The Bar's sense of humor is infamous.

[mogget_cat]

Oh. It's Halloween again.

That was Yrael's first thought after walking in from outside to find himself... transformed. His white clothes had been replaced by far too much black leather. Far too much. His short white hair had been replaced by long, somewhat physics-defying silver-white hair, flowing in an unfelt breeze

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[killitwith_fire]

Axel's by the fire, relatively unchanged - except for his hair, of course, which instead of resembling an angry chocobo, hangs around his shoulders, braided an beaded, exactly like Spoon's.

[mogget_cat]

Sephyrael is heading his way, looking for a place to wait out the holiday.

"Evening, Axel," he says, flopping awkwardly down on the couch beside him. Damn sword.

[killitwith_fire]

"...Yrael. Interesting costume," Axel replies. With a grin.

Hey, he got of light.

(Just keeeep telling yourself that, Axel.)

[mogget_cat]

"Tell me about it. Nearly fell over, trying to get this thing in the doorway, and now I'm being haunted by music."

"What about you? Those're new." Black-gloved finger through the braids.

Schwing!

[dontloselight]

It's the music that alerts him.

Of course, being a little more than half the size he used to be, Cloud is in no fit state to be doing any defeating of any sort.

Plus, his blocky limbs move strangely.

"Hey!" he shouts, his voice sounding strangely higher in pitch than usual, "You."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael looks over and... down at the pint-sized Cloud.

And laughs.

And only half because he just realized who he must look like.

[dontloselight]

Of all the times to face his Darkness, this really is the worst.

And that laugh. It grates on his nerves.

He pulls his sword out, but it only vaguely resembles his (mostly in size) and narrows his eyes. Sort of.

[mogget_cat]

His shoulders shake with laughter*, Yrael holding out his hands in a Please stop, let me catch my breath from laughing so hard gesture.

Then, suddenly, his laughter has stopped, the black-caped man shaking his head in amusement.

"Oh Cloud, don't be such a fool."

*As shown about 25 seconds in. :D

[ostro_goth]

There is a scowling stranger with a very ugly, drooping moustache by the fireplace, looking up at the music.

He is wearing something that can only be described as flimsy polyester stage armour, and has a small kitten on his arm.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael eyes the scowling be-moustached stranger in his... strange clothes.

"... Either there will soon be a lethally furious Goth in here, hunting he who has taken his kitten, in which case I recommend you leave the kitten here and flee for your life, or Halloween has befallen him as it has myself, and I am wasting my breath."

[ostro_goth]

The stranger is mostly white and pale, and recognises the kitten, so --

"Yrael?"

Pause.

"That is a somewhat oversized sword; it would be as unhandy as my non-armour would be useless."

[mogget_cat]

"It's useful for getting a waitrat's attention without having to get up, at least," he says, day, as he takes a seat beside his friend. "It's very well-balanced, from what little I know of swords, but I do not see how it can be."

The hilt is offered to Teja. A little awkwardly, because Yrael is not used to having to maneuver something so long and sharp.