He did the monster mash! [party thread]

[smithnjones]

[OOC: I know there have been a lot of posts lately, but this one can be tagged from now until whenever. I just wanted to get it up this weekend. It technically happens Sunday evening. There has been advertisements up in the journal and around the Kashtta. Non-Kashtta residents can come too! Costume is not required though remember, you can feel free

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[very_bad_advice]

Flauros has always enjoyed Halloween. Lesser demons rising from Hell to cause all sorts of mischief, children wandering about seeking candy, and adults holding parties. Oh, and let's not forget that they're all dressed up today. Flauros is no exception; even if he didn't choose his costume. He honestly can't decide if he's more disgusted, or amused by the fact that he woke up as one of the many forms of Azrael, the angel of death.

It gets complicated when you find out that Flauros is either Azrael's older brother, or his uncle.

Either way, there's a Wanderer demon at the party casually standing by the food table munching on food. There's a human looking demon who's dressed in a black robe with a hood. Tied around his waist is a rope, and attached to that rope is a large book. Flauros finds it ridiculous, but whatever. He's decided to up the ridiculousness by exposing his own wings.

If anyone asks, he'll just say that they're part of the costume, and hope that nobody tries to touch them. Because in truth? The wings aren't physical in the least.

[suchasound]

Jane does not see the point in dressing up as someone else when she has no desire to pretend to be anyone else for even an hour. However, she did want to attend the party to mingle, to meet new people. She did not expect or realize that when she showed up her outfit would be replaced by a costume.

It's Xena Warrior Princess, and it is frighteningly accurate. The sword is real. The chakrams are real. What annoyance she could have felt at having been forced into a costume is gone at the thought that she could possibly take these weapons home and use them at her leisure in the future.

Of course, she isn't uncomfortable in the costume despite how revealing it is. If any male annoys her enough, she will remember their name and use the chakram on them at a later date.

Jane picks up a cup of the strange colored punch and looks sideways at him. Wanderer. "Nice costume," she says. "I would wager a guess from the book and the dark robe. ...Azrael? The wings look incredibly real."

[very_bad_advice]

Flauros had noticed the woman walk in to the room. He's not the biggest fan of Xena, but he has to admit to himself that this woman does look good. He won't allow himself to become too attracted though for whatever reason.

"Thank you," he answers back. "I've always had a fascination with him," it's true, but possibly not for the reasons she's thinking.

He chuckles when she mentions the wings. "Thanks, had them custom made. Cost a pretty penny, but I believe it's worth it," and okay that part is a lie, but he sounds as sincere as possible.

"What brings you to this party?" he asks before grabbing a cup of punch.

[suchasound]

[Sorry for the delay! ;_; Super busy weekend.]

Jane wouldn't recognize the costume for what it was if she hadn't seen an episode or two. She likes a strong woman, but thinks the costume took away from the power that the woman could hold and made her more of an object of male desire as every other woman is made to be. Ahem.

"Odd thing to have a fascination with," she comments offhandedly, which is also true. She doesn't think anything of the fact that he has a fascination with him, but it isn't everyday that someone admits to having a fascination about that. The angel of death. "What makes him so fascinating to you?"

She takes a sip and smiles. "If you're going to look authentic and you have the money to do it, you might as well go all out."

"To meet someone new. I tell myself I need to be more sociable." She stretches her hand out to him. "Jane."

[very_bad_advice]

[Perfectly alright, I had one huge migraine, so I was pretty useless.]

Flauros has to take a long sip from his cup of punch in order to give him time to think of something. It's not like he can very well say, 'I have a fascination with him, because he's either my younger brother or my nephew. Now, please don't ask me how that works.' Instead, he goes with the following:

"Parents were a couple of religious nuts. Dad believed in angels, and wanted us kids to believe in them. I sort of decided to rebel and choose the one angel I knew he wouldn't like," Flauros explains to her. After another drink of punch he adds, "Besides, I always saw him as a sort of misunderstood sort of angel."

Now that, he can understand. "Allen," he introduces himself as he takes her hand into his own, and gives it a firm shake. "Pleased to meet you."

[suchasound]

Jane nods as he explains. It is an easy enough picture of a childhood to believe. Many people are religious. Humans, angels, demons. Everyone has to believe in something to get them through. It certainly doesn't always have to be some supernatural deity. Money, self, power, some cause or another, they all one to survive.

"Interesting manner of rebelling," she says with a small smile that seems to say she approves. She's curious at least. "Why would you say he's misunderstood?"

She nods and pulls her hand back. "And I to meet you, Allen. What brings you to the party?"

[very_bad_advice]

He chuckles softly, and thinks that it is an interesting way of rebelling. He takes another sip from his cup, and twirls the green liquid around. One thing he has to admit about humans, they can make some great tasting concoctions.

"He's an angel of death. In some religions he is THE angel of death. I think that we as humans see death as something horrible, and evil. Any angel, or being that governs that very thing will be considered evil. But," he takes another drink, "death is a natural part of life. I think what many religious people don't realize is that God is also in control of death. So, Azrael is just an envoy of God. It's not like he does his job for the pleasure, or that he willfully kills humans."

With that finished, Flauros takes a small breath, and smiles at Jane. "Of course, I speak as one who believes in that sort of stuff."

He thinks about her question, and finally answers her question, "For about the same reasons as you."

[suchasound]

Jane is scared of her own death, but she certainly does not think death is horrible in general. In fact, she frequently enjoys creating it in many different avenues at many different times.

"You are correct. It is very natural. It's as natural as life, isn't it? However, people do feel as though they are entitled to as much life as they can have and then more of it. It's why they will forever be frightened of death. They want more of living. So many live miserable lives, you can't understand why they'd cling so desperately to it. I don't believe in God, but I certainly don't think death is horrible."

Ah, Jane, talking as if she is not one of those who fears it. However, she knows better than to mention that fear, that scared tingle that slides up her skin whenever there are those close calls. She avoids it well by leaving as soon as suspicion is up about her, but there have been close calls.

"It's a good reason to go to a party. I always imagined that seeing people in costume gives immediate insight into their character as much as seeing them in their everyday clothing."

[very_bad_advice]

He chuckles at her answer. He always likes the ones that don't believe in God. Usually they're the take charge type; masters of their own domain, lives, and sometimes even death. The one's that do believe in God tend to be a different altogether.

"Well, to be honest, I do fear death. Which is pretty funny thing when you think about it. Sometimes though, deep down inside, I think people like you are right. That there is no God. Or, if he does exist, he's gone off somewhere, and is ignoring us."

At her comment about the costumes, Allen looks at her, and asks, "You think so?"

[suchasound]

"I think it's rather natural to fear death as natural as death may be," Jane says with a small, small smile. She won't admit to fearing it herself, but she will admit that the emotions is natural. "I feel certain that there is no God, but then again, someone else could be just as certain that He does exist. I suppose no one will know until the end."

And she is planning on the end not coming for a long, long while yet.

She nods at the question. "I do. Except it's something I'm less certain of now. I originally came in no costume at all but was forced into this one. It doesn't give you much insight into who I am if I'm forced into a costume against my choosing."