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Watching the boil speak and walk off, she turned to look at the one the now vanished boil had pointed to. A faun. How interesting. However, he was not an undead or ghost...

She had noticed that mocking tone, her eyes narrowing harshly, lips becoming a sneer. Brat. However, her head turned when she noticed he had beckoned to the seat before he left, taking the offer. Her feet ached from walking about so much, setting her bag down gently. Gremele leapt out immediately, the blue Hazmutt rubbing against her legs and then snarling at the faun before leaping in her lap.

....Silence.

"I'm Shira."
.....
That was all she said, glancing at the faun. He wasn't to frightening looking, was he insecure like her?

The fall was amusing interesting enough to say the least. He watched as a glitchy ghost and a reaper ghoul tumbled from the table bouncing off the floor. Lattice of course slipped free of his hand moving to the ghouls leaning down to check on her friends and sure enough he followed. Crouching down beside the two ghouls. Of course Pepin was up and shouting, her mouth a blur of pixels causing him to tilt his head.

That. Was freaking cool.

Sharpie meanwhile put a paw on Lattice's leg. "Don't fret! They seem fine!" He blinked looking at Pepin. "Especially that one. The other, well she just seems happy!" To prove his point he ran over and hopped on Freya's stomach moving to stand on her chest and look at her face. "You won the ball game! Home run!"

Of course he would try to encourage crazy actions; he got to many giggles out of it.

False on the other hand carefully reseted a hand on Lattice's shoulder avoiding the spikes. "Hey now don't get so worried. The two are fiiiinnnne." He waves towards them, "Deep breath, alright? In and out. Cat told me that one, shockingly for a fur ball he was right it can help a lot."

Suddenly she was gone though. Instead she was giving a boil a kiss. This of course made his cheeks red, almost more red then his hair.

TG smiled, receiving the kiss.


Click.


What? He already had his Eyephone out. Why not take a snapshot.

With the kiss done, he beamed at her. "Worth it." He told her, before eying the boils around her. Oh come on! He just got in a fight with Enzo and rats. Now there were other boils around. What did he have to do?

TG checked his phone for a Boil Repellant App and wondered if he could just cover his ears when he used it.

Jack.

No such app.

((Link to Abbie, quest character. <3))

The maul... It was so big, so noisy... So full of warm bodies! Abbie had at first been delighted with the place, loving the sights of warm people and the heat of the bright decoration lights, the scalding steam rising from prepared food in the dining area... The pale monster had been drawn there almost right away, snuffling through it's congested sinuses to get a better sense of what was being offered. The little it could smell was wonderful!

But all the radiant heat signatures were like the beckoning call of a wisp, lighting it's way deep into the maul where it soon realized there was heat EVERYWHERE. Perhaps visiting on a quieter, day, in a different October, would have been better for the poor monster, because the realization that it could hardly see anything past the bodies was overwhelming and confusing.

It frowned worriedly, put it's peculiarly padded fingers on the nearest bit of furniture, and started inching along in a nervous fashion. And when the table ended, it stepped in another direction, and immediately bumped into Ren.

"Aaah, sorry," it said as it whirled around, it's wide, paddle tail nearly knocking a chair over. It then ducked it's head in a further apology to the monster it had bumped, in addition to those partaking in the conversation that had surely been interrupted.

Siobhan wanted to see the play! However, the banshee got lost. How? Don't ask. It just kind of happened.

However, somehow, she was now at the maul. While she loved the crowds, her long tresses of hair did not. It was stepped on and slipped on, and made getting anywhere very difficult. The young ghoul whimpered as she was tugged to and fro, gathering up her long long hair from the floor, shifting around the crowds to find a place to sit and rest.

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(( Zee is a quest ))

Mmmmmaaauuulllzzz~

Zee, the young avarice demon lazily dragged her slippered feet through the maul, a sleepy and content look upon her face. It was that time of year, the time to shower gifts on family. Cost was no issue, of course, and behind her was a line of servants holding bags and bags of goods. "Mmmm that'll do." She waved a hand, sending them off ahead of her to go back to the mansion. As for her? She wished to stay and people watch some more.

