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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:20 pm
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Willow's tail flickered as he looked around, "Iunno, I wouldn't try.... What if something mean and nasty gar---" His ears suddenly pinned down at the sound of the wailing. Oh jack that was loud, of course when Bul asked the question his eyes flew open and he looked down at them. "I... Don't know. I hope this isn't some twisted challenge...."
He paused and leaned over to whisper, "Are those scarelings? They're kinda ugly and under dressed...." Willow frowned looking at all of them. Suddenly he found himself being ran into. "What the Jack...." He paused and looked at the pup. "Demi?" He looked between Demi and Bul. "Oh Jacking Nuts. Look it's Team Venture Redux. With Bulrina, Deminese, and Will."
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( Aleister Entering)
Aleister fell into the room and squeaked he slid in the dirt looking up at all the taller monsters. He quickly shoved himself back as far as he could away from them. <OH NO, OH NO, OH NO THEY'RE GOING TO KILL USSSS>
<Maybe you'll be too cute for them to bother, sit there and look sad. If you have to attack you still have me though!> Puca normally wouldn't advocate Alesiter crying as a good solution but it if made them leave him alone, he was all for it.
Of course it didn't take long for Aleister's eyes to wail up as he looked around for Gale. "GAleee??" He cried looking around for the only hunter of age here.
((Aleister's hair is blonde with a short pony tail, big vibrant purple eyes, wearing tan shorts and a black shirt with a red heart on it. He looks about 5 or 6 years old.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:26 pm
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With a flurry of dark fluff, the chime of metal against metal, and the yelp of a dog who was tumbling head-over-heels, Thackery had made her way into the tree. The room. Whatever this place was.
Upon righting herself again, she slowly paced towards the glittering objects on the floor, eyes wide in amazement. What was this place? Did one of the other students hide out here?
She plopped down in front of a pile of silver and pawed at it gently, head cocked to the side. Yuck, gold. The color of trickery. Just like those stupid, stupid apples.
In spite of the Cerberus' terrible history with gold, it somehow didn't occur to her that this might have been a trap.
[Thackery is in natural form but is much, MUCH fluffier than usual.]
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:27 pm
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When a fully grown, sixteen year old Gale arrived at...wherever it was that he arrived at, he looked something like this.
"What is even - "
And then he heard what surrounded him and very nearly tripped over the gobs and gobs of black goo and slime that were covering him from head to toe in his haste to look around.
Halloween creatures.
His hackles went up immediately - whatever hackles were, he'd never really understood that phrase - but his priority was not attacking them, or even figuring out where he was - yet. No, his priority lay in what appeared to be all of the child-sized hunters that had just been with him in the other room.
But considering he COULDN'T SEE A BLOODY THING this was a little bit of a problem.
<< ...well, this oughta be fun. >>
"Hey," Gale hissed, trying to move - it wasn't that easy. He felt like he was wearing tar, dragging himself slowly over towards the cluster of little hunters - or at least in the direction he thought they were.
"Hey you guys - !"
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And then there was Ren.
Who had somehow managed to stumble across not just his ghou...boilfriend LW, but also the ghoul he'd met before whose name he thought might have been Fell (at least he hoped it was her, since really, he couldn't even tell anymore), as well as a very disgruntled Tybalt, a horrified looking Jove, and even Sparrow, whom he had not seen in ages.
"Where the Jack are we?" he whispered to them, looking around suspiciously.
"And what's with all of the scarelings?"
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Sparrow hadn't really meant to push them all in, but it had seemed necessary at the time.
Now, however, he was completely and utterly confused. The room they were in looked nothing like anything he'd ever seen before, and nothing like anything Amityville might have had.
Except for the fact that it seemed like the entire student population and then some were all crowded into the room. Pushing his long brown hair away from his - admittedly very feminine - shoulder, Sparrow turned towards the motley little crew and made what he believed to be a very accurate summary of their situation:
"Well that's it. We've officially gone bonkers."
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:28 pm
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Xiu jerked his head up at her name, though it took him a few seconds to process who it was calling her. Though the voice was slightly different, there was only one person who he knew that called him "Miss Xiu-Ying" (though he supposed that the title was incorrect now).
"Yin Cang?" He immediately turned around to face the speaker and--...that...that was Yin, right? He immediately moved towards her, his face--that was still surprisingly rather feminine--relaxing in relief. "It's good to see you! How...how are you...um, faring with..." Xiu made a vague motion towards the monster's body, and then grimaced slightly. Personally, he found walking to be very uncomfortable, and he sincerely missed wearing his skirt instead of these pants--
--wait a minute, where had all of these scarelings come from? His brows drew together in confusion as he glanced around, eying the children who had suddenly shown up out of nowhere. Had they jumped through the door as well? They looked like young reapers though, and there were certainly none of those at Amityville. Slowly, he turned his gaze back to Yin, lips pulled into a frown.
"What's...going on here?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:30 pm
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