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Half of the nergal was entirely unsure as to why his head was throbbing, but the rest of him had rather smartly informed him that it had something to do with the liquid he'd been imbibing with Yaya earlier, which he had promptly worked off with several rounds of rather vigorous activity involving that same lovely ghoul just afterwards. Then...he had fallen asleep, twisted in the sheets...to awaken with a notable absence of a warm body next to him. So with a groan, he'd forced himself from the warm cocoon of covers and proceeded to throw on clothing, some of it perhaps a touch more wrinkled than usual.

Ah, right...the auction was supposed to be today, and he was supposed to be there with...ah, Jack, she was probably going to scold him for that later. Shoving feet into shoes, he traipsed out the door to make his way to where they were holding the auction, and he found the proceedings already well underway. Ah well, here were a few rather familiar faces. Smiling faintly, he shambled through the room, waving at the few people that he did recognize. Oh didn't West look all wondrous and happy today! Eh, pretty much like usual....he hoped that the wrath demon wasn't in a yelling mood.

Rather unsteadily, he wobbled over, frowning at the way that Junko's hair seemed to be getting all nice and cozy with his ghoul. All right well....if Yaya couldn't handle it, he was sure one of the ghouls, if not both, would tell him. "Heeeey, guys..." He muttered, running a hand through tousled blond locks. "So what's the low-down...?" And who were these new people, hmm? He couldn't say that he recognized everyone currently in the circle about Yaya and company, so introductions were in order, though he was hardly in the sort of state to remember names. Ah well, it would just have to do, the nergal would have been cursing himself for a week had he forgotten about these goings-on.

Her smile only widened as she attempted to pronounce her name. Never before had she seen someone struggle that much with it. Though, it was understandable with the accent and all. "You as well." She added. However, aside from all of the annoying stress filled JOY that she had to go through, the rest of the trip was a little interesting. So it wasn't a complete disappointment of their first encounter.

"Nice to meet you as well." Returning the greeting with a nod and smile to Ren, she watched as he was no sooner dragged off by another boil. How amusing to watch. Directing her attention back towards Natalia, only to notice her hand over hers; Natalia's tail was suddenly shook loose of her grasp. Mei, without realizing, was still trying to reach for the were-lemurs tail with her free hand before being tugged along on her way to the stage. Oh Jack! The stage! They actually had to go up on it?! Until now, she had thought it was optional, considering Tybalt hadn't even shown his face yet! Lucky b*****d.. Hearing the were-lemurs voice speak over her trailing thoughts, she picked up her own pace as to keep up with the ghoul as she hurried up to the stage.

A good cause.. What was the cause again? Minipets? Something along those lines? Uhhh.. It was hard to remember what it was about---she didn't look to closely at what it was she was getting herself into. Watching Natalia pose for the crowd, Mei felt as though she was stuck on a lower level compared to the ghoul, and merely took her usual stance--a more casual stance. "You think so?" She asked the ghoul in a hushed tone; unsure of the whole event herself.

Her head snapped up as she heard a voice boom across the room. Apparently the dragon boil seemed to have been signed up by a mistake, or some joke? It would be interesting to see how this situation would play out.

Riley had underestimated just how loud her dragon could get, and with one last bubble of laughter she stepped up towards the stage, reaching out to get him to come to her level. When he did, she placed her hands on his shoulders to try and calm him down.

Jericho, shhh. Don't make a scene, no one will bid on you. Except Aksaja. And no one wants that. .. Except Aksaja. She was trying, very hard, to keep the laughter out of her head - but it wasn't working very well.

I signed you up for the auction, okay? I'm sorry. I know you didn't want a date, but.. well it's complicated. It would just make me happy to see you escort someone to the dance, that's all. It's not like you have to actually 'date' the winner.

She gave one wary glance at Aksaja, and a bubble of laughter threatened to come up again. And I promise, she murmured as she turned back to her friend. I brought enough seeds to make sure you get a nice, not-crazy ghoul date. So it's not so bad, is it?

She gave him the closest thing to a pitiful glance that Riley would ever come to.. which really wasn't that pitiful at all.

"I suppose interesting is one way to put it." With her chin still resting rather heavily on her own hand, still draped over Junko's shoulders, the djinn rolled somber eyes away from the wrath demon and towards her own hand as She began to move it about like some macabre puppeteer. A single dark brow twitched curiously at the complete lack of snide remark from Her, and considering she wasn't being hurt, she saw little harm in simply letting the mistress toy with her arm.

Vaguely zoned, it took Hadiyya a second to register that her friend had asked her a question, and a second longer to recall what the question was. "Oh," she started, lips pressing together thoughtfully as she considered it. "Yes, I'm fine. I think I'm just a little tired." Her voice was soft, and it wouldn't take a genius to catch the implied 'and I miss my boilfriend' tagged at the end. The mistress lifted her hand, dropped it, then reclaimed it, garnering little more then an amused sniff from the ghoul. Where was her nergal? Wasnt he awake yet?

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind then a wonderfully familiar voice sounded beside her. Speak of the devil. Perking up immediately, the water djinn turned her head so she could see him, and the weak little smile that his presence had earned slipped at the sight of him. He looked.. Ill, the poor thing. "Sharra." Her own petty worries melted away as she looked him over, from the toes of polished shoes and upward until crystal blues came to rest on half lidded acid green. Wrinkled and tousled, and every inch of imperfection her own fault. He certainly hadn't been complaining at the time, but he looked down right worst for wear now. It didn't seem the drinks were settling well in him.

