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 Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 4:50 am
Igneous walked carefully down the crowded corridor, her wings furled tight against her back. The last thing she wanted was a repeat of the incident with the third year demon she accidentally knocked over with them! Was it her fault that her wings were just as hard as the rest of her body and not the soft feathery things everyone seemed to expect?
The booths were new - she knew they weren't there the last time she came to the creepateria - what was going on? Her curiousity overcame her as she approached a friendly seeming zombie.
"Hello, I'm Igneous," she said as she looked at the items scattered on the table. "What is all this?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 2:35 pm
Nuk hadn't seen Rain set up her booth, (he had come in far too late for that, and from what he had heard Rain probably had been the first one to set up hers) but none the less he had been especially intrigued when he had noticed the zombie campaigning, glowing gold eyes following her movements with interest as she tried to appeal to passers-by, his eyebrows raising as he noticed the sizable crowd that had accumulated, not because he was surprised but because he was impressed. It was not because Rain was a zombie that he had taken an interest either -- as a monster, it was a little hypocritical for him to be saying anything about stereotypes and classes (even though in his case they were true) -- it was actually because he recognized her. Of course, when he thought back to where he'd seen her, she had been wearing significantly less clothing, but that was besides the point.
He also was pretty sure she was Shehk's friend. Which only gave him more of a reason to go say hi.
Sauntering over with an overabundance of what could be conservatively described as 'confidence,' the skinwalker smirked at the Presidential candidate, paying little mind to her campaign at all (although he did make note of it, for later,) and instead focusing solely on the zombie herself. "Hey, you were the girl in the cute skirt at the Masque," he started in nonchalantly, picking up a piece of candy laying on the table and twirling it between his fingers.
What he didn't know was that it had been Rain's mention of the poster that had gotten him in trouble in the first place. It figured.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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