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Alex tried not to grimace as Yin decided to focus on the shredded and bloodied fabric of his his shirt. The flesh beneath had knitted and healed so that there was no longer any other sign of there having been an injury at all.

"It's nothing, I'm fine." He assured the other boil, even though Yin had not asked. him about it.

The weremantis had gotten suddenly very quiet after Alex had asked his question, and that probably only further proved that there was definitely something wrong. But Yin was answering him now, and making it fairly clear that he did not want to talk about it. Alex had wished that had been all he had said, however. Adding on to that, that the zomboil would probably not want to know it only gave him a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. And telling him not to bother thinking about it, only really ensured that it would be all Alex thought about until Yin was either acting one hundred percent better and it faded from memory or Alex somehow managed to extract the information from him.

But Alex wouldn't do that, not after the last time. This was something that Yin wanted to keep to himself, and the zomboil would just have to respect that. So, he forced a smile down at the other boil, rubbing his hands up and down Yin's upper arms before stopping and giving him a gentle squeeze. "Okay then, as long as you're going to be fine but..if you need to talk about it you know you can tell me...." He let his voice trail off, suddenly distracted by Yin pointing towards the other zomboil in the room.

Oh, Mort? Alexander hadn't seen him since the horsemen exchange program had started. With one last lingering and in very concerned look at Yin, Alex let his hands drop to his sides and turned his head so that he could see better.

"Hey Mort!" Alex called out, noting that he was actually grouped with a couple of other students at the moment, only one of which Alexander recognized. He gave the other zomboil a wave, before glancing back at Yin and nodding in the direction of Mort and starting to shuffle towards him.

Amarus was happy to see Olivia, though she didn't quite embrace the ghoul; Olivia was, by nature, less warm than Faustus, which made Amarus unsure as to how to react. She did like the ghoul, though, she was just poorer at showing it. She offered her a sort of half-smile, which looked a little pained, but it was intended to be sincere. Amarus clapped the ghoul on the shoulder awkwardly. "What's up, Oli?" she asked, trimming Olivia's name down in a way she was fairly certain would not be acceptable. Too late now.

After greeting Olivia, Amarus finally replied to Faustus. "Peaceful? Eugh," she grimaced at him. "Good thing I went to war. I rode a wolf, and--" suddenly, she seemed to pause, as if remembering something that hurt. She had met a mount, and befriended it, tamed it, so... she was sore to leave War. She was sore to leave War for lots of reasons; she'd loved it there, in a different way from Conquest. The lotuses of Conquest had made her deeply happy, but she was really ill-suited to its culture. War, however, suited her perfectly.

"... You're a mind reader, Faustus," she told him, clapping her hands together with glee. "I'd just... like to visit the Lotuses one last time, you know? If it's okay with you two. But after that... I'll go wherever you want." Even the dreaded Death isle. Maybe they'd want to go to war, though, since she was the only one who'd been.

"Ah," said Sparrow to Hel with a smile. "I've been to both the Isle of Famine and the Isle of War. Both were...quite enlightening in their own ways, and I very much enjoyed being on both - though admittedly," he added, with a wink. "I had a very grand time with all of the training on War."

He thought it best to stay out of the squabble that followed this, and leaned over, giving Hel's arm a reassuring squeeze.

"I think I'll find someone to accompany me to either the Isle of Death or the Isle of Conquest," said Sparrow with a cheerful grin. "Do give my regards to Famine and War for me."

He grinned cheekily, winked, and ambled off.


[ exit ]

"Wolf? Lucky." He probably would've been better off riding a carnivore, now that he thought about it. But Mort was proud of Kithka nevertheless, even if the beginning of their joust had been . . . slow in more ways than one. He laughed at Ev's description of the device, ever amused at the poor unenlightened ones' perception of his sometimes frightening dependency on technology. "Yes, is good for being wingman too," he added with another pat on Kettil's shoulder. "Watches for my swag; good learning will come! Also phone is still working, yes, have been taking pictures! But, mrrr, as for places would like try seeing Death n' Conquest 'fore day is up personally, so can know all isles. If don't mind going back, you two can be guides?"

Thinking he'd heard his name, the zomboil turned his head to see two all-too familiar boils fielding the small crowd towards them. "Ah, Yin, Alex!" he hailed, waving his free hand. "Would like come to Death with us?"

"Errr...O-okay?" That meant her feet would be off the ground, but...she trusted Calder. He wouldn't toss her or drop her or anything...right? Regardless of this trust she had in him, she trembled lightly as she took him up on his offer, crawling onto his back and shoulders to get a better view of the crowd.

"Aymeeeeet~!"

(( ENTERING ))

Aymet was somewhere near the back of the crowd, experiencing the delayed disappointment that came from not really getting the message at first. They couldn't leave? Man who had even scheduled this.

It would have been really nice to be back at the kind of safe campus at Amityville, where the dangers were, if not predictable, at the very least they weren't in an entirely unfamiliar environment. He missed his quiet cave. There was always a heavy clanking and groaning of the forges near the death dorms, and the famine dorm was one big weeklong sleepover party. It was throwing him off to be here and not there, everything here was a little surreal, a little strange. As of the end of his class in Death, everything the horsemen around him did was being cast in a sinister light.

Well, if they were stuck, they'd just have to investigate this place a little better. As he turned back to the island portals, he heard his name. Amrita?

"Over here!" he called from the portal setup, waving his arms.

((enter))

Edel gazed on nonchalantly as the crowd gathered to head back to Halloween, only to be informed that their return would be delayed by a day and that they were free to visit the rest of the Isles as long as they maintained their good behaviour. The ghoul sighed, already missing her dorm back at Amityville after what could be considered a rather dull week spent at the Isle of Famine for her ... though that was mostly because her friends were elsewhere.

Speak of the devil, her cellphone lit up in that instant to show a text received from Moure. Figuring that the rest (which would inevitably include Danny) would be there on the Isle of Death, the ghoul decided to make her way there. Surely, she wasn't too excited about the volcanoes, but seeing something new would be great.

.... Seeing Moure would be great too.

((exit))