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Camilla was so smart. look she found an easier way to obtain candy. Carlos just gave her a toothy grin. though he didn't know who she waved at.

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Carlos had tried the Wolf in sheep's clothing dogs, and eaten several. he was now pretty much set for the night. His attention kept drifting out toward where everyone else was at watching people mostly chat and hang around eachother. It was all interesting and he was listening to so many phrases that were interesting. his ears swiveled as he munched.

But then Camilla caught his attention. "I should like to play a game." Carlos laughed and offered Camilla an arm. off they would go!

Zar in general wasn't sure how he felt that day. He enjoyed parties that much was true, (at least the ones which did not involve his family) but there was always an anxiety twisted up in his natural instincts to gravitate towards large events. He was a bundle of dualities and conflicts and it made everything rather difficult. This was no different, excitement and dread fighting for dominance in his thoughts. It was going to be difficult to avoid starting a fight with Calder at some point given their rather stubborn personalities at even the best of times, but he was for the most part in a good mood, after all he'd been bored cooped up in the castle avoiding actual work for long enough and was pleased to get out.

On the way to the event he chattered amicably to Calder, already giving the impression he was in a better mood than usual and out to impress the kelpie with just how pleasant he could be without Barth around to make snide comments at.

He was dressed remarkably as the big bad wolf, wearing a suit as always, but one of his very old ones, roughed up and torn deliberately without a shirt under it at all. Most remarkably was the fleece, the shed skin of his natural form which he wore wrapped around himself, over his shoulders in a silver ruff, its empty eyeholes on his head showing that beneath the pelt, his hair was completely absent, as also ( unnervingly )- were his eyebrows.

He smiled, all teeth and delight and nodded to Calder. "It's lovely." he said. "All the lovelier with company."

"Hi Junko!" Xiu grinned, turning again so that she could wrap one arm around the ghoul and give her an affectionate squeeze in greeting, "It's so nice to see you!" She had been a little worried that she would be the only alumni around, so it came as a huge relief to see two of her closest friends had decided to attend as well.

Just as the baku turned to look at whoever had caught Junko's (horrified) attention, she suddenly felt something hit her in the back. Xiu jumped in surprise, and probably would have lost her balance in these heels had she not still had her arms around her friends' shoulders.

"...w...what was that? ...But um, oh! Junko, you remember Vaith, don't you?" She gestured towards the reaper boil, feeling a familiar warmth in her chest to be with so many old friends again. There were still a lot of people who she loved and who were missing tonight, but she felt thankful nonetheless.

Uru had paced about his room for about an hour or so, fiddling with his cuff links which were perfectly okay the first six times he had fastened them. He had changed his ties thrice only to return to the first one he had on before that went well with his suit. He shouldn't be so nervous about this. It was Damien, they spend time together all the time, and yet he was nervous. Should he get him early? Should he wait? What if Damien wasn't ready? What if he was. He let a soft hiss as he stopped in his pacing. He tore his eyes to the fridge, grabbing the pristine corsage before slamming the door behind him.

Jack it, he was just going to go. It was Damien.

Uru stood in front of the monster's door that he had opened many times before, probably twice that day. He stood tall, broad shoulders, small, plastic box in his hand bent at a nintey degree to his chest, the other the same way behind him. He swallowed before knocking.

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He wasn't even sure what he was nervous about. Here he was with Damien in his stunning outfit that - in his opinion - put him to shame. Then again, he was just kinda following the monster around with their cups of punch in hand with the music blaring overhead. It had a good beat. They were mingle and Uru was smiling. Perhaps a bit put on for the public, but it made for good memories of them together.

"I didn't know what I had expected from this. It's not that bad of a thing. Almost reminds me of my mother's parties."

Seiji allowed his fiance to pull him along, smiling down at her as she headed across the gym towards her, their, friends. When she stopped to drape herself over Xiu's shoulder's the boil would offer a grin to Vaith. "Hey buddy, long time no see." Long time. Very long time, and he wasn't without fault. There was that long stretch of time where the ghost had been relatively unsocial. Then depressed, distracted, down again, and once more distracted. The last two years had been a bit of a roller coaster.

Xiu would receive a friendly smile, and Hel as well, though her attention hadn't made it to him quite yet. Not that he could blame her, Junko was certainly worth a stare or two in her lovely outfit.







Yaya was a vision in a blue and green sari. Henna had been artfully applied, and dark hair pulled up and back in elaborate curls and loops. Even still, it hung down back her knees, tickling her ankles as she walked on Marosa's arms.