Ghosting a kiss on Junko's cheek the marid carefully untangled her hand from the coils of dark hair so she could greet her sweet nergal. Delicate palms smoothing along pale cheeks so she could guide him down to a gentle press oh lips. He was late, but she could hardly blame him in his current state, and certainly not when she'd had a hand in cultivating it. "I'm sorry." all possible reasons for the apology were implied. "I'm also very glad you're here." They had plans, after all. And ill or not, she would have been disappointed if they'd missed out on them.

Introductions could wait until proper greetings were concluded, though Yaya only knew a few of the gathered students that Sharra had not previously met.

Just as he was considering tossing out another bid on Jericho, Aksaja noticed Sharra walk up out of the corner of his eye. Hmmn, well he certainly looked like he had gone a round or three with a bottle of some kind. Or perhaps more than three. Most likely.

Still, the lightning dragon couldn't help noticing that even disheveled and hungover, the Nergal wasn't bad-looking at ALL. Sliding up behind the pair, he smiled at the both of them. "Well from what I saw, the first round was pretty interesting, and now . . . we're bidding on the next round. I'll be up there later on. I was thinkin' about bidding on Jericho again just to mess with him." There was a faint smirk at that, and he tilted head at them.

"Wonder if anyone . . . interesting . . . will bid on me when I'm up . . . " And the little glances and narrowing of his eyes suggested that perhaps one of them might. Hmmm?

Tybalt almost felt the need to run. This whole auction thing sounded fun at first... It even involved helping a friend out, but... now that he was there up on stage, he was starting to have second thoughts. As much as he liked attention, he didn't like being the center of attention. In fact, he avoided it as much as he could. So why he signed up for something like this to begin with was beyond him. At least he wasn't wearing any silly outfits like some of the others were wearing. Nope! Instead he was dressed in some of his preferred clothing. Something he was much more comfortable wearing. As for what happened to the other outfit he was supposed to wear? Well... Let's just say it met a very unfortunate end involving fire. Still. Even dressed in his usual clothing, he felt awkward up on stage... Way too awkward. When would this be over, anyways?

After what felt like two hours, ( actually only a few minutes had passed ) he began to seriously debate on sneaking off stage or not. At least... he did until he heard his name called out during the auction---along with a bid! Crap! With a sudden wave of both curiousity and sheer panic, he began to frantically scan the crowd for the source; unsure of who it was who had made the bid. Though if anything, he could have sworn the voice was familiar. It was kind of hard to tell actually. Everyone was being so loud and the voice was kind of small... He wasn't sure if he would be able to make it out or no---wait. Was it...? Nah! Couldn't have been! ...Chuppi? Could it really have been Chuppi? He wasn't sure... It didn't seem like something Chuppi would do. Then again, maybe she was trying to help him out? Would she do that? Maybe... Well, if it was, he was grateful! At least it was possibly someone he knew and actually got along with!

Suddenly filled with relief, he jumped off the stage the moment the first part of the auction was completed and began to weave and push through the crowd until he located the small Chupacabra. Though the moment he got a good look at her, he noticed that she looked rather worried about something. In fact, she looked as though she was gonna' be sick! Belladonna was there too and she seemed to be aware of Chuppi's worried look as well. Maybe she was just nervous? It was pretty crowded in here and this kind of event really did call for nervousness. Unless of course you were the overly confident type---like that demoness, Sin. Though how she could be that confident in that outfit, in front of people, would forever be a mystery to him.

"Hey guys!" He called, as he pushed past the last person blocking his path from the two ghouls. "Was that you who bid on me?" He asked; head tilted out of curiosity as his gaze set on Chuppi. Clearly there was no anger present in his expression. In fact, if anything he looked hopeful.

(( Sorry I took so long to post ;;; ))

Riley's reassurance did it's job, and Amrita breathed a sigh of relief; though the brush through her hair certainly helped a lot, too. Moments after the Demoness' fingers left her dark hair, Amrita gave a startled jolt and let out a rather loud cry of surprise, flailing to pull something out of it's hiding place on her person; a skelephone. A vibrating skelephone.

Shaking enough on her own from the startle, she awkwardly opened the phone and held it up higher for herself to be able to read it. It was from Lizzy, she could tell that much...but the rest of it was practically christmas to her.

It took her a while to read it, all the while muttering under her breath in some lame attempt to read it out loud. What was 'DDDD8'? Hrm, she'd have to ask later. Eventually, she figured out what Lizzy was trying to ask...

"WHAT?! NO! I...I JUST...I'M TRYING TO HELP!"

...And she answered verbally. Loudly, with her eye wide and a dark blush creeping onto the fleshy half of her face, but verbally. To a text.

Smart.

When the next batch of victims were called up to the stage, West might as well have lost control of his jaw. Ho. Lee. Crap. Jericho was never going to live this down. West couldn't even muster up a laugh, he just... stared.

The dragon's anger was a thing of beauty.

West might have shed a tear. No, not really.

Apparently this was all Riley's doing. Maybe he'd have to rethink his opinion of the mindflayer. Although, to be fair, nefarious stealth brain wipers could possess senses of humor too, he supposed.

West crossed his arms over his chest and remained transfixed on the auction's proceedings. He watched Aksaja and Amrita bid on the mortified boil, and even though things seemed to be calming down, he hoped beyond hope that someone would see fit to throw a punch.