for him.

"Thank you, friend." he murmured, through the pumpkin head, a faint smile creasing at his mouth, wiggling his fingers. "This should suffice for now, I'm glad that I can see my fingers."

Hearing the anguished, and yet familiar voice behind him, Jack turned from Faint and Salali for a moment to regard the new injured creature to be dragged through the doors. Ah, the Witch who had assisted him in subduing Betty, the one with the cat. Taking a few moments to regard her, it because apparent that the cat had unfortunately gone missing, leaving her at a standpoint and making her look more miserable than she let on to be. Looking down at his own charge, he gave a little head flick to Zwei, requesting him to take up charge with her for the time being, and was rewarded with a knowing glance, before the Nebelung meandered over to her, to see what he could do.

Turning back to his little group he had his ears caught the soft distress that was starting to show on Salali, her tears running down her face struck a cord with the Nekogami, and fumbling with the pumpkin prison he was incased in, he grabbed a hankerchief and handed it to Faint to assist her, murring softly through the fruit. "It will be okay, dear. I'm sure someone will find them, we'll hear about it I'm sure. For now, you should work on keeping your strength, we're here for you."

"So, Who could it be? Who remains?"
Balumf didn't want to just sit here, she wanted to think about things.
And what else to think about then who the third 'Fox' was?

"We know it's none of us, and its two of the accused..."
"We know it's not Haku the Dog-boy..."
"Who remains in the cabin?"

Balumf pondered...
"Which one was the other bookworm?"
She asked, suddenly.
She still didn't think it was the acid-spitter. Too many people had accused him for no reason at first, and he just didn't seem the type.
But The angry wolf-man...
"There was another skeleton? I hadn't noticed..."
Then she realized that Puck's tone was odd.
"Wait, Did someone get brought in just now?"
She said, concerned. Geist? Ghost?
Oh no, Was it Vic?!

"You're alright now and we're safe here for now... Don't wear yourself out further," Fauste could only offer Belladonna that much from his seat as he scratched the back of his neck, feeling all awkward again; he never had to show this much concern towards this many strangers - acquaintance, maybe - before. He didn't even know half their names! He then paused, sighing inwardly at the fading sobs of the girls before sitting up straight as the door opened and another victim was brought in.

As the ghost faded in and out of Ghaun's arms when she was carried in, the Necromancer frowned; oh no, not another ghost! He approached the bed containing the latest victim before kneeling down in front of it, the concern in his voice genuine as he frowned, his voice soft, "Hey... You feeling alright?"

He then turned to Balumf, giving him a shrug, "I'm not sure, but I'm guessing there should only be about 10 or less students left in the main cabin... Its only a matter of time before they sniff the third fox out. We can only hope that there won't be anymore casualties in the process..."

A small sliver of laughter escaped her mouth when Puck offered her the pumpkin, largely because he looked like a pumpkin himself! She had been there when that awful, fat witch had spelled the others and magicked the gourds onto their hands and head, but having suffered an attack and seeing them again, it all seemed a bit funny... Funny in a morbid sort of way, but funny nonetheless. When the other incapacitated girl began crying, Belladonna struggled to sit up, or at least move her head in the direction of the sobs.

"Its alright! We're ok, and the others will find the attacker... Your, um, your fox soon! This isn't over yet!" While morale was down, there wasn't any reason it couldn't go back up. While the others in the main cabin had been dangerously close to choosing Belladonna as their next accused, she knew they only did it to save the others. Though, if she really stopped to think about it, she was much happier to have been attacked and here with the other innocents instead of thrown into the accused cabin with two attackers. Why, she would have become an attacker all her own if Betty was there, that traitorous, blubbery, good for nothing little--

"Oh! Hello!" Her boiling anger was completely dissolved with the addition of a spectral cat near her limp right hand. "Aren't you darling?" She asked of the cat, thankful her pillow was fluffy enough to angle her a bit so she could see the cat and some of the surrounding room. Her chin had to be dropped, but it made keeping her heavy head up much easier. Truthfully she was grateful for the addition of a animal to keep her company, though she could barely wiggle her fingers enough to pet it. When Faint moved closer to wipe away her tears, she squeezed her eyes shut to help the gesture and gave him her best smile.

"Much better, thank you. Are you alright?" She inquired, eyeing his bruises in a manner that suggested she was not happy about them being there. "I will try not to cry anymore." She added, mostly for Fauste. "Do you have a name kitty?" Granted, her question could be mistakenly directed toward Faint, but her eyes had been moved to the spectral cat she was now trying her very hardest to pet, though her body remained lifeless from the neck down.

Yet when the heeled attendant returned, Belladonna felt the room grow silent for one brief moment of sacred silence. Then questions started flying and those who could move were looking toward the next victim. Hadn't they figured out the culprit yet? How many more were left? It had to be ten... Or less? They had started out with so many, and now there had to be so few. Trying to keep it from showing, Belladonna heaved a sigh in frustration, angry she could not move, upset that she couldn't jump from this bed and race back over to find the attacker. Dismayed she couldn't do anything but lie there, hurt without pain.

Leaning back into his chair, Jack crossed his legs and set his pumpkin hands in his lap, listening to the light investigation that the injured few who had the energy to speculate along with the conversation. It all seemed peculiar to him, really. He gazed around the room, scanning who had been placed here, just to gauge who would have been remaining, since the somewhat chaotic battle that ended with him in this befuddling cage.

"Well let's see. I do know the skinwalker. . . Nuk . . Nukpana." he stuttered, looking pensive in his case as he recalled the familiar's name. "I can vouch for him, if I knew anything about him in passing, it's that he's passionate, but I'm sure we noticed that. I think the piratess was pretty passionate too, but in her own ways. Not enough to stir up any damage."

"I have half a mind about that fox though. . ." he murmured quietly, at the end. Hearing Belladonna titter happily about his feline companion, he turned his head away from Salali again, grinning a little before introducing her to his companion. "That one is Zwei, his name means Two, I'm sure he'd be willing to keep with you for the time being."

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Zwei, on the other hand, had been cautiously checking the little witch that he had been entrusted to for the time being, grey-green eyes staring at her as she sobbed a little lightly, and then raged. He could see that there was frustration in this wisp of a girl, and couldn't help but try to dispel it. Hopping up in to the bed she had found herself in, he curled up next to her hand, hoping that it would be easier to reach for him, lifting his head to watch her silently, murpurring and meeping every so often - a language that very few could understand.

"Three awful lil' foxies. Co-inky-dink, hmm?" Puck tried to tap his temple with one finger, but only succeeded in banging pumpkin against pumpkin. "Awful mysterious, havin' three foxies on one lil' trip." He focused on Jack, tilting his head to one side. "Nothin' special 'bout Puck-geistie. Somethin' special 'bout you?"

Why would someone - three someones - decide to attack all at once? That strangeness percolated even through Puck's self-centered and careless nature. "Mebbe someone's after... someone. We got inna way. Cow-lat-ral damages."