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Emily sat properly in her seat and stare forward as the undead instructor hurried into class. Kenner, she committed the name to memory and watched in disbelieve as the teacher started to walk out of the class. He'd only just got here, where was he going? This school was so different compared to the old ridged life she was used too. She knew it be so time before she was used to it, but she had already grown to like the chaos and freedom it brought.

The elemental ghost glanced back at Marcy, shrugged and pulled her hood down, so that it hooded her glowing eyes. "Might as well." She tried to hide a smile of delight.

Emily followed the crowd of people and stuck close to Marcy for now as she had no idea where she was going. She'd never been to the monster dorms. She floated closer to the instructor once they stopped moving and listened to him blather on.

She turned to Marcy with a cocked brow, "We have to find a kid named Rabbit...Did you happen to hear what he looked like?" She started to float towards the forest, she'd find this kid was easy...I mean, how hard could it be?

"That's all I got out of it too." She said with a pout on her lips. "I hope this kid stands out or we're in trouble. What if it's short and likes to hide or is hurt and out cold..." A small amount panic ringed through her body but she controlled it.

Marcy had a point, it be far better to split up so they all could cover more ground. Emily nodded and started to mover in the other direction "I'll yell if I find anything too." With that she was off, she'd find this kid...she hoped.

When Emily had been on her own for a bit she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. She turned on a dime to see it but nothing was there, a shiver ran up her spine, she knew it wasn't just a trick of the eye so she called out. "Rabbit, is that you. are you there!"

"Lure him out, give him a spooky, instruct him not to run off again. As sound as that is, he ran off in the first place when he was instructed to stay with Kenner." He snorted. The idea didn't make sense to him. If the child wanted to run off, he would run off. If he wanted a spooky that badly, he would do what was necessary to get the spooky. And by whatever was necessary, it was in one's nature to choose the easiest and least taxing method of achieving a goal. The demon hound followed behind the ghoul with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes and ears open to sounds and sights.

They stopped for a moment to rest. Or bask in the warmth of spring now that it arrived. Hard to tell since everything in Halloween Town was rather... dark. Subtle changes of light, he assumed.

Uru shrugged at the objection. She wouldn't disagree that the event would scare him from doing it again. Uru grinned a rather devilish grin. "You said 'sometimes', and you didn't disagree that it would dissuade him from doing again.

Uru coughed as he pointed to the faint scar over his left eye. He certainly knew what it was like to be hunted. He recalled what it was like to wander the mountains behind the Cocytus estate with his father tracking something. However, that something was much longer than themselves. While his father had tried to protect him, he hadn't accounted the youngling that they were tracking would come at him. They managed the escape, laughed about it later, and tried to hide his face from his mother for days before being caught and scolded. "We don't know anything about this scareling other than that he can replicate and his name is Rabbit. So... yeah, we know nothing that can help us actually catch him. And that's not exactly a nice thing to say about a scareling." He stated as he brushed past her, crossing over an embankment and down further into the woods, leaves crunching under their heels.

The demon hound shook his head in amusement. "Keep the spooky. Save it for Rabbit when we find him. He'll need it if I manage to scare the jack out of him." His shoulders pulled back as his fingers curled, shadows whipped around his form as he fell onto his larger forefront as his shape changed to that of his natural hellhound shape. Oh, this will be quite enjoyable! At least for him.

uru snorted, rolling his eyes visible at the dormouse ghoul as she commented about being nice and not scaring the scareling. It would be good for Rabbit, he reasoned.

She could count herself among the lucky few who were able to see his natural form on campus. He had grown so used to walking around on two legs that the all-four method was actually strange. That lasted all of a second as his large shoulders rolled, his paws carrying him slowly through the woods. Unlike what most would expect of a hellhound, his fore paws weren't paws but capable hands. He could walk and stand on two legs in such a form, but being in four is just more natural. In this form, his emotions are amplified - pure, one could say, and his restraint severely diminished as he gives into his innate instincts. One of the reasons why he often did not reveal this form to others so freely.

Consider it a step of being a better boil.

His large, fluffy tail swayed behind him, keep the ghoul's presence within lunging distance should they be surprised or attacked. The instinct to protect ran strong through his bones.

A crack of a twig jerked his attention to the right. A lone figure of a youth stood there. A soft rumble came from his chest. A youth could be an undead or the scareling. There was a huge range of possibilities at Amityville so caution was key to survival of the unexpected and unknown. However the figure disappeared moments later as had his apprehension.

A replica.

rabbit was definitely here somewhere.

Kari's head only cocked further to the side... that didn't really qualify as an answer, at least not a concise one. Looked like she had asked her question to the wrong ghoul. Figuring that was the best answer she was going to get, Kari began heading further into the class when a someone clad in very casual clothing burst into the room. After giving a quick introduction, he started scribbling on the board.

"Postponed?", the reaper murmured, the surprise clear on her face. The class hadn't even started yet, and there were already delays? Was this a common occurrence when taking classes? And something about going behind the monster dorms...

Kari's thought process was cut short, though, as she felt herself being dragged backwards by her scarf. Stifling a choking noise while regaining her feet, she turned to find the small bear ghoul was the culprit. Seeing the look on the ghoul's face combined with how she was following the teacher, Kari decided it would be best not to cause a fuss and follow along.

Once they got to their designated location, they were briefed on the 'life skills' lesson... searching for a scareling? Was this the reason the original lesson was postponed? Whatever the case, the lesson wouldn't continue until the little boil was found. At least the ghoul that had dragged her here seemed excited about this venture, though judging from their previous interactions, it probably wasn't a grin that hailed a pleasant outcome. It would probably a good idea to find the kid before this ghoul did.

Seeing the instructor head into the forest before them, Kari took a minute to close her eyes and listened intently. Talking...yelling... rustling... footfalls... Kari took in each sound while trying to discern whether they belonged to a small boil. Kari's eyes popped open at the sound of light footfalls to the far right. Either they belonged to someone who didn't weigh much, of they belonged to the missing boil. Adjusting her scarf so it wouldn't get caught on any wayward branches, Kari took of in the direction she'd heard the footfalls originate from.

The ground beneath Keen's ghost pom vibrates faintly like an old woman's hum in a deserted house. Keen might feel it too if she's touching the ground, but the sensation is brief and easily forgotten once its source has emerged from the trees and stopped in front of the ghoul. Then everyone notices.


It's a colossal boil at least half a tree high, who does answer to Rabbit long enough to take a swipe at you. He seems to be... made of boils. The demon's arms, legs, and fingers are pieced together from copies of himself in various sizes, while his torso and head are two identical children stacked on top of each other, one perched on the other's shoulders.

In addition to futilely trying to fight the gathering students, Rabbit also shrieks his defiance to the sky, potentially stunning those trying to subdue him.