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▶ LOCATION: Floor 25. (Monster Bash)

“You could say I’m very creative.” Kuze offered a lopsided smile to the player next to him, letting out a soft chuckle. He had managed to slap on some fake fangs and a long, dark cloak–it was, in his opinion, enough for anyone to distinguish him as a vampire. Halloween was something he wasn’t too big on, and if he were to use something flashy, he would have found himself in an uncomfortable position where he might get many stares. Being the center of attention was always something he dreaded. “What’re you supposed to be?”

Contrary to Kuze, Blaq was not only used to being the center of attention, she loved being the center of attention. If her haunted cowgirl look didn’t cause anyone to double take, her eyes always did, and maintaining the eye contact when she was giving out creepy vibes, yet looking bad as hell was a bit of a high for her. Right now, though, she was waiting for the bartender to give her the bottle she ordered, though it seemed they were intent on regulating her drinks and pouring them. “The hunter that kills you.” She deadpanned, playfully, but hey-- it could be difficult to discern if she was playing or bitching.

Another spin brought Jal face-to-face with faux-mortal-enemy, second to none except maybe Killmongur, and she couldn’t help but burst into giggles at the sight of Blaq. Don’t get them wrong - she looked good. It was just… “Freddie Krueger latex kink in a cowboy hat is an oddly specific costume,” Jal teased, bringing a hand to her foe’s chin. “Thank you, Mistress of Evil, to what do I owe this misfortune?”

“I have a lot of them.” She winked, her ghostly eye mods and skeletal make up  giving her an irridescent glow that made her feel even more confident then usual. “Kinks, I mean.” She raised her bottle, scooting closer to emphasize the freedom she was feeling. “Awe!” She couldn’t help but, finally addressed by her proper title. “Sometimes, misfortune ends favor.”

Location: Any Bar

Players: Reaper +  Open

All Reaper wanted to do was enjoy a little peace and quite with a drink before heading back home for the night. She had specifically found a booth near the back of the bar to avoid the bustle at the front of the house. She had only just taken a sip from her glass of whiskey when a figure slid into the booth across from her. 

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“Look,” the brunette started, fixing the poor soul who had interrupted her quiet with a pointed scowl. “Before you start with some piss poor attempt at selling me your sorry excuse of a guild, don’t waste your breath. I’m not interested.” She finished, draining the remaining whiskey in her glass before slamming it back down rather loudly against the table top. Reaper raised an arched eyebrow as she realized the figure was still perched in their spot across like her voiced ad gone in one ear and out the other. She felt her eye twitch. 

“Can I help you?” 

Blaq sat a bit adjacent from Reaper. Only  knowing her name because of her cursor. She watched as, per velia m.o. someone entered her bubble in all but lost their head. She was almost content watching them sutter and bumble around to whatever point they weren’t making, but it was too painful. Especially for someone who always had something to say. She slid into the both next to the questionable no body, taking the silence to study them, and then study Reaper. “You know” She killed her drink. “Maybe, they wanted to get to know you. Cruelly beautiful, obvious killing machine, sitting by their lonesome in a dark dingy bar. Maybe they want a piece of that beauty. Right?  No one would approach a read cursor alone unless, well they were one, or they want toooo-- get to know you. Right?” She glanced between them, enjoying the fear on the other players face. 

Players: Thanatos & Open @veliastart​ Location: The Monster Bash

Another party, another excuse for Jal to get fucked up. At this point it was deserved, right? In real life, Halloween was their favorite holiday. But here it was hell. 

Their costume was lazy, a leopard print jumpsuit with an obnoxious fur shawl (not leopard print) and multiple thickly layered gold necklaces. Her hair was tied into two buns for ears, a beta-exclusive braided bun style that she never wore because she didn’t like being seen as a beta tester. As was the style in the 2010s, she had looped little gold “piercings” into her hair for swag purposes. Large gold hoops dangled from her ears as she danced, the chunky black and gold bracelets she’d stolen from a store on 52 banging against each other carelessly as she swayed.

