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Haze paid not attention to the black dog as he openly mocked him on his lack of knowledge, as he was a little preoccupied with the game and all. Most he would probably do was stare at the boil with a blank look on his face, before shrugging him off completely.

Fumbling with the controls, he was careful not to scratch it with his claws--last thing he would need was to be in debt to a complete stranger. "Huh?" Tearing his gaze from the screen the dragon boil looked to Ren when he questioned his liking for the game. "Yeah, I think I've got the hang of it already!" Of course, his was going of course, even crashing into things most of the time. Yeah. He was pretty pro.

Exchanging his attention from Ren to the small pup Jove, Haze made no attempt to hide the large toothy grin as he looked at the tiny boil. He was SMALL! Smaller than anyone he had ever met. Jove would probably have trouble taking on some of the toads that lurked back in his swamp--or at least that's how he saw him. But he was adorable none the less. "Your so tiny!" He said reaching to rub at the small boils hair, ruffling it up.

Glancing over his shoulder, he watched as the red wolf ghoul greeted new people that wondered over to the booth. "This game sure is popular." Speaking mostly to himself, he continued to watch the students a moment longer before looking back to the screen. "Huh?" Clicking madly at the controller, Haze jumped to his feet and pointed accusingly at the skelevision. "Something ate my character!" He whined, not realizing the game was over..and he was just getting into it too!

Open house? Well that certainly was strange.

The were-monster was well acquainted with such things in other places, but were they seriously opening the doors for future students here? At this institution? Amityville? Really?...okay, well it sort of made sense, this business just as any required funds for field trips, new computers, so on and so forth...

Thinking on it while taking long steps forward, the ghoul supposed that what really surprised her was...well, really, who in their right mind would want to be a part of this academy knowing what it was Natalia knew. Or thought she knew, anyway? There was the possibility, and this seemed very likely, that these sorry applicants were unaware of how certain events were held, and what they would be getting themselves into here...but come now, had the deaths not reached the news?! Was this a place that lived and died by the rule 'what happens in Amityville, stays in Amityville'? Hrm...

...Well in any case, as she came across the sea of new faces, glowing citrus eyes scanning each and every one critically; she was not about to be the monster that spoiled the surprise. Not when several of these future tots gathered in the open were scrumptious looking creatures. Mmm...At least Amityville's administration had great taste...



Sashaying her way through the crowds, dressed in casual(3) wares, Natalia beamed with delight as most of her thoughts prior dissipated. So many beautiful beings wandering about, desperately trying to fit in amongst the regulars, willing to do just about anything to get in...so it seemed...It would be quite the adventure sifting through the dozens, searching for individuals who would some day be worthy of a midnight call, or a quick make-out session in the bathrooms. Or something to that effect. Which of course was the only thing on the ghouls mind.

...There...certainly were a lot of them too as she slipped deeper into the center of several booths, the colorful signs on each just barely peeking out between heads and tails, just so she could see the tops of their letterings but nothing more. It was getting to the point where one visitor turned into another, anonymous individuals moving in and out of sight--when one caught her eye, another quickly took its place, followed by several more clustered in corners she simply could not reach in time. Elbows began to bump her torso and shoulders, a snappy werelemur turning her attention every which way to correct such rude actions...but, truly, the number of students surrounding her became a bit overwhelming, and no matter how fond she was of all the touching and groping; the pain of a few kicks to her shins was not worth the while.

Not now, anyway.

Pushing her way to the nearest bunch, which seemed to house the lowest population, Natalia arrived at the Scario Kart booth with a growing smile spreading her pale cheeks.

Was that Renaissance? Soft, non-lady-like pants were caught in her throat as the boil she knew all too well became her main focus. Oh boy yes it is! For a moment, a brief moment the ghoul wondered if she should just turn around and make her way to another group, even motioning to turn around by glancing over a shoulder...but the ruthless crowd behind her would never appeal more to the monster than finally facing her problem with the gryphon boil. Especially when he was unable to escape her...considering this was HIS club.

Bypassing the others for the moment, Natalia stood before the golden haired monster and spoke through her teeth. "Where do I sign up?"

Ren waved goodbye to Edel, pleased that the ghoul had at least had a good time while she was here. He had been distracted both by Jove's arrival and Haze's new found love for Scario Kart, but now that he looked up Ren could see several more people had arrived.

"Seiji, my man," he said cheerfully, greeting the ghost boil with a lift of his good hand in a wave. "Nice to see you again. I assume you're here with Jove? He came to bring me some fluffs for the game, but I'm glad to see you here."

