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((Braum will be transforming randomly at inopportune moments, and is taking the Sack Full of Joy ))

Braum had been far from prepared from the jolt. There'd been noise, screaming, the smell of blood here and there, then darkness for a bit. Blinking his eyes open, he could only assume he'd been knocked out for a short amount of time, a concussion most likely. Trying to pull himself up, he groaned as he sat up. His wings, while no more damaged than they were before, had cuts on them from broken glass since he'd been standing up in his seat. Turning to gently pick them out, he flinched as the cold air bit at the open wounds. No, this would not make even gliding fun, though he could feel his wings were up to it. Height was one of his few advantages in battle, and he'd be damned if he let the cold steal it from him. Not that he could fly long-term mind you. He'd be lucky if he was able to glide higher than ten feet off the ground, and only for short periods of time.

Then it hit him. If Ickis car had been slammed into the cars in front of and behind it, that meant all the other cars had been damaged as well. His eyes shot open, and he bolted up, no matter the cuts and bruises all along him, shoving the dismantled seat off himself and his wings. Taking an ungraceful and fumbling leap to the air, he pushed himself off some of the higher piled-up wreckage for lift, and glided over the scene, flapping his wings painfully once and giving a grunt of displeasure. Seeing a flash of gold further down, and a tattered hat he could not have loved seeing more, he landed quickly and started to run towards the two girls.

"HADIYA! BELLADONNA!" he hollared, to be heard over the rediculious song, and the noises of other disgruntled students, sweeping up the witch in his arms before she was able to reach the marid. Lifting her off the ground, he buried his face in her shoulder as he let her down slowly, his wing curling around her protectively while his free one lifted out shakily to make room for Hadiya as she approached. If he was cold, and the cuts on his own body were freezing over and aching, he at least wanted to give the girls some warmth and comfort. Holding tightly to Belladonna, his breath was shaky.

"You two will NEVER get on a train without me there again, do you hear me?" he growled, more out of frustration that he'd let harm come to his girls rather than actual anger at her. His arm was clamped around her waist, holding her tightly, and making his claim obvious. They hadn't even gone on their first date yet, but Braum did not want to entertain the idea of what would have happened if Bell had gotten just as badly hurt as some of the other poor saps in the Infirmary. He'd passed it while gliding, and it reeked of blood and pain, usually good smells, but worrisome when you have no idea if your comrades are the source of it.

Looking up and over to the weapons area, his eyes narrowed. It was true, the snowball launcher could do the most damage potentially, but he wasn't willing to get himself hurt in the thought that if he fainted, no one would be there to protect the girls. He could not afford that. Snatching up a sack of random objects, he grunted and slung it onto his waist, fastening it to his hidden belt and the bottles holding his toxins.

Holding both Hadiya and Belladonna tightly, his wings shuddered one last time with the fear of what could have happened to them.

"I'm going to take care of you two," he promised, folding his wings around them to keep them warm.

Draven's head came up as he heard a voice call his name. That had to be Alerick! Draven prepared to take flight (he really didn't know why he hadn't take to wing to find them yet). He grabbed his pack and tried to leap into the air, flapping his wings.
The pack was almost off the ground when Draven felt it. A sensation that started in his core and spread to his whole body, light but there. He had enough time to fling his arms under him before landing in the snow on all fours. He was in his human form again! He hadn't even been trying that hard at that moment...what was going on?

Not having answers at the moment, Draven turned back towards voice he had heard. He picked up his pack and set off at a run.

"Alerick!" He called. His eyes scanned for both Alerick and Eracs.

It seemed like the gnomes were shuffling the students towards the paths they were to take...maybe he could find his friends before the gnomes pushed him over there.

(Quarria will be staying in her true form, and using the Carol of the Bells.)

The sound of the train crashing was still ringing in Quarria's ears as she found her face in a bunch of...snow (It was so cold! She wished she was still under the heater in the train!) ? What was going on? She pushed herself up, and heard a gnome talking about a raid on Christmas. Wait, what had he just said about the shifters? (At least she could still talk in her true form.) She looked down at the school pin in absolute horror for a moment, and felt the odd sensation of loss as she felt herself reverting into her true form. Her true, thirty foot long winged-serpent form. Fabulous. AND she'd lost her friend too. She had to find him. Luckily they were getting sorted out into the same places, right?

The huge snake-like monster slid through the crowds on her front, thinking to herself that she would have to find a source of heat out here, and fast if possible. She nudged her nose through a healing Bell with a ribbon loop on it, and did the same with the backpack and two pills. Then, she quickly slid off to follow those going to the Gromble group, opening her huge wings so she could glide there in quicker time.