The most intricate she’d gone was with leopard-style makeup, a look she’d bought from a crafter earlier today at a much higher price than it should have been for the sake of ease. Treats from Venus had been how she started the night, and then she’d just kept drinking until she wasn’t self conscious about how much effort everyone else had put into their costumes.

Blaq loved Halloween, everything leading up to the day of always felt different. The air, the people everything felt different. She had many plans and ideas for the bash, she never needed a reason to dress up or party, the entirety of her exposed skin painted in smooth black matte body paint, her face brushed in skeletal design. It took time for the her costume to match her concept, but something about the silver chain around her waist pulled together the haunted cowgirl look she was going for, and her pride in it It could be seen in her walk (as always) in the dancing she was doing, and music she was feeling, Blaq was having a good time. 

It was no secret that she wasn’t in a rush to leave the game, contrary to her twin, but she was living a fun, happy, accepting life in this virtual world. And the most important person to her was here, alive, well and pissed, but she was still here. And if Blaq could live in this moment forever, she very well would. She stepped back just for a second, turning to dance with whoever was around her. A bottle of rum in hand, slightly raised and a bit unfocused, it took her just a second to recognize who she near, squinting a bit. “Thanatos?” She smiled, nodding at their outfit, making them slightly homesick. “Cute... Very-- insightful city-ish.”

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Valentine didn’t trust this floor, but he wasn’t bothered about it. Rather, he quietly regarded it something like a puzzle, a fun mystery for him to solve. But he was still recuperating from the dinosaurs at the previous floor; his injuries were milder than some of the others’, but a reprieve after battling a Tyrannosaurus rex sounded ideal. “I wonder what this station’s got in store for us,” he mused. As usual, however, his weapons were poised to aim. He was always prepared to fend off whoever was ready to provoke him.

Blaq couldn’t help but roll her eyes when she heard him spoke. “No shit.” She mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes leaning on one of the railings closest to him. Of course everyone  was wondering what was on this floor, what other ‘adventure’ the floor had. The fact that it was open yet, not completely available, worried her. This wasn’t getting easier, and she wasn’t in a rush to beat this game, but somebody important was, and unknowns to her were unknowns to them, and that meant danger, loneliness. “We are all wondering what the fuck is going on. Nobody knows. Throw something creative out there.”

“teach me more about the ways of cold hard business.” he said, philosophically holding his glass up to the light, as if he were engaged in some 1800s red leather arm chair conversation with a monocle. he tilted his head at her, easy smile, not swayed in the slightest by her. at least not in the moment. she was, in his opinion, the most approachable circus member. whether that was true, or she just wanted it to look true, remained up for debate. “you know, you really do sound like a business lecture. i would know. you’re lookin’ at 2030 intro to business top of the class right here.” was he top of the class? no. hell no. but he wasn’t the bottom of the class and that had to be saying something. 

it wasn’t that he disagreed with her. no, he saw her point. he just couldn’t treat every conversation like that. it wasn’t possible. it wasn’t…how he wanted to live. “what about friends? you got those? do you treat them like business partners? family? i know you got a twin. do you have a normal conversation with her or is that just an ‘opportunity to gain or lose’?” he smiled a bit at her reference and shrugged one shoulder. “woooow, look at that. you made a joke.” 

it took all of blaqs physical and mental powers not to roll her eyes at radish, partly because (unsurprisingly) all business majors were assholes and partly because she had definitely got laid by all those business assholes. not that sh regretted them, but boy sometimes she remembered how... pretentious an cocky they were. “i’m 100% sure none of your teachers told you that life was constant manipulation and kept their jobs...”

          “ of course i do. ” noir smirked at the other, blocking one of their punches. “ it’s not every day you see someone with an eye mod like THAT. ” noir glanced at the circus member’s blacked out eyeballs, something noir always found creepy, but intriguing all at once. “ it’s a compliment, so i guess you should be. ” the blonde spoke, using her free arm to swing in blaq’s direction.

Blaq rolled her eyes, childishly, playfully at the word compliment. The first thing she learned ever in fighting was to duck and roll, and distracted as she was with such flattery. This was why she could never be a good fighter, she was easily distracted. She rolled back coming up with some force, her legs giving her some power. “Oh? So you--like them?”