If there was anyone Ren trusted to look after Jove it was Seiji; after all, the Jove looked up to the ghost and felt safe around him, and Seiji was good to him, which made Ren in turn feel good. His eyes flitted briefly to Tybalt, a midly exasperated expression on his face. "Dude, you start everything he said dryly, and shook his head, flashing a I'm so innocent glance at LW. The shewolf was speaking to Tset and a new boil, one whom Ren did not recognize. He stepped away from Seiji, smiling brightly.

"Hey, what's up?" he said, and held out his hand to the one wearing a nametag that said Van on it. "Nice to meetcha; the name's Ren, and I see you've already met the lovely LW here."

There was another ghoul that had just stepped up, this one with bright orange hair. Ren squinted briefly at her nametag, then slid towards her, ducking low in an overexaggerated, extravagant bow. "Welcome to the Scario Kart Club, Danny," he said, grinning. "I'm glad to see so many ghouls are interested in the game, as well as boils. Nice to have a good variety here."

Haze was still engrossed in the game. Ren's eyes moved towards the dragon and he shook his head in amusement. "Don't get too caught up in that, Haze," he called over his shoulder as he stepped towards the booth to grab a marker. "Otherwise you'll miss out on meeting other - Natalia."

Out of all of the people he had expected to see at the booth, the werelemur was not one of them,. Ren had not spoken a single word to Natalia since their last meeting, and that one had been...not so good. If anything, he had attempted to block it from his mind, trying not to remember the good times or the fact that they were no longer friends. He took a hesitant step backwards, stopping abruptly a few feet away from her, his wings fluttering as they pressed against his back.

"Natalia," Ren said again, and forced himself to stand still, keep calm, even though all he wanted to do was explode. He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to scream at her angrily or run and hug her, but he couldn't forgive her. Not after what she had said to him.

There was a heavy silence. Ren stared at the werelemur. After a long moment, he forced out a few words.

"Here. Nametag. Write your name on it."

In the course of attempting to control himself, he completely missed Danny's question.

Jove's chin tucked down, feeling exposed and entirely too scrutinized all of a sudden at Ren's announcement. He hadn't wanted that sort of grand entrance, he just wanted to deliver the little wisps! In a futile attempt to hide his blush he bent over and herded them under the booth, making little 'shoo shoo' motions as he went. And remarkably, the little fluffy, fiery orbs made their way safely under the booth.

Satisfied that the critters weren't going to be stepped on or kicked, Jove allowed himself to shyly look around at the group that had gathered. He was surprised he hadn't seen the young demon at the academy before, she looked to be roughly his own age and had no visitor's badge. But looked like the club booth had been drawing a significant number of potential students. One even smelled canine-like. It was no wonder Ren was in such a good mood.

He was thinking about wandering over to grab Seiji and sit to watch the people playing, when he noticed an unfamiliar boil giving him a frightening grin. And then... He said... And he...

Jove puffed up as tall as possible and scowled fiercely, his ears flattening flat against his fluffy hair. But he stood completely still until the boil walked away. He wanted his brother's booth to be a success, and maybe get lots of new recruits, and the pup had more willpower than to start causing a fuss... But it didn't stop him from shooting Ren a glare as if to say "Did you hear what he called me?!"

But then he noticed his brother's stiff stance, and trotted his puffed-up self over to stand protectively by Ren's side as he faced the pale ghoul in front of him.

"Nice to meet you, too," Van smiled at Ren, reaching over to clasp Ren's hand firmly. His nails were clawlike, a mark of his demon race, and so he tried his best not to scratch Ren, who appeared to be a gryphon-kind. "I have certainly met LW, she is welcoming and comforting. Although I fear I've disappointed her in my inexperience with video games." Cervantes was clearly joking, and he smiled at Ren. When his smile relaxed, the pinprick scars on his lip were clearer; he had evidently pierced his lip with those sharp incissors more than once.

Cervantes couldn't help but notice the tension between Ren and the stranger. He didn't recognize her, but something made him nauseous about the interaction. Was it an urge to hunt prey? She did look an awful lot like something his kind would hunt. And he hated to see Ren so upset. Van took a deep breath and looked back at LW to calm down. "It's true, I've never played a game before. I didn't have the opportunity." His sharp-tipped tail flicked up and drew the hair away from his face carefully. "I love to run," he said, his eyes lighting up, "almost more than anything that I know of." He looked to Tybalt with curiosity. "So that's Tybalt?" He looked over at the black dog. "Oh? Do you run? I prefer long distance; I'm not the fastest, but I don't give up easily." He gave a wicked grin, which looked more malicious than he had intended. It hinted at the kinds of things he would not give up, if presented with the challenge.

