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 Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 11:54 am
Candace stopped running away when she heard a J sound followed by '********'. Did..did someone just correct themselves? Incorrectly? One ear perked up as the tiny kitsune turned to stare up--wait, she didn't need to look up. Okay. So she was just staring at a similarly tiny demon not far off from her. She knew that voice...but it wouldn't know her. Perfect. Candace suddenly grinned and hugged her jar of smiling fire tighter. She could have some fun with this. She had been about to prance over to the pair until she noticed a large, very large female zombie thing being kissed by a genie looking guy. Her jaw dropped. She was so hot.Atropos snorted. Almost shyly, the tiny kitsune approached the pair while practically hiding behind her fire-filled jar. Oh, the spiky thing was over here too. Large violet eyes peered up at them all from behind the top of the jar. Why the ******** is everyone so huge.Jealous?YES!Quote:  Candace is a hunter in a golem. She currently introduces herself as and answers to the name of Aki. Standing at a whopping four feet tall, this girl is a very perky little Kitsune. She has four tails, large purple eyes and long blonde and pink hair tied in a knot at the side of her head. She wears a red and pink kimono, a lacy white skirt, mismatched socks and frilly bowed geta. My avatar is a pretty accurate representation of her at the moment. As a note, Halloween denizens and Horsemen do not notice these slightly nicer prototype golems.Candace especially has an altered voice. The voice of her golem is comparable to a generic, kawaii Japanese voice actress from an anime.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 11:58 am
Rep couldn't help the indignant pout at Rin's response. "It's The General, not Princess, Fido." His slender spiked tail flicked irritably behind him like a cat about to swipe. "We went over this already. Maybe if you are a good boy and remember that we'll get you, I dunno, a chew toy or something later."
Crossing his arms he looked away, clearly able to dish it out but not take it, about to slide off into a huff when two small hooves were placed against his shin and he was given a piercingly forlorn red stare. Apparently Massacre wanted to be carried again, and with a roll of his eyes he picked him up - difficult minus the use of the hand Rin currently had him but still managed in the end, holding him in the crook of his arm.
Some of the other people nearby looked familiar, and Harrison, or what had to be him - he had Dozy - was shmoozing with some undead woman. When he leaned over to kiss their cheek though, he doubted. Maybe unicorns like Dozy were common around here. He tried not to think about it, looking back to the dog boil.
"I was good right?" he asked Rin carefully with just a hint of insecurity.
Quote:  Appearance: Rep is a four foot tall pride demon with a well groomed mullet, long arrow tipped demon tail and tiny bat wings. He is dressed in the style of a wealthy military nobleman with polished brass buttons and various skull and other Halloween emblem shaped decorative medals. He has a small red bull perched somewhere on his person at all times.
His voice feels incongruously gruff for his small stature and he has an unusual accent.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 12:12 pm
"I'm not 'Fido' either, Princess. I'll call you General if you can be bothered to call me something nicer. Like, I dunno. Uh," Rin looked down at his clothes, "Soldier or sommin'?"
He watched as Rep scooped up Mass with moderate difficulty, content he wasn't getting away now for foiling his own attempts to escape. Still, that contentment was short lived at Rep's following question. s**t. Normally he couldn't lie... but this was Rep, sometimes you had to. So he forced a toothy smile and answered, "Very good."
Quote: Rin is an 8ft zombie dog boil; "He" has long cropped ears, a stubby tail, two doggish back legs, beady little white eyes, and is dark coloured with tan markings broken up by bright red open wounds that marble "his" entire form. Wears a camo tank top with a well-worn olive green jacket over it, khakis, and dog tags with a skull on the ball-chain.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 12:23 pm
"It's not a look I usually wear," Jordan said, and laughed. "I'm pleased you remember me. Oh, look at all the friends you've got for Dozy! I've picked up a couple of sweet little things, but I think they'll need a bit more attention to grow to their full potential." He'd been relieved to find that there was a pocket in his golem's dress, and he brought out the minipet eggs he'd won with his free hand.
There was a small creature of some sort peering up at them with big, dewy eyes. A kitsune? He smiled politely and said, "Oh, hi there."
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 12:28 pm
The howler girl's spines prickled up like an alarmed porcupine, her eyes narrowing.
Was it Jordan? Did she just SOUND like Jordan? It had to be Harrison with that unicorn, but...
She'd have to keep stalking.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 12:32 pm
"Soldier then, whatever. Same difference ultimately. Same meaning different name." He sighed and gave his hand an experimental tug to see if he could get free to no avail.
"And really?" The flicker of hope was almost pathetic at the idea he'd actually trounced all the amazing singers who'd come after him. Of course he had. "I mean. Aye. Of course. You can have my autograph if you'd like." It wasn't quite as assertive as he hoped but at least it was a little more stable.
"How about groupie as a name?"
Quote: Appearance: Rep is a four foot tall pride demon with a well groomed mullet, long arrow tipped demon tail and tiny bat wings. He is dressed in the style of a wealthy military nobleman with polished brass buttons and various skull and other Halloween emblem shaped decorative medals. He has a small red bull perched somewhere on his person at all times.
His voice feels incongruously gruff for his small stature and he has an unusual accent.
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Horticulturalist rolled 1 100-sided dice:
50
Total: 50 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 12:42 pm
I WANNA KARAOKE!
