This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween...
It was just after sunset, on October 31, 1996, the night the Gargoyles of Manhattan had been looking forward to for some time. It was the one of the few nights of the year where they could interact with humans without having to worry about their reactions. So long as they exercised a certain amount of caution with regards to their wings and tails, they would be thought of as nothing more than humans in costumes. And with the Halloween Ball that Xanatos was throwing, they intended to do exactly that. It would be good for all of them.
A few had opted out. Hudson was going with Claw to take the children from the Labyrinth (along with Nashville and Tachi), trick or treating. Guinevere had decided that she would head over to the parallel world they now sometimes frequented, in order to spend the holiday with Franklin. Icy had declined to attend, feeling uncomfortable in such a crowd of humans.
And one particular Gargoyle was looking forward to tonight most of all. Angela was going to spend the next twenty-four hours as a human, an offer that had been made by their houseguest, Jubilee, who in return would be spending the time as a Gargoyle. It had turned out, according to Owen, that it was magically less taxing to trade aspects of a thing, to keep the universal forces more in balance, than to try and change something outright.
So it was that Angela wrapped on Jubilee's door. "Jubilee? Are you ready?"
A few had opted out. Hudson was going with Claw to take the children from the Labyrinth (along with Nashville and Tachi), trick or treating. Guinevere had decided that she would head over to the parallel world they now sometimes frequented, in order to spend the holiday with Franklin. Icy had declined to attend, feeling uncomfortable in such a crowd of humans.
And one particular Gargoyle was looking forward to tonight most of all. Angela was going to spend the next twenty-four hours as a human, an offer that had been made by their houseguest, Jubilee, who in return would be spending the time as a Gargoyle. It had turned out, according to Owen, that it was magically less taxing to trade aspects of a thing, to keep the universal forces more in balance, than to try and change something outright.
So it was that Angela wrapped on Jubilee's door. "Jubilee? Are you ready?"