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“Well, keep me informed with how things are going, ya? I am very curious!” She continued to sway with the boil despite whatever the beat the music might be, and laughed a bit. “Ha! I know, right? But I did have a very impressive beard for…non-Viking standards. You are right though; beards are not really for ghouls.”

After a bit more swaying, the ghoul lightly patted his shoulders. “Well, I thank you once again for humoring me, friend. I greatly enjoyed this! Do not let me hold you up though if you want to be somewhere else.”

"We will try," Jericho nodded before taking a step back after she patted him on the shoulders.

"Try not to abuse that power too much, by the way. But... We should be making our rounds. Must make sure things are in order," the dragon said to the Valkyrie, "Thank you for the dance as well."

“I know, Jericho.” Hel said, her expression suddenly going solemn. “With great power comes great responsibility…” She paused. “And a lot of ******** razors.” She grinned then, and gave the dragon a small salute. “Got ya. If you want another dance later or company, come find me! I would be more than happy! It was my pleasure.”

That being said, Hel wandered back on out towards the edge of the dance crowd and pulled her mask back down, fussing with the bits of her wig as well.

"I'll keep that in mind," the dragon said with a weak grin. He even chuckled a little at Hel's comment. Watching her meld into the crowd once more, he turned away to wander elsewhere as well.

"It's alright, again your concern was touching." Salbei continued to smile in a manner he hoped was reassuring, reaching out with an unbloodied hand to pat her head and resisting every urge to ruffle her hair. "You are adorable, little filly." He chuckled, giving her head a little pat like a parent who was briefly congratulating their child.

"Danny. Pleasure to meet you, Danny." His head tilted, trinkets in his hair clinking softly as he listened to the music suddenly, trying to figure out what the heck this was. It was likely an attempt to distract the conversation from his ailment. "You scarelings have a, uh, interesting definition of music." Interesting was an understatement; in his mind, it was just a bunch of unnatural noises mashed together. But he supposed that was a cultural difference, one he would have to get used to quite quickly.

"Well, when in Conquest." He muttered to himself with a shrug, of course choosing the isle that had been completel opposite to his own. "Taima, I am unfamiliar with this music and I have no idea what your dancing is like, but would you care to dance with me?" And then he nudged Fai, gesturing towards Danny. "Perhaps you could accompany this young miss?"





"Yes, we are tied now." Needle grinned, folding her hands neatly on her lap. Her grin faltered a bit at his choice of words, pondering the implications; her hands lifted to press against her stomach. "Is that possible?" There was concern in her voice. Concern and Intrigue. A cast iron stomach? Someone could punch her and she could hurt them! As if her arms didn't already do enough damage.

"Photobooth..." The hesitation in her voice was clear as day, her head turning to look at her sister once more. "I do not mind, as long as there is warning for flashes." Likely though, Muka would get claws dug deeply into his arms; a booth wasn't a group of professionals willing to tell you when the flash was coming, after all. "Lattice, you should get one with Petro!" She sounded as encouraging as possible.

Danny smiled and said, "Okay! Go dance Taima it'll be fun!!" She let go of Sal's arm, giving him and Taima some room to walk out to the dance floor.

When she looked over at this "Fai" person though, she had second thoughts. She and plants had ... never really gotten along. Well, as long as he was okay with it... "Wanna dance?" she said, holding out her hand.

Wait, was she the boil in this situation?

Mmur was late. He wasn't terribly concerned, considering that he had no one to escort, but the horseman couldn't help but wonder what he had missed while he had been distracted. He hadn't realized just how interesting this campus was, especially under the cover of darkness.

The first thing he noticed upon entering the school auditorium was that it had taken on the sort of stuffy quality of a space that had too many people breathing in it for too long. He crinkled his nose and pushed his ever-present helm away from his glowing eyes. He hadn't bothered to get another mask, considering that his chipped skull hid his face just fine, in fact the only change he had made to his appearance was to scout around for a nicer strip of fabric to secure around his waist. This one was green with tiny gold birds stitched across it. He had a flowering vine circling his bicep as well, but to be fair, that had already been there for a couple of days.

He looked over the crowd, taking in the DJ booth, the wildly flailing students, and the refreshments. Food sounded good. Mmur ghosted across the room on his bare, calloused feet, stopping in front of the punch bowl, his eyes wide. He cupped a hand and dipped it into the liquid, bringing it up to his lips and taking a sip. Interesting.

Out of the corner of his eye, the horseman noticed a familiar fluttering. A moth! A moth a moth a moth! He had never thought he would miss their absence, but Halloween was sorely lacking packs of good, sturdy bugs. He hurried away from the food, rubbing his wet hand on his scant clothing as he approached the moth's keeper.

"Is she yours? She's quite lovely."

"Family. Definitely, I agree." Mot said warmly. His own dad was absent most of the time, especially after Mot was banned from the basement lab when he was five. So the old man got a little ticked because of a broken bottle or two. Big deal?
Little Mot had not been a careful boil with delicate science work.

Mot frowned. That was a huge dose of reality there. Next year they may not even be here anymore. "Aw. That's such a sad thought." Mot said sadly, his heart falling a bit. "Let's make sure the rest of our time here is the very best. And um.. I'd like to see you try and walk in 8 inch heels." He grinned and laughed.