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The bro-fist with Tybalt and the conversation held between the groups were acknowledged accordingly, the monster following along as best she could...at least, that is, until the gryphon noticed her. Natalia stiffened and furrowed her brows as Renaissance's freckled hand attached to her own. At first she didn't know what to say or how to react to his gesture--particularly taken aback by the kiss that so delicately fell upon her cheek. The ghostly pup boy, Jove was it? Yes, he was looking mildly flustered and obviously frustrated by all of the love going around...and this seemed to rub off on the monster as her face filled with color and her gaze flicked from the gryphon to the others and back.

"Yeah..." she managed to mumble, breaking free of him just as soon as he turned to LW. "I am glad you are safe, too." Despite the hint of uncertainty wired in her tone, the ghoul was being honest. Ren was important to her, no matter what the circumstance.

As the moment passed, Natalia was able to shake off whatever indifference was felt to focus on Coralie. It was a fact that many of the students were beginning to realize as Amityville's population grew; sometimes you could be in the same room as a friend and never get the chance to actually see them! The school was so big and so full of new life, (or unlife, in some cases) that potentially being around the witch but never having noticed her there seemed possible. In any case, she shrugged her shoulders and bobbed her head in a nod, watching as several of the others began to vanish behind doors. "I better! Do not go getting yourself hurt, okay?" The seriousness behind her tone was evident, despite the smile and gentle wave that followed.

Turning tail to find herself standing in the room alone, with only the ghosts floating about aimlessly...Natalia scuttled toward her assigned exit and passed through it quietly.

((Natalia exiting))

Rather than join in the conversation, Gabrian had, instead, decided to stay to the side, watching his friends interact with a small smirk upon his features. His fingers moved over the fur of Coralie's cat, which he was still holding in his arms, and just as he was about ready to open his mouth to say something, he felt small warning. There was a tug, a... something or other that told him it was time to go back to the room, probably to face another horrible challenge (though this time he hoped it had little to nothing to do with pigs or pink). He waited for Ren and the other to begin heading back towards their door and then followed them through it.

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((LW is entering the Hub!))

The she-wolf bounded out...or rather into the Hub (without falling!) and quickly discovered two things right away. One, Mei was right there. Two, there were no boils here this time. No team Skulker lingered in waiting anywhere in here. Her ears lowered a little, disappointed they would not be seeing the boils this time around. Did that mean they had not passed whatever obstacle their room threw at them next? Or...LW shook her head refusing to think anything grim in nature.

Oh and it was warmer in here! With a snort, LW shifted back to her human form, walking over to stand next to Mei. Apparently they were the only ones that had emerged from their own group. The she-wolf folded her arms across her chest as she leaned back against a wall, sticking closer to the doll.

"Too bad there is no fluffy black dog to land on this time." She joked, feeling a pang at not being able to see Ren. "What do ya think our room will throw at us next?"

Mei practically snorted when LW spoke. "Yeah, that is a shame." Snickering, she greeted the she-wolf with a wave. "Glad you made it safely! Now the waiting game begins." Waiting was always the worst..what if something happened to the others on their way through? No, they had made it through more than once already, they would make it through again.

Spotting the were-lemur enter, the doll grinned. Just Whisper and Mortimer now. Good. "Hmmmm.." She thought over LW's question for a moment, rocking back and forth on her makeshift chair. "Well..we already encountered explosions, water, ice, and boos..maybe something dealing with earth?" She shrugged. It was as good a guess as any. "Oh! Yes! Spikes!" Nearly jumping off of her chair, she landed facing the two. "Er..Not that I'd want that..I dunno, I just want to make it through this whole survival thing in one piece."

Seating herself again, her gaze shifted back to the entrance. "I wonder whats happening for all the other teams.." Though, the one team that circled her mind mostly, was Bul's. As far as she knew, he was the only Knob in his group. Hopefully he and his group were coping alright with their tasks as well..

At first Natalia grew wide-eyed and worried, watching Mei leap to her feet excitably. The monster wasn't looking forward to the next room...not in the least. Especially if spikes were involved. Earth fine. Spikes...no.

But the doll settled and made a remark the monster could agree with. "I have to say the boo fights were certainly encouraging. However this survival thing ends up, I am glad we at least kicked a** in that last room." And the room before it, really. Granted, some of them had to deal with tougher ghosts, but in the end no one passed out. For the ghoul, that was a victory. Jabbing a thumb over her shoulder and back toward the door they entered from, Natalia chuckled before clasping her hands together. The thought of other teams had crossed her mind once or twice, mostly for Renaissance and his lot. Despite their differences, she honestly hoped they were doing alright...

Mort's appearance made her smile, offering a wave of her hand as he approached. He was quiet, not that it differed from how he had been acting around them, but nonetheless it captured her attention just as soon as he settled in. Promptly, Natalia slid closer to the boil and draped an arm over his shoulders, gently bumping her forehead against the side of his face before pulling back. "Are you okay, hon? Has the pill set in yet?" They had to watch out for one another, make sure everyone was doing alright...especially the ones who were beaten up the most! That was what teams were for right? That was what FRIENDS were for. Shifting her tail along the floor so it too curled and touched Mort's frame, the monster kept her gaze on the boil and waited patiently for his response. Perhaps it was his hand? She hoped she hadn't done any permanent damage to it...

(Entering from BOO-T Camp.)


Oh ho ho... Lily felt like she was ready to take on the world right now. Or at least a group or two of those pesky intruders, chuckling evilly to herself while floating to and fro though the walls while covered in strawberry goo and marshmallow bits from her time spent in the training center. The time spent there had certainly boosted her confidence, especially after how horribly her first and last battle had gone. However now she was feeling like they could do some serious damage instead of just being wimpy little puffs.

Her joy only increased even more as she came upon the group from the battle before, more specifically, the young two legger female that had beaten her so easily. Clapping her hands together with excitement, Lily headed over towards the small group, letting out a bit of an evil laugh, "Oh my my.... so we meet again intruders."

"Yeah," Mort mumbled still with that smile, his fingers interlocking; indeed they seemed to be in full functioning order, despite most being torn off or used as makeshift weapons not minutes before. "I-Is fine . . . Just getting used to it." The pill had been quite a surge of energy for him, so he still felt a little out of it - light-headed, specifically. Going from close to dissipation to full health did that to someone after all. But he wasn't incapable of hearing, and thus he did catch Natalia's comment about the fights being "encouraging".

Not even the werelemur's tail could comfort him enough to agree with that statement. Mortimer didn't quite feel "kick a**" until maybe at the last second, with that final bat swing using his arm as he went semi-auto onto the "destruction of all things" that seemed ingrained into a zombie's programming when enraged. He really needed to work on those fighting instincts some more . . .

The evil laughter did make him perk, however, and Mort glaned up to see one of the Boos again. Hadn't they confronted a group not five minutes ago? Apparently the respawn rate was short.

Surprisingly, there was that twitch to take his arm off again and swing about madly, in hopes to re-find that violent urge. Perhaps if he knew how to trigger it, he could control it better . . . But for now, he sorta blankly stared at the creature, not quite sure that he wanted to initiate anything else that would cause them annoyances with the House's minions.