Darkness Is Here

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Haunted House

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the-ring-mistress:

The Ring Mistress was walking around, humming to herself. She had quite the fun evening so far but it hadn’t exactly been very scary yet. She was on a journey to perhaps creep herself out a little. Then she heard a booming voice close to her, which made her turn her head. She saw the necromancer standing next to the door and she started making her way over to him. “Hi there, sexy mysterious man.” She said, a smile on her lips. “Oh, I’d gladly be of service.” She said, bowing slightly. “Freaks don’t scare me anymore, after all.”

Though she wouldn’t be able to see it, he smirked at the words. “How can you tell I’m sexy? Is it the arms? Probably the arms. I bet you’ve never seen a magic user jacked before.” He rasped out a cough for a little more character. “I would much appreciate some assistance. You see, I could use a piece of someone’s soul to bolster my magic. It’s relatively painless. All you would have to do is allow me to kiss you.”

[rhysdadschuester]

The elf king strolled through doorway looking around at the others, trying not to sneer at the humans and peasants around.  What the night would hold was to be determined; time would only tell if he was to find more than an average amount of fun in the night.  He paused  and turned to the person beside him, figuring he would try to be cordial.  “Enjoying the festivities thus far?”

[darknessbecomeshim]

Turning his head, the necromancer stopped and stared at the long, shining hair of the Elven king, that and the ears making it unmistakable. “Could be improved. I seem to be low on magic, or I could really make a show of this. I thrive off of All Hallow’s Eve.”

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Haunted House

“You! You there. Come closer so I can see you.” The fully masked necromancer stood beside the door outside to the haunted maze, not quite feeling daring enough to go on alone. Even if he would never admit it. “I am in need of more spirit to help me through.”

[striderattheball]

Nothing better than a Caramel Apples

The owl was having a great time, but his stomach was interested in finding something sweet to eat. A table set up with everything to make amazing caramel apples had his full attention. Careful to keep his feathers from sticking he soon had an apple that was more candy than apple. He held it up to someone nearby. “Doesn’t it look delicious! Do darn good to eat.” 

[darknessbecomeshim]

Mouth watering, the necromancer was now wishing he had gone into another like of work. At least one where he didn’t have a full mask on. “Yes.” He answered gruffly, trying not to sound disappointed for himself. “Yes it does.”

[jestaharlequin]

He stayed to the shadows, that was his style.  Live in the shadows, do what must be done.  Parker knew evil could be a foot and looked out, taking in the others, keeping a vigilant eye on the others.  When a bit later he found himself thirsty, he eased along the perimeter toward the punch table.  “It is dangerous, you should be cautious,” he said the the person standing nearest to him at that time.

[darknessbecomeshim]

Jerking his head to look for the voice, he spotted another man in all black, even more so than himself. Damn, another one? “Cautious of what? Everyone should be afraid of me!” The necromancer made his voice growl. “Or at least... I’m in the top 5. Probably.” Squinting at the man in black through his own mask, trying to figure out who he was, he stepped closer. “Should you be cautious?”

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charleequin:

“Easy, just start kissing people, you know someone is gonna get all pissed off and what better way to steal the souls.” Charlee, grabbing his hand and pulling the other to the dance floor. “So tell me, puddin, where do you think we should start?” 

The necromancer nodded, following Charlee toward the dance floor. “Yes, that’s exactly how I like to steal souls, in fact. That’s the best way to make sure you’re getting all of them... and much easier than trying to- get it out of another part of their body.” As a necromancer, he was much more likely to make skeletons dance than himself, but the male underneath did want to go along with the song playing, so he was doing a bit of a shoulder dance. “I don’t think you can party it up my way. That is, unless you’d like to let me have your soul.”

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charleequin:

“I wasn’t like this before, I was a doctor, now I’m rotten. See, change.” he responded with a swing of his bat to his shoulder alone. “I do, yeah. This place needs more life.” 

Sighing as the other said it needed more life, when no in fact, the necromancer wanted less of it, and he was flustered by the response. “If you say so, Dr. Quinn, medicine- man? How are we going to shake it up? Will I get to take souls out of people’s bodies?”

