Matt was walking to Mistress' party. For once, The hunter was going somewhere not to kill someone, but rather he was going somewhere for enjoyment. It had been a while since he'd been at a party, he hoped he still had his charisma. He walked up the pathway and through the castle's large doors and let out a "Hello everyone!"
Upstairs, the Ghoul Mistress made her way to the grand staircase, making sure she looked as extravagant as humanly possible. A feathered mask covered her eyes, and a large, lacy black fan covered the rest of her face. She descended the stair case, taking her sweet time on the way down. If there was one thing the Mistress was good at, it was making grand entrances to parties. She hoped that all eyes would be on her. She was the hostess, after all. Even if that wasn't the case, she liked to think that she arrived fashionably late to her own party.
While everyone went about enjoying themselves, small bugs and spiders skittered pass the floor. Walking in this path of bugs, was none other than the nightmare son himself, Rene W. Along with him came his guardian, the infamous Slender Man. "Now remember to behave yourself, don't tug on anyone, keep clear of other people's feet, oh, and don't go overboard if you summon nightmares." The Slender Man fixed Rene's coat collar and left the castle. The insects squirmed past the crowds and crawled up into Rene's coat. "Hello everyone." He said, taking out a cigar while a strange looking spider lit it for him.
Izualio pardoned himself from Kyra, and made his way to the grand staircase instead. At the foot of it, he looked up and watched the dramatic descent of the hostess herself, The Ghoul Mistress. A small smile on his pale face, he watched her make her way down, donning a beautiful outfit and mask to match. "Oh wow!!! You look so gorgeous~" he complimented her.
Shadoww had been hiding out somewhere else in the castle, away from all the other party-goers. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy parties. In fact, parties were one of the only thing that the ghost boy really had to look forward do. The thing that he didn't particularly enjoy was that there were so many humans at the party; humans that would probably run away in terror if a little blue ghost approached them and tried to start up a conversation. The little ghost decided to remain unseen, lurking in the darker corners of the ballroom, simply observing the guests. "I will never understand why she is so fond of mortals," he said to himself.
Kyra smiled faintly as she felt a familiar presence in the corner of the ballroom. Tip-toeing quietly, she spotted a familiar little ghost boy and smiled before enveloping him in a great warm hug. "Missed me, Romeo?"
"Oh, Izualio, you are too kind," the Mistress said, laughing delicately. She was quite pleased by the amount of people that had shown up to her little party. There were far more guests than she had anticipated. She turned back to Izzy, stating, "My goodness, it is incredibly strange having all these mortals here... I wonder how my 'children' are reacting to this."
Izualio grinned, and nodded. "And, you are too pretty, si? We are even" he said, cheesily. Looking around at the guests that had showed up, he nodded and agreed. "Si, many, many mortals around. It is strange." looking back at her he smiled "I am sure they are fine. A party is still a party, si?"
Stabby retreated to the bar, having forgotten how awkward she really was in such social situations. She didn't care that a high percentage of the people here were mortals; what bothered her was the constant clashing of all their auras. The wine dumping had ruined her outfit and hair instantly, as well as canceled all of her beautification spells that had concealed all of her scar tissue. For a moment, as she stared at the bar top, now lurking in the corners, incredibly self conscious, she felt as if she might cry. Instead, however, she bit down hard upon her lip, holding back dour emotions, and begun to peel off some of her wine soaked clothing; She had felt over dressed anyways.
She was left now in her spiked harness and some rather sturdy lingere, her boots still very out of place as she waited for attendance at the bar, remembering to act as a guest tonight, not as if someone who had been here for years, even though her visits were uncommon.
Ari looked up as the hostess of the party descended into the room from the staircase. She gave a small smile and debated with herself whether or not to approach. At the moment, she seemed busy, so Ari decided it may be best to wait for awhile longer. In the meantime, she preoccupied herself by watching the other guests. It was easily noticeable that not many patrons were humans, and a fair amount seemed to already be acquaintances with each other.
Puppet peeked through the door. It looked welcoming enough. Many familiar faces, gorgeous women, and lively (pardon the pun) music. But what drawn him inside the most were the the smells. The promise of free food was alluring- but seeing as this was a Dead Man's party, he feared that nothing would be quite edible for a mortal. No matter. Puppet scooped anything recognizable or not onto his plate and quickly stole a seat of an empty table nearby.
Looking around the party curiously, Izualio let his eyes scan over all the guests. He had to wonder if they were all friends of the Ghoul Mistress, or simply a compilation of friends and strangers here to party. When he caught sight of a top hat, and all too familiar glowing eyes, he grinned. "Oh, look who is here~" he said, his mood only getting better. "Scusi? I would like to greet my papa" he requested politely of the Ghoul Mistress, before walking to the table, empty but for Puppet. Seating himself at one of its chairs, he eyed the plate of who knows what that Puppet had helped himself to. "Hello papa~ What is that stuff?" he said, a strange look on his face as he pointed to the plate.
For such a massive, grungy man, he certainly cleaned up nice once he showered, groomed, and put himself in a coat. Sure, after some experiments from the resident-psychopath, he towered over most men with ease, and his massive stature was mostly in bone and muscle than anything else. It was likely that two men could have huddled up in his coat if he were to take it off, but that mattered not to him.
Hair cut short, and dyed to the solid consistency of black, with a beard trimmed nicely to only follow his chin-line, rather than devour his face, the male was more than happy to blend into the crowd(To the best of his ability) of undead and living party-goers alike.
Kyra couldnt help but glance at the large man that pretty much towered over everyone in the ball. One word cane to mind as she pointed at the man like a curious child and said "Fluffy!" in a rather cute tone. However, she was hesitant to approach him.