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Removing the skull that masked his face, he ran a hand through his slick dark hair as he looked down at the ghoul with gold and blue eyes. He didn't put much effort into his outfit, but he found it comfortable and 'menacing' enough to startle some students. It also hides his face enough that no one would know who he was ... hopefully. He smiled softly as he picked up their drinks, proffering one to the witch. "It's where I figured I'd find you first if I didn't catch you at the door." He stated, his brows soft and open instead of knitted with concern or agitation. Scanning the room, he didn't notice any of Maple's other dates here either. How was one to date anyway, let alone with three individuals! ... Perhaps this was over the ghoul's head. Her connection to the other two was beyond his knowledge, so he'd stick around. For her.

"So... what exactly is it that we do."

Mathias arrived shortly after the doors had opened and the party had gotten underway. He was dressed in clothes not unlike his usual attire, though perhaps with a slightly more formal elegance than what he usually bothered with. His hair was only partially tied back in a braid that ran along either side, below his ears, fastened with a red ribbon at the back of his head, and his fingers were decorated with various silver rings set with black and red gems.

All in all, he looked quite put together, but when he passed through the doors, his brain jolted, his hair and fur stood on end, and his teeth clicked together. He winced, and scurried inside, turning to glare at the odd electricity spewing devices that had caused him such discomfort, and spent the next several minutes preening, smoothing out his hair and feathers, his ears flattening back on his head as he sneered and muttered curses under his breath.

But once that was done with, he was free to have a look around at his surroundings. The music was loud, too loud for his sensitive ears, which twitched backwards in an attempt to block out the sound as much as possible. The floor beneath his three inch soles was vibrating, the room itself beginning to fill as creeple slowly trickled in.

He wondered if Hollandaise had already arrived. He didn't see her, and reaching up to scratch at one of his sideburns with a long claw, he had just decided to perhaps find a place to sit where he could watch the door, when something buzzed inside of his pocket.

Pulling out his phone gingerly, he glanced at the screen. Ah, it was a text from the ghoul herself! Mathias still wasn't sure what to think of her, nor was he sure that ensuring that he spent the entire evening with a ghoul was a good idea. It would be a challenge, but one that he hoped to overcome with ease (and besides that, he was still hoping to get away with ordering her around a little as well).

He tapped in a slow reply, and then, a though striking him, he began to send out a text to another party as well.





He smiled a little at the last, and than once he'd hit send on both messages, he'd slipped his phone away once more.

There was one heathen who found him particularly cute, one who's slender dark fingers snagged the edge of his costume, tugging at him with a gentle insistence as he floated past.

"Gabriel," he whispered, not wanting to draw any attention. Though cute as the ghost was, avoiding attention was impossible, a voice calling for him across the room even as Efflo pulled on his sheets. Efflo, for his part, looked largely the same as usual, apart from several pairs of black wings, possible cardboard, attached to his backside. He had wanted to go for a Lucifer aesthetic but in the end he just mostly came across as a mutated bat, wondering if six pairs of wings were even allowed.

"Gabriel," he said again, tucking himself beside his boilfriend in attempt half to be close to the dragon, and half to hide from everyone else. "I like your nose."

Micail stopped in front of the auditorium. He had been trying to figure out if he wanted to go to the party or not. He liked the idea of dancing and having a good time. It wasn't like he was doing anything important any way. Besides, it would be the perfect time to show off his costume. He had made it himself for an occasion like this. Now here he was. Standing in front of the auditorium looking like Dante. Or well, to the best of his ability. He managed to color his hair and do it up just like Dante's but there was no way he was cutting his hair. People would just have to deal with Dante having a rat tail. In his opinion Micail thought it made him look way better.

Glancing around Micail watched as other students entered the building. Some were alone and others were laughing and talking having come together. In a way Micail felt a little jealous and sad. He hadn't really managed to make any friends from the time he had enrolled. Shifting he adjusted the replica of Dante's sword on his back. Well he wasn't going to have any fun standing out here. With a slight shrug Micail followed another student into the building. Of course the moment he stepped through the doors he got a sudden jolt or slight shock as electricity passed through him. It tingled and made his hair stand on end.

"Woah..." The small jolt had made him jump slightly. He quickly glanced around to find the source of what had hit him. It was obvious when he spotted the two tesla coils. "Seriously?"

He ran his hands up his arms to get rid of the weird sensation the jolt had caused. It was then he spotted some other students who had just passed through the doors and noticed on some their hair was sticking up. At this time he figured it would be a good idea to check his own hair. He reached up and much like theirs, his was also standing on end. Well great.

"Oh come on." He pouted slightly. "It took me an hour to get my hair right."

With that he quickly began patting it down and smoothing it out as best he could. When he finished he couldn't help notice a few girls giggling at him. Glancing back behind him, he found what they had been laughing about. Not only had the coils made his hair stand up but it had made the fur on his three tails stick out as well. Looking at them, they looked like three puffed up fluffy... well they didn't look like tails at all. Blushing he frantically began trying to smooth them out. Eventually he managed to get them smoothed out and looking like his tails again. He wagged them for good measure.

"First my hair, then my tails... what next?" He asked himself. His face still red from blushing.

Titus usually wasn't much for dances but it was always fun to stir up the masses when given a chance. He actually wasn't far behind Hel and had to stop beside the reaper as he entered looking her outfit up and down before looking at his own.

"Kidget, why?" He looked a tad offended gesturing vaguely at her attire. "One of us is going to have to change and I can tell you now it's not going to be me."

Hel stopped smoothing her hair as someone approached, and she was greeted by the familiar sound of Titus' voice despite the thumping loud music. She grinned up at him, but it faltered as soon as she saw what he was also wearing. She just blinked, and stared at him for a moment before she busted out into obnoxious laughter.

"It is not going to be me, Snaggletooth!" She exclaimed, resting her fists on her hips now as she resumed grinning and stared up at him. "I was here first!"

But she did have another costume stowed away...

He heard Pachua's voice and immediately smiled in a silly sort of way, Llyr turning to face him in a flustered, happy gesture. "Pachua, I - " he started to say; but whatever he'd been going to say died in his throat as he simply stared at the boil in front of him, his mouth slightly open.

For a long moment there was nothing but a silence and then Llyr stammered, his face crimson, "Y...you look wonderful. I, erm..."

He wavered for another second or two and then flung himself forward, wrapping his arms around Pachua's neck and burrowing his face in the other boil's shoulder, quite unable to hold himself back. "But - but why, you erm...Pachua, I don't know what to say..."

Pachua’s head ducked and He spread his wings a small distance before pulling them back, conscious of the press of other boils and ghouls as he toyed with one of the edges of white fabric.

“Ah…. well, someone suggested that I should dress up as someone I liked and…admired.” He glanced up again sheepishly.

“N… Next Halloween I’ll dress you maybe?” He offered. “Um… I mean its good you have a costume too, and you look amazing, I uhh… I left Aldira my stuff.” He laughed.”


“You’re not upset right?” He glanced up with his cheeks staining pink.