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The tree looked surprise and a little hurt. Tears welled up behind those beady eyes.

"I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!" It wailed and ran away in its defeat. But not before dropping a little something for Corbin.

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LOOT:

Huffing, Corbin laid back in the snow like a useless, limp doll after watching the tree flee in despair. In all honesty, he felt bad about the whole affair but there was nothing he could do. The tree had managed to mangle him up pretty badly, too, but he didn't want to waste any of those nice pumpkin pills or his bells.

Staring at the bells attached to his wrist for a moment, he pulled his head back up to stare at the others. Another tree had come into the fray but at least now it was only two instead of three. If the others needed it, he was ready to use the bell but he needed to rest for a minute. Having a physical body really sucked for a Ghost and he felt trapped within a cell that was form fitted to his spirit. Decidedly one of the most uncomfortable things he could imagine, aside from having to sit on thumbtacks.

The thoughts of one demon brushed against his mind, against everyone's it seemed, and he managed a slight nod. He could agree with the Skinwalker or the others; smaller groups would be harder to track down but the raven had a point; they all attacked when their backs were turned. Pulling himself to a stand, Corbin staggered over to the rest of his car mates and took a dizzy stance between two people, Healing Bells at the ready for anyone that needed them.

Iolanthe groaned a she reached up to rub delicately around the knot forming on her head. Between the group of students ordering people to do this or that, the talking trees, and the throbbing pain in her skull, she was finding it hard to function.

She threw down her bag and pulled out the tools to set up her tent. It was a little harder with such an awful headache, but she managed, and soon climbed in for what she thought was a well deserved break.

Cyrilla was one unhappy dracolich. Firstly, she was stuck in her silly, squishy humanoid form. Stupid pins seemed to be malfunctioning all around. That wasn't the worst of it though, no. The Colchian had just met up again with her friend, Merope, and they'd been having a good time (he made the best surf/snowboard ever) when those damn gnomes came in, barking orders and dragging them off to their separate camps.

At least they'd made plans to try to meet up again. She just hoped it wasn't going to take too long.

Her tail twitched about behind her, agitated, and with a mind of it's own. She twisted the bracelet's on her wrist while she scanned the other student's in the area. She hadn't taken the time to meet any of them on the train, she'd been busy trying to figure out how to keep a Cerebus kid from getting sick (sadly, she'd lost that battle as soon as food had been rolled out). The other's she'd been with were also back at the infirmary. She missed Twitch, and hoped he and the others were doing better now.

Hovering back from the group for the most part, she scooted up closer to the crowd, wrapping her wings around her, as .... trees... just started talking all over the place.

"What the..."

Night watched as one tree fell and then sighed. He really really really really wanted one of the shiny dangling orbs hanging off the fallen tree, in fact he really wanted to just rip the decorations of and add them to his playthings in his room. It would've been a good memento.

Looking over at the Dragons, yes now he could see two....and a third behind him he snorted. "Eh? They just attacked!?!? Odd, Do all trees attack around here?" Night sniffed around and then looked at the other of the two dragons, the one flexing his wings. "Are you taking off?" Night looked over to Jericho and his new companion, "Oh your both going to fly off! SMART."

Aksaja blinked as there was suddenly a cat-looking thing chattering at him. Where... had he come from? He didn't remember him from the train car! But then again, the lightning dragon hadn't been paying attention to much beyond the drunk Siren and the deer back there. "I was thinkin' about it," he replied with a faint smirk. "Try to get a look up ahead from the air, y'know?"

IT WAS HER. SHE WAS THE ONE. SHE WAS-
The cider fairy.
That voice in the back of his brain that told him what to do and not to do. "Purpel tentaculs~" Israfel was fascinated with Riley's 'hair' torn between touch it, pulling it, and just staring at it. But she was the cider fairy, and as quickly as she came, she(?) was gone.
Braums words got the siren's attention. "But-" The Nuk. "And-" Jack it was all so confusing. Looking towards the drunk tree he got his answer. No cider. The tree was ciderless. Poor tree. Israfel felt even worse when the plague doctor insulted his mother.
"HEY...DOCTAH. DUN INSULT 'IS MUTHA YO." The siren huffed. "DATS JUS NOT COOL." The drunk singer fell into his black feathered friend. "But, cun yoos flah? I dun tinx we can..too much JOY in airs." Hands pointed at the sky. "Too much white stuffs too."

"Yeah... w-we'll see how long this l-lasts though," Jericho said back to the cat. Once Riley was on him, he stood back up and stretched his wings, if not somewhat gingerly. The bit of warmth the Mindflayer offered wasn't enough to really fend off the cold but he still appreciated it greatly.

Looking around, he too tried to get an idea of the surroundings. However, while he was big in his natural state, bigger than a horse in fact, he was no elder dragon.

He paused for the moment, hearing Braum's... interesting ring tone, but dismissed it quickly. There were more important things to deal with.

"A-alright, h-hang on tight!"

Preparing himself, that was the only warning he gave Riley before beating his wings down to gain some lift. He sent flurries of snow about with this, but he couldn't really help it. The dragon continued to ascend until he was at least above tree level. Oh damn it was cold up here, especially without anything to block off any wind that blew.