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Chikara sighed. It was hopeless, most likely, to get the stains out, especially if this omniscient one didn't know anything about it! "I'm Chikara! I like oranges. 'S why I'm dressed like one. And I like fluffy things and knives and fire...and alcohol. But not drugs. HUGS NOT DRUGS, b***h." She said this happily, and patted Baniru on the shoulder affectionately. "...why? Do I have a beard?"

Chikara was delighted at Karma's speech. "Aww...he doesn't like drugs, either! How cute!"

Once Asra and Elle had found their way inside, Chucky lowered Brownie to the sidewalk.

"Go on," he urged.

Brownie stood and headed inside, sitting down again as close to the door as she could manage. Maybe someone would trip over her. She smirked.

Chucky followed and quickly found a spot near the food where he began sliding Cheetos and jelly beans under his burlap mask, while watching all the party guests chatter happily.

Halloween! What a wonderful time of the year!

One Chuu Willowchild, dressed up as the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz, skipped merrily down the sidewalk in the musical's fashion to the address of a party that Shauna inivited her and Mirorim to. The mirrorchild was hand-in-hand with the mousegirl, in a red top hat and a tuxedo- yes. A miniature Phantom of the Opera skipping with a diminutive Tin Man. Only on Halloween (and even then it would be rare) would such a sight be seen.

One could explain costumes through the fact that, after hearing about The Phantom of the Opera from Eight, Chuu went out and rented the movie, also picking up The Wizard of Oz just because it looked like a good movie to watch. Her favorite character was the Tin Man, and as it is, she was now wearing a metal funnel on her head alongside someone who was dressed up as the Phantom since he seemed to really like repeating that character's lines.

And the thing that made this evening all the better was the fact that there were already people here! Instantly she saw cotton candy tresses and tickle-me-pink fairy wings attached to a tall male in a red dress- was that Asrafel? Only one way to find out!

"Is that you, Asrafel? You've gotten so much taller!" Chuu piped merrily as she zoomed up to her friend, Mirorim following behind. "And... is that Shauna? You're taller than me now! And your costumes look great~!"

Of course, by now Chuu had noticed someone she hadn't met before (wearing a sharp pinstripe suit) standing there. She was ecstatic, though apologetic for any conversation that she may have interrupted. "Oh! I'm sorry; I didn't see you there." The mousegirl bowed slightly- though she had to catch her metal funnel hat with her hands before it clattered to the floor. "My name's Chuu, and this is Mirorim!" she said, gesturing towards the toddler who was mimicking her motions. "I'm so happy to meet you!"

"D-drugs..?" Baniru sighed, smiling. She felt nervous here, around so many people (and all the more seeming to show up), most used to the fact of solitary confinement in her hotel room.

"Well your costume is interesting..." the woman said softly, regretting that she had not worn her own, "Kind of smells, but I guess that's the milk? That you seemed to be covered in.
I didn't dress up because you know, I don't need a costume."

The woman stuffed her hands in her pockets and laughed nervously.

Karma wrinkled his nose, managing to slither away from Chikara's grasp. She smelled funny. And she looked funny. He loathed funny.

Upon toddling away his first few steps, he looked towards the other toddler who sounded almost exactly like him, and was now laughing deviously beside him. What was she laughing at? Was something funny?

"Nae nae!" Karma pointed a pudgy finger accusingly at the other child's hair, "No!"

A group of five figures, one tall with a cigarette in hand, one in the middle and three short, walked leisurely down one of the streets in Gambino; each one dressed as differently as could be, except perhaps for two of the little ones.

"I can't believe you came with to go trick-or-treating." Hannah stated, fiddling with the pink strap of her costume. She was dressed up as a butterfly, costume colorful and wings even more so, though she was the only one in the group with fake wings. Unlike Rhia, who was - to put it very bluntly - an unheard version of a nun, one who seemed to be intent on committing every sin known to man (the demoness was literally all but falling out of the half-outfit she wore), Hannah's outfit was more modest than blatant whorish. She had flat-heeled sandals on, whereas the winged demoness at her side had on shoes with chunky heels that drew her height to just above six-foot-three.

"Well, I figured I had to since it's Chey's and Lin's first time." Rhia smiled down at the three children in front of them, each one carrying a plain, black bag that was nearly two-thirds of the way full. "Besides, I doubt you could handle them on your own."

"Candy!" Ophi stated quietly, stressing the Y at the end a little. He shook his bag, causing the candy inside to rustle loudly, and he smiled happily; unusually cheerful at the moment. Of course, who could blame him? He had gotten to dress up, decked out in an elaborate Cobra Commander costume, the villain from the TV show G.I. Joe whom he had taken a liking to, and he was now wandering around with four of his favorite people in the whole world getting - what else? - chocolate. It couldn't possibly get any better than this, as chocolate was one of the few things that could bring the child into high spirits.

They stepped up to a large house, the structure looking more like a villa, and found that the front door was propped open. The redhead perked her long ears, slender fingers coming up to brush her bangs away from her face, and thought she heard traces of music coming from somewhere. She stood a moment longer, emerald eyes flicking back and forth behind her sunglasses before she shrugged a little.

"Maybe we should ring the doorbell." Hannah pointed towards it, but Rhia simply snorted.

"If they don't want visitors they shouldn't leave their front door open." With that she stepped across the threshold, platform shoes thunking loudly and she ushered the three kids in past her with one large wing. "They're going to give us some ******** candy, or they'll be sorry I came to their house and they had none to offer my kids."