Dark fingers slid along the sleeve of his jacket at the compliment, and he turned to smile up at him. "As do you, my sweet." Up on her toes, she lay a soft press of lips to his cheek.

She could feel the tension in his arm, the set of his shoulders, though didn't know the cause. It wasn't the first time they'd been to prom together, and it wasn't the first dance they had attended. She slid her fingers down between his, offering a reassuring squeeze. "You're very tense," she pointed out softly as she drew him along the wall just past the entrance. "Are you alright?"

Facing him, she touched one of the celtic knots on his vest, tracing the design with the tip of a gradient painted nail. The djinn wanted him to enjoy himself. She wanted a lovely evening for the both of them.




Blue eyes widened a touch before Zaire was leaning in to give him playful nibble with the fake teeth. It did indeed tickle, and the smaller boil laughed, tried to pull away, and found a strong arm curled around his back blocking his escape. He squirmed, pushing at the larger boil until the attack ended and Zaire was smirking down at him. "It tickles!"

Settling again, he smoothed his vest and under shirt, palms sliding over his thighs before coming back up to loop around the mahamba's wrist once again. "No. I mean, I don't think so?" He hadn't heard if Tink or Reese would be here tonight, or Simply, or anyone else he was sort of friendly with. That thought came with the realization that he probably needed more friends. He supposed the two demons Zaire introduced him to, Zel and Xyra, counted, but he just didn't know them that well yet.

"If you were human, I wouldn't eat your flesh." Uru scoffed, nudging him with an elbow because his free hand was opposite and the closest was occupied with a red cup. He shook his head when it dawned on him what Damien had dressed as. Sure they've talked about it... but seeing Damien, as stunning as he was in read because he could totally pull off the color, was that they were in fact doing the 'Moderately sized Werewolf and little human flower girl in the forest' tale. "When they see the menacing red and noble me, they'll get the idea." He grinned.

While the corsage was being used, it wasn't used what it was for. It was for the best, the gesture was made. It would have thrown off the attire's appearance.

Leaning in, "Do you see anyone you know?" He offered. He didn't see anyone he had, but perhaps it would be a good idea to know more of Damien's friends when he could. He was suppose to be mingle, not sticking to Damien's side like a scared pup.

These parties were not a new thing for the demon. It was actually the norm back at the estate, as much as he had hated going to them. Still was made to go and just made the best of it. Sure he had his grumpy expression that turned away offers to dance, but it was okay events.

Nekhbet was in her own mind, the star of the show. She had the perfect hairstyle that took hours to get right. The perfect prom dress to match her eyes and hair, accessories that sparkled and of course her purple scarab ring and ankh necklace. Even her wraps were pristine today, enough to hide the decay underneath. Oh did she sparkle like this, her red eyes scanned the hallway into the dance hall. Where was Hayas? She had insisted on him accompanying her to prom as her date. Which of course wasn't how things were supposed to go. But she needed a distraction and an excuse so as not to be asked by any of the other undead students.

Tapping her foot impatiently a deepening scowl grew on her face. This particular boil was exceptionally late. Most people were never this late and it looked horrible on her image. Worse yet, she had to meet him here, and not at her dorm. He didn't even have the nerve to pick her up like a proper boil would do. Figuring she had been stood up Nekhbet seemed to humm with frustration as she lifted the edges of her long skirt and moved towards the entrance. Gripping her purse tightly, well as tightly as her fingers would allow without coming apart that was, she searched the entrance. The shame she felt at having been stood up was building. That was until her eyes had fallen on the familiar figure of her date.

"Hayes!" Nekhbet shouted. Anger boiled within her features. "You're late! Where have you been! You should have been here to greet me." Her foot stomped down in a tantrum like manner as she chucked her purse in his direction. "You've made me look like a complete mock standing there by myself all this time. Now hurry up, pick that up and take me in." She demanded.

"He says hi!" Vaith lowered his phone, one finger scrolling through the messages at a slow pace, as the baku practically tried to climb over his shoulder to see Ren's messages. "He thinks you're a hot date." Vaith whispered with a wide grin, turning back to face Hel, blown away by Hel's excited statement.

"Uh, it is--"

He was saved from making a bashful reply as Junko entered the scene, turning his head slightly to shield his (slightly) blushing expression. Hel termed it best. Coughing to cover up his thrown off emotions, he was pulled together by his old teammates.

"Seiji, Junko. Hard to forget with our-- uh-- experiences. It's great seeing you two." Junko looked amazing, especially next to Seiji. Vaith was comforted by their long relationship, remembering the old days. What a blast from the past.