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There was just so much bustling in the cart, Levi's blurted remark had gone unheard. Scrambling out of her seat and down the aisle, she had kept the falling hand in view and raced to the now packed area where students seemed to be massing together in conversation. She wasn't sure exactly where it was... just that it was in this area somewhere.

Levis crouched down, peering under the seats of those sitting. "Anyone see where that flyin' hand gone to? Bloody severed hands are good fer wishin' on, ya know." She was surprised no one else was keen on finding a wishing hand, but then again she remember that her knowledge base might be greater than some of her fellow creatures. She was a smart ghoul, she reassured herself, flipping her hair while creeping and checking under opposing seats.

That was when the ol' fog handed her a fancy lookin' card. Wow! She'd never seen such a fancy piece of... err... what was it?
((off to work >w< be back tonight~
edit: ah- missed the above post xD; will need to respond later~ *flees!*))

Attention was drawn back to Vaith as he asked for his name. If he had only payed attention he could have figure out that he wanted his name from the start. “My name is Bently.” Kilometer finally answered back, amongst the chaos of the minipet master on the train. “But you’re free to call me Kilometer.” he added as he watched everyone before looking back at him.

Just as he was finished another student came into view. Their little group was slowly growing. This time a she-wolf was the new addition. An ear twitched at LW’s questions. “I guess...” He didn’t quiet know if he was enjoying this or not. “This seems a bit... chaotic for a train ride.”

What’s this? The old ghost handed him a... card.? What was he supposed to do with this? What was this even for? “Thanks?” Kilometer subconsciously answered back. Lacking any pockets he stored the card in the opening in his head. There was room and it looked important, he didn’t want to lose it.

((Shall be afk for about... 9 hours? XD))

After the sudden commotion died down, Gabrian settled back onto his new seat, making sure to forcefully fall back on it, rattling the back of it just a touch before focusing his gaze out the window. He hadn't really caught where they were headed, actually, and he wasn't entirely sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. He was hoping for the former, though he wouldn't have bet his pumpkin seeds on it, seeing as how they had just started the journey a while ago and he'd already seen chaos erupt within the the car.

"Well," he murmured, "That was decidedly strange," turning away from the window, he regarded the other students around him, noting that they were mostly all... ghouls, actually. Huh, how about that, "I left my pets back at the dorm room, myself. I didn't think they'd be able to handle this trip with ease. Specially my Lepus."

He had, in fact, noticed Johan clapping for him when he'd finished playing, and the Nix managed another ghost of a smile, finding it pleasant that his music actually soothed the others. He wouldn't have minded if the quiet boil had taken to join them - then maybe he wouldn't feel like he was hogging the attention of so many ghouls, when he really initially hadn't meant to. On that note... perhaps he wouldn't mind performing for others, if they asked politely, "A demon gathering, huh?" he drawled out as he turned to look at Sin; the fact she was a Succubus didn't seem to make him treat her any differently than he had treated Alcyone or Junko, but perhaps... that had a lot to do with the fact his sister was a Succubus herself. He was used to dealing with such demons, on a daily basis, no less, "Will there be food? Perhaps some nice drinks?" it was pretty obvious that if the answers to those questions were 'yes', he'd probably allow himself to be forcefully dragged to such a gathering, "Sounds like something my sister would enjoy, actually."

His gaze slid over to Danny and he arched a brow at the blunt boil. He rather hoped he hadn't looked like that when he'd first arrived; not that there was anything wrong with the boil aside from... well, hormones. Gabrian couldn't begrudge him, though he did send a small smirk his way almost instinctively as he crossed his arms over his chest. After all, he was already seated here, "Gabrian," he told the boil, "Though I'm clearly not a ghoul," he paused then, shivering slightly before frowning, "Has anyone noticed the fact the temperature seems to have dropped in here?" or no, perhaps that wasn't quite right... it was something else, but the demon couldn't quite put his finger on it, "It's rather uncomfortable, I dare say," and something told him it had a lot less to do with the cold, and a lot more to do with... something else.

[School made me miss A or B. xD]

While the old man ghost person was only on about picking between A and B, the Spider Demon started to zone out; there was such a commotion, and nobody to control it. Furthermore, it might be noisy, but now that she was in her own little world, she couldn't help but feel a little sleepy... As her eyelids drooped, Lizzy heard a most familiar voice call her name, jolting her awake. Suppressing a yawn, she struggled to find the source of the voice among the sea of faces. When she did, however, her face lit up and she sprung up from her seat almost immediately.

"Alcie!" She made her way across to where the Water Demon was seated, leaning in to give her a quick hug (she was so glad to not be alone for the whole trip) before settling down into the empty seat beside her. She soon realized, however, that Alcie was surrounded by other people - people she kind of recognize, but was unfamiliar with. Feeling just a little more self-conscious, she ran her fingers through her hair to tidy it before turning to face Alcyone.

"Is it just me, or had the person in charge of us been gone for an unusually long time?"

Christof was still trying to catch a sly glimpse of Sin before the startled voice in the seat just behind him made him jump. He turned, hands raised and ready to be apologetic if he stole someone's seat, but the sight of Amrita made him freeze in place. Those hands! That didn't look right at all- his brows furrowed as he unabashedly reached forward to take each wrist in his own mismatched hand, his left's monstrous thick yellow nails somewhat gently scraping for seams. Obviously someone must have put this poor ghoul together wrong!

When the ghost handed him his card he paused, glancing up from his study of those strange backwards limbs to politely take it, look it over once or twice and then absently tuck it into his pocket. There were more serious matters at hand here- predominantly Amrita's.

Amrita gave another small squeak when she found her wrists taken my large hands; hers were small anyway, this body clearly belonged to a child. All she could do was stare between his rather focused expression to the way his fingers grazed her wrists. W-what was he doing! There weren't any stitches! She wasn't a patchwork!

Upon Christof's further inspection it would be noted that the only backward thing about her happened with just her hands and feet. Her elbows and knees still bent as a normal person's should, it was strictly from the wrist and ankle down that had the mixup. Upon even closer inspection it should be noted that her feet were backwards; but as her knees were pulled to her chest, it was only her heels that showed; her toes were adding to the seat cushion, apparently.

"U-Um..." She managed to get out awkwardly, shifting umcomfortably in her seat. She wanted to pull her wrists back, so badly...but she couldn't, that would be rude. Besides, he was probably a lot stronger than she was! "Th-That's normal...for me, I swear!" The poor, wide-eyed creature was too distraught over the hunchback's actions to realize that both a ghost and a fellow student had come across them.

Winston looked up from his struggles against his scarf as a couple students started to ask where their supervision had gone off to. He hadn't even noticed. Then again, when you're trapped to your seat with a piece of cloth that was also firmly around your neck, a missing anything is far less important and noticeable. He nearly turned himself upside down, reaching under his seat with one hand, fiddling between the seats with the other. Finally something clicked and he whipped back, loosing the cloth that had been tugging around his neck and wrapping the end around once more to keep it out of the way. Now free he took the time to look around, raising himself onto a knee in his seat. Obviously he knew no one in this car, but it was to be expected. His tail, or what was vaguely visible and not fading into smoke, wagged casually.

Indeed, the supervision was gone, leaving just them. He was honestly surprised the car hadn't broken into chaos. But it made little difference, with his scarf newly freed and his ability to roam returned, he all intentions to mingle. Large dog ears angled upward, betraying his excitement. It was always hard to get involved with conversation and meet and greets when he'd been absent for the original groups that formed to talk.