the funk of forty thousand years

[imaskellington.livejournal.com]

[And just like last year, the main room has been cleared out for a Grand Halloween Ball! There's music playing, food for every monster/animal/zombie you are dressed up as, and a few dancing skeletons to liven up the mood.

Also. Don't go to the dance floor alone.

Because you will find yourself dancing the "Thriller" automatically :}

Kiddies, feel free to go trick or treating!]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE!

Comments

[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

What business is it of yours?

[Winifred obviously thinks you're beneath her notice, if that disdainful look says anything. Sarah however, is eying your costume appreciatively. Roxas has started to emanate a kind of smoky glow that's getting brighter by the second.]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

He works for me.

[ A bit of a head, eying all three of them one by one -- yes, yes, you can see a hint of those sideburns on his face, sshh. ]

And I wouldn't wish for his usefulness to disappear now.

[ See journal name for what's going on. ]

[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

Oh, you can have him as much as you like... Once we're through with him.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

Tell me what you plan to do first, and perhaps I'll consider it.

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[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

Oh, nothing much at all, really. We're just going to-

[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

Suck the life out of him!

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ Well. Ladies, do you fight? ]

I don't believe I can allow that.

[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

[n. but they do sing rather well if you'd care to listen]

And what're you gonna do about it, tough guy?

[Roxas doesn't even resist being grabbed and jerked closer, still under Sarah's spell. The witches are closing ranks fully intent on bending to do just what Sarah blurted out a moment ago]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ Oh shit, where did those lances come from. And why are they now right. Above. Them. Winifred gets three, Sarah and Mary get one each.

The sixth lance floated beside Xaldin. ]

Why, skewer you where you are like pigs, of course.

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[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

[well, that works. for now. they'll just come back later thanks to the whole selling their souls thing.]

[summer_poprocks]

[Roxas abruptly snaps out of the trance he was in, looking around himself with wide eyes at the sight he definitely doesn't recall witnessing. He looks ready to faint, actually. Or puke. He's also still glowing.]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ Don't worry, bro. You're lucky he hasn't discovered Dragonreign+ yet.

But then, now that it's settled -- he looks at Roxas for a moment. ]

My, my. To nearly take what's left of a Nobody... Such a concept.

[summer_poprocks]

[makes a faint noise and staggers away from the... witches... a hand over his mouth and looking pretty green. he's never actually seen a dead person before, and definitely not up close]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ The lances disappear as if they weren't there, of course. ]

You might wish to run, Roxas.

[summer_poprocks]

[that probably would be the best idea given the circumstances, but he happened to be looking when those three literally dropped down dead into heaps on the floor, blood pooling around them. brb fainting at the sight of it]

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[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ . . . Sigh. Why must he end up cleaning it up -- oh right, he killed them.

To think all he did was but a sort of psychological experiment. He sent in his lances too quick. ]

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ A snap of his fingers, and Dragoons appear. They bring Roxas to an empty room, maybe dump him either on a bed, couch or soft rug. Xaldin was looking at the three dead bodies.

Hah. ]

Come back fully healed, now.

[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

[Oh cool shag carpet- I mean. It takes a few minutes, but that blood is starting to slowly suck itself back in. A minute more and they're picking themselves up off the floor and dusting off.]

Why that little... Where is he?

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

Asleep elsewhere, of course.

That is, unless you're in the mood to play hide and seek?

[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

Hmph! As if we need resort to such childish games.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

Whatever will you do, then?

[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

Oh Winnie~! Maybe we can use this one- we're running out of dead man's toes.

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

Ladies, a problem will occur even if you're able to get my toes.

After all, I do not exist.

[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

Nonsense. You exist perfectly well enough for us.

[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

[that hand feeling along your rubber suit's contours would be Sarah's.]

You feel real enough to me. Can I play with him first, just a little?