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Eris' eyes settled drolly on the little creature which had not only approached, but now stared intently into what felt like her very soul, its eyes wide and red and unblinking -- unsettling, to be sure. For the heiress of War, the staring started out as a mere blip on her consciousness, although it seemed to be enough for her attention to be drawn to it. Turning her head slowly, she stared back with a bored expression that didn't seem particularly bothered or interested, although one eyebrow quirked after a few seconds of no response. This quirked eyebrow soon turned into a mildly flat look of annoyance after a few minutes of this, which quickly turned into a pretty little scowl, her fingers tightening a bit where they were folded just under her (ample) chest. She could feel, in the back of her mind, that little whisper that had plagued her (as well as the rest of her horseman kin) on that island start to creep up to the forefront, dark tendrils of sound so soft and almost sweet start to grow louder and louder. As she stared at the creature, Eris' muscles began to tighten, her eyes widening as she stared back, honey-brown flashing a deep blood red as the voice quickly turned into voices, beginning to multiply and tangle until it was nearly a roar, screams and snarls and a burning, that burning...

"Stop... STARING. IT'S RUDE," She finally hissed, snapping her arms straight suddenly, a little burst of flame tickling the tips of her fingers.

It seemed the creature had had the same idea.

HP: 25

While he took the hit, he went and tried to strike the scareon still. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Riley go down, though he couldn't tell what was wrong. She seemed to be.. asleep?

He couldn't really think about it. The blow he took had him rather dazed right about now.

((HP: 25
STUNNED
Damage: 2))

Junko had been so busy with Sayuri and her amazing battle prowess that she hadn't been paying much attention to the gyms. It wasn't until she felt an intense stare at her back that she even acknowledged it, turning on her heel to look back at whatever was staring at her.

Oh.

My.

Jack.

"You. Are. SO. CUTE~!" Junko squealed. She wanted to hug it! At least until it suddenly attacked them. What the...?!

"Hey! That was m--!" Before Junko could finish her scolding she found she was frozen solid.

Fantastic.

((Junko's HP: 25))

Siobhan had assume wrong. This was no place of happiness and smiles. It was a gym of lies.

Lies and mean kitties.

The Banshee wailed in frustration, sobbing into her hands. She peeked through them long enough to muster enough mental power to try and attack the creature. "B a d kitty!" She screeched out, her arm stretched out to scratch the feline.

She had not actually intended to fight with the creature. Despite the way the flames had begun to climb up her fingers and over her palm to her wrist, it had merely been a momentarily loss of control, something that happened... pretty frequently, to be perfectly honest. Being off the island had not restored her to what she had been before -- little things still tipped her off, silly things that were aggravating, of course, but should not invoke such rage, even with one with such a short fuse. But while she relished in the thought of burning things to a delicious little unobtrusive crisp, often times it was more unsuspecting shrubbery or furniture which ended up bearing the brunt of her wrath, not the thing that had incited it in the first place (unless, of course, it was a shrub or a chair which had made her angry in the first place.) So when the creature moved, the angry little voices in her head went completely silent in shock.

Her delicate little heels made a soft clicking sound against the ground as she took a little step back, genuinely startled when the creature leaped forward to attack. At first, it was all she could do to gracefully sidestep the oncoming danger, spinning around and sliding easily into an offensive pose, arms raised midway, palms facing the creature. It was a little surprising, how easily she slid back into that fighting stance, and for a second she wondered if it was good for her, to allow herself to fight again. The thought, however, quickly disappeared, replaced instead with an almost maniacal little grin that spread across delicate rosy lips, touching her eyes as she tilted her head back to laugh.

"Oh sweetie... you wanna play?"

With a little snap and rush of hot air, the fire around her fingers multiplied tenfold, flickering to match the glee in her eyes.

"Let's play."

With a quick, smooth flourish, a sudden pulse of fire was launched in the white creature's direction, a test shot to see how well it could dodge. Dance baby, dance~

HP: 25
Damage: 5

She wasn't sure what brought her here; probably the fact that there was a crowd forming around the new booth, and she was curious about why the crowd was there. Nearing the area, she soon realized that they were... Being attacked by something? A really adorable minipet with a OwO face? She paused, staring at the chaos, not quite sure what to do.

Part of her wanted to envelope the minipet in a hug, but the other part of her figured that she should help her fellow festival-goers to stop the madness.

[HP: 25]

Adyian had feel that something had been watching him and he didn't who had been doing it so he wandered around to find who was doing it. It didn't take him long to see that there was a creature that he thought had been doing the staring and he hadn't tried one of the gyms yet and thought it would be fun to try and he started to stare at the creature that had been staring at him as he readied himself for an attack. Even tho he did feel a little bad to attacking a creature that did look really cute but he didn't like all the staring that much as it was just a little creepy.

Gyms were a bad idea. Seiji had actually made up his mind not to mess around in them anymore. This idea only worked so well, especially when he was looking for a certain ghoul and he had it on good authority she'd gone into one of the buildings.

And of course there had to be a monster, there always was. It was... staring. The ghost stared back for a moment or two unblinking before a wave of unease hit him. It.. wasn't blinking either. What the jack.

And then it was attacking quite unexpectedly. With a startled grunt the boil retreated back a step or two, swinging wildly.