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She had spotted her sister before Na'ima had spotted her. Cocking an eyebrow as she watched her older sister kiss a tall male next to her. This must have been the stallion that they had discussed previously.

Falair supposed she could see why Na was interested in the male. Not quite what she had expected but it was her sister's choice, not her's.

When Na'ima cupped her cheeks, Falair puffed them out just a bit. "I am fine. Though I am surprised to see you here, Na'ima. Halloween public transportation does not suit you." She jerked her chin towards Wrath. "I assume that is him then, interesting." Her gaze was more focused on him now than her sister.

Ignatius wasn't a big fan of buses, actually.

They were slow, they were confined, and they most of all were very slow. Ignatius didn't like being in one place too long, and having to sit in this bus seat and wait, fidgeting and shifting so much it was likely annoying the people around him, did not really sit well with the young man. The last thing he wanted to do was to keep sitting there. Were they there yet? Ignatius hoped it wouldn't be too much longer before he was able to finally get up and do anything else but continued to sit and fidget and glance outside and shift and -- wait, was the ground shaking?

The bus ride became considerably more exciting when the bus driver who clearly did not know what he was doing utterly derailed, leading them into something of a free roller coaster ride. While some looked a bit nauseous and others may have looked a bit frantic, Ignatius lifted his arms up like he was on one of those coasters and let out a happy whoop of excitement as he went along for the ride.

It was almost too bad it was over so soon.

Still, the ride had become considerably more interesting, and when he stood up once they came to a stop, he did so with an excited woop and a pleased grin. Perhaps he could ask the bus driver to do that again on the way back...

Wait.

Where were they, anyway?

It wasn't often that Sacha actually took a bus to get supplies. He liked his ingredients fresh, which meant not buying in bulk and saving for later, so near daily trips to make his purchases were necessary. For anything particularly large he had it delivered, and even if it happened to be something precisely in the middle he rarely resorted to public transportation.

That was for the lesser undead or those that couldn't afford cabs, not for him.

Yet somehow here he was, trying to ignore the bumpy ride by snapchatting with Antoinette and mostly ignoring her comments about how many stalker photos he seemed to be taking of Elly.

They weren't stalker photos. He had even known about one of them.

It kept his mind off of the gnawing in his stomach as the ride seemed to stretch on almost indefinitely until suddenly there was a lurch, the bus rolling until he wasn't sure which way was up before finally stopping altogether.

He looked up from where he was draped over Elly's knees, wings flaring out as if somehow they could steady him, and gave him the best look that he could. "We're never taking the bus again."

She had been running chores diligently to the point where she was starting to become unbearable in her requests if there was more to do in the tower. In the end, an older brother had run out of things for her to do and fetch, and simply advised her to “go outside and take a look.”

Gzifa wasn't a child despite her appearance, and immediately understood what he had meant. Which was fair enough, it had been a while since she had some time alone to go exploring.

Well, as long as it didn't turn out like the last time when she got lost and came back to find her home destroyed.

The bus ride was terribly inefficient and bumpy, and the war horsewoman had a good mind to simply exit the damned vehicle and ride on her own cassowary. That was just moments before the bus tumbled down the cliff.

Swearing under her breath, she climbed out of the wreckage and dusted herself off. The air around her was a little funny, and the woman took a furtive sniff or two. She rolled her shoulders back, deciding that this was nothing to phase her.

The fog meant that it was not good for her to fly about, lest she crash into a tree and embarrass herself. Travel on foot was rather dull and slow though. Perhaps she would just hang around and observe the rest of the creeple that have gathered around the fallen wreck.

The horsewoman began to think back to a dream she had a while ago, about some knights and what not. The memory was rather hazy, but she would recognise that pathetic wuss anywhere. Creeping up on him and breaking into a dash, Gzifa came crashing into the boil and tackling him into the ground.

“Sup.” she sneered, leering at him.

Ivar was rather alarmed that the ghoul would suggest that he would want to eat her. “No, not at all,” he drew his hand over his chest, “Dark elves have no business in eating people.” He reached into in coat to pull out a handkerchief, offering it to the ghoul who was now crying. “Take this? It's alright.”

Watching to make sure she was calm enough, he began to introduce himself, speaking softly and slowly. “I'm Ivar Elof, it's nice to meet you. Are you perhaps alone? My er,” he paused to search for a word, “Friend and I will try to help you, so don't worry.”

There was an obvious sigh of relief after his words of promise. Uchitels, this one won't eat me, it's okay to talk to him right? she thought and asked her custodians not there. Instead of she reaching out, a tendril took the handkerchief and dropped it to her open hands. "Th-Thank you." She pressed the delicate fabric against her cheeks and below her eyes, so that she looked less miserable.

