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Kiwi kept quietly to himself by the back of the crowd for now. Medea's call had stirred him from troubled thoughts, echoing with cries of home. It was beginning to trouble him.

He stamped his foot to the ground intuitively, and willed his mind forward, doing his best to listen in on Medea's speech.

It was unsettling, the thought of being ... forgotten ... But the sickly sweet smell of the spider lilies in his hair, was a reminder that Mara had not been forgotten ... not yet. As long as he remained, so too would their clan. Even those that had passed on ... His skin crawled suddenly with an itch do something about this.

[OOC: Quickly joining in ovo/]

Christof had spotted Aymet slinking off with several others in tow... people Amrita knew. But what were they up to? There was no sign of the ghoul, but if Igors were good at anything, it was lurking quietly in the shadows until it suited them or they were summoned. And if it concerned people Amrita knew, it was worth investigating.

At the sight of horsemen, the warning bells began ringing- but at the same time, a deep curiosity. He didn't want trouble. He could evesdrop but if he was caught... Stick with someone he knew. Quietly he lurched his way toward the group, waiting a few tense moments before touching Aymet's boney armored elbow with a pointed throaty grunt. The undead dragon certainly seemed like he knew what was going on. He could at least claim to be following a Master. Play dumb.

He eyed Lizzy with a concerned amount of disapproval.

Night stretched as he headed in the secret meeting of what?

Iniates though were encouraged to go or something like that and well, Night was trying his best to keep up in the politics of the horsemen but...he'd rather just do the missions instead.

"Tybalt?" The black cat asked a little surprised at the black dog. "What are you doing in here Pup? Aren't you suppose to be chasing balls? or Toys?"

"It's just, like, a club meeting. Not the first one I've been to... that's all." Lizzy was a nice girl, but as far as he knew she didn't have that conviction. That's what set the initiates apart from the rest of the students. Most of them stuck out, with wide eyes, suspicious looks, fear, huddled together. Look at them... did they have any idea the kind of power they could have? What might have seemed like nothing to Aymet was probably more than they'd ever wielded in their lives. Maybe it was too frightening for them to even conceive of. "I'm surprised you've stayed this long."

Aymet let her slip away and pulled his clawed hands back. He gave her a curious look insofar as a draconic skull could manage to. The majority of his face was obscured behind it. Only the burning-blue eyes were visible, nestled in the sockets. One of them seemed to be in a very familiar hooked spiral shape, up this close. "Did something Medea said pique your interest?"

He was interrupted by something grabbing his arm. He was greeted with the sight of a familiar fellow undead, who was not an initiate. Though he was Amrita's boyfriend. The sight of the hunchback seemed to set off the empty feeling always lurking in the back of his mind, and it took all of his concentration to clamp down on it. He stood frozen for moment or two; several of the crystals on his shoulder lit up in quick, frantic succession before he managed to force out a polite but curt greeting. "Hi, Christof."

Gene nearly snarled at Frost, but only let it be a small glower and a red eyed glare. She knew he meant well, but he simply didn't know what she was feeling. This craving of power, an intense hollowness in her very core that begged for power. Power she hadn't yet obtained, but swore she would.

"Fine...just...augh." She shook her head at the Wolfos boil, giving him a hard glare and a pout. She didn't like being mad at him, and didn't even understand why she was. He was just trying to do what was best for her, after all. A sigh. "I...promise I won't touch the water."

A look towards Night, and a piqued eyebrow. Who was this kid...and what was that on his belt? Something terrible was coming off of it in waves. It made her shudder.

Looking back towards Mei and Tybalt, she could only sigh. They were right, as was Frost. These Horsemen were too fishy. Who knew what they would do next?

"I saw we tune in, just listen for a bit. Maybe this is something the Mayor, or at least the School, needs to know."

"You do know that by doing that you are contradicting what you just said, right?" Both he, Mei, and Frost were not initiates. Chances are, neither was Gene. Just by sticking around, snooping, they were likely to bite off more than they could chew and end up in some serious trouble. But despite knowing that, Mei--all of them, were willing to stick around all for the sake of more information? He didn't like it, but he wouldn't leave them because of it either. In fact, it was more of a reason to stay. "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you. These people make my skin crawl."

Speaking of which.

Tybalt felt a familiar chill run up his spine, announcing the black cat's presence.

"Keeping friends out of trouble." He answered back, but for all Night knew, he could and probably was talking about him. After all the black cat was already sinking pretty deep and Tybalt wanted to pull him out before he was beyond reach. "And I don't chase ball or play with toys, you damn cat!" He was not a pup!

Bending down slightly, Frost gave the ghost ghoul a small headbutt. He worried for her. She wasn’t usually this abrasive, or forward. “Is everything alright Gene?” Red eyes went up to her own glare, met with a stiff stare. He wasn’t above using his bulk to pin her if he had to. There would be no running off to find tainted water… or anything else so dangerous.

Tybalt got a small nod. “A bit hypocritical, but if we do not watch for the majority of the students, then who will?I ran, and am running on the promise I would look out for the students. If that means I must watch these horsemen and follow them to see what they plan and do… So be it. Better the few place themselves in danger than the many. The less the number here, the less we will need to herd back if she begins her schemes again.”

Night’s calling Tybalt a liar made Frost bristle. Tybalt was to Frost, as honest as any boil could be. “Maybe he prefers to chase cats down dark paths.” He would stay out of the pairs fight, yet Frost looked to the ghost canine. He would not hesitate to aid him if things went sour.