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"Pink? I don't know if we should, the doors might- No," Barth yelped as Freya tugged his hair, "No-no. No braiding, thank you, don't look good with them at all."

Barth had experience. Most of it involved multi-colored ribbons while he was sleeping, and all of it involved Calder.

Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no, the boos were closing in! Swarming around his Master, and the Igor was quick to limp to his side protectively. The break-down, mostly plastic shovel was honestly fairly useless but it did serve as a make-shift fly swatter as he swung it to and fro to try to startle the bombarding ghosts away from his friends. It was bad enough that one had had it's way with Freya in that swamp room! Barth was even more useless (in his opinion) than the over confident first year. He needed all the help he could get. AND that ridiculous one with the scar had made Calder cry! Not that that was a difficult task, but it was the principle of the matter. They all deserved to die.

Or go away.

Since they were already dead.

Etcetera.

"Ach, yeh big baby, just quiet down and let me do a few." She tugged again, and then brought three strands through her fingers and flipped her fingers in a careful manner. Before he could complain much more, she'd already put a single braid all the way down one side of his head. She dropped her hands and looked at it critically.

"See? That wasn't so bad. I think yeh should let me do one on the other side to match-AHHHHHHHHHHH"

That.. that thing.. it just EXPLODED! WHY! It made her stumble back and press into Calder, already traumatized enough by the boos and their mystical ability to make the pain. An exploding one simply meant more chance for pain.

She was done with pain for the day, thank you. Just some hairplay and cuddling would be accepted as of now. In fact..

"Herryk! Hel!" She hissed, trying to keep her voice down as if the other boos wouldn't hear her. She gestured for them to get down by her, so they could all cuddle together and ignore the boos while doing each others hair.

That would be delightful.

A swamp? Here in the House? Interesting! So that’s why they were looking a little worse for wear and muddy…

“Ah…I see….I suppose other groups might be going through different trials than us as well?” Hel mused out loud. The reaper yelped lightly as Freya released her and than smacked her rear, and scowled as she shot the older valkyrie a look. The reaper then looked back at Barth, watching as her sister tormented the poor demon. “Ah, my sympathies, friend.” She started with a tease. “Being in a group with my dear sister is like looking after a scareling, yes?” Hel chuckled.

Hel looked back up at Scary Potter as the boo seemed to be having a seizure of some sort, tensing as he worked himself up, and threw up her arms to defend herself as another Boo pierced him like lance causing him to explode like a balloon. Hel peered through the gap in her arms, and shuddered as he rained down glitter. Ugh, it was the Festival all over again! But at least he was gone now?

She looked back over at her sister when she called her, watching as poor Herryk fell to the floor next to her, and came over to them. “Ah, do not be worried, friend.” Hel uttered encouragingly to the Dragur, patting his shoulder. “We are fine warriors, yes? It takes more than that to slow u—“ Wait. Hel just noticed what her sister was wearing or lack of. “…Dear Jack, Freya!” Hel looked a bit horrified at that…thing…that was her underwear. The ghoul started fishing through her soggy bag, and eventually pulled out a pair of black bloomer bottoms, and tossed them at her sister. “Here, wear this.” Hel then kneeled across from the older valkyrie, and narrowed a look at her.

“Also? What did you do?” If one thought she had forgotten had rattled Mot was after dealing with Freya, they’d be sorely disappointed. Now that they were in a semi-calm area, and her sister was right in front of her, it was time to get some answers!

(( Entering from the Boo-only RP ))

Hello Boo rolled up from the floor, looking curiously at it and readjusting her bow before taking a chance to look at all the strangers in the vicinity. How very strange they looked! They weren't quite as cute as her, and she didn't see any other pink bows straightaway -- but they were rather interesting, to say the least.

She decided to do some watching. For now.

((Entering))

Mot was heard before he was seen.

The sloshing of his cowboy boots was quite audible in the room as he entered. The boil was without his beloved hat, his hair soaked and clinging to his face, his clothes heavy and dripping with water. Had he been a ghoul, he would have dreaded his choice in color of shirt.

Rather than look for an join his friends, Mot dumped his bag down, and began rifling through it for a towel.
He grimaced, and pulled out a soaking wet towel.

All of his things were soaked.

Mot groaned and slammed his face into the duffel bag. Oh well. He sat down and took off his boots, tipping them upside down to drain the water.

((Entering from group 1))

As with the others in his group, Shun was incredibly soaked. Though, his expression wasn't too different from how he normally looked really. He just made his way into the next area with Mitsu, pausing briefly as he saw all the people around.

There were some others from another group, as well as a number of... floating ghost-like things. The Reaper narrowed his eyes at them before finding a spot in the room to drop his bag. Grimacing, he removed his jacket and shirt to start trying to wring them out, as well as to let them dry. He did the same to his spare set of clothing inside his bag. At least he wasn't all that self conscious of his scars or in general, considering how many others there were around. As far as he was concerned, it was more important to get dry.

Barth tried not to look threatening, and resisted the urge to slink back to the muck. He adjusted his shirt self-consciously. "It's err- I'm not, really," he said to Royalty.

Christof came back over to the group, warding off the boos the best he could. Freya, on the other hand, didn't seem phased at all, and focused completely on the task at hand.

"No- now hold on, look...wait a minute-I can't err- I can't comment particularly on your sister's- you're tugging..." Barth protested the entire time his hair was being braided, but did not actually do anything about it. Just when she was about to do the other side as well, the Boo that had upset Calder exploded in a shower of glitter, which had everyone rightly horrified. Herryk sat down heavily. They were now all in one very close, very smelly, very mucky cluster.

And there were more coming from Hel's door.

Barth found himself being moved again. There was a lot of handling going on in general, of both his hair and person. He didn't protest Calder's handling quite so much. "That's...that's alright, thank you, I suppose if she wants to it isn't harming- err, thanks," he finished lamely, as Calder finished unbraiding.