Hannah sighed, but Chey and Lin glanced at one another and grinned, their expressions rather wicked for children their age. Ophi glanced back at Rhia, wide, golden eyes questioning the irritated tone in his mother's voice. She put a hand on his shoulder and smiled, turning her attention to the other two children.

"Okay you two," Rhia leaned over so she could look her twins in their eyes, head tilting forward so they could see her own eyes over her sunglasses and through her two-tone hued bangs. She took the cigarette from her mouth and blew smoke upwards away from the three winged children, her piercings twinkling dully, "Remember to be nice and if anyone is rude to you, what are you going to do?"

"Tell you." Lin replied, and Chey nodded. The twins were dressed up in costumes that had probably been seen before many times, though the variations never seemed to end. The boy was dressed in red and black, his costume more suit-styled than simply pants and a shirt. One would have trouble figuring out what he was supposed to be on first glance, but with his natural spade-tipped tail, large black wings and slender black horns, along with the pitchfork he held in one hand, it was safe for people to guess that he was a devil. His twin, however, was dressed entirely in white. Her dress had sheer, bell-shaped sleeves and was sprinkled with iridescent glitter, the flecks of sparkling blue spreading out onto her tanned skin and into her crimson-and-gold striped hair. Again, her costume was an enigma were it not for the white headband she wore, a small wire curving up from the back to hold a golden halo above her horned head. She made a beautiful little angel, though said horns, her black wing (the other being white) and her black tail, spade-tipped just as her brother's was, were slightly out of place.

"Okay, good. I don't want a repeat of what happened last time." At this comment Lin gave Chey an accusing sideways look, the girl promptly scrunching up her nose and sneering at her brother. He was about to reach over and toy with the blonde's tiny horns when the small group halted simultaneously, reaching a room that was occupied by a good handful of people.

"Well, looks like we stepped into the middle of a party." Rhia commented, her sleek black tail twitching with curiosity as she surveyed the room; fingers tapping her cigarette and sending the ashes floating to the ground. "If there's no booze, we're outta here in three minutes."


(( lolz 'cause I know y'all wanna see Rhia's omfgseckz, slutty nun outfit. 8D~ Plus Hannah's, which is hard to explain, I didn't think I needed a ref image for Chey, Lin and Ophi because their costumes are kinda self explanatory. >>;;

Hannah - http://img.costumecraze.com/images/vendors/rubies/56039-main.jpg
Rhia - http://www.electriqueboutique.com/shop/images/83127-301.jpg ))

Ioyla continued to rock out with her c**k out by herself at the food table. But it was time to mingle! And mingle she would. The demon slithered out from behind her spot to subtlely hover over towards Shauna and The Gang (whomever The Gang may be; Ioyla had yet to even learn the names of most of the people here). She siddled up next to Shauna with a rather bizarre expression: pouting lips and wide eyes--if Ioyla could see her own face, she'd remind herself of a ninja. Or a monkey. Either one was fine with her.

She had no idea who any of these people were. Not only was it time to mingle, it was time to break the thick, awkward ice. Sticking out a glitter-covered hand (it's angel dust, haha, get it?) to anyone in particular, Ioyla stuck a goofy grin on her face and chirped, "Howdy everyone!" in her most Southern-est drawl. Twang~.

On the other side of the room, Ilistala watched Karma with huge, fascinated eyes. Wow! Karma sure was cool! Look at his eyes! They were funny colors. Why couldn't she have funny-colored eyes? No fair! But still, the Shattered baby scooted closer to Karma, until his baby finger poked Stala in the head. She squealed with laughter, leaning forward to clap her hands in Karma's face and still mimic him with unbridled adoration. "Nae! Nae! Nononono! Nyaaaaaah!"

(( The number of T's in Elliot's name changes ALL THE TIME. I think there's only one...I really do. ))

He had really meant to pass by without making anymore contact with the woman, but upon being addressed, he turned and gave her a quizzical stare. And blanched at her words, wishing more than ever that it had been he who had gone with Ruka and Sukkubus in his place; though he knew he was being very selfish. But what was he supposed to do? He'd never seen anyone wear less! Not counting the day he met Sukkubus, of course, but...that had been ages ago.

Was this why he became a priest? So he wouldn't have to deal with the peculiarities of the world?

He pasted a smile - albeit an awkward one - onto his face, "Ah, no miss. I'm not seeking any attention at the moment" - his eyes darted towards the others in the room - "But I am looking for a young girl who just entered..."

She didn't even want to be here! In a room full of people she barely knew and already disliked. She was doing a lot of that lately - disliking others. Being too judgemental. Or as Emma had put it 'crabby'. If she felt guilty for any one thing, it was leaving Father James back at the entrance. He had been kind to her, even if she herself had been rude.

Jocelyn heaved another sigh and thrust her blade under the tie of her apron, slinging the white rabbit backpack that held her candy onto her back. He'll be fine; he was grown, after all...

A quick movement caught her eye, and she turned her head sharply just in time to watch as Ophi's hood shot out. Her pale brows rose; what the hell was that kid? Curiosity grabbing hold the better of her - even though she had vowed to stay away from EVERYONE - she made her way over to the young boy and cocked her head, skipping over formalities and reaching a hand out to brush it over the top of his head.

It felt funny. Even with a glove on.