Though large groups, parties, celebrations usually weren't his style, Zathimiel had come to Halloweentown to learn, and besides, it was Halloween night. Surely he could put aside his usual preference for solitude for now.
He stood a bit towards the edge of the celebration, but he was smiling. Books and illustrations could not quite match the truth of a Halloween celebration. The scents, the sound, the FEAR in the air... It was heaven and excitement, even for someone unaccustomed to socialization.
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Zath is a 5'9" bishonen Blight Dragon with ridiculously long black hair, pale skin, and wings and a tail like an Archdemon's. He is wearing a deep red-violet turtleneck, black gloves, a black longcoat with scarlet edging, dark scarlet pants, and black boots. He is a GUEST STUDENT~
Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:14 pm
Suddenly everything seemed turned up on high. The noises and the crowd all seemed to blend together in an over whelming wave. Even the small dimmed pumpkin lanterns felt blinding… It was all in her head of course, but this was the apocalypse we were talking about. The worst thing that could happen tonight was already here. The poltergeist was starting to feel frantic and feeling closed in. Breathe quickening, as her heart seemed to be beating faster in her chest. Why was she not actually taking her time to back up, perhaps run away from impending doom? Then she heard the fur-covered boil talk. ‘No worries, treatheart,’
That was it? No worries? It all stopped, returning to normal… Well as normal as Halloween Town ever was. Glancing up she looked around, just to make sure. It was back to it’s dimly lit streets, fun-attractions and citizens littering the streets for this fearful occasion. It was fine, there no impending doom today, or better stated right now. She took another breath, this one more like a sigh of relief. “Hard to miss?” She replied kind of surprised. Technically she missed him, but what he said was kind of an understatement. “Your huge, and your sitting…” Eira said with a hint of concern in her voice. Why was she even trying to argue this? She could go now and continue with her Halloween… He gave her a sharp, crooked grin. This didn’t disturb her as it was seen all too often at the academy, but it was still unnerving to see something so sharp in someone’s mouth. Did they ever cut their tongues?
‘Could he be a student?’ The thought popped in her head with out warning. Her uncovered eye scanned over the tanned boil. He looked the age, but she didn’t recognize him. Not that her say was much of anything, she was just a first year. Plus he didn't look much like a ghost and she tended to keep to herself and the dorms.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:21 pm
Rep couldn't help but grin and grin big, this golem completely suited for it, massive overbite fangs just accenting his usually predatory demeanour. "You look like Killer." he offered, leaning in to rumble approvingly. "I like your horn."
It was his turn to crack the hell up however at Harrison's pun, his own laugh rough and as loud as usual. "Hahah, aye. I take a lot of pride in feline fine right now. I'm not a p***y any longer."
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:21 pm
FEAR was thick in the air, ringing from the rooftops to the center of the crowds. It swirled, pooled, and thrummed with a sense of life that pulsated within each and every citizen of Halloween. This was their night, their one single moment every year in which the parallels between Halloween and the Human World met.
But it was more then that; much, much more then that. Those in the celebration may notice it. They might feel it. Or perhaps it would pass them by. Such was the thrill of Halloween's mysteries.
Some may notice a few new faces in the crowd. Some familiar, some not.
Some may even hear a some new voices in the crowd. Some familiar, some not. Some loud, some soft. Some public, some not.
But it all came down to one single thing: this was Halloween.
HUNTERS:
You get the feeling that someone is behind you, however upon looking you realize that nobody is there. It is only when you stop and think that it occurs to you that you are no longer alone: your weapon is back.
(( When you return to Deus Ex, your stone tablet will have reverted to the totem form of your weapon. Your weapon seems to be suffering some sort of amnesia. They cannot recall anything about the final battle; they do not recall turning into stone.
And in the case of two particular weapons, they do not remember merging and becoming something else.
And for one Very Special Trainee whose weapon may or may not have been killed by Caelius: Yeah. Your weapon remembers that happening. In fact, that's the last thing they remember. How awkward.))
HUNTER BUT NOT IN HALLOWEEN? (( When you wake up the next morning your stone tablet is your weapon's totem again. When you touch it, you can hear them again. Your weapon has no memory of the final battle.))
HORSEMEN:
You think you see a familiar face in the crowd, one that makes you suddenly stop in your tracks and look. But as your eyes search, you cannot find them again. You... must be seeing things. Yes, that's it.
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You feel... something. It's something familiar, but you can't quite put your finger on it. Perhaps it's... Hm. Wait. Is it just you or is the crowd a little thicker than usual? Then again, it is Halloween.