Billy made a wide berth around the crowd at this booth. He wasn't overly a fan, no, but karaoke. He knew he really shouldn't, his singing was terrible, like a bleating warble, but it was oh so much fun to see the panic and pain induced faces it brought. He snuck into the Karaoke booth as quietly as he could and took up the mike. He took a deep breath before diving into the song. Oh yeah, this, this was fun.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 1:02 pm
"They're different flavors," Harrison said proudly, swinging the jar around so Jordan could see it better. Dozy yawned and wobbled off Harrison's lap, trying to chew on the back of the chair, and leaning as far over as his tiny body would allow.
"I'm going back for some more, the gingerbread guy said he was closing up shop soon. What kind of eggs are yours? The spotted one in there's egg flavored..." He looked over at the kisune, then scowled, shooing it off with a giant hand. "Hey, what are you looking at, scram. This isn't a free show."
Dozy missed the seat, plowing face first into the ground. He made a distressed bleat.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 1:13 pm
That...that voice. She knew that voice. It sounded kind of different but..
Jordan?!
Her expression went from adorable and curious to slightly stunned. No! s**t! You could have fun with this, Candace! It was all a game! "Hi! I'm Aki! You're really pretty! What's your name?" Oh god she wanted to die a little inside again. Yeah, they definitely couldn't find out this was her--
When told to shoo, Candace instinctively scowled and narrowed her eyes at the genie. "Don't be an a*****e." Wait! s**t! No! Her eyes widened and her ears fell. Maybe they wouldn't notice.
You're an idiot. Atropos was laughing.
Shut up, you.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 1:37 pm
"I've got - let's see - green tea, pecan, plain, I'm not sure about this one, but it was at that snowy booth, and this is a lepus of some kind, I haven't seen that sort before." Jordan put the eggs back into his pocket. "I'm excited to see what they all hatch into." He was playing it up a little, staying in the character he'd established; Harrison would have teasing material later if he felt like it.
"Thanks, Aki," he said, surprised. "You're quite pretty yourself." When the kitsune's attitude went from bubbly and sweet and irritable and scowly in a moment, he blinked. What in the world?
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 1:44 pm
He knew that '********' anywhere. The pride demon look suited him too. Regal, imperial, very alpha. Though the height was not in his favor. Moving over towards Rin and Rep, Ro only shrugged.
"I couldn't carry a note to save my life if I had too in that booth. You have me beat hands down." He looked back towards the booth which was shooting out CD's of each persons song. "Oh no nonononono don't make one of mine I don't want that, I don't need that..."
He let out a pathetic groan before looking back at the other two, "I'd rather have howled in the booth at least that wouldn't have been so... pathetic..."Quote: Ro's Apperance: 4'7, Boil, Vampire typically pale, blood red eyes with blond hair down to the shoulder pulled back in a ponytail, dressed in a sized black suit
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 1:49 pm
Sorry Rep, there was no escaping Rin's hand now. You just run off too much anyway. Plus you started it. He smiled warmly at Rep's excitement, this was the best mission ever so far really. It's been a while since Rep has been this easy to read... even if it's not his body, "Nah, I know you. That beats an autograph any day. Not groupie either. You know what a groupie is, right?"
Quote: Rin is an 8ft zombie dog boil; "He" has long cropped ears, a stubby tail, two doggish back legs, beady little white eyes, and is dark coloured with tan markings broken up by bright red open wounds that marble "his" entire form. Wears a camo tank top with a well-worn olive green jacket over it, khakis, and dog tags with a skull on the ball-chain.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:05 pm
One of the freaks, a blonde guy - presumably a vampire made their way over to the two of them and Rep frowned. Great, they'd have to ramp up the whole pretending to be from this place even ******** further, and he was already awful at it.
He got a vague standoffish sort of stare from the demon golem. Did he want a compliment or something? Rep didn't compliment the creatures here, even on an incognito mission. "Of course I've got you beat." he grunted with a shrug.
Rin got a curious look "Aye and I know what a groupie is. Some b***h who follows a guy around hoping he'll indulge them. Seems pretty fitting to me." The smug toothy smirk from before returned as he gave her hand a too-tight squeeze with his claws.
Quote: Appearance: Rep is a four foot tall pride demon with a well groomed mullet, long arrow tipped demon tail and tiny bat wings. He is dressed in the style of a wealthy military nobleman with polished brass buttons and various skull and other Halloween emblem shaped decorative medals. He has a small red bull perched somewhere on his person at all times.
His voice feels incongruously gruff for his small stature and he has an unusual accent.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:25 pm
Rin squeezed back even tighter before using a free hand to punch Rep in the arm. it was then he finally noticed their visitor and put on a false face, "Hello, who the jack are you?"
Quote: Rin is an 8ft zombie dog boil; "He" has long cropped ears, a stubby tail, two doggish back legs, beady little white eyes, and is dark coloured with tan markings broken up by bright red open wounds that marble "his" entire form. Wears a camo tank top with a well-worn olive green jacket over it, khakis, and dog tags with a skull on the ball-chain.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:27 pm
Dozy unstuck his face from the ground, nose scuffed up, then began making anxious, backwards circles.
"You're the a*****e, a*****e," Harrison scowled back, not sure who the little s**t was, but about 100% who it wasn't. "I am trying," and here he mustered up a dignified expression, "to have a conversation with the lady..."
He paused when he saw the jar he was holding.
"What's that you've got in there?"
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