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It was probably a good thing that when Jericho received this mysterious note, that he was coming out of his state of utter uselessness thanks to that dream or hallucination he had recently, else he probably would have either burnt or ignored it. The dragon was still not happy by any right, but he wasn't just going to lay down and die at this point any longer. It was a rather cryptic thing. He wasn't really that good at doing puzzles and the like. That was definitely more of Riley and Malodore's thing.

Unfortunately... he couldn't really go to the former for help and he didn't want to bother the latter.

And so he spent a good chunk of the day deciphering it. The message sparked both intrigue and anger from him. For one, it was from Nox; a note for a rendezvous at midnight. On the other hand, it called him a glorified lizard.

At first, he was a little wary. The grey patches were visible on the lower parts of his wings. But Nox was no boogey. He had experience with the hunters and acknowledged that they were a threat. Besides, it was going to be fairly dark at midnight. Maybe he won't notice anyway. Maybe.

When time came around, Jericho went to the old theater, where he tried to see where the ToT'er was.

The cloaked figure threw Jericho off at first, especially due to the color it was. Though, the voice gave the not so mysterious figure away. The dragon just sort of smiled weakly at the Trick or Treater while making his way down towards the third row.

"You could say the last couple weeks have been a mess."

That was an understatement. Really.

"So, what's the occasion?"

At the invitation, Jericho went on to take a seat next to Nox, though his words brought on a pained growl from the dragon.

"Don't remind us," he snapped before letting out a breath. He placed a hand to his forehead, trying to calm himself down. Getting angry at the treater wasn't going to do him all too much good really.

"We were hoping to find ways to scare humans. Get some fear directly," he murmured, "Other future plans don't mean anything if we don't get to see it."

While Nox was quiet, Jericho just sort of sat there uneasy, before trying to think of how much he should say. The dragon had already dropped a few hints, and he knew should be able to trust this guy. Much moreso than the boogeys. But the nerves were starting to act up, making it harder to say things when he was being called out on it.

"You... You could say that." he said while shifting his wings a bit.

"Or that the... the stress is making us prematurely grey," he added before touching his hair, despite the fact that there were no graying strands of hair upon his head at all.

This news came as a surprise to Jericho. It wasn't just the students then. This made him really wonder how they contracted it in the first place. He still wasn't even sure how he had gotten it. There was some suspicion that what happened during Christmastival might have helped caused it in himself and Riley but he had no real proof. It also had him wondering how active the Hunters were in regards to the other areas of Halloween.

"We... were trying to find a cure. Well. Malodore is. We're just trying to help it as that is its sort of specialty. We suspect we may need fear. Lots of it. But until we can find a way to get it, we'll just have to lay low. Not many know we have it right now."

Now he had even more incentive to stay out of crowded areas. He did not want to find out what would happen to him should the Boogies find out. They would take him away for sure. Steal him away from home.

Of course. There was always a price. But... Jericho was rather tempted right now. He was willing to hear what Nox had in mind.

"And what would the price be?"

It was an interesting proposition. The dragon thought it over, thinking about what this meant exactly. Trick or Treaters had access to the human world. They were also not the boogies. Well, Jericho wasn't really sure how well he was going to this since he wasn't much of a prankster, but he figured it couldn't be that bad. And so he made up his mind.

"Deal."

A secret code? That didn't sound too hard. Though, he had to wonder if each treater had their own secret code. The numbers thing must have been Nox's.

"That sounds simple enough," Jericho confirmed. He'd just need to take a moment to write it down when he had the chance... and not lose his little cheat sheet. It would be awkward if he lost his own decipher.