#spookymulti

@spookymulti - from this

The teenager before her felt like a cruel mirror. A reflection of her own emotions, her own frustrations with the world. The fear of others, even if they were lending a hand of kindness.

Robin had no choice but to be good and kind to her fellow man. It was what the gods wanted, what her mother and father would have wanted her to do. Spread good karma, be of light and sun.

But it doesn't stop her from barely repressing a smirk at the sight of Heather pointing that tiny knife at her. Compared to the long blade of the katana in the guardian's hands, it's barely worth worrying over.

"My name is Robin. This is the Lost Woods. You probably got lost on a trail or fell through some hole that wasn't supposed to be there, right?" Tilting her head, Robin decided to show she was of no harm by sheathing the sword entirely.

"I'm the guardian of this forest. I guide lost souls out. I can help you."

@spookymulti : “ Are you human? ” [from heather!]

this is a question they get asked a lot; for obvious reasons, but how they answered that question always seemed to change. it was hard to really explain what they were, especially in places where half of what makes them.. them, seemingly don't exist. what does it even mean to be human anyway? ally turns their head slightly away from her, speaking despite not having a proper answer in mind.

"if it walks like a duck, & quacks like a duck.." that isn't exactly how the saying goes, but they didn't know if the other knew that- even if she did, it didn't matter. they weren't really expecting anyone else to be around at this time of night so of course they wouldn't be prepared!

"i'm.. human enough, lets just put it at that." it wasn't a very satisfying answer, but ally was hoping that for now it'd be enough. if you gave them the time to explain everything, they'd both be there for hours.

LYRICAL SILENT HILL STARTERS [accepting] [x] - @spookymulti

"You too, huh?" Heather mumbled, not looking away from the nearby window. Fog accumulates, drenching the streets below in profound darkness. There's no way to tell if it's day or night.

Then she blinks, and the vision fades. The sky is bright gray, and a storm rumbles in the distance. At any moment, the sky could open to let the rains flow, pushing away the memories of a damned town.

"I tried all the crap they give ya for insomnia too. Pills, yoga, meditation. None of it works." The teen sighed, resting her cheek on a raised palm on the table. Her boots swing back and forth.

"Nobody will take me seriously about the nightmares either. So I stopped talking about it."

Halloween, a word he had heard so many times. It was a holiday - a modernize holiday from his culture. All Hollow's Eve, it was once known, celebrated by the Scots many years ago. Although he did enjoy Halloween; seeing everyone dressed up, trick-or-treaters, and homes decorated - he miss the old celebrations.

The vampire's eyes would widen - amazed by the form of magic Jack performed. Bringing him to giggle. What amazing powers he had. "It is cute." Blaise would reply, his finger would trace on the triangle eyes. He has seen those pumpkins before - Jack-O-Lanterns, he believed they were called. Their smiles and the funny faces they had always brought him joy. He liked seeing them.

               "my  sweet  yoshi!"  peach  exclaimed  as  she  entered  the  room,  GIGANTIC  cake  in  hand.  "happy  birthday!"

               yoshi  had  been  a  dear  friend  of  hers  since  she  was  a  baby  --  he'd  looked  after  her  once  long  ago  when  she  had  been,  well,  kidnapped,  and  they  had  grown  a  bond  ever  since.  she  LOVED  it  when  it  was  yoshi's  birthday  --  it  meant  she  got  to  pay  him  back  a  bit.

Timon sighed, nevertheless giving a shrug and letting Simba pick him up. He didn't have the energy to protest anyway.