Melvin had no idea how big the holiday was for Halloween citizens that the gathering was overwhelming. The fact that there were THIS many kinds of creatures all celebrating in one place left his head swimming. It was like being that one jazz lover in Woodstock, not only was he surrounded, but he was the enemy to them. However, he just had to remember what Saliva, Candace, and Rin all told him during Fright Night and he should be fine.
He hoped.
At least he was in one piece, not rotting, and was wearing shoes instead of hooves. The wings were a bit bulky, but as he touched them he felt thrilled that they were soft if not made him feel more like a large raven.
He refrained from cuddling his wings and instead slowly flexed them, feeling a odd shiver down his spine at how they responded before they jerked out with a twitch and hit someone. Oops! He had to be careful.
"Sorry. I'm...uh......" What did he say? "....have a condition."
Nice save.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:31 pm
“…Ah…I see…” Hel replied to Shun. “Well, I hope you and Mitsu have a safe journey and I hope you will return soo—“
Hel then yelped rather loudly and jumped as her a** was smacked, and she whirled around. Attack first, ask questions later. Hel balled up her fist and socked her sister right across the cheek. “Jack damn it, Freya!” The ghoul snarled, and was about to rip her sister another few hundred holes in that costume, until she just felt…something.
The ghoul’s posture immediately slackened, and she looked around. She knew there was a lot of beings here…but something felt…different.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:34 pm
((THEIR HATE NEVER DIES, DANTE <3))
For a minute, the ghoul looked seriously upset. More than upset, in fact; she seemed panicked, the look in her eye suggesting she was suffering from some sort of waking nightmare, or was suffering from hallucinations. A look of concern crossed the skinwalker's face, eyebrows furrowing a bit and falling lower, knitting the skin of his brow into seriousness. Straightening from where he had been perched on the wall, Nuk stood up fully, coming a little closer and bending a bit to be more at her eye-level, trying to catch her attention. "Hey. You ok?" he asked, his voice softer than it had been before, although it was hard to tell under the natural roughness of his voice. Lifting one hand, the monster nearly let it rest on her shoulder, hesitating and letting it over a few inches away from her before he let it drop, deciding against it. Best not be touching strange ghouls who were hyperventilating at your very presence. He didn't want to freak her out anymore than he clearly already had.
The skinwalker was about to turn to ask a passer-by for help when the trance-like state the ghost had achieved began to pass as quickly as it become. When he looked back, Nuk noticed Eira seemed far more alert, going as far as to glance around her curiously, as if as equally puzzled by her own previous state as he was. What a weird ghoul. Still, she seemed fine now, and the monster too began to relax, muscles uncoiling beneath dark, tanned skin. Folding his arms across his chest, he settled back a little against the wall again, leaning against it heavily as he eyed the ghoul, quirking an eyebrow at her skeptically, cocking his head to one side. Now that the moment for concern had passed, he took a minute to look her over, curiously, wondering if perhaps he'd seen her before. He was almost sure he hadn't... but then again, his memory had never been very good. She seemed old enough to attend Amityville, but young enough that she wouldn't have graduated yet... and although he had been gone a long time, he probably would have recognized her if she were in his grade. In all likelihood, she was a Year One.
Snickering a little in the back of his throat, the skinwalker gave her an amused stare at her surprised reply, lifting his eyebrow further. "Mmm. I'm not hard to trip into, I mean," he replied, grinning again, "As you almost saw."
Pausing a second, he considered something before rolling his shoulders, shrugging off whatever it was he was thinking about. Which was that he didn't need any more 'friends,' and to let this ghoul be on her way. What was the harm in talking a while? It made the time go by faster, at any rate.
"What's your name?"
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Nuk is a tall, buff Native American Skinwalker whose natural ability is to shapeshift into any animal he possesses a skin for. He can often be found as a black wolf, bear or crow. He is currently Year 2.
hmmf? What'chamean? Clearly someone had been picking up bad habits off of a certain individual.
At being pricked by the toothpick, Levi flinched, abruptly swallowing the remainder of her floresce-on-a-stick. Oooooh~ got that much guts in'ya now, Rex? 'Ere, lemme give'ya'a hand. Fellar like yew shouldn't be playin' with sharp things while walkin'. With the aid of her tail, the tatzel ghoul popped Demi up onto her shoulders. He was nowhere near as light as Jove, but if she kept her tail around the hound... kekeke~
Now they were a three critter totem.
