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"Hey now lil miss! Don't be laughin at me on account of my little drawl." The gaping dragon let out another thundering chuckle sending his chest a flutter slightly. He started to unroll his packs pulling out tent poles and revealing one to be full of a casket of non alcoholic cider. "Just you wait I'll have these folks eat out ma' claw by the time we're done!"

"Mmmm, not just with my hammer either." d**k replied, snaking his arm around Vel's shoulder and pulling her closer.

"Ha ha ha! His table was decorated in minipet figurines. Had all the Scareons and everything." he replied to Quin. "Vel was talkin' to him about me too." he added playfully. He knew she totally hadn't been, but that was part of the fun.

"I don' know if I'm completely convinced," Quin mused. "I asked Malkem on a date and he seems pretty clueless. Could it be he's really that innocent?" Poor baby, in a school full of girls and he hadn't figured a single thing out except the fact that he liked minipets.

"He didn' even know what I meant when I said he didn' have to pay fer my food. That he could 'ave food and I would 'ave him." She giggled thinking about it.

His decent into the heart of the festival was a lazy one, the demon seemingly in no hurry as he passed booth after booth which was completely incinerated. Some of which were still in the process of burning, and to these Cain paused for a few moments to admire the blaze, the corners of his lips curling in a sinister, sadistic smile before continuing onward as though walking leisurely as if taking a walk through a garden. He seemed completely oblivious to the dismay and occasional panic of the other students, not even flinching as one ran in front of him to try to grab a bucket of water, watching for a second as the ghost ran back, water sloshing everywhere, to toss it on the flames. It was a completely futile effort -- the booth continued to burn, and Cain continued onward, looking so amused he looked like he might even start whistling.

As Zeke's cries reached his ears, the baphomet paused again for half a second in front of the hazard zone, turning his head lazily to one side to glance over at the other demon and his friend. One well-groomed dark eyebrow lifted as he looked over the situation, hands still in the pockets of his jet-black suit, and it was clear as his eyes returned to Zeke's that it was very unlikely that his fellow demon was going to offer any assistance.

"I was going to offer some sort of witty retort, but I think I'll just go with 'no.'"

"Ahah, oh Rowly," Bella snickered, leaning in and tapping his nose with one finger. "I know how to make anything more exciting."

It seemed like they were ready to go, so Bella decided to start dragging Rowly forward, towards the exit of the festival. On her way there, she paused for a moment, giving Cain, Skylar, and Zeke a long, critical look. The only one who looked like he was worth her time was Cain, at the moment, as the others were still flailing around trying to put out fires. Cain, however, looked about ready to stand there and watch this whole place burn.

Bella echoed the sentiment internally.

She let go of Rowly, just for a moment, and snuck up behind the boil. She knew he wouldn't like her attentions, and that was exactly why she did it. Riling Cain up always excited her. So she got up on her tiptoes, leaned over his shoulder from behind, and left a soft, wet kiss right on his cheek.

"Keep up the good work, stud. You're clearly going to save this town." She whispered, slapping him right on the a**.

Someone needed to lock this b***h down.

Tarot laced her fingers together as she listened to the others. “Guarding a portal, you say? That says very nice! Sounds very important and exciting.” Although Kani’s tone certainly had her attention. The reaper ghoul looked at both May and Tex, then at the dragon boil. She smiled at Tex. “I’m sure you’ll become a grim reaper just fine, and when that happens you’ll be a fantastic one!” There was a happy sigh from the arcana reaper as she imagined a family of her own. “That certainly sounds nice, Tex. I’d like to have a family of my own someday, too. I think I’d like a house close to Arcana’s. Jack knows he’s going to be my little brother forever,” she noted with a giggle.

This day was going to be perfect. It had to be. It must! Her entire future hinged on her obtaining the right cards that belonged to the right people. She had to put her best foot forward, to prove to them all that she was worth it. Who would she get? Trick or treaters? Gladiators? Combat specialists? Bogeymen? Red hoped to see the Bogeymen. Even it just one stopped it would be enough.

She had spent the entire night carving and perfecting her pumpkin-mask. It had taken her ages to come up with the perfect design, the one that truly showed what she was made of. Red had painstakingly carved it with her own claws in werewolf form, taking her time to trace the shapes with the tip of her claw before pressing down ripping it out.

It took her eighteen pumpkins before she finally made the one she would pick. And by the time she finished, Red realized she was horribly, horribly late. "JACK! Jack, Jack, Jack, JACK!" Red whined, dashing away from her work-table and tripping over the discarded pumpkins. She thrashed around in the fake pumpkins before she righted herself, grabbing ahold of a giant stack of papers. These were dumped off at Arel's booth. This was the paperwork that had accumulated while running Defenders. It wasn't as if Arel was doing anything else, right? Right.

Next stop? Cricket's booth. "Cric! Remember yesterday? Yeeah, about that," the werewolf offered a weak grin and showed the ghost her hands. "My hands are still a bit burned. Can I snag you later after the event's over to take a look at them? I'm still a bit banged up from when Pyre and I went at it too. Thanks!" And then she was gone. With the gloves that were on Cricket's table, pulling them over her hands.




The next time Red appeared, she was using the larger size of her natural bipedal werwolf form to carry her booth supplies. These Red dumped on the table, and set to work immediately putting it together, oblivious to the fire that occurred and burned down several booths earlier.

Her booth wasn't too good, but it wasn't too bad either. The first thing that went down was a dark maroon fabric ruined by several holes. The material seemed thick and luxurious, complete with a few questionable stains. The ends of it were ragged, showing obvious signs of belonging to a much larger original piece. Red liked it. While it didn't suit her it made her feel proud, moreso considering that it was the liberated curtain from Juanito's gym after Pyre had smacked her with the rod it was attached to.

Next went down the Defender's insignia. As club leader, Red shamelessly made herself a larger version of the shield by making an actual shield and mounting it on a block of metal. It was a desk ornament, but by Jack it was her desk ornament.

After that, Red displayed all the pins she had won from other students, complete with a cleared area in the middle where she stood. Was it enough? Red glanced at it worriedly, chewing her lip hidden beneath her mask. This was it. This was showtime.