hide and seek

you were my worst mistake but my dear i miss you more than anything else in this world AU Pumpkin March Oliver. After a long time, was reset. Please read the pages, I'd really like that.

[maskofbetrayal]

pumpkinmarchfullofdummies:

    “Maybe,” he mutters. He thinks to the times he’s nearly overflowed his teacup from the sugar he’d dump in. “If it’s simply a matter of taste, however, I must have a strange one indeed.” There’s no surprise there; from cakes to teas, nothing is safe from his abuse of sugar.

   “Ah, I come from a distance off so perhaps that’s why. I don’t make it a habit to wander around these parts, or away from where I live, I suppose.” He hopes that’s a sufficient answer; he’s hardly in any mood to come up with something more elaborate.

“..I would suppose..” He allows his sentence to drop off, replacing his tone again. This time, the host held a smile. “...But, it is not as if there is anything wrong with enjoying food on the sweeter side... if my teeth could stand it, I would not eat anything else.”

Also, Oliver would kill him for ruining the body, but that’s another story entirely...

“...oh.” Well, duh. But he feigns fascination with that information anyway--it was glaringly obvious that the other was decently not from around here. “...I rarely leave this town myself or even this house, so I do not get to travel. It is nice to hear about the homes of my guests.”

[maskofbetrayal]

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    Doing as he’s told, he follows behind, flinching when he thinks a guest is too near and keeping his eye straight ahead. Displeased with his inability to maintain his composure in crowds, he lets out a frustrated huff of air, clenching his hands. 

   “Is that so? I happen to make a few cakes once in a while myself. I’m told they’re much too sweet but they’re fine for my liking.”

Oliver takes that as a no and nods again, continuing his trek to the back staircase. It was more of a walk, but it brought them both away from most partygoers and was definitely the scenic route. 

“...Are they now? Maybe it’s a matter of taste, then. I am quite sensitive to bitter food, like dark chocolate...” Again, nothing that meant anything real, but he was really trying to find something to rely on until they got to his room..

“...oh right. Where are you coming in from? I cannot say I have seen you around before.” And he’s sure he’d remember a face like the other’s...

[maskofbetrayal]

pumpkinmarchfullofdummies:

    Looking back at the host, he thinks over his words.

    “I suppose you’re right. If it’s not too troubling then, could you lead me to one of those places? Perhaps it would do me well to clear my head.” Considering that it was he who had suggested he stay, a favor like this shouldn’t be anything at all.

With the affirmation, Oliver’s smile turns genuine. Perhaps he could have a sort of conversation, or at the very least get away from the ridiculous amounts of people he didn’t care about. The boy nods his head. “...Of course. Follow me.”

He waved his gloved hand as he turned about, then walked carefully past the various guests.

“You may bring some of the food if you would like. I helped make the cakes.” Not like that particularly meant anything, but it was his method of getting a conversation started....

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    His smile falters, replaced by a faint trace of a frown.

   “So you are requesting that I stay?” he asks flatly, without hiding his discontent.

    Hesitant on complying, he sighs and averts his gaze, taking to looking up and around at the ceiling and walls, avoiding the party-goers when possible. 

    “It’s been so long since I’ve gone to any sort of party. I’m afraid I’m not very used to it.”

“Of course I am.” Oliver states, just as flatly. Though the offer was pretty open, the host tried to behave as if it definitely wasn’t. besides, if he left, this rp would be over pretty fast...

“....And I can understand that,” He gives his usual dry smile,

“...but should that not be more reason to stay around? There are plenty places with fewer people milling about.” Especially the upstairs floor. There were plenty of useless rooms.

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pumpkinmarchfullofdummies:

    At the voice, Oliver’s shoulders go rigid and, stiffly, he turns around to face the lookalike with a smile. 

   “Yes? I rather hope you make it quick, as I find I mind quite a bit.” He had hoped to leave the party as silently as he had come; the sheer number of people attending is overwhelming to say the least. 

    Why had he decided to wander here in the first place? Ah, well, there’s that old saying–curiosity kills the cat.

“...Oh,”

He minded. Oliver finds that rather irritating, even pursing his lips a bit. But, as the host, he had to be nice about all things. All things. Even if such things involved someone being...well, minding him, in his own house? Well.

“...My apologies, then. There is just quite a few adults here.”

And how annoying those can be.

“...and it would be a shame to leave so soon.” You’ve already been spotted, Dummy. Good luck.

[yangire-rin]

Be safe this Halloween. Murder in pairs!

[maskofbetrayal]

@pumpkinmarchfullofdummies

It had been quite a while since Oliver found anyone particularly interesting at the parties. All of the guests had been basically adults for weeks now, and it was starting to drive him a little crazy. For one, they were harder to befriend. And for two, they were way, way more powerful than him, almost without fail.

Damnit--

He was prepared to go back upstairs until, upon surveying the crowd, one certain double in particular practically jumps out at him. They seem a little....confused? Perplexed? Why?

He’s content to watch, at least until the other turns. Was he going to leave? Well...no, he didn’t want to allow that.

