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Weston "Miami Vice" Smith

Noelle's boasts were cut off by a cat call, as a fine gentleman who looked like a '70s detective out of noir Miami entered the room, smiling behind some dark shades that hid his normally covered eye. "Hello, beautiful. I can see why the competition was no competition for you." Although they were here for a serious mission, Weston doubted that the mastermind behind their most recent struggle was the bodacious pinkette blending in with the crowd. The whole party was just getting under way, but obviously some people had gone through more trouble than others in making arrangements, and she had clearly paid more attention to detail than others. "Hey Sylphie, get a look at this damsel's fine accessories! And for once that's not even a sexy innuendo, she just really knows how to accessorize." It probably didn't need said, but normally when he was talking about a lady's accessories, it involved...you know...other stuff. The fact that Noelle was so quick to impress the brusque oaf spoke volumes just to the costume's design, and when one included the volleyball ace's fine figure, this Halloween getup was an easy 10 of 10, would recommend to Colm; if he were ever going to see broad daylight again, that was. You couldn't keep a girlfriend in a jail cell, or in his case, in his dorm room.

Zazi Pazzia, the Utterly Insane One

The ballroom was large and welcoming, as far as the atmosphere they'd sensed before was concerned. Many people were now gathered, and yet the host they were all very eager to meet still refused to show himself, allowing the minutes to tick by. Finally, the last of the guests entered, and the time for the festivities drew nigh...though, calling this a festive occasion would have been quite short sighted indeed. Suddenly the lights exploded into a rain of sparkles, as if they had never been intended to last the night, and the doors that had been so welcoming before suddenly slammed shut with a loud metallic clicking sound, and the grinding of a large object that must have been put on the far side to block the entire thing. They were no flimsy wood fixture after all, but thick, heavy doors now braced against any impact from the inside, and one that would be of little use or accuracy in this dark environment.

Then, in the darkness a laugh began to echo from far away, growing in volume and clarity with each passing moment. Eventually the laughter filled the entire hall, and faint red filled in the room here or there in no particular pattern or order, as if the light were altogether unnatural. Moving in the shadows of this light were long, gangily limbs reaching up from the unearthly places they had been, closing in on the party goers with a squelching noise that spoke of their ethereal forms. And finally a large golden banner unfurled before all their eyes, bright, colorful lights lining the linen to reveal the enthusiastic phrase before their eyes. In bold, languid writing were the words 'Welcome Friends!', taunting the brave arrivals.

"a...ha ha ha, WUAH HA HA! Did you miss me that much, children? That you couldn't even wait for my return?" Suddenly several of the paintings that had lined the room before sprung to life with the light of hidden monitors, an eye pressed tightly to the camera lens, so close that veins popped clear as day before them. The manic drew back to reveal his face just as soon as his most recent bout of laughter faded, and there before them was the face of someone they'd prayed was dead, a monster in human clothing; and it was clear that Zazi Pazzia was having fun. "Just what do you think you're doing, trespassing on private property? Don't you know that's exactly how you attract Jason's attention? Maybe you're trying to summon Freddie, hm? Or maybe you're even fans of Michael Myers? He has to have some. I thought letting you go would teach you a little something about not seeking fights where you don't need to, so why have you come, hm?" The voice didn't sound nearly as bemused as it addressed Seika's bravery in seeking out the one who'd exploited her just the other night, and if anything the grating, gravely voice was even taunting them for having given in to his provocation. But even the greatest annoyance contained the flavor of enthusiasm, of eagerness as he provoked them, egging them on. After all, the games had only just begun. "Well it doesn't matter. I scraped myself off of a sidewalk in Iwatodai, and pieced my broken body back together piece by piece because I am what none of them could ever become...a true monster! Any of you can choose to stop me, if you wish...I dare you to come! In fact, I already have...and like the adolescent idiots I took you for, you approached once again! You see, tonight I'm going to reveal true terror to the people of this ignorant town, bar none. If you try to stop me before then...well, I won't allow that to happen! Which is why I prepared this trap for you, just in case! Ha..haha...hahaha!! I hope you survive tonight's entertainment! I've prepared a very...special treat! Kahaha...hahaha...kahahahahahaha!!!"

And so, with no where to go but forward...the longest night had begun.

Weston "Miami Vice" Smith

Well that settled things. If the maniac was back in town, then Weston had to deal with him. Never mind the nearly hellish features of the mansion around them, Weston'd nearly ended up there more than a few times. What he had to focus on now, was doing some good...and putting a bullet between that clown's eyes was definitely a start. "You there, where's the master's quarters? Or whatever." Weston called out to the first figure he saw, and as the creature turned around, he soon realized (and turned slightly pale at) the sight of one Boo-Dallas. "Hey there partner! All you've got to do to get through this mansion, is be-were-wolf! ...and Boo-lieve!" Great. There were going to be puns in this deadly mansion. Weston knew that today was going to be one of those days when he heard Yukari had thrown out those strippers, but...sigh, all the same.