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It wasn't long after Alex had stumbled off away from Danny that the music suddenly stopped, and the odd sound that seemed to be coming from underground rumbled forth once again. He halted and stood still for a time, the arm that he had held over his face lowering and his wide, almost hysterical, eyes gazing around. Was it...getting foggy? He took a few steps forward as the mist engulfed him, swallowing him within it's depths. He couldn't see very far in any direction, and paused again, wondering what the Jack he was supposed to do now?

All he'd wanted was to find a nice, quiet hole to curl up in and wait out the storm (preferably his dorm room), but now it didn't seem very likely he was going to be able to find it. Wait, was that somebody moving, up ahead? He was sure he saw a shadowy figure...

Slowly his body jerked into motion once again, and his glittery, shirtless, and bedraggled self was on it's way. His eyes were locked on the thing he could barely make out in front of him, and even as the voices began, making his head feel like it was about to explode, he kept on. It wasn't long before the shadowy thing in the distance became more clear, and more shadowy things emerged. They were......students! A a large group of them too, it seemed! His relief was almost overwhelming, as he stopped once reaching the edge of the boils and ghouls that were clustered in this particular area. He looked a sorry state, and he felt even worse, though not necessarily physically so. He'd gone through a lot in that last little while, and it had, and still was, playing a number on him mentally.

My HP: 30/30
My Status:
My Target:
Damage Dealt:
Collective Damage to Boss:
Anything attacked/attackers should note: Shirtless and sockless (but not tieless) covered in glitter from head to skeletal toe.

Speaking of trying to be prepared (and, belatedly, of zombies being slow to the party), Mort espied a familiar boil dragging himself to the corner of the fold. How he knew to look in that direction was anyone's guess: maybe zombies just had a way of knowing where to find their kin. In either case, he broke away from his group briefly (making the "hold up" sign just before he did) to greet the sorry-lookin' guy, if only because he had once been the new student worming his way into a society he had no inkling of.

"Lookin' g-good?" he asked with a small smile as he approached, offering a hand to help the guy move further in; glitter was the least of his concerns at the moment. "Where been?" Mort hadn't see any of the Chritmas creatures use glitter.

Apparently wherever he had gone was not the only place, for a ghoul jogged up to them also covered in silvery stuff.

Alex was slouched over, looking lost, confused, and defeated. He had glanced around at the students in his immediate vicinity briefly, hoping to come across somebody he recognized, but they were all strangers to him. He maybe recognized one or two, possibly from seeing them in the hallways or maybe in the library, but he did not know them. The cacophony of voices were making him extremely uncomfortable, and he was shifting his feet, while taking quick glances skyward then back down at the ground.

He didn't immediately notice when Mort had approached him, but he saw a hand held out, and glanced up quickly, his eyes still wide and somewhat panicked. "Mort!" he exclaimed, instinctively reaching out his own hand to clasp on to that of the other zomboil, allowing himself to be pulled further into the throng. Alex's grip was possibly a little tighter then it needed to be, and his hand trembled a little. "I...I've been all over the place, really..in and out of the school, being attacked..." He stammered, not sure how to explain his lack of a shirt and the glitter covering his body without going into a long and detailed story. "There was...fire..I mean, Danny, the demon ghoul, sh--" And then somebody else was calling his name, and he gave a start.

He recognized that voice! It was that Reaper ghoul that had helped he and Yin out. He'd...oh jack! He'd left her in the cafeteria and never went back to make sure she was ok! He turned his head and spotted her as she came jogging towards them, his eyes temporarily blinded by the sparkly gleam of glitter that covered her as well. "I'm...I'm fine, I guess..As good as I can be.." He laughed, nervously, and released Morts hand, as though just realizing that he had still been holding onto it. He looked back over to Mort and nodded towards the ghoul. "This is Mitzi, Mort. She helped me out earlier and got me and my friend Yin to the infirmary." He decided to leave out the part about Danny and the fire and how Alex himself had passed out to the ground and had to be carried. "Have you been ok?" He asked of the zomboil and Mitzi both, looking between the two of them.

Ashford visibly relaxed once Thackery came into view. He leaned down, scooping up the boy in his natural form.

"It is very good to see you as well, Thackery," he said solemnly, carefully cradling the puppy of a demon. This particular apron was large and sturdy, a crisp bullet grey that had a number of large pouches on it, one of which he decided to re-purpose as a pouch.

Ash deposited his boilfriend in the left one, and then--

It would seem that there were hands, and keys and...hm.

Their allies were now toys to whatever massive beast this was with the eyes that glittered like blue diamonds in the sky, the malevolent voices haunting Ash's ears.

He turned his eyes to Aymet and the others.

"It appears this situation is taking a turn for the worse."

((My HP: 30
My Status: Normal
My Target: -
Damage Dealt: -
Collective Damage to Boss: -

Anything attacked/attackers should note: Ash is in his natural form; seven and some feet tall and broader around the chest than usual. Also he's shirtless under the apron. Also Thackery is now in his pocket.))

The blankets on top of Jericho's back began to rustle, as red keys started to rise from certain students. One key rose from the blanket pile itself, before dipping down back underneath them and disappearing. A few moments later, Riley rose up from the lovely, warm nap she was taking. Not only was she cranky at being woken up, but she was also glowing a lovely, warm red to compliment her rainbow skin brightly. Her eyes were still closed, and she rubbed the sleep out of them with her fist, before opening them up. The blood red glow had colored her eyes there, as well.

Mmmm. She moaned softly, barely registering the little bird that landed on her shoulder. Finally.

She plucked Israfel off her shoulder, put him in one of her tentacles, and reared it back like a slingshot. Then she pinged him off to attack Sheridan, while patting Jericho's neck fondly. She didn't need to speak to tell him what she wished him to do.

Dragon on dragon action. Unf.

My HP: 40
My Status: Controlled
My Target: (Not attacking this post)

Anything attacked/attackers should note: Israfel is her angry bird #1.

((GDI HUNTER DICE))

Riley watched Israfel soar, and smack uselessly against Sheridan. She sighed in disappointment, before reaching behind her for the tiny gift box a random encounter had given her. She opened it, and found a new replacement. Her eyes narrowed thin as she flung it with her tentacle, aiming directly for Sheridan's head.

This one shall do a bit more damage, based on previous encounters.

Sure enough, the black angry bird exploded delightfully in Sheridan's face.

HP: 40
Status: Controlled
Target: Sheridan
Damage: 5 - 6 = -1 + 5 = 4

Anything attacked/attackers should note: This black angry bird was a gift from a troll, and adds +5 hp to any one attack. By exploding.