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By the time Cady actually GOT to Christof, the boil had taken care of his, er, 'natomy issues. Not that she noticed. No, she was far too absorbed in staring gape-mouthed at the scene unfolding before them. Who was that man-gone-pony? And the mysterious redhead that had been hanging around the entire time? Why didn't CADY get to turn into a magical pony?!

...And. The rather rotund creature ambling out of the closet and directing orders silenced her incessant round of mental inquiry. Were those belts? There were not NEARLY enough of them. Oh, dear.

She held her breath as it walked away, afraid that a false wind might cause the beast to pop out of its binding.

Malodore stayed, though it still clung to Riley's arm like a limpet as a few more students tumbled free of the box's devious interior. It tilted its head so far to the side at Jericho's appearance that its newly-shrunken hat did fall off, and it had to let go of Riley to retrieve the thing.

Once it had, though, it glommed right back on again.

"This is either marvelous or horrifying. I haven't decided which yet," it said, its tone level.

((Fffff, you guys do such cool art! Please accept my humble attempt~))


There was a scrabbling sound as Ys tripped over her trident in her haste to make it over to the rest evacuees in time. While she had been getting ready, she could tell that there was some kind of confrontation going on, though she couldn't quite make out the nature of the conflict from her place on the edge of the group. It seemed like it was now or never though, so she put on her sunniest of smiles and skipped her way over to where the other stragglers were congregating. A glance around the group revealed no one she immediately recognized, but a couple of the faces pulled at something in the back of her memory. Perhaps she would come to know them better in the future. She glanced down at her outfit, the water in her helm splashing around as she did so, and noted its simplicity in comparison to the others. Perhaps she just wasn't as magical, but this certainly felt a great deal more shiny than her usual outfit. Somehow it had come out to be far less revealing though. And she had refused to use the shoes. Ugh, shoes. Shoving her thoughts aside, she gathered herself for her turn.

The wavelet edges of her skirt fluttered in the breeze as she struck a pose and announced her catchphrase,
"In the name of Lord Dagon, by the power of the ssssea! Those who oppossse will bow down to me!"

The look on Jericho's face was less than pleasant. As he trudged away from that wretched box, he spotted Malodore near Riley. On. That's where it was. And Riley already found it then.

"I swear I'm going to kill whoever is behind this," He growled. The dragon would tear off his skirt and whatnot, but going naked likely wouldn't help him at all.

He'd need to find some other clothes to wear as soon as possible.

Ninjin the carrot looked over to a rather muscular magical ghoul and frowned. "Killing is never the answer, unless it's a great evil. I'm sure if we all hold hands and focus our power of friendship together into a great energy, we can destroy what plagues you. I'm sure Sailor Eggplant will assist you or even Sailor Carrot!" Ninjin seemed to be missing the point that he was being held captive.

(('flails' This is...spectacularly late v.v; I'm happy not to be judged for this part or eligible for the SE...but I'd still like to be able to roleplay in the event if I'm allowed ;.; ))

While the magical box had been confiscated...It still had at least one victim transformation to reveal.

However, the person who had undergone said transformation...had yet to reveal herself.

Originally poke had been following someone else and had stopped to openly gawk at what had happened to professor red, and then other students as they went into the cardboard box. Wondering what the hell was going on, she stepped up to the box to get a better look only to be dragged into the room herself. She was then faced with a closet of the most sparkliest outfits she had ever seen in her life. Every one she looked at seemed worse then the one before. There was no way she was going to wear one of th-

-WOOOSH

Apparently the box had other ideas, and before she could do or say anything she was encompassed in a torrent of wind, sparkles and rainbows. This torrent had lasted for a good minutes before she was able to stumble out of the box, but not untouched by it's magic



"Your evil cannot defend against my awesomeness! Poke-chan, POWER UP! "

....

She looked down at herself, blinking in slow realization and taking in all the blue ribbons and the oh so very short skirt she wore, and felt a little part of her die of shame.

promptly she ran for the nearest and only cover she could find which was the upturned desk Desu-chan was hiding behind.

She did her best to hide behind said desk, although her tail with it's cute blue ribbon was still poking out. She continued to stay behind this desk for much of the other students transformations, to embarrassed to show everyone her new set of clothes

Muka was laughing.

He'd been laughing the whole time!

In fact he was pretty sure that he couldn't stop!

Amidst the laughing he'd found a way to twirl with Aislin as well as grab up Willow and Joachim and hug them. Only, of course, after they'd changed! And the whole thing about them not liking unwanted contact? Well he seemed oblivious!

Even when the teachers appeared (he thought they were teacher) he was still screeching his manical laughter amongst the din of students. He was laughing so hard that he started to choke. He choked and he hacked and he moved slightly away from the group. This was certainly embarrassing!

As the trick or treaters explained the weapons making process he was off to the side hacking hacking and "UUUURRRRRRGGGHHHH".

What actually happened was gross, and a mystery, but when he came back he conveniently had a BunnyWunny skull in his hand and his crippling laughter had died down to giggles. PERFECT WEAPONS MATERIAL.

(( I didn't want to get too graphic.. but he just hacked up an owl pellet XD ))

Art had been watching, chuckling at all the boils, with himself, and eyeing up the ghouls in their outfits... except for Helma. Oh Jack. He wanted to puke...heck, he almost did, but forced himself to swallow it. He didn't know what burned more; the image of Helma in his mind, or the vomit running down his throat. Probably Helma.

What was this now, making a weapon? He thought only Reapers could used weapons? He looked to Roch, who was already carving out what looked to be a guitar out of styrofoam. So, even the Reapers were making their own weapons.

Grabbing some cardboard and ribbons, along some plastic tubing, Art plopped himself next to Roch.

"So, you making a guitar?