Countess Elizabeth

The vampire caught that scent immediately, even before she spoke to him. Interesting. He chuckled softly and took the offered drink. “Grazie. Although I’m sure we both have had better things to drink in our lifetime, haven’t we?” He tood a sip of the drink and grunted. “Well, it could be worse really.”

They were easily the most powerful of beings in the room, she had no question of that, perhaps not the only immortals but that didn’t matter to her.  But one things she lingered on was whether or not he was a friend or foe.  Time would tell for sure.  She smiled at him with a slight nod of her head.  “Of course.   And oh I’m very sure we have, I know I have no question.” She made a small face as she took a drink of her own cup as well  “It could indeed.  At there there are some things enjoyable to be found here.”

“Oh, is it stimulation you seek?” he asked with a laugh, amused by the the look on her face. “I’m definitely intrigued, that’s for sure,” he said softly, considering his options and how he could play with this. “How about a dance and we see how enticed you are after that?” he suggested with a smile.

“Indeed, it is a party isn’t it not?  Good stimulation during something like this is always a welcome adventure, don’t you agree?”  She leaned in closer to him, smelling his warm blood just beneath the surface, wondering what he was going to do next, and if she was feeling up to playing along with him.  “A dance? Hmm, that sound agreeable to me.  The rest we can see how it plays out, so to speak.”

Harley giggled at the compliment, running her hands over her hips and bare stomach. “Delicious? Why thank ya, puddin, that’s just so sweet of ya! Those are some sharp lookin fangs you got,” she said, tickled by her own joke.

She licked her lips and grinned more, as the other seemed excited.  “Indeed, you do.  But I am far far from sweet myself.”  The vampiress smiled wider as her fangs  were revealed even more.  “Hmm even better to taste you with,” she laughed but her red eyes watched the pretty blonde girl all the more too.

“You’ve used a catapult before?” he asked confused, “Why on earth would you ever need a catapult?”

“Well not me personally, that’s what armies are for,” she said with a smile.  “Why wouldn’t one need one?  I had numerous, they’re very good when you invade other kingdoms  You’ve never been in a situation where one wouldn’t be useful?  But this, why would one want to ‘chuck a pumpkin’?”

Castiel drew his angel blade at the hissing voice. “Are you one of Crowley’s? You shall not feast on me!” he shouted, readying his fight stance.

The vampire countess grinned at the human looking not quite human.  “Well now, I don’t know quite what a Crowley is but it doesn’t sound like a good thing.  I’m Countess Elizabeth Bathory, pleasure.  And  I would much rather do many other things than fight, especially at a party.  Do pretend to have proper manners dear boy.”

“If you keep staring like that, these snakes are going to turn you to stone.” Medusa warned someone who had not so subtley been staring and drooling over her for the better part of the last ten minutes. 

Bob Ross stood at the punch table and looked around at the various costumes. He was impressed with his own getup, but knew that wasn’t the important part of the evening. He turned towards the one next to him, somehow wishing he knew he they were. “Having fun?” he asked, glancing towards the sight of a couple having a particularly good time across the way. “You enticed?” he asked curiously.

F2F OPEN [THE GREAT HALL]

The Vampire walked down the stairs of the Great Hall and looked around, eyes red as he scouted at everything and everyone. “Bella musica. Sempre fa il meglio di cualunque festa!” he said in thick Italian. Some people looked at him and he nodded at them, always being polite, and he walked to where the table where the drinks were, all non-alcoholic of course, much to his demise.

She stepped away from the shadowed doorway as he arrived down the stairs.  Walking around like he owned the place.  Two vampires in one place?  they would either run rampant or try and kill each other.  She could think of other things too but it was a bit to early for that, she thought with a smile.  “Drink?” she said, offering a glass to him, “such drink that it is.”

F2F - open [punkin chunkin]

Originally posted by leofromthedark

Maverick walks up to the giant catapult in the courtyard, and sees the large pile of pumpkins. “So, do you think we need some kind of physics degree to make this work?” he asked to no one in particular, “I’ve never done this ‘punkin chunkin’ thing before.”

“I believe you just put the pumpkin on, aim and fire.  It wasn’t something we thought about when I last used one like this, but we weren’t using pumpkins either, so that might make a difference too.”