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"Fine, just got a few sore spots still," Bul stroked his chin fuzz thoughtfully and flit the end of his tail a bit.

"We've done nothing but trust everyone up until this point sadly. If we didn't then none of these secret meetings and things of the like wouldn't be happening. Still what else are we gonna do but listen to Boogeymen and sit in our dorms sucking our own cocks for eternity?"

Xander couldn't help but stare at the large, dark skinned boil that seemed to be having trouble with his eye-phone when he approached the group. That was one large and intimidating being. In fact, once Xander had a better glance around at the other students in the room, he found that quite a few of them were a bit intimidating.
And then, suddenly, Mort and the ghoul that had had her arm wrapped around Mort, fell to the ground, looking rather sick. That was when he saw the shorter ghoul, that had been hiding behind Mort, for the first time. From the way she was looking at the two on the floor, it was plain that it was something that she had done that had left the other two so incapacitated.
Woah. He made a mental note that it wasn't just the larger, scarier boils and ghouls he should be intimidated by.
"You...you all right there?" He crouched down on the floor, balancing himself on the balls (and bone) of his feet as he reached out and put a hand on Mort's back.

"Oh, you've meet. I guess that makes sense. Being the same dorm at all." Oh yeah. Now there were three pairs of horns here. He was a very lucky boil. A VERY lucky boil. He'd just soak up the image here of two demons beside each other and make sure he didn't stare too long.

Good thing that Christof was providing a distraction. "Oh, Christof can't talk. He said 'Hi! Oh, and that he was asking if you are new since he hasn't seen you.'" Calder turned to Christof. "Zar is a new student. He just showed up. He's a paperwork incubus and yeah, a demon. Seems he just does paperwork though." He shrugged, a big depressed on that note. He had been very hopeful.

"What are you two doing here?" He asked, not sure why Barth had left his room, especially to come to the gym.

He looked at Barth, and he didn't seem all that happy. "Heeeyyy, dear. You look....well rested." Sloth compliments. He hoped they worked.

Vaith's arms wrapped around Tomoko with an older and brotherly fashion, curling his legs up to his chest soon.

"I've got no guess at all, Tybalt." Vaith offered apologetically, hugging Tomoko as he spoke to Mei and Tybalt. "You didn't miss much. Except a few more minutes of him standing." He informed them, waving towards the black cat and Mei with a passion. Someone walked up to Mei.. Vaith vaguely recognized his face from all the happenings.

"Tomoko, you look different. Outfit change? Don't tell me you're---"

"--- a .. femme fatale with that outfit now?" Vaith was genuinely shocked and horrified at the thought of Tomoko becoming such a horrifying ghoul creation.

She preened, leaning into the boil when he wrapped his arms around her familiarly, not seeming bothered at all by the physical contact from a familiar face. Instead, she was positively beaming.

Tomoko's ears perked as she looked up at Vaith obliviously. "A what?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. Technically that was -exactly- what her mother was trying to groom her into. She looked down at her clothing. "Junko-chan made it for me, so I'm wearing it. Isn't it nice?" she asked, beaming. It'd probably look nicer if she..had the shape to actually fill the outfit out with, rather than her small and mostly curveless shape. But that was fine.


However, she did beam, fanning her tails around to avoid actually hitting him with them. "Look, Look Vaith! Look how many I have now!" she grinned widely, each tip of the six tails burning with a small blue-and-purple flame to them. They were very..bright. However, to the touch they wouldn't burn for the curious.

Freya looked at Mort with a winced glance, before turning up and staring at the most beautiful face in the world. She held her arms out and looked at Herryk piteously, letting out another little whine. "I think we gots sick." Did undead get sick? She didn't even know, but whatever Mort had, she'd caught! "My stomach feels like it's goings teh go pops." Her arms gestured at him, as if she was ready to say 'Up, up!'

Lark's expression changed from 'aww' to 'grr' in the span of a second.

"'ey there, beaut. What happened?" She looked like she was ready to go punch things on behalf of the chupacabra. All of the things. Starting with Freya's face. Lark's tone was soft and sweet. The poor little thing looked a fright and the last thing that Lark wanted was to make a potential friend upset.

"Ah, now. I betcha don't mess up -- y'don't look like a dipstick t'me, ghoul." Lark offered a smile and glanced at Roch with raised brows before turning back to Chuppi. "I'm Lark. Friend'a Roch's. It's always nice t'make new friends, yeah?"