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The Graveyard; Sunday Evening [ 10/31 ].

Oct 31, 2010 17:29

Baron Alexander Gwydion Daventritous Llwedoratio Ignitous Saladar Victor Vincente the Third, Terror of the Night and Scourge of Skimpy Nightdresses, was having an unfortunately unsuccessful hunt so far. He blamed most of it on that blasted prince and his silly daggers, but he figured perhaps he should just take some moments to get back into the ( Read more... )

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angelo_wings October 31 2010, 22:53:53 UTC

Rinoa hardly counted as a maiden, in her altered state. She was certainly no innocent. But she could play the part as well as any, given the obvious limitations of the outfit and the leathery wings. Those didn't exactly fit the mold of "sweet, nubile maiden, wandering the graveyard and in frightful peril."

Maybe someone wouldn't notice until she was too close? For now, she was going to walk between headstones, sighing to herself.

"I hope nothing dangerous is about tonight," she simpered.

daventryprince October 31 2010, 23:00:43 UTC

Ah-ha! What luck! Earl Alexander Gwydion turned his head toward the promising sound of a simpering victim and a fang-ful grin crept onto his face. Perfect! All this needed was a quick slink into some shadows, where he would wait in anticipation for the maiden to wander into the perfect position to be overcome by the darkness that awaited her.

angelo_wings October 31 2010, 23:09:15 UTC

Rinoa loved the darkness. She walked forward, pretending to be scared of the shadows, holding her arms (and wings!) close to her body out of fear. Really!

She couldn't sense anyone about, yet, but what sort of island was this if fake-maidens could traipse through graveyards unharmed? She made sure to stop once or twice at the sounds of branches blowing in the wind, as if the big bad trees might get her.

Help! She was oh so scared!

daventryprince November 1 2010, 14:46:51 UTC

It was not big bad trees she had to fear, but big bad vampires! One of which was now taking his chance to spring upon a helpless maiden in skimpy clothing, spreading his cloak menacing as he called out, "I vant to suck your blaa--"

But as he got closer, he could easily sense a certain...impurity here and paused mid-approach to declare, "Vait, you haf already been claimed to the night!"

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notmyownage October 31 2010, 23:26:33 UTC

After a wonderful chase around the park, Claudia found herself headed for the graveyard. More territory to explore!

Though something smelled very odd here.

raspberryturk November 1 2010, 00:24:33 UTC

HARK! Or, rather, WARK! What was that, thundering between the gravestones in the dead of night?

Why, didn't everybody know the legend of the mighty CHOCOMOG, which rose from the confines of their summon materia on Halloween in order to deliver a candy-covered deathblow to all deserving persons!

Even the dead counted, on Halloween! This holiday was for them, after all! And that was why the chocomog, armed with a fair bit of the candy in question, came to a screeching halt in amongst the gravestones! And, while the chocobo paused to preen, the moogle on his back struck a dramatic pose before throwing an armload of candy at all the denizens of Fandom's illustrious cemetery! And then the chocomog was fleeing again into the night, as suddenly and as mysteriously as it had appeared!

Happy Halloween!