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"Hey Than! I'm Vesper." The Shadow Hound introduced herself as she swung a kick at a shadowling, which, if it hadn't hit, would have sent her unlaced, hobnailed boot sailing like a game ball over game posts. What she wasn't doing in damage per hit she was definitely doing with enthusiasm, and if she'd been able to weaponize zeal, something would have caught fire.

"Hey, Skitter wrangler? You ok?" She asked, catching the Chimera coming to the boyles rescue out of the way. The boyle had turned a tasty shade of red, which was sort of cute and amusing, or would have been under different circumstances. She put it off to exertion rather than embarrassment, and was pleased with him for clearly trying so hard that he'd gone red in the face. They were a rather unexpected little pack,but she approved of them. They were Clawesome.

"Sorry, haven't seen any cats anywhere!"





((sketch under spoiler))

Miyuki gave the other girl a rather unfriendly look. She did not like people taking liberties with her name unless that person was a friend. Before she could offer a properly scathing comment, the Ickycom managed to scratch out it's message. Internally, she scoffed, wondering how exactly anyone thought that message would lead to an "orderly exit." And sure enough, she watched from her spot near the wall as other shoppers raced from the mall in a stampede. Still, the creatures seemed to have retreated and Miyuki turned to gather her bags. This debacle had put her in the mood for a frozen beverage and Miyuki felt she had more than earned herself a little treat.

As she was reaching for her first bag, the ground began to shake and Miyuki caught her balance against the wall. "Just great..." She sighed in deep annoyance. Her gaze flicked briefly to the cat girl...what was her name? Kattarina? "Hope you are ready for more." She said to the other girl, her voice devoid of most emotion as her light blue eyes fixed on the holes opening up around them. Running didn't seem to be an option at this point and the holes were too random to assume a high ground would be easy to find. Raising her parasol on front of her Miyuki took a couple stabs at the new creatures as they came toward her. This style of fighting was not something she was used to, but Miyuki was determined not to lose to mere shadows. Despite her attempts however, she didn't do any damage to her targets but earned herself several nasty scratches to her legs, ruining her thigh length stockings in the process.

He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, the skating ghoul who was eerily silent coming after him. The hair on the back of his neck prickled, raising, and he bared his fangs a little in anticipation though not necessarily consciously. Once he'd settled back near Touchstone, and the ghoul with the bat reached out as if to ruffle his hair, Van simply shut his eyes and froze, like he thought she was going to change her mind and hit him.

He wasn't exactly terribly brave, was he.

He would, however, accept the pets, should she follow through; Van was surprisingly not averse to pets! He might be embarrassed about it, but he'd still enjoy it.

"H-hi," Van managed to stutter out, his face blushing hard again.

He finally realized that Kari was basically in tears, and he got super uncomfortable, and started to apologize; a ghoul in tears?! No thank you! "Whoah, whoah! I just don't know you! I mean, hey, I'm all for a little order... okay, well, not really, but-- I mean-- I kind of do what I want?" Van looked like he might cry, now; he was feeling super uncomfortable by the whole situation, and his only remedy was to suddenly blurt out: "Wow, look at that.. um... thing over there yeah I should do something about all of those important tasks yessuper important bye now ok!" his voice got more and more obscure as he moved back to Touchstone to attempt another heal.

Yiska found herself walking aimlessly through the maul, a grimace carved on her features as she tapped the side of her leg in an annoyed fashion. These creatures were walking around and destroying things before she could even look at them, and every fiber in her being wanted to destroy every single one of them.

She wanted them gone.

< Is the path of the dreamer the one you seek? >

Growling at the voice in her head that she didn't know the source of, the alp reached up and adjusted her hat, taking the crown that seemed to appear from nowhere. She didn't question it, however, as often times jacking stuff like this appeared all the time in her dreams.

The alp glanced around and grimaced as she saw other people, making sure her hat was on very well before she trodded over and decided to heal someone that looked rather dumb.

She gave them a look that clearly said You're welcome.

Yiska was helping.

Introductions were a little hard to to do in the midst of battle.

Although, that was a unique way of remembering someone.

And then it came, if things were not worse... Areas around them began to become engulfed in shadows, taking the shops as dozen upon dozens of golden orbs blinked into existence in that black voice. The hellhound felt a chill down his spine, a chill not his own. His tail flicked irritable behind him as he began to back toward the group. He was retreating, a tact he did not normally prefer. This has become more dangerous than he had imagine and he was with a group of sturdy people. He could only imagine what the club building was handling this right now.

"Guys." he uttered, trying to draw people's attention to the surrounding darkness.

"We could exchange names later..."

Uru swung at a bold shadow that lunged at him.

" 'S Matter? You can't talk and punch?" Vesper challenged, though her ears were pinned back and her lips curled back in a display that was as much nerves as bravado. That was a LOT of shadow creatures. The yellow blinking eyes were like sinister fireflies, and she clenched her fists more tightly just to hear the creak of leather as she edged to back closer to the mismatched group of youths who had come together in the chaos to fight, lashing out with a brief snarl at the throng around them.

Her swift strike eliminated one of the throng, but that was like taking water out of a lake with an eyedropper. Satisfying only until you considered the context.