"That's right, sort of," he replied, when LW asked him if he was a canine. "It's why you smell so familiar, I think. I'm ... well, I'm a hound, but a curious kind." He belonged to the devil, to the fae, to his pack. It wasn't a species with a lot of room. But he was still a demon, regardless of his canine background.

Distractedly, he looked over at the shadowmancer who seemed to be freaking out. "..Hey, is that thing okay? It looks kind of upset." Van frowned, unhappy that someone was feeling so out of place at the gathering which was making him so happy.

Thing? She was a thing now? An it?

Meekly Winona prodded at her chest with a finger, so easily hidden behind her cloak with its lack of development, and despaired.

Negative attention was not good attention, no matter what anyone said. Did she look like she was freaking out? Oh Jack, she didn't want to cause a scene . . . !

"M'okay," she responded to the canid boil without looking at him, suddenly quite interested in everyone's feet. And new feet met her gaze - a scarecrow had joined them it seemed. She honestly didn't know how to answer a barrage of questions effectively, so she indicated the booth's sign and its student leaders, hoping that was good enough.

(Sorry about poofing there for awhile. Ended up coming down sick for a few days and it knocked me for a loop.)


Tsubaki had just stood back and watched as the first game was played, a bit confused by it all at first and chose to watch and learn instead of trying a bit more hands on approach at the moment. she was sure there would be other times to get in there and give it a go... and it did look like a fun game. Maybe not as fun as a good book, but that was a hard goal to reach.

Though before she knew it, there were more students there... somewhat surprised at how many were gathering there. So many of them had gathered there before she knew it and it made her feel more than a little nervous... taking a step or two back from the main group, choosing to hang out on the edge for the time being. She was a little envious of the club leaders who seemed to have no problem flitting here and there amongst the crowd. However, it didn't seem that everyone felt so comfortable and her eyes fell back onto the small shadowmancer girl again. Reapers made her nervous. Plain and simple. But the girl seemed even more nervous around groups than Tsu did and she couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for her.

Bitting at her lip nervously, Tsu took a deep breath and approached the smaller girl, gently tapping her on the shoulder before producing a small wisp plushie from inside one of her sleeves. Who knew what other things she was hiding in there, but plushie always made her feel better and hoped it might do the same for Winona. "Excuse me... sorry, but you seem like you could use something to hold onto, If you'd like, you can have this. it's very soft." she said with a little smile, forcing down the butterflies in her own stomach at being so close to a reaper.

Natalia's heels were a half-click away from LW (who seemed blissfully unaware of Renaissance's distaste for the lemur ghoul--How splendid!) when a voice from behind made her slow to a stop. It would only be a moments hesitation, but in that moment she peered over her shoulder, eyes searching the crowd until they settled on the scarecrow boil. Then, she spun around on her high-heels and continued to walk backwards.

At first the monster seemed to be fighting the urge to let her gaze drift, flicking back and forth between something in the distance and the new-comer before her. (it was not Ren...definitely not Ren...) However, despite her wavering attention span, a sweet smile filled out her long face; acting as a gesture that would ensure the boil she would...eventually address him properly. When the ghoul finally managed to disregard the object ways away, stopping completely only as her back came nearer to the she-wolf, Natalia adjusted her arms so they crossed just below her chest, slipping in a quick once-over of the applicant who looked fascinated with her. Or, well it was probably her tail, but the lemur chose to think otherwise. When she noticed the orange sticker on his chest, of which was sort of puffed out in pride...? She pointed one of her elegant fingers at Eracs name tag and chuckled.

"Might want to put your name on the tag, Eracs." She said his name with a hiss at the end, letting her tongue poke out between sharp white teeth. Behind her the bi-colored tail swept the ground in search for LW, readying to curl somewhat around the ghouls torso when it finally made contact. In the mean time, she appraised the boil named Eracs from her towering stance.

"My name is Natalia, and no I'm sorry to say I am not a part of this club--booth, thing. Not yet anyway..." Throwing LW a mock pouty-face, the werelemur pushed her lips to one side before continuing. "I'm quite the busy bee to be honest. I do not have a whole lot of time to join the fun things...But I'm sure it is a wonderful club to be a part of, when you are enrolled of course...Just watch out for the bad eggs." The laughter that followed hinted to something. Something that no one but Renaissance would understand, if he could even hear what it was they were talking about.