Hmm? Sure it was busy, but something told Levi the crowd was gaining mass somehow. What an odd sensation. Odd, yet somehow familiar. Ya'feel that thar? She had no idea what to call it. Maybe it was the wind or something.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:45 pm
The crowd wasn't something the witch was exactly used to, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was actually rather nice to loose oneself in the crowd, to just wander among the people in a wide circle around the brimming light. Even just letting herself bask in the glow was enough to warm her, enough to distract her from the odd whistling noise behind her... Not unused to odd noises behind her, the witch ignored it for just a moment, but well, it was rather curious and the witch did finally turn around. A ghoul? With a cute outfit?? Belladonna couldn't help but find herself tripped toward the ghoul, because well, that dress was really cute and ghouls never whistled at her and and and... OK. She was lonely and wanted someone to talk to. Whatever, at least this little ghoul knew how to work a petticoat. That was such a rare commodity that found the witch right before the ghoul, a soft smile on her face. "Your petticoat is lovely. Wherever did you get it?"
Honestly, Serafina wasn't surprised by the amount of people. It was Halloween! It was an exciting day! It was what they were named for! Right? Right. Of course that was the only reason why there were so many people crowding, though she wished they would be a bit further away. It was hard to shove food in her purse when people kept bumping into her.
She grumbled quietly as she attempted to close up her already stuffed purse.
Maybe she'd try again later... This clearly wasn't working very well.
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Serafina Arai is a first year Ghost. She's a Kuchisake-onna who loves people and eating food when she doesn't have to worry about hiding her face.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:47 pm
Kettil had decided to wear something different today - today he was dressed up as someone's butler with a faux bullet wound in is chest - complete with fake blood oozing out if it, other than that he looked completely normal. He fiddled with the 'bloodied' white gloves he'd worn for the occasion ignoring, for now, the feeling of density to the crowd brushing it off as 'the norm'.
His hair was still in dreads but he'd pulled it all back into a nice respectable low ponytail style and he almost looked the part.
Almost.
Idly he waned up behind Freya and then just loomed there like a jerk after waving at everyone else she'd been talking to.
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((+ OOC Blurb to save on Quote Training)) Kettil is a 6'2" tall Y2 Reaper with purple dreadlocks. Is currently dressed in a suit with a faux bullet hole in it and some bloodied white gloves, for whatever reason he decided to dress up as a butler who'd gotten shot during a murder scandal.
Gene's first Halloween - and what a Halloween it was. She'd actually gotten to go out on a little spree before the real day, and now for this giant celebration of awesome. It was just great.
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Gene is a hipster doppelganger with blue skin, silver hair, and a beanie.
Well, billy had enjoyed scaring some kids, and now he got a reward from it. He scooped up his payment of silver seeds and went to mingle with the crowds. Spotting a familiar face he waved.
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((Demi sez stop being gay Nuk, the pot calling the kettle black))
Karma had come full circle to the pup as he felt the tatzel wrap a tail around his torso. "Oh Jack no." a moment of terror flashed over his eyes, followed by a yelp as he was hoisted in the air. It was just too embarrassing.
How the tatzel had that much strength in her tail to lift that much weight he could not even fathom it. and cursed his stubby tail and its fluffiness.
But the view from up here was nice. the hound peered down into the crowd with his eyes wide. "Woooow the crowd is HUGE." he exclaimed, keeping a hand firmly on the foxfires foot. Just in case, he didn't want to go face to face with one angry Ren after this.
"All i feel is one annoying TAILHUG." he barked at from above and used his tail to bat at a section of the whiplike extension.
The crown seemed to be growing still, faces he knew and didn't know, fleeting glimpses of residents he felt he knew before they vanished into the crowd. and then there was Shun.
"SHUN SMEEELLLSSSSSSS." He yelled from his high chair in the crowd, flailing his arms madly at the show below. There was always time to be naughty in his book.
Demi looks like this kind of Hellhound
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 7:58 pm
They were both laughing when a change came over the wind, and Harrison heard a chilly whisper just over his shoulder, as something brushed his shoulders.
Goosepimples rushed across the golem's thin neck, but with it came a sort of giddyness, a continuation of their laughter, a ghoulish cackle riding on cool air the same temperature of a server room.
It made the stir he'd felt a few days ago seem incredibly small.
The reconnection was so sudden and physical it was almost palpable, stronger than he'd ever felt it, realer than when they had been using the experimental golems, electric, powerful, in his ears more than his head-
And next to Rep- for just a flickering instant, not the clumsy recreations in mud, but thick wings and long claws, with hellish eyes-
Heheheheh!
Harrison realized his eyes were wet, and wiped them.
"B0nez?" He said aloud, looking beside him. Nobody was there.
Lol, monitor must have gone out. Where are we? Status updates? ...What's the matter with you.
Nothing, Harrison thought, still not sure what the hell had happened, but absolutely sure of the results. Good to have everything like it should be.
Harrison is a hunter and in a golem. He is a 5'6 tall female unicorn.
