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Shar followed all the other Trick or Treats here. She held onto her fear container that wasn't full but it was hard to scare tho damn kids. She needed more training and she knew it.

Out of no where there was a boom and then it rained Sliver seeds....She picked some up and stared at them a little shaken.

This was Shar's first Halloween in Town Hall and there was no way she'd miss out on all that free food she heard someone talk about! She found her way to the feast and piled her plate high full of gourd moose, warty ladyfingers, eye poppers and a large glass of bubbling Slime lime. The gargoyle was in heaven as she stuffed her face.



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"It's good to see you, too--as, you know, yourself," Taima replied, her smile making a tentative return as she was genuinely glad to see that the tikbalang didn't seem to be suffering from any ill effects of having been weaponized. She noticed the envelope fall from the jack-o-lantern, and bent to pick it up as Petro addressed the other ghoul. Nosy as ever, she opened it. Her eyes widened as she saw the contents of the card within, and her shoulders shook as she tried to hold back a fit of giggles. "Hey, you dropped this," Taima said, laughter making her voice shake as she held the card up to Petro.

Petro held the pumpkin against his side, using the same arm that had his distortion jewel, while the other retrieved the envelope from Taima. "Ah, thanks, 's just odd. Still feels like 'm being touched in places I ain't s'pposed to be," he shuddered, not wanting to dwell on the memory too much. At least, not out here in public. Tro knew he would be likely to lose it and go berserk and that wouldn't be any fun for anyone present. And in the back of his mind, he thought someone would very much enjoy that scenario.

"And what's so funny?" square-root brows knitted together before studying the card's contents. The initial look of disbelief and confusion was eventually replaced by loud, hearty laughter. "'M a much better dancer'n that!" he assured the thunder-bird before a third ghoul asked him about his clothes. "Ain't really dressed up, 's my regular clothes. Not counting the pumpkin. Ain't sure how it got on my head..." he explained to the ghoul, "'M Petro, this 's Taima. Y' two're?" he asked.

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Petro is a tall, barely dressed boil with bare feet and spiked, silver hair.

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"How have you been, Biskoto!" Not even coming to a full stop before them and already his Familiar was chatting openly and excitedly at the other serpentine Familiar. Kettil seemed fairly amused by this. Endzela seemed so happy that she'd fluffed up a bit more than usual.

Kettil nodded to Thanatos as he came to a stop leaving room for the other Reaper to drop down from where they stood, "It has, have you been doing anything fun?" The Muut asked conversationally. He didn't dislike Thanatos but he wasn't exactly best friends with him either - they got along and that was all he could hope for.

So he didn't even know where the pumpkin came from? Wait, was that a trombone--oh never mind. Her eyes widened in some amount of surprise; Halloween was such a strange night sometimes, she thought...

But it was also their best night, even if it was a crowded one.

Serafina laughed cheerfully after a moment's delay at the remark about his pumpkin, eyes twinkling a bit as she remarked, "Maybe it just needed someone to light it up." He had been laughing a small while ago, and it was warming even if she didn't know him. She liked the joy. Perhaps she yearned for it in some ways; Serafina wanted everyone to be happy. She also wanted everyone to be happy about and with her but that was another story...

It was almost too bad he wasn't a Mad King, though. She liked Mad Kings.

She gestured to herself, bowing her head as it was polite to do. "My name's Serafina Arai. I go to Amityville Academy!" Eyes flickered over to the nearby hyperactive ghoul who was busy waggling her brows at her. What was she-- "I admit I just met her; I don't know her name."

No, she didn't, but what was the ghoul hinting at--

Well, he was rather good looking; was that what she meant? She had to guess that was what she meant by all that elbowing she was doing. Serafina nodded in agreement.

Hopefully she was agreeing to what she thought she was.

So her name was Kyrie? Did she had to say it in multiple voices like that? Because she wasn't certain if she could make her throat do that..

"I've been ssssssplendid, darling! Thank you for assssking!" Biskoto answered with a snaky smile, forked tongue flicking in and out of her mouth as she extended her head out towards the owl, "And how have you been?"

Thanatos chuckled at Kettil's question, giving a shake of his head; he hadn't exactly been doing much, apart from visiting that one booth during Fright Night... And getting lost in that odd fog. He did manage to get away from it, however, and had spent the rest of the time in his room, calming Biskoto down; the familiar couldn't stop worrying about the students who had seemingly been turned into the fog creatures that had attacked them in the fog...

"How about you?" He asked, looking around; Kettil seemed like a sociable sort of person, so it surprised him to see the reaper alone with his familiar, "Did you come alone?"

Aymet gave the pumpkin a suspicious glance before he tossed it aside, and with the other hand rubbed his cheek. He stared suspiciously at her reactions and staring. He gave a nervous laugh and took a step toward her. "What? What is it? You're gonna give me weird looks because I'm wearing a jack-o-lantern? I don't even - I don't even know where it came from, honestly."

Aymet prodded the jack-o-lantern head with the tip of his boot once or twice to send it rolling along a bit, spied the envelope on the ground amongst all the seeds and picked it up (along with a nice handful of free money). The envelope was weighted by something to one corner. There was a feeling that nagged in the back of his thoughts, that something had happened. He was undead - he didn't sleep. He didn't just forget his entire day, or wander into a huge party with only a jack-o-lantern for a costume. He tried to force himself to wake up, to remember where he'd seen that grey creature, the only hint that something about this wasn't right.

Surprise froze him in place as Amrita's body pressed against his metal shell. He glanced down, and the energy in his phylactery and crystals churned with confusion, and just a little bit of misplaced hope. If he had a heart, it would have been playing a drum solo on his ribcage. This was just a hug between friends. Because they were just friends. Right? But, tentatively at first, he returned the embrace, taking the opportunity as it came. He would have been lying if he said he hadn't thought about doing this before.

But he never acted on it.

"Hah, of course? Why wouldn't I be --" he trailed off mid-sentence, as flashes of memory eclipsed the saga of his confused teenage love life (or lack thereof).

Everyone was taking down the booths, until the fog rolled in - the grey figure again, and three others, walking toward an Amityville without colors - a group of students giving chase -

"Amrita!"

"Amrita." He spoke slowly. He forgot how he still had his arms around her, transfixed by the main square of Halloweentown in all its festive once-a-year decorations. Decorations that shouldn't have been up. "Halloween isn't the day after Fright Night."





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