"YOU? Dont carry a yellphone?" Pepin rolled her head in disappointment. "Luuuuuuuuuuuuuhaaaaaaaaaaaaaameeeeee-oooooooooooooooo," she cooed out as she leaned close up into his face noses almost touching, her pixels blurring brightly.

"Go find yyy-y-----ooooooouurrrr self in the bargain bin at the black market end of the maul," she sneered with a crinkle in her little nose, claws meeting the hand that had stopped her.

A great flurry of activity spawned after and Belladonna only sighed with contentment as she watched the people run around and try to step on rats. The maul was such an exciting place, what with all the goings on and the people all hustling and bustling.
Momentarily distracted by the ring of her skellyphone, the witch pulled it out and quickly began a flurry of texts. Apparently her dearest friend Chuppi had landed the part of the lead in the school play... Of which Belladonna had elected not to attend...
"Oh jacking hell..." The witched murmured before she began the quick finger movements that indicated she was sending a very long text message, indeed. It was a small apology that would eventually wind up being something entirely else. Right then and there Belladonna promised to find the girl a really awesome present for both Christmas AND her performances. It was a shame Belladonna was such a terrible friend that she missed seeing her perform.

Then the phone was away and she heard mention of it further away.
"Oh? You don't have a skellyphone?" Belladonna asked the ghul. "If you need one you can borrow mine." She paused and looked at Pepin for a moment. "I like the leotard. But a lot of people don't have skellyphones. Not everyone needs one! I think we had FEARhealing together." She flashed the girl a smile, patted the ghul on the shoulder and tottered over to the ghoul with the faun.
"Hate to be an eavesdropper, but did you say you needed to know where the minion store was? I think I know where it is... Um, come over here a moment!" She instructed with a smile as she tottered back over to Ren, who was bumped into by a .... thing.

"Oooh~ Ren, you're a magnet for wayward people today!" The witch cooed before she smiled at the... thing. "You alright?" She asked it with a smile. Belladonna was all smiles and glee today. At any moment she might actually start cackling...

"Someone is grumpier than they should be~" said Ren, in a singsong voice as he peered around Belladonna to the disgruntled looking hoofed boil from earlier. He flashed him a bright, wide smile, then turned back to the witch and the dog boil.

Now that he thought of it, he did look strangely familiar...

"Ah!" cried Ren, as soon as he heard Scario Kart. He pointed a finger melodramatically towards the other, then dropped his hand hastily, slinging a casual arm around Belladonna's shoulders as he grinned boyishly at Cervantes. "My name is Ren, just in case you don't remember. I'm the Scario Kart Club President. And this, of course, as she's already said, is the lovely Belladonna, a good friend of mine."

The witch's knowing look didn't escape Ren's eyes, and he gave the ghoul a mock innocent glance, pressing a hand to his chest as though to say who, me?

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," he said evasively. "What are you - "

Something tumbled into him, and Ren glanced down to see...

...something. Eyebrows raised, he said lightly "It's no - "

Swish.

" - problem," Ren finished, slightly dryly, and said "Might wanna be careful with that tail of yours."






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The look on Alistaire's face was a despondent one as he lifted dark eyes to glance at the pale skinned ghoul peering at him.

She just agreed I'm pathetic.

It was certainly a dismal thought. His expression drooped, a few more feathers drifting from of the thick dark curls that tumbled over his back. His fingers reached for the scattered movies hastily, trying to gather them all up before she could help, but it was too late. She had already ducked down, her hand resting against his briefly.

Unintentionally Alistaire jerked his hand away, frowning. Her skin was cold, and he did not particularly enjoy being touched by anyone whom he did not know.

"I was, er, yes," he said, shaking his head and brushing hair from his face. He took a step back, intending on getting back to his daily business, as much as he did not really want to dive back into the fray of students. "I'm afraid I wasn't quite as interested in these movies as I thought I was - oof."

This time it was Alistaire who was not paying attention, knocking back into someone behind him that he couldn't see. The movies tipped from his hands again, spilling back out onto the floor he had just picked them up from.

"I - er - yes - sorry - " he managed to get out, with a sigh of despondency as he dropped down - once again - to the floor to pick up the movies resting around the ghoul's high heeled shoes.

"Yes, yes, sorry, so sorry - "