OOC: As far as I could see, I could post here as a quest character and just not use my FEAR ability, so correct me if that's wrong and I'll wait until I get approved. xpwhee
"Yo ho ho and a goblet of blood. I smell the muck of a Chinese duck!", Came a jovial voice with an accent you could call British perhaps. Into the large room where the prom was, sauntered a little rich kid know it all, Taryn Frostfangleton, dressed in an old fashioned overcoat and a feather, frilly pirate hat. Ok, so maybe this wasn't prom dress-wear, but he was trying to be funny, and get attention.
The fifteen year old demon boy had white spiky hair, bluish white skin, red eyes shadowed and sunken, a small snake-like nose, and wicked looking sharp teeth, peeled into a silly grin. His long black tail with it's blue spikes was lashing and whipping behind him as he made his way through the crowd of ghouls and ghosts towards the table where all the deliciously rotten food was. He soon found a great gooey blood pudding, discovered a bowl and a spoon, and helped himself. While he ate his dessert, he looked around the room. He didn't really know any of these students yet. he was new, and he thought maybe he shouldn't even be at the prom because his parents hadn't even enrolled him yet, but whatever. He felt like he could do anything. That, and he had excuses by a million-fold up his sleeve if someone told him to go home.
The pin the gnome handed Aphrodi at the Rapunzel game was large and shaped like red bat, attached to it was a silky lock of black hair. He tried his best, but once again the poster won, and Rapunzels' hair was too far off to the side to count, at least it had been at the right height.
"Don't stand out in the rain! You clothes will shrink!" The old fairy godmother starts as soon as Aphrodi takes his seat.
"Will I shrink with them?" He counters.
The old fairy blinks at the sudden question in response. Suddenly she smiles. "You should start a band!" The old woman gives him a double thumbs up.
Beside him Cosette bursts out laughing.
"Cosette~" Aphrodi whimpers.
At that point the oracle bursts into a fifteen minute story about bad eggs. The three Petals lying on the table between him and the fairy aren't noticed when he takes them.
Torsten nodded as he took Mellow's hand again. Looking around his observations from earlier came back to mind. He sighed. "You pick this time. I had a few hesitations about some, but I would like to give you a chance to play something you want."
Given his adverstions to ghouls, Torsten just knew the fortune telling was out of the question. See...he could be considerate...
Mellow nodded with a small smile, walking past the set-up one by one to evaluate each. Then, he saw a lonely table without anybody, just a jar and something. He paused to check what it was about and gestured the sign to Torsten. Then, he put down a name on the paper, a name he saw in a book and waited until Torsten put in his.
Surprise to the dragon, Mellow was actually a curious pony. So when he saw a very suspicious dark tent with a hollow voice. He got closer watchfully. An eyebrow raised at the fairy godmother, then retreated a few steps sniffing the stink. He didn't really believe in that and would like to hear what she was gonna say.
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9. "If you promise that you'll go out and buy the fanciest dress two petals can buy, I will give them to you." If you agree, she hands you two Petals.
Alright, just another one took him as a ghoul. Seriously, which side of him look like an evil horrible creature? He took the Petals anyway because he deserved compensation of the little piece of pride she shattered. "I'm a boil."
Torsten followed his date. Smiling as they came to the jar, looking as curious about it as Mellow was. He decided to just write the first name which came to mind. Not exactly an elegant one, but it'll do. He dropped it into the jar before following Mellow. Being the shorter of the two by a few inches he leaned his head on Mellow's shoulder. He liked this. It was a lazy comfort...
They came up to the fortune teller. The small dragon asking for his soon after Mellow's.
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"You will enjoy something blue very soon. Now get out of my sight."
He glared. "With a disposition like that...its a shock your doing so well here. Lets go...maybe if we come back in a few she'll be more prone to kindness..." he thought about it...he did like blue things.
He swung their joined hands a little. "So...what now? Wanna play Twister?"
Mellow didn't mind the weight, it felt rather good to be rely on. It was nice to his mighty pony pride when his ghoul friends (if they counted) and female strangers loved to shatter it to pieces. "I agree." He nodded approvingly. "She must have poor eyesight." He seemed still not happy being called a ghoul.
"Twister? Of course if you wanna play." He had no idea what that game was about, but if Torsten wanted to play, he will be with him. He squished gently the hands locked closely, wearing a tiny smile. The long boots he wore that day increased his height by almost an inch.
