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He shook her hand as she clasped his and even managed a slight smile. "You're welcome," he managed to get out, despite it not being his normal response for anything at all. Ever. Raziel followed Beatrix's gesture and glanced at the other ghoul.

Her smile at him took him slightly off guard. The majority of the time when Raziel met people they didn't smile at him, nor were they generally happy. He wasn't the most enthusiastic and 'nice' monster out there. It was always easier that way, because then he would never be hurt.

"Sure, you can borrow the tape," he replied as he handed her the roll. It was almost a brand new roll, but he didn't really care. After handing her the tape, he moved closer to the table and picked up a bag of spookies. Pulling one out and taking a bite, he commented, "These are really good. Why aren't there more students here?"

Calder arrived to a booth that looked rather appealing. He smelled the water and noticed a very strange plush collection of creatures that made a sort of conga-line. Along with that were sea shells and cookies, and little ocean creatures. While Calder had never been to the ocean, he had heard about it, being a fellow water creature. You had to know where the rivers you lived in wound up in the end after all.

Looking about, the depressed looking boil noticed several ghouls and moved to them. "Um...excuse me. Have any of you seen a boil like me around. He's a kelpie too. About this high, with short black hair with flowers and ribbons in it. Last time he was wearing a hoodie and pants. Oh, or a little gnome and a patchwork girl. Those were his friends. His name is Cade. I'm looking for him." Maybe Cade came here because of all the nice water. Right? He hoped so.

Bea felt a rush of happiness once again. Her booth was as perfect as she could make it. Surprised that she hasn't actually broken down in complete bratty anger yet, Bea was relieved to see her booth working so well.

Razriel was getting ready to go about his way. "Oh, the pleasure is all mine! I owe you one" her smile had grown wider. "I'll see you around!" Watching the boil walk away happy pleased Bea greatly. To think about someone leaving her booth cheerfully was a wonderful feeling. Her optimism was going up.

Calder seemed to have popped into her booth. "Hello!" greeting the boil. "I'm sorry about your booth." giving a concerned look. Apparently, he wasn't sad about his booth, but appeared to be upset about losing someone. Did they get separated? Or maybe he was lost? "Um... No, I don't think I ever saw another kelpie besides you. Would you like some spookies to munch on while you search for him?"

"What?" You shouldn't starve yourself like that!" Bea slightly shouting at him. She grabbed a goodie clam bag, stuffed it full of spookies and fish sandwiches. "I hope you like pumpkin juice!" handing him both the cram filled bag and cup. Looking at the incredibly sad boil, her heart was stabbed. "If I see him, Calder..." holding onto his hands, "I'll tell him." Bea gave him a sweet smile and gave his hands a squeeze before letting go.

Aislin had let Bea go off and do her thing, wandering around the other ghost's booth a few moments before she heard a familiar voice. She glanced up, spotting exactly who she expected it to be. "Calder!" Aislin lifted a hand to wave before jogging over to the kelpie. She reached out as soon as she got close enough and slid her arms over the monster's shoulder, leaning against the ghoul's back. "I didn't see what you won at Riley's booth. Was it anything good?"

A toothy smile broke out across the banshee's face as she wrapped her arms about Calder's neck, loosly holding on as her feet floated lightly up above the grass.

"Mmmm... the one with the ears? Nnnope. No, I don't think I have. Did you lose him?" She frowned, chin tilting up a little bit at the tinge of worry she thought she detected in Calder's voice. Letting go she float-stepped around in front of her. "Did you look where you saw him last?"

Of course she probably had but... Ash was just trying to be helpful. In fact she even looked around a bit to see if she could spot the figure.

"I hope you find him, Calder..." looking over at the kelpie. She couldn't help but feel so horrible for him. Her eyes looking at him, still concerned. Bea casually hands Ash a bag of spookies and tilts her head back at Calder. "Waiting at your booth is probably the best way to see him when he goes looking for you. Perhaps while you wait, you can rebuild you booth again..."

Aislin waved as she watched the Kelpie trot off, a frown on her face. "Good luck!" She called after. Poor thing. She'd lost her date, that was horrible. It hadn't been so bad for Aislin, since she'd been the ScreeJay when Sparrow had wandered off to do his own things during Prom but it'd still been boring trying to find someone to dance with all the same. "Well. I better get back to my booth. Thanks for the jelly, Bea! Good luck!"

The banshee turned on her heel and began walking back towards where her booth was set up, wondering what might draw some attention like the way Bea had managed to pull people over for her's. Her thoughts elsewhere she didn't notice the boil in the suit until she was nearly running into him. Last moment she realized she was about to walk into someone and managed to flicker into a less solid state.

Aislin had never had someone pass through her before. It was... an entirely uncomfortable sensation on her part (not even considering how chill he probably felt from the whole ordeal) - like when you drug your finger through a particularly thick pudding except she was the pudding. When he was completely through her she skidded to a halt and turned swiftly on a heel, looking back at the stranger who'd suddenly gotten awfully intimate with her. Or at least for a ghost it was as good as intimate. "W-Whoa. Uhm. Are you okay?"

And then she realized he was a Reaper. He had that sort of feeling about him. She was only slightly on edge, reminding herself that so long as he wasn't a grim he might not be too bad. Jo was delightful, and even Sparrow wasn't completely horrible. He didn't seem to have a sickle on him, but then again that might have just meant he was not technically a student.