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Slowly... ever so slowly, Ev began to tune out the information being provided. She'd been so intently drawn to it, but now.. ah there was something much more important at hand... to her, at least. Her neatly folded hands in her lap fidgeted very slightly as her fingers shifted with a contained desire to pet the soft plumage that the owl had. This was the second familiar she'd met of another students, and was just as enraptured in it's presence as any other creature of nature's bounty.

The moths that had landed on the boil walked about daintily, mostly just inspecting him, but a few began to dangle from strips of his hair, only to fall, and catch themselves with ease to flutter back onto a new area. There were quite a few who were bold enough to take a gander at the gorgeous feathered friend in tow! A small amount hovered above her, before casually landing right on the bridge of her beak, as well as a 'horn', wings easing open and closed contently.
Tearing her gaze from the little beauty, Ev let her attention rest on Kettil, politely giving a small bow of her head in greeting, "It's a pleasure to meet the both of you~ I am Evelyne-Aglaya Yeva Verochka, but please feel free to call me Ev~" she replied smoothly. The roots that were firmly coiled to form the perfect ghoul legs were beginning to shift as well, due to her outwardly subtle delight.

Receiving a compliment in return made the ghoul giggle faintly, a hand covering her mouth so as not to disturb those around her, or the speaker, "Thank you~ You're so sweet." she replied, mildly bashfully. Looking up to Kettil, not that he could see her eyes... she asked sweetly, "May I pet her?" she asked, giving a glance down to the pretty bird as well for her verdict too.

Late? Just a little bit. Fortunately, the baku managed to creep into the auditorium undetected, blending into the large crowd of students as if she had always been there. She managed to catch most of Arel's speech, but the sudden buzzing of her eyephone caused her to jump in surprise. Peeking at the students around her, she subtly pulled the phone out from her pocket and sneaked a peek at the screen.

Oh, it was Amphi! And...hmmm. She considered the question thoughtfully for a moment before typing back a reply.

Nyxtsuki Moon

Text to Amphi: I guess it means...well, there might be things that we're not used to or things that we...might not like? But since we're guests, we'll have to be respectful of the cultural differences.

...Or uh, so she guessed, at least. Truth be told, she was kind of regretting the fact that she had signed herself up (or at least, she was really nervous about what it would be like), but it was too late for that now.

Clearing his throat a little, his eyes had found their way to the little box in the ghoul's lap, the excitement enticing the cat on his shoulders. Although he was such an open people to everyone, he felt a little sheepish starting conversation with just someone in the rows, hoping he wouldn't interrupt her while she was listening to the proffessors, but it was a little boring waiting, most ghouls and boils entertaining each other, or the little phone contraptions in their hands, keeping him a little in a bubble by himself - if you did not include Drei.

"Are you any more ready than I am about all this?" He asked nicely, ears swivelling up a little, hoping he wasn't intruding once again, lifting his hands a little, showing he was being personable.

Meeki

Rafe squeaked -- a definite, audible squeak -- but stood his ground, and was pleasantly surprised by the brotherly welcome from the hearty giant of an undead. The touch was familiar and comforting, the sort of greeting and enthusiasm he was accustomed to, although the hands were a bit larger than he was used to.

He untucked his own hands from his pockets a bit clumsily so he could shake Mort's; his book fell from one pocket and landed with an undignified smack on the floor, and he ducked down to retrieve it, blushing.

"R-rafael," he said, as he picked up his book. A few pages fell out and he scrambled to catch them. "But you can call me Rafe, if you want."

Year two students! At the school! And they were talking to him!

"Rafe! It is nice to meet a newcomer." Herryk thumped his own chest with a fist.

"Herryk." A simple introduction from a simple boil.

Greetings out of the way, Herryk grew a bit more serious as he leaned closer to Rafe.

"Be careful." Short, sweet and to the point. He knew that Mort would understand the warning. Things could turn real ugly, real fast.

She rubbed her eyes at the thought of what would happen that would make it hard not to interfere. Amphi was by no means a meddler but...She wouldn't sit by idly by as someone was hurt, damaged or in need of help.

She just wasn't that kinda of ghoul.

Idly, she texted another reply and then sent one to Thana. Because she could see he was in her first class.

"Ooh. Hmmm."

The Púca made a noise as his brain actually tried to flutter on in the midst of all the playfunplayyes that dominated his actions when the girl started to talk again. The markings along his face glowed even brighter when her fingers descended on one of the long, sturdy ears, and the horse shook his head, snorting in pleasure at the strange touch. "No. No." He liked this word. Lifting himself away just slightly, the Púca stared at his new - what was the word? - friend with a slight frown.

"There's people who like the bad feelings. People who don't like the good feelings." He giggled and twisted his tail, the thought of touch and feel and pleasure putting him on edge and nowhere near very sane, what with all of the commotion adding to his already less than pleasant attitude. "I like both, any." Ah, yes, the Púca was full of quirks, and less than half of them were very good ones to have. He only gave a noncommittal "hmm," at the a thank you though, ears wavering to and fro at the sounds she created rather than the words she was actually speaking. Rumbling, he bumped foreheads with her again, letting himself rest like that until she moved away and he was forced to either jerk or... well, fall.

"Hmm. Hmmmm." He grinned at the idea of interesting. He could work with that too. "Ahhh, yes. New things. Hmm, new. I like that. What classes for you?" The Púca would be the first to admit that he had the stupidest way of talking, if he were ever to admit anything at all. However, the Púca's train of thought - if it could even be called that - was derailed by a new voice interrupting, a new sound that he knew at once he liked.

Aah, greetings?

Wait. There were common ones?

Fallow scraped his brain for any remembrance of formal ways of greeting, but in between the sawdust and constant monologue chant of funyesplayhmmmmine, he couldn't make anything out. Instead, he allowed his head to fall to the side of the Cu Sith's, bright, glowing neon eyes examining Bongani with possessive intent.

"Hello. Yes, hello." He gave shark-like grin. "Common? Hmm. Hmm. Maybe." The Púca broke off into a shudder of laughter, more horse-like in sound than human.

"Would you like to try it?" He raised a brow at the other, sharp rows of teeth showing, ears pricked to attention. He moved closer without being asked - what were boundaries again? He didn't really like the word, the sound of it, - ah, and then he was very close. The witch doctor with a nice voice. Hmm, how interesting.

"Yes," He hummed cheerfully, "lets try it." Without waiting for consent, the Púca knocked their heads together as well. "Heehee. Hello."

As she was given the go-ahead to give the pretty birdy a petting, Ev smiled even more, the moths that were fluttering about her like a cloud giving a small twirl as if to convey the excitement that the Grand Bois skillfully kept withdrawn. A hand lifted from her lap, clawed fingers extending as she very tenderly stroked the tips of them along the round head. Such soft feathers... The motion was repeated slowly, placement adjusting at times to brush along another area of the feathered head, "Your feathers are so pristine and smooth~" she cooed. The moths that once rested on the owl now were perched on the back of Ev's doting hand. Kettil was.... almost forgotten... but only for a second, as the demon fell into a sort of mantra with giving affection to the winged familiar.

Her head tipped so she could look to him, second hand drawing closer to let the backs of her fingers gently stroke one of Endzela's cheeks, "Are you going to be participating in the new classes?" she asked curiously. Not having any friends really, she thought it might be nice to at least have a familiar face around there.