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"Oh Junko I was worried!" She laughed and relaxed when she saw that nothing seemed to be viciously attacking them. She had thought elves would pop out and try and keep them away or something.

She grinned at Maladore and shrugged at it's comment about her outfit. "It's better then freezing to death, and amazingly it seems to...fit here. I intend to burn it the moment we're back home though." She laughed lightly and walked closer glad to be among friends again.

"Has anything tried to attack yet?" She asked curiously glancing around again. This place was terribly bright her eyes narrowed in an attempt to filter things.

Merope rolled his eyes at Cyrilla. It wasn't his fault he didn't grow up eating metal! Since when did metal pull a mean, nasty trick like this anyway? He glared at the red and white striped pole. Stupid thing.

He stared as the dracolich grabbed his tongue. "???" He asked, not comprehending. Then she tugged, and he understood completely. "!!! AAAGH WHAEHARNIKKLES!" He garbled and flailed, even moreso when the siren ran up and poured something on his tongue. Between pulling and pouring, the boy's tongue was quick and easy to peel off the pole. "Whew!" He breathed, shaking his head and reeling his tongue in. "Hooorgh, thank yoooou." The dragon then make a face and stuck his tongue out again, looking down it cross-eyed. "What was that stuff? Blerrgh!"

Merope turned his attention to Lucien, nodding towards the pole. "See that? That is not edible. My tongue got stuck to it." He admitted mournfully, before looking over himself. Was that... candy stuck to him? "Uh. Gumdrop or peppermint, anyone?"

It pleased him to see that Corbin was all right. Despite the frightening looking things constantly appearing, he was sure the other students could handle it. After all, if they've managed to get this far, they should be able to, right? As he listened to his question, his head tilted a bit as he studied him. Spearheading? That sounded like a good idea. This place was nothing more than an insane maze, it seemed, the Workshop nowhere in plain sight. It was one thing to see a few buildings on the map but being in the actual place was something else altogether. "Sure, sounds like a good idea to me. In this town, shuffling about in a large group would be a rather bad idea."

Fly? His eyes shifted to Corbin's wings before he looked back at his own. He wished he could fly... maybe he could learn how to at school or something. That was neither here or there at the moment, and thankfully the thought passed as easily as it had arrived. But he figured it'd be faster if he did... even though the question was a first for him. "All right. If it's faster, then flying to meet the others sounds best. Where are the others? Io and her brother, Braum and his girl and Aksaja? Do you know if they're all right?"

Since they had traveled so far with them, it seemed a tiny bit odd that they weren't around at the moment.

"It is edible. Maybe if you weren't quite so small, I guess." The colchian dracolich chirped at her friend. She shook her head and shrugged as she wiped her hands over her dress. Merope drool. Yuck.

She turned her head to the siren, recognizing him from the train and from when they had been in the forest. "Hey. Thanks for the help. I really didn't want to cut off his tongue. It'd be awhile before he could find a replacement." she grinned.

Looking back to Merope she shook her head. "Err, no thanks. You can keep the candy to yourself." her face contorted at the thought. Disgusting, how could anyone eat something like that anyways.

Draven heard his name! He cast a quick glance around...and saw Eracs waving his arm at him. Why in Jack's name did Eracs have his arm off again? Maybe he'd gotten into a fight! He looked alright, though, even holding his arm.

"A reindeer thing? Wow! Nice work!" he called, moving closer. Draven was happy to see that things had worked out, and Eracs had a decent piece of loot out of it, too.
"Alerick?" he asked, looking around. Oh! There was the werewolf, in wolf form, sniffing a box of his own. A reindeer seemed to have lost that battle, as well.

Draven felt a wave of something inside of him. Could it be? Yes. Where a raven had been pulling a pack a moment before, Draven stood, huminoid again. He picked up his pack, then turned and called to Alerick, "Shall I help you out with your things there?" About time he could repay the favor.

"So you both had a battle? Glad to see you guys showed those things who is best around here!"

"It not being heavily defended is very strange to me, actually," Malodore said. "Recall what Professor Shox said to us - that one path, the Candy Cane Lane, was only for the strongest of our kind. Yet here we are, at the same place that lane presumably leads, and we are faced only with reindeer and elves. These creatures do not merit that level of warning..."

"I don't see any of the students who took Candy Cane Lane...maybe whatever was there was stronger than here? Though you'd think they'd have the strongest here." Maybe they figured everyone would be stupid enough to take the shorter road and damn the consequences? Either way Junko wasn't going to complain about not being attacked. She nodded in agreement with Sin. Anything was better than being wiped out by Sandy Claws. "I'll take a couple elves and reindeer over a drunk, overly-friendly tree any day though." She said with a shudder at the memories from the forest; those trees were just wrong.