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As if it had been waiting for Malodore's pronouncement... all hell merrily (hah!) broke loose. Wonderful.

"Merde," the plague doctor swore. Luce bristled and leapt into the air; Malodore desperately grabbed at her, then let out an extremely un-courageous yelp of its own as the over-stimulated pup dug her teeth quite firmly into Malodore's hand, reflexively lashing out at the first target placed in front of her. "Luce! Dannazione, mi lasci andare!"

Candlejack, that hurt!

Iolanthe hadn't known quite what to think as the newcomer barreled through the cabin in a blur. She was left staring curiously after him, eyes widened a little and her brows raised. "What the.."

No sooner had she mumbled that under her breath than another scream echoed through the cabin. Just as she was about to curse again about people and inside voices, something else happened entirely. Her eyes snapped to the other end of the cabin where students, seats, and any manner of other things were being displaced. It took only a moment for her to realize what was happened before she stood up and.. what was she supposed to do? She had no fear abilities here!

She glanced around frantically until she finally decided to reach down and pull off one of her heels. She really loved this particular pair, but she'd rather have her body intact than her clothing! With a steady hand she waited carefully for the.. whatever it was to come barreling down the isle. Once she was sure she had it's location placed, she pulled her hand back and launched her shoe with as much force as she could muster. "Take that!"

Still staring, somewhat in bemusement, after the strange man, Aedan was caught completely offguard by...whatever the invisible thing was, as it sent people and things flying. It was fortunate he'd chosen a window seat, or his odds of having lost life and/or limb in the initial rush was likely to have been high.

Without even stopping to think about it, he flung his pen in the invisible reindeer's general direction--not something that would have been particularly useful, really, even if his aim hadn't been so bad. As it happened, the pen bounced off've the edge of another seat, and rolled harmlessly across the floor.

Rude, was he? Rude? Really? It had taken that long for someone to notice? West grinned at Tentacle Head and began to rise to his feet to show her just how rude he was, when several things happened nearly in unison, effectively spreading the wrath demon's attention too thin to coherently respond to anyone.

First of all, a strange man came barreling through the car, throwing about words and sentences that, when strung together, implied that a beating was on the way and screaming was the key to success.

Then another demon approached, all cheery, and DIDN'T SHE SEE THE INVISIBLE REINDEER. Oh no, wait. She probably didn't.

By this point, West had finished standing up, but all thoughts of mooning Riley had conveniently fled from his mind, replaced by such verbs as fight and maim.

He ran toward the red glow, fists flying, somehow managing to clock his head on a low-hanging piece of luggage long before he reached the intruder. Who had brought luggage on this trip? With a muffled curse, West dropped into a nearby seat, out cold for the time being.

"OH MY GAWD" Israfel's drunken state really couldn't take this. Some s**t was going down and he had no idea what. Fist it was cool. STUFF WAS MOVING. All non visible like. But then. Something hit him. It stopped being fun after that. Reaching into his coat a clear glass bottle was drawn out. Inside, one angry gray and red toterror. unplugging it, Israfel gave a small cry, flinging the tiny crazed thing at whatever shoved him into a wall.

All he could tell was that his Toterror was biting at the ankles of something.

Once more, before any responses were able to be made, there were interruptions.

A man ran in yelling about saving them all, then about faced and exited immediately after. Clearly nothing was wrong except a bunch of sour pusses, their blocked abilities and Student Council members barely doing their jobs. Opening his mouth to make an off handed comment to Selia, Corbin's hands grasped his feathered ears tightly as his teeth grit and eyes clenched shut; the blue feathered Siren wailed and screamed, drunk, excitable and delirious. Shehk shouting after the man, who was apparently a new teacher, didn't help matters either.

Really didn't help matters.

Corbin's I Spy list crumpled itself and flew, the pen following swiftly after and embedding its point in the back of one seat. Instinctively, Corbin rose to his feet in his chair and held out his dominant arm, attempting to will his ectoplasm into the form of his Dark Gun but to no avail. "FEAR, too?" he hissed, more annoyed that thought didn't cross his mind earlier.

In the back, a red light swirled with a ghostly vibrance; he could see the air and ectoplasm around it swirling but a discernible shape was nearly impossible to determine. Its light flickered, then faded and so did all sign of its presence until one of the student's bags pulled itself from the shelf and shot forward; contents spilled forth, showering the cabin in disarray and small but dangerous projectiles. Corbin immediately ducked, gripping the top of his seat and practically straddling the cushion.

Looking around, he turned to Selia and grasped her shoulder--silently telling her to stay put or at least keep safe--before pulling himself over the seats. Here and there he could see the light flicker back into existence and it seemed intent on sticking to the back of the car. The Crow crawled across empty and filled seats alike, dodging students that were still sitting as he walked on all fours across the tops before flinging himself toward the apparition.

The theory was that, since they were both ghosts, he would probably have an easy time touching the thing. Clearly this was not the case as his quite solid body (forced by the skull belt pin around his waist) collided roughly with the aisle floor and his back smacked against a row of seats.

Night watched as students were shoved out of their seats and seemed to be pushed around. Angry crashes of furniture, papers being over turned and things fyling out of no where seemed to add to the chaos of what the being was that was causing this ordeal.

It wasn't till someone shouted for that a reindeer was loose, an invisable reindeer in fact. Lime sighed as he stared at all the people aiming attacks as the mass chaos ball headed towards him and the chesire cat. It wasn't till the reindeer ran past that he caught a good scent of the beast and as it doubled around coming straight for their table, Night's hands glowed green with his bad luck channeling down before he held it out and grazed the Reindeer.

It made a whine sound as it hit the table instead of any of the students and then tripped over the loose debris around the cabin. Night smirked, Bad luck was on his side tonight, as he dealed the max damage for it.

"Whoa, Who knew the Bad luck could be so lucky!" Night's tail twitched.

Calder was about to go over to his friend Israfel to see WHY he as yelling so loudly and speaking so oddly. He wanted everyone to be quiet and he was cupping his ears as he did so. This train ride was becoming annoying, what with being closed in, there being No water, everyone was complaining, and he didn't have anything else to fill out on his list. What energy he had was slowly falling away, and he sighed.

It was then that he was nearly thrown to the side, and gripped the nearest booth seat as he looked around. It was then that he noticed the eyes, and it was then that he wanted to change into a horse and run.

Too bad he couldn't.

Instead, he whinnied and started moving back, but the creature continued to charge. Out of desperation, he gripped a booth chair and kicked out, but he missed entirely and fell down into a seat instead. "Someone shot it!" That's what you did to deers after all.


Where was that weird guy with the ball that came here. "That guy jinxed us!" He wanted to find that guy and throw him under the glowy-eye thing.