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Cymbeline had decided to throw her crazy tantrums outdoors this day, taking her mind off hunters and Insanity and questions questions questions forever by yelling at squirrels, and chasing imaginary monsters in the woods. It had been lovely~ Lovely and peaceful and almost quiet in her mind when she finally returned to the vicinity of her Lair.

And found herself amidst a slowly growing crowd.

Had Pesty thrown something exciting again? The ghoul grinned, sliding through the crowd. Although she intended on finding the source of the impromptu gathering, she paused when she thought she maybe might have once upon a time recognized a maybe-familiar redheaded figure. Maybe. Oh, but he smelled of ANGER~

With a grin she slid up close to the demon West and his company. "What is this?" She whispered in his ear, teeth bared in a maniacal smile.

Zar wasn't sure what Christof had signed this time, but nevertheless paid him full attention as he did so, he might have not had a clue about the details but he was always determined to be as polite as he could, at least as new as he was. He did look mildly, very mildly surprised as Calder hugged Barth, not having his fellow demon down as the hugging type, mentally filing this display as proof they had to be very good friends indeed.

"Oh yes, that certainly sounds like a plan." was his response to the kelpie's proposed idea to the footwear problem. He approved a lot. Having someone else there with hooves to also add input sounded ideal. "As long as Barth doesn't mind." Which he very subtly suspected he would. Perhaps the kelpie would have the relationship clout to get his way reguardless.

His attention however was quickly brought back to Christof, who he was glad was translated on his behalf. "Oh." He replied to Barth.

Anyone else would have said of course they didn't have their enrolment paperwork. But Zar wasn't just anyone.

Unbuttoning his jacket he opened one side of it, where someone more normal might keep concealed weapons or at least some kind of contraband unveiling pockets upon pockets containing various official looking documents, daintily he flicked through the largest of them with his claws until he came across the paper he seemed to be seeking, laminated neatly. He offered it to Christof obligingly. "I hope that will suffice." It was indeed his enrolment certificate, filled out in full.

It was only then he actually noticed the ghoul, far too overwhelmed by all the new faces, at least giving her a grateful smile for her efforts in translating. He wasn't fond of being one of the few people present who found Christof unreadable.

Jove's big blue eyes took in everything, including the way that unfamiliar reaper stared at him... Sure he had made great strides in curbing his fear of reapers, he now had a couple as friends even! But when one stared at him, it still made him nervous. He almost unconsciously hid himself behind Herryk, only peeking around to listen to his big friend talk.

His ear perked. Their tummies were upset? Jove remembered the queasy feeling he got on occasion when he was really anxious about things, and wondered if it was the same thing. He glanced up at the staring reaper, and then at the much less frightening zombie, one he saw briefly during the haunted house trip, before everything went bad... Jove abruptly let go of that thought. He would be careful! He was always careful!

Unfortunately today his looks said otherwise, with his left ear refusing to perk like his right, bruises on his left cheekbone, and what even looked like claw marks lower down on his jaw and neck, it was impossible to say what he had been fighting with!

As far as Mort was concerned for a few seconds, Herryk was a really weird almost-black-hole and Freya was like some sort of wilting angel. And then some small fluffy thing came by, and Herryk was all squeals. Mort moaned again and sucked a deep breath through his nose, exhaling it out in a sigh. "D-Din't eat n-n-nothin' . . ."

That look Chuppi had given them. Had it been because she was terrified of how sick they looked, that i might have been contagious? Or . . . had that been guilt in her eyes he'd seen? But why would she look guilty? Could chupacabras even do something to make them sick? Aaagahgag.

Mortimer still managed to sit up nonetheless, looking a little better than absolutely not-reanimated-corpse dead. "H-Hai there," he managed to say to the newcomer boil. "U-Um, Herryk? Can b-borrow eyePhone f-f-for sec?"

West's attention was (thankfully) snatched away again, this time in favor of Cymbeline the bony lunatic. No, she wasn't disconcerting at all. Perhaps even more so than blue fire.

"Hey, uh, I dunno really?" he replied, trying to move away from her hissing whisper without looking like he was doing so. "I jus' came 'ere to fight... someone... anyone who was 'ere, really." That reminded him... "Any others'a you heirs around?" Like Eris? Ahem. He didn't say that part.

There may have been something approaching snickers issuing from Mandy as she watched the exchanges going on, one hand over her mouth to muffle herself. She hadn't quite gotten what had Barth so apprehensive about this 'Zar' until he'd mentioned paperwork.

Mandy got Barth's aversion to paperwork, she had come with all three copies done in triplicate except for the signature when she made her old contract with Barth after all. So watching him try to avoid anything to do with a demon whose aspect was paperwork, hilarious.

"I think lending your room for this sounds very kind of you Barth, it is so spacious after all and plenty of soft surfaces if anyone slips. A wonderful gesture from you for Calder, aye?"

No Mandy was not going to help him out of this.

Yup. Still recording with the eyephone. This is definitely not Mot's player keeping track of where she backread.