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Verusha got the text while in a peculiar predicament. The sound of her phone chiming its little tune, and vibrating in her phone pulled her attention away from the chumps that were groaning and writhing on the ground in agony. They were littered with bruises, cuts, and battered pretty good, clutching to their bodies desperately. The reaper stood victoriously, though had some damage herself from the fight. It'd been awhile since idiots had tried something stupid enough with her to need a good beat down, but... she wasn't complaining.

Wiping blood from her knuckles, and swiping the cut on her lip, the ghoul reached to her singing pocket to pull out her phone, checking the text. Finally, it was time. Grinning, she shot back a reply, and pocketed it.



Cannon growled fiercely at the fallen foes, his fire rippling sharply along his spine, only letting up when Verusha started to head for her dorm. She managed to clean up the blood, and packed up her bass, hoisting up her amp once she'd pulled on a hoodie to cover up some of her battle scars. With all she needed in tow, she headed on her way with Cannon at her side.

It didn't take too long for her to show up, remembering enough of how to get there, not to mention Cannon's superb tracking abilities helped out big time. Looking around, she only noticed the small tyke and other ghoul present in terms of individuals she'd yet to meet.

"Looks like I'm first to the party, huh?"

BLP's drummer arrived on the scene just as things seemed to be getting interesting. A brow arched as he took in Roch and his sitter, a ghoul he'd never seen before(had to be a new bassist.), and Cisco causing mayhem. "Never a dull moment here," he'd comment dryly as he made his way towards the scareling, waving poor Terra away with a smile. It looked like she'd been busy with something. "I've got him sweetheart, go ahead and help Roch." He flashed her a grin, kneeling on the concrete near a toppled over box of filter boxes.

"Yo, lil'man." Gripping the edge of a table, he bent to peer under it at the toddler. "You gunna stay under there? Or you gunna come out and say hi to your favorite uncle?" Fashing sharp teeth, he held a hand out to Cisco, and when the child was close enough he'd hook an arm around him and haul him up.

Potential future disasters averted, the ghost headed back for the trio of reapers with the kid tucked under his arm, giggling like a banshee. "Hey bro, Terra." A pause as glowing eyes turned to the ghoul he didn't know, but he smiled politely, offering his freehand. "Hi, I'm Seiji. Drummer."

"Sup, Nahm!" Roch said as he just let Seiji do whatever he wanted to his kid.

"DUMS!" Seiji burst out after giggling, pointing demandingly at the drumset in the middle of the room. "Dums, 'Eiji, DUMS!" Then he twisted in the hold, giving Seiji the biggest pleading eyes in the WORLD. "We dums?" he asked.

"Not today, kid, we're having band practice and Aunt Terra is babysitting you," Roch said as he headed for Nahm. "Nahm, I found us a smokin' hot bassist," he explained needlessly. "That way when you sing off key, she'll keep them calm because they'll be too busy starin' at her t'notice! I'll admit Mikey did the same, but not in the same manner," he added thoughtfully.

"Everyone, this is Verusha--her familiar is named Cannon, Verusha, this is Nahm, our singer, and Seiji's already introduced himself. Nahm, that's my kid, San Francisco Scythe--AKA Cisco. Hey, Cisco, this is another one of your uncles! Uncle Nahm!"

"Unca'Nam," Cisco repeated dutifully before grinning hugely at Nahm. "Unca'Nam, DUMS!!" he bellowed, squirming dramatically in Seiji's hold, his arms and legs waving happily.

"He's a drummer," Roch said, as if it needed explaining.

Terra just grinned, taking the time to get Cisco-bait, AKA cookies and juice.