You Better Watch Out, You Better Not Cry...

[lastminutestuff]

Who: Death The Hogfather, Rex, and YOU! (Open)
What: Two decide to take the matter of spreading holiday cheer into their own hands.
Where:All around Nautilus
When: December 24th, midnight or thereabouts. Time is irrelevant.
Warnings: Depends on who's tagging
Notes: Feel free to tag in if you want an interactive visitation! Otherwise feel free to

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ALKHDF You're gonna scare the crap out of my kid here, you know that? XDDD

[keepastrnghrt]

Mitham found himself outside this night. He sat on a small bench he'd Bent up right against the side of the house, a big this blanket wrapping him so only his head peeked out the top. The head of a small panda bear peeked out too around the level of his stomach. The cub was curled up on his lap and looking curiously into the eerie night fog and snow.

Mitham let out a contented sigh, happy to be in his new home, with new family and friends. Nautilus was a good place for him, and despite some serious downs he had no desire to leave.

IT'S NOT ON PURPOSE 8(

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     And then....the sound of bells, the sort that makes one thinks of sparkles, but whatever fairy might accompany them would be a bit on the chunky side, perhaps from nibbling on too many cookies.

The sleigh touches down just a ways down the block, the white horse that pulls it pawing at the ground with a great hoof, shaking his head. The taller of the passengers aboard the sleigh steps out, fussing a bit with beard and outfit. A thoughtful HMM is emitted as he looks over a list, stepping around towards the back of the sleigh to inspect and sort through sacks.

BLAME STARSCREAM!! /sneaks in to have the boy try to sneak away before he recogs anyone

[keepastrnghrt]

The soft chime of bells catches his attention and Mitham finds himself looking around, trying to peer into the thick fog, willing it to give up its secrets. When he catches sight of a sleigh, and more importantly a tall bearded man in a red suit Mitham shoots to his feet, eyes wide and face draining of color. Hugging the cub to him he tries to hold onto the blanket and move away.

This must be him. This must be that Santa Claws person Starscream told him about. He knows the Seeker said the Deva only came for your soul if you made a contract with him, asked him for something, but Mitham didn't want to take any chances. Best way to not risk inadvertently making a contract that would forfeit his soul he would merely leave the area. His only hesitation was Kairi and Sora. What if Santa Claws went for them instead? What if they hadn't heard the warning?

Mitham paused in his retreat, trying to decide the best course of action for himself and his new family.

xD;;;

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     PERHAPS IT IS IN THE OTHER SACK, the figure in red informs his helper, pointing vaguely at the brown lumps that have served as cushions for the sleigh; it really wasn't much of a two person transport.

The sounds of footsteps drew his attention, and Death glanced back down the street. The footsteps sounded like they were going further away than approaching. Strange, it wasn't supposed to work that way.

Oh Death, you SLEIGH me, roflflflflflflfl

[flamescout]

All in all, this had been the best Christmas that Raye could remember having. The food was great, the flight over Nautilus breathtaking, and the exchange of gifts was...

Sigh. ♥

She decided to wait up with him until his friend arrived, knowing he was heading out to spread some holiday cheer with an inexperienced citizen of Nautilus, just to show him or her the ropes. But that was all she knew.

The sound of jingling bells stilled the small talk as Raye lifted her head from Rex's shoulder and looked to the front door. "Sounds like your ride's here. Good luck out there! Knock 'em--"

And then she saw the owner of the sleigh. Suddenly she was glad she hadn't finished that sentence! Was this for real? He was going out on Christmas Eve with Death?! Stunned, Raye's head snapped from face to skull to face, jaw falling open

[naniteknight]

Rex had only sort of been keeping track of time, honestly. It was about the time he heard the sound of sleigh bells outside that he questioned his own wisdom in agreeing to ride with "the Hogfather"... It had been nothing short of a perfect evening and after spending a little time settled in with Raye, the two of them closer and more content than they'd ever been together, he was reluctant to leave her.

But...he'd told Death he'd help out. And really, how does one tell Death "no", anyway? Even for Rex, who made a hobby out of defying authority, that was a little tough. He had avoided death plenty of times back home, but it was more difficult when the concept was given form...and had just parked a horse driven sleigh in the front yard. It was only by reminding himself that it was just for a few hours and that he'd have a good part of Christmas itself with Raye that Rex managed to gear up mentally for the trip and task ahead

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     The "Hogfather" gave a nod towards the black-haired girl, and that may have even been an attempt at a wink as one point of glowing blue flickered in and out within the shadows of its socket.

I WANTED TO MAKE SURE I GOT IT RIGHT. I'VE EVEN BEEN PRACTICING THE LAUGH. OH YES...

He grinned, then held out the pile of green-themed clothing to Rex. The ears lay hidden beneath the jingle-belled hat.

[flamescout]

...

Okay, this was just wrong. Par for the course in Nautilus, Raye supposed. She wilted over with a heavy sigh, surrendering to the weirdness. Raye wasn't sure even Rex could take the edge off of this particular Christmas endeavor. But they were trying, and that took a lot of guts.

...Er...or the metaphysical equivalent thereof.

The laugh was beyond creepy, but at least he got the suit part right. As for the sleigh, Raye wasn't sure she wanted to verify how authentic it looked. Skeleton reindeer might be that back-breaking straw.

"Well, hope you two have fun," Raye said, folding her arms tight. She was about to say something more, until she saw the bundle of green things.

The corner of her mouth twitched. Okay, maybe she was wrong. The situation could be redeemed from creepiness.

"Rex, are you going to be an elf?"