It was fine at first, he had just had some munchies. Some he drank, some he saved. Then. All the yelling! The screaming! The darkness! Combined with the rolling and the falling and the swinging and what Israfel was 99% sure was a pink elephant, the siren's first reaction to watching up and hearing the headmistress singing of all things...
was barfing.
In his defense, he had been drunk, eaten, gotten jostled, and now was subject to singing on par with his own. Yeah, Israfel was not liking this school trip, not by much at least. "Why is everything so looouuuudddd!" Wincing, and covering his earwings, the siren flopped into cold powdery white. "And colllldddd~" He was used to cold, he live by the water his whole life, but this cold? This was cold-cold. He nose was also very stuffed up, and he couldn't smell a thing. (Both good and bad, given some students). Crawling to a tree and using it to get himself upright, Israfel shivered, sending his feathers fluffing out and flecks of while falling back to the ground. Looking at the supplies from afar he wasn't sure why they were fighting. Or why not to eat yellow snow.
Yellow was the color of many tasty things, just not..snow? How peculiar.

But apparently, hey, weapons. The Siren stumbled to the table and looked over his choices. BELLS. Jingle jangle bells....that hurt his skull. No. Prickly plant. Bright lights. Bags of stuff. Israfel knew about sacks. Sacks were not fun. Snowball launched scared him, (so big!). Which left him...
It was yellow, it was cold, and apparently you didn't eat it. It sounded pretty deadly in that case. Maybe poison. Pulling out the frog in the jar, Israfel shoved the frog into his pocket and proceeded to take the yellow snow.

In his sloshed mind, it was the best choice of weapon. Really, it was.


Looking around, he noticed some of his fellow students going into the forest. Many from his old train car. A flock mentality kicked in somewhere. Flock was moving. Better catch up!
So, grabbing his tent and pumpkin pills, (GRABBN PEELZ), Israfel ran, (stumbled) off to find his peers.

Junko looked around, seeing that everyone was picking out the carol of the bells item. Well...if they were good on healing then they would need something to fight with, right? But what could she get? She reached out for the sack of joy when she spotted the serpent beside her. Wait, what? Was that Gabrian? "Wow, you look so much dif--" And then she heard her name. Twice. Who was calling for her? Was that...Yaya? Yaya was okay! Oh thank goodness, she had no idea where Braum or Yaya or Kasumi even went!

She had tried to find Yaya from where she was when Sin showed up again wearing something completely different. Admittedly Junko deflated a little when she saw Sin was no longer wearing her kimono, but she did her best not to let it show...though her best sucked pretty badly. At least her hair was already limp. Junko picked up a Christmas Wreath; she wasn't much for fighting but that would be okay, right? One had to learn to adapt to different situations! And this was most certainly different.

The witch only had time enough to stand up slightly before her name was being shouted and she was swung up into the only person's arms that would make her feel better right now. If she had only shed a few tears before, she shed many more now, bursting out into a sob as Braum's face touched her shoulder. A few more shaking breaths later (and maybe another sob or two) she nodded fiercely.

"I don't want to ride any more trains! They all turn out badly!!" Of course, Braum nor Yaya had heard of her last traumatic experience concerning a train, but still! This was almost as bad.... Almost. There was still a lot of time for this to turn around, but honestly Belladonna was not expecting it to end exceptionally well. Refusing to think on it, the witch took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around the boil, clinging as close as possible. She breathed in his scent, trying her hardest to stop the flow of tears as well as summon the courage she knew she now needed.
"Oh Hecate, you have glass in your wings!" Belladonna nearly shrieked, one hand delicately pulling out a piece. "Will you be ok? We can protect you too... But, um," Here she paused, not wanting to say it. "I think we have to stay with our groups..."

For a moment she turned, surveying the collection of weapons amassed. It took her only one second to decide she would fight as hard as possible and plucked up the Christmas Wreath, grabbing the little pills as well as the tent supplies and slinging them together in a little sack over her shoulder. Yet she dropped it quickly to jump and wrap her arms tightly around Braum's neck.

"We'll get out of this soon, ok? Be safe and I have my Skellyphone... I'll send you a text every now and again to let you know I'm ok and you do it too!" Reaching up on tip-toes she placed a kiss on his cheek. "You better make it out alright, you still owe me a date!" She turned to Yaya, feeling safe enough to give her a hug as well, though not as tight. "You too! Both of you!"

Christof snatched up the crayon from Barth's grip immediately, pocketing it before something else leaped from the woods to attack them. When Barth commented on his leg, the hunchback glanced up again at him in sincere surprise. Someone had noticed and actually wondered how he was! Yes, Barth would make a good Master, kind and full of respect, he nodded, but suddenly they were being called back towards each other's separate cars. Well, damn. He pointed at Barth with a pointed look, raising two fingers to his own eyes before gesturing back to Barth. With a pat to his friend's shoulder, he hefted his backpack onto his hunch and quickly, and painfully limped after his fellow Grombles, not wanting to be left behind. Hopefully Barth could look after himself for the time being. He heard there were BIG WHITE BEARS that hid in the snow. Hopefully one wouldn't eat the demon while he was napping somewhere.

((To Gromble Group!))