"....I-I am Arynek Neas, nice-nice to meet you too." Before finishing her words, her face exploded in rosy color. It felt so embarrassed and awkward to talk to male creatures, she pulled her hood down and grasped onto her skirt. "I-I will return it after I wash, I-I am not supposed to be here, I wanted to go to a village near the Halloween Town." The hands on the dark nice fabric curled up in distress. "My cat ran away, I need to find it back." Her toes wiggled inside her boots and she squirmed in worries. The tendrils of her cloak moved in an interesting way, like seaweeds drifting in the ocean sometimes, like the furs of scared small animals sometimes. They were wrapping around the ghoul now, like a shield of protection.

The spider woman was a little unnerving, only because she seemed a tad mean. And pointy. Armageddon took a small step back, her anxious crow flapping uselessly in her hair. "Erm... yes. No? Well, you see.. I was just wondering... where we were."

Her hands smoothed out her frumpy dress. As if it did much. Her stringy hair was already a mess thanks to Atelier. Looking presentable was a useless effort.

"To be honest I don't even recall where it was I wanted to go. And since we crashed anyway, I doubt we are where we intended to be." She didn't have answers, but she wasn't about to assume no one else did too. It was always sensible to ask others when in doubt.

She readjusted her trusty tool belt, customized to hold her makeshift alchemy equipment. Really, it was all play things. A gourd full of vinegar sloshed at her side, a strap kept her sketchbook in place, and a few pockets held glass vials of baking soda. One seemed to have cracked thanks to the crash.

It had been a bad idea from the start. Really, Leo knew that no good could ever come of visiting her aunt; she insisted on calling her Nora, harped on about the 'youth of today' and most irritatingly of all, expected the Mare to spend hours listening to her talk about her collection of minipet taxidermy.

Ugh. But her dad had insisted and had even gone to the trouble of planning her route in detail and really, she just had trouble saying 'no' to her family. Leo knew it and so with a defeated sigh she'd done as instructed, boarded the bus she'd been told to and then entered Hell.

Maybe it'd been the wrong bus, she thought with a hand securely in front of her mouth, queasily trying to focus on something other than the wild movements of the vehicle. Maybe she could use this as an excuse to avoid her aunt, say she was feeling unwell --

- but then her family would probably call in FEAR healers and she'd be exposed as not being unwell at all, really, unless you counted motion sickness. Which didn't count. And then there would be trouble all around. A lot of trouble. Waaay more trouble than she had the patience for.

The drive to her execution could at least have been a bit more comfortable though. The music was terrible and way too loud and she couldn't find a seat made for someone as short as herself, which meant that every time the snake slithered, she slid all over the seats. Her neighbour had given up and moved seat after the second time it'd happened, nevermind her profound apologies.

The scenery outside was changing, but Leo hadn't noticed, too busy trying to stay in one place and keep her queasiness in. What she did notice was the sudden tilt of the bus and then the flips made her cling to the seat in front of her, trying desperately not to get tossed around.

It'd worked well enough for the first two flips but on the third one her grip had slid and she'd accidentally let go, getting knocked about in the tumult.

And then there was momentary silence, at least in Leo's head, as she blinked rapidly and tried to take inventory of her damages. Which... weren't as bad as she'd feared, really, she hadn't even vomited (which was a blessing, all things considered). A few knocks about had made her sore, but nothing particularly threatening, thankfully. Gingerly, she got up, taking in the sight of all the creeple milling about, seemingly as confused as her.

Oh jack, she sighed mentally, drawing a hand over her face and trying to find her inner calm. At least she was pretty sure the visit to her aunt was off, considering her surroundings, which were distinctly not her aunt's quaint little village. Well, from what she could see - the fog was dense and oppressive, but even her aunt's village wasn't as quaint as this one. Honestly, whoever had been in charge of building these houses ought to be fired - most of them looked ready to topple over at a moment's notice. They were probably lucky that the bus hadn't hit any of them, because she was pretty sure that'd have been a disaster.

Withdrawing from the window she'd been peeking out of, Leo went to get out of the bus and stretch her legs. There were creeple everywhere and she weaved between them as seamlessly as could be expected from someone with a sore body creaking all the way.

Outside she stopped, stretched and listened to her joints pop before sighing blissfully. Alright, time to get this sorted out. Scouting around, she noticed several creeple she'd seen around before as well as -

Hel! The Mare lit up, waving energetically at the older ghoul. Whatever happened, it couldn't be too bad as long as her mentor was here; even if any baddies were hiding in this fog, she was sure that Hel was more than a match for them. And Leo would do her best too, of course.

Starting now! With a determined nod to herself, the ghoul set off into the village to hopefully find someone who could help them all back to civilization.

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