[desperatelyxxshea]

“Hey, now. Watch out for my rubber sword. I can’t have you get hurt before I’ve asked you to dance.” 

[darknessbecomeshim]

“There is very little you could do to hurt me.”

[workindarkness]

He ought not eat. One never knew what might be poisoned. Then again, perhaps the food had mysterious curative properties. Perhaps it would heal his wounds, should he run into any trouble later. Stranger things had happened. And if that were the case, surely he should fill his many hidden pockets with as many snacks as he could carry?  Slowly, Ezio crept closer and closer to the refreshments table, and eventually spoke out of the side of his mouth to one of the many revelers partaking. “Are those any good?”

[darknessbecomeshim]

Reaching out to pick up some chips, he peered at them through the slits in his mask. “They’ll bring death to everyone... just perhaps not today.” At that point, he pulled his mask a little and shoved the chip underneath, keeping his identity hidden the whole time.

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charleequin:

“well don’t talk to me. I died once already, its not really fun but Mr. J, he saved me so I love him.” Charlee shrugged to the other man. “I’m enjoying it but I’m also kind of bored, nothing fun happening, so happy. Wanna shake things up?” 

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“Dead? Saved?” The necromancer sounded confused. “There is no saving the dead. They can be resurrected, but there is no way to bring them back the same.” He turned his body toward him and nodded curtly. “Yes, I think that is necessary, don’t you?”

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gdsmkidflash:

“Probably not. Doesn’t mean you can’t be having fun.” The Speedster said, throwing his logic back in his face. “There’s plenty I like to do for fun. This party’s been pretty awesome so far. But no, haven’t gone to the pumpkins yet. Should do that soon though. How about you?”

“True enough.” The masked head nodded once. “Then what things do you like around here?” He stepped a few feet closer. “Should, yes. You seem chipper, might I assume your pumpkin would be some symbol of hope or a smiling face? Me, I feel like an odd one out. Not enough skeletons around for my liking. None that I can make dance.”

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masqueradeweasley:

She nodded her head graciously, pleased that he didn’t seem to be too upset with her, licking her bottom lip. “Thank you for that. The name’s Weasley. Victoire Weasley.” She said with a bright smile, crossing her arms over her chest and clearing her throat.

“Oh, don’t do that.” The necromancer quickly reached to touch her arm. “You’re a shy little witch, aren’t you, my sweet? Or does my appearance scare you?” While his smile couldn’t be seen, mirth was present in his voice. “Would the young lady like a dance?”

[charleequin]

Charlee let out a heavy sigh as he held his bat behind his head and looked around. “Where is a Mr. J when you need him.” He spoke out loud, not seeing the person next to him. “Oh, hey there puddin, how you doing tonight?” 

[darknessbecomeshim]

“I’m definitely not Mr. J.” Glancing at the boy Harley, he turned to face him, intrigued. “I’m not puddin’ either. I feel like there aren’t enough undead things around here for me to control, but the music if good. And yourself?”

[masqueradeweasley]

Now Victoire may not be super excited about the whole not knowing who anyone was shtick that they’d been stuck with. But at the same time, the girl was willing to just have some fun for the sake of Halloween. After all, it was definitely meant to have some fun. Sidling up towards the dance floor, Victoire looked around, wincing as some bumped into her arm. “Sorry, I was totally in your way.” She said, putting on a British accent.

[darknessbecomeshim]

Turning his masked head to look over the girl, he shook his head. “Perhaps, but I will forgive you. Who are you supposed to me?” His voice was growly, also sounding effected like the British accent. He turned his large body with black and skulls toward her.

[gdsmkidflash]

Kid Flash hopped around excitedly, hyped up on sugar as well as playing up the character. He’d danced and played some of the games throughout the night and was excited to see what else he could get up to. Catching sight of someone standing alone, he moved towards them and nodded. “Having any fun? If so and if not, any way I can make it more fun for ya?”

[darknessbecomeshim]

“Do I ever look like I’m having fun?” The necromancer growled at Kid Flash, eyeing him up and down from underneath the dark mask. He seemed too hard to be even pretend annoyed with. “What do you like to for fun, Flash? Have you already carved or painted a pumpkin?

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