The skeletal figure that steppe into the next cart certainly exceeded Jynxs' expectations, and Jynxs was about to talk to the person about the mist, and cool temperatures, when he saw someone aproach the train through the window. One couldnt see too much accept for a mask of sorts, and some arm movement about the torso area, but Jynxs was certain, somebody was boarding the train. There were still many question left unanswered, but they didnt much seem to matter right now.

Jynxs looked into the glowing purple eye sockets of the skeletal figure before him, with his own glowing purple occuli, and a spark of hatred ignited within him. It wassimply their eyes, that made Jynxs suddenly hate them. They reminded Jynxs of himself, of his past, and ergo his "father." So, he stood in the doorway, with one hand still covering half his face, and the other hand hanging limp. The hand over his face began clawing into his skin, as if he were trying to pull off some mask, in a failed attempt to cope with his sudden burst of hatred. Small streams of his dark colored mud blood began dripping around his fingers, to the floor.

Jynxs didnt really have blood, only Mud. His mud "Blood" was just the Mud which was yet to be oxidized, and had a more fluidic feel to it because of such. This quality was only ever helpfull for intimidation purposes, which rarely worked.