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!

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[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]

1/2

[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?

[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ He shook his head, moving a hand to hold Sarah's chin for just one moment, to see her face properly, and then he removed Sarah's hand with a strong grip. What is this nagging feeling from his suit that he should have gotten used to cat-like hands -- ]

I'm a busy man.

[lil-hocus-pocus.livejournal.com]

[aw, she's pouting at you now]

Oh, we'll make sure you never worry about anything again, won't we girls? Sisters? Sing!

[With a stop of her foot, Winifred gets her sisters in order and they immediately start chanting]