SwordOfTheDarkOnes
We don't know until we try ouo
Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 12:55 pm
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All the little monsters were finally asleep, his siblings that is, he called them that with care. Nova stood on the rooftop of the large house on the edge of town, forever on the edge of town by some odd magic he didn't know. Amityville High was looming in the distance, a bright beacon to the young Incubus on this night. He'd seen the countless students all around town in the days, weeks leading up to the event. For him there was no way he wouldn't know what night tonight was. Prom. He wasn't even in school yet, he'd be overlooked. That was okay, though it was something he wasn't use to. He'd gain attention eventually, and feelings.
Nova's tail twitched from side to side as he curled around a stove pipe on the roof, leaning ever towards the school. It was tangible from here. The wings at his hips twitched open as he leaped over to the next roof. Maybe a little closer... it couldn't hurt... you know... to look around...
Before long 'a little closer' had him much closer. He could see the school properly now, the castle and the lawn, the activities. Ohhh, so they had those at prom too? Why hadn't anyone let him know, he could have been hoarding stuff all night! Nova pouted as he dropped onto the next roof. He couldn't fly, not with just his hip-wings, and his main wings had hardly started to come in. He had thought he'd just take a look, no harm in that. Now he stood, leaning against the chimney of the tall building he'd landed on. Looking.
Was he really dressed for an event? Would anyone care if he just popped in for a while... just a little bit? Nova fisted his hands in the purple petal-like bottom of his shirt that flowed out from under his leather vest. Feet bare save for brightly colored stockings. His hair pulled back in its normal free swinging braid. It was probably messy from being tugged on by scarelings all evening. Messy was a style, not one he typically wanted to be considered part of... but the place before him was nearly impossible to leave now that he was... so close...
The sound of wings beats drawing near caught his attention. Nova looked up. Someone was leaving? Was it ending already?
Quickly getting to the top of the chimney, Nova sat on it, legs crossed and raised a hand at the other. "Oi, hey! It's not over already is it?" He called up, hoping the other could hear at this distance.
Taryn was heading home now, flying over Halloween Town away from the castle school known as Amittyville High. He had been allowed to go to the prom, mostly because his parents wanted him to go and mingle with the students he'd be hanging with in the near future. However, when Taryn had gone there, he'd tried hard to garner attention to no avail, putting his nerves in a bind, and making him feel saddened and defeated, he'd decide just to go home and sleep.
He was nearly halfway home. His house was a large stone manor on top of a hill in the far distance. However, as he flew along in the dim skies, something twinkling caught his eyes. It was that of what looked like a dame on top of a window pane, err no, on top of a chimney's lane. The frost demon tucked his wings in and dove down, then unfurled them in time to end up hovering just above what he had thought was a female demon. However...upon closer examination, this was a guy. Was he an Incubus? Taryn had half a mind to burst out laughing at his girlish clothing, but he decided not to. Instead, he put on a devilish grin, and he said, in a smooth tone with a rather British accent,
"Ello. And no it's not, but I don't give a flying chesire scrat about that prom. I was completely ignored!", eh said, sounding a bit angered as he thought about being ignored. Then again, there were a lot of creeple in their and he knew none of them. He wasn't a student there yet. His parents still had to finish enrolling him. Such a drag.
Demoonica Darkmoon
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 1:57 pm
Apparently the other had been able to hear Nova's call up into the night. Within a moment the other had dived down to hover just infront of him. It was a boil with large dark wings kept the other aloft, large horns and a long scaled tail. A dragon perhaps? He looked rather put out, maybe something had happened to him at the prom and Nova worried he shouldn't have bothered the other. Though he had came down... so... ah there it was, the recognition and that sudden twitch upwards of the others lips. It quickly evolved into a full grin and the other spoke to him.
"Ah no date?" Nova asked, tilting his head to the side, one leg pulled up and held by wrapping his arms around it. It was all very innocent. Large violet colored eyes drifted back towards the prom in the distance. "I was..." Well sneaking in was what he had been about to do. But if he could get an invite, even better. "I was headed here myself. Perhaps-" No the other seemed mad about not getting attention. Well, Nova could understand that, after all he lived on attention.
Torsten giggled as he led the other to the game. As he walked up the small dragon gave the gnome a glare. "We're playing our own game...go grumble somewhere else." he said shooing away the thing. He dragged out a carpet before flicking the spinner...
"Right foot...green..." he muttered taking off a geta to put his foot where it needed to go.
Ok it was really time to find Camilla. "Camilla." he didn't really remember any of the bean stalk episode at the moment but now he was ready to play and maybe go back to the dance. He began his search anew.