Possibly a short one

[lightningkick]

It wasn't really much different than any other Christmas Eve. Holidays have a tendency to blend in with regular days when it comes to law enforcement. Criminals don't rest. In fact, some of the worst crimes occurred around this time of year, brought about by greed and recognizing an opportunity to prey on the naive who let their guard down with just a little Christmas optimism.

Not that Chun-Li really expected much in the way of break-ins or thefts, when it was so easy to just think your needs into existence. But the recent release of a certain prisoner has her more than a little unsettled

Short tag but I want to clarify first- Is there a chimney?

[lastminutestuff]

     Was that a thump from above? Maybe it was your imagination. At least Binky makes much smoother landings than any four hogs could on such small rooftops.

Sure!

[lightningkick]

Chun-Li's shoulders jerked violently as the sound roused her from her slumber, blinking groggily. Huh...? She scrubbed the heel of her palm against her eye with one hand, raising the other to look at the LED display on her wristwatch.

Then she realized just what had woken her up in the first place, and her gaze snapped upward. The roof? Why the roof?

Subconsciously, her hand had already strayed to the gun at her hip. It seemed odd that someone would come after her, but who knows? She wasn't exactly friendly with Leslie or Megatron. Still. Nautilus seemed to like its holidays, and it wouldn't surprise her if it threw out a real Santa Claus surprise.

She stood to her feet and gathered up her papers, carrying them into her bedroom, and lingering in the hallway to keep an eye on the living room and kitchen, where a recently-bent plate of chocolate cookies and a glass of milk sat on the mantle.

Cookies. And guns. She was prepared for the best and the worst.

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     As luck would have it, Chun-Li would arguably be getting both of which she prepared for, in one neat package. Perhaps that was a pun as well.

There were no further noises from above, but a moment later there was a fine dusting of snow within the fireplace. Shortly something much larger dropped down with a soft thud. Watching the mysterious figure unfold from below the mantle itself was something of complicated thing to describe, but soon enough the seven-foot form in red and white furs straightened and took a look around. There might have been a quiet HA. STILL GOT IT.

And then the "Hogfather" turned, peering curiously at the cookies for a moment before picking one up.

Possibly an even shorter one, feel free to just drop something on her head

[501_blues]

Leviathan stared longingly at the border separating the western district from the northern, marked by the uneven line of snow that didn't entirely cross over into the sector of the red sky. She shifted her spear in her hand, frowning. She really should move. It wasn't as if she spent much time in the sector where she'd first awoken, preferring to seek out her human friends and fussing over them happily

XD;; Feel free to fill in what the present would be, you know her better than I do.

[lastminutestuff]

     Indeed, the sound of sleigh bells or perhaps some mad gypsy gifted with the power to dance across the sky echo in the night.

Despite living in the Western District, Death didn't quite like it. For one that lived in a dimension of his own creation that was completely monochromatic and majorly consisted of copies of things that oftentimes were quite wrong in concept, he felt that there was something very unnatural about the red-skied district.

But there were mortals even here, despite the warnings and the obvious dangers. These individuals would not be overlooked. And so the sleigh dipped down low, a wrapped package gathered in red-gloved hands before being slipped over the side and down to its unsuspecting recipient.

[501_blues]

Bonk.

Thank goodness for the helmet. Not that it would have hurt her much anyway, since the package itself was fairly light and squishy. Leviathan frowned upward, peering at the sleigh and the underside of a...white...something. Whatever it was. It didn't match anything in her databanks, that was for sure.

But still. A present? For her? Huh. She stooped to pick it up, idly brushing off the dust, and tore off the paper.

Two of the plushie dolls tumbled out of her grip, as she hadn't been expecting multiple items. Four dolls? And they seemed oddly familiar, in blue and red and...green...and black...

"Oh..." she breathed, looking at the chubby, cartoonish faces of her brothers and master in soft, huggable forms.

Reploids didn't often cry. They could, but it was a voluntary function like most of their systems. But if it were involuntary, she probably would have shed a tear or two of happiness as she hugged the little dolls close to her. She didn't know how her mysterious gift-giver had known, but...wow. It was good to

/tags with everyone B)

[turian_honor]

What was sleep?

No, really. What was it? He'd gotten so used to operating on minimal rest that the notion of turning in early, or sleeping late, was downright foreign to him. Even here, in this city, where the work was a lot less dire than it had been on either Omega or the Normandy, he stayed up long into the night, tinkering with the mako, his omnitool, or his armor. Some nights, he roamed rooftops, watching, waiting

8D

[lastminutestuff]

     Death really never saw the purpose of going down a chimney. It was a practice of the Hogfather that he found very impractical, just as he did doorknobs.

Thus he was quite thankful that not all of the places here in the city had chimneys, not to mention Albert was not present to make sure he did things right. Going through walls worked just fine for Death.

DO YOU WANT TO COME ALONG? he asked his merry pixie helper. I THINK I CAN FIGURE OUT HOW TO OPEN THE DOOR FROM THE INSIDE.

Maybe.

[naniteknight]

Rex sat in the sleigh, watching as Death examined their options. He'd been watching the guy deal with something akin to semi-legal breaking and entering for most of the night. ...and quite frankly, that had been one of the most entertaining parts of all this.

"Yeah, sure. Or just pop open a window or something." Hopping out of the sleigh, Rex straightened out his hat and, for the dozenth time that night, resisted the urge to pull off the fake ears.

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     ALL RIGHT, Death nodded, turning to look towards the apartment. Windows certainly sounded easier to deal with than doors.

Hitching up his belt so that his fake belly wouldn't sag, the Merry Reaper stepped right on through the wall to the Turian's apartment. Much better than chimneys. Quieter too. Which could be a good or bad thing, especially for the person on the other side of the wall.