“...Hey, a moment--” His voice raised, he kind of starts awkwardly towards them. “If you don’t mind,”

[maskofbetrayal]

>:)

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I am just a lonely cactus in the desert, dry and thirsty. It is very hot and arid out here, there's nobody else around.. Will you give me a hug?

"I was born for this." Oliver is the true master of handling pain. Look at him, he's missing an eye. And a lot of blood. But he doesn't talk about that.

Please don't hug the cactu--

...He hugs the cactus. Now whether or not he is filled with regret at this decision is still with the judges, but there sure is a lot of crying. And bleeding. But worth. He can only hope he made some cactus' day.

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I came here hungry but as it turns out, there's no pumpkins here, where did they go?

"Whoopsie! Just cooked 'em."

"But there's pie in the oven now if you want to wait for it." Unless this anon wants to eat the seeds or something.

[maskofbetrayal]

You come by a pretty young woman in need of help, she looks at you with lust and asks you "Hello there traveler, this sword is too heavy for me to lift on my own. Would you please help me? There may be something in it for you, if you know what I mean.." What do you do?

"...Traveler...?"

Well last the murderer checked, he was still in his own town, but perhaps that didn't really stop some tourists from assuming he was just the same. Oh well. A frown pulls onto his lips, with her mannerism of voice he was quite reminded of the adults that lingered upstairs every Friday.

Which really only meant one thing.

"...Yes however, I can make an attempt to assist..." After he gets a good look at the weapon in question, anyhow. Doesn't..seem like too much of a problem..

He grabs the handle, leaving room for the woman's hands as well. Ignoring the way she brushes the side of her thigh against him, yes, he gets the hint. May as well take her up on that...

                    And lift!                              ...                                  ....."I've...lifted cakes heavier than this."

"But we could bring this back to the mansion, if you follow my drift." Oh no.

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Quick the army of Bern is advancing! Guard the citizens! Defend the castle! Make sure the cruel soldiers don't invade the castle! What will you do to save your kingdom?

"W--WHAT?!"

Oh Oliver, so gullible. It doesn't even cross his mind that this anon could be talking right out of its ass. Naturally he's panicked. J...just a little. Only a little!!

"What castle!? What--W-What kingdom?! What on Earth are you talking about?!"

The host paces, contemplating. What if this is something really bad?! Who would even want to invade? This place was perfectly peaceful, if not a little weird...but still, he didn't think they ever..angered anyone...

[hattedclairvoyant]

"That outfit looks like it weighs more than you--"

"It prolly does," true facts. “Y’know when y’live somewhere cold y’can’t just not keep warm.”

[hattedclairvoyant]

Not their fault if he just remembers that humans are pretty okay beings. “Friends, yeah. I have too ‘ctually. The best ones always just came by though. It’s a nice way t’do things.” She nodded with her statement.

"I’ve yet t’meet someone with red eyes." Aliens didn’t count in this. "So that’s an interestin’ color y’got there."

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"It makes you seem more inviting, yes? Some have gotten irritated but they are few and far between. It's rather rude." Says you, you heck. But Oliver does not know the definition of rude, really. Or at least...

Well, one can only pretend. If the smile didn't already ring sinister, oh boy does it now. Hidden behind the faintest traces of a laugh. "Well, thank you. I suppose? If perchance that was a compliment.." Ah, something inside him boils at that..

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"It would be appreciated if I knew where everyone has gone.."

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    “Ah, but you see here, I’m seldom invited to such festive events nor do I host any of my own so it’s quite like every other day of the year for me. Everyone becomes so merry though, and that’s perhaps the most bothersome part of it.”

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"...Really? Would you like to attend mine? It's on a Thursday, so we are having a sleepover. For the younger crowd--like myself." Naturally, the host snaps up the chance to invite his very alike acquaintance. Not like he'd ever make a move to 'reanimate' him, really. He'd prefer this one alive.

"...It...sounds like a good time, I mean."

[hattedclairvoyant]

"That outfit looks like it weighs more than you--"

"It prolly does," true facts. “Y’know when y’live somewhere cold y’can’t just not keep warm.”

[hattedclairvoyant]

"Where I come they’re both. Then ‘gain, I see all scarves t’be good." She’s not wearing one now for the obvious reason of just feeling as if she doesn’t need it.

"M’name’s Ana. Nice t’meet you," first times he’s heard of the last night. "Y’just go ‘round commentin’ on stuff?" 

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Oliver may or may not have an irrational fear of blonde girls giving him humanity. Ana, you're already on his list. He draws a finger across his cheek, a thoughtful gesture. "Yes, a pleasure!"

"But you'd be exactly right, my dear. I've made some good friends that way." that's dangerous

[hattedclairvoyant]

"That outfit looks like it weighs more than you--"

"It prolly does," true facts. “Y’know when y’live somewhere cold y’can’t just not keep warm.”

[hattedclairvoyant]

Cue a wide grin on her end, almost a prideful to answer as to why. That is, because bows are awesome, and she was much too fond of them.

"I got too many scarves to count. I see where y’comin’ from, but trust me," She poked the ribbon on her back, "this warms up way more than y’think."

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"I only have one scarf, but it's quite durable. Thick fabric. If there's one thing I never understood, it's scarves as a fashion statement. In certain weather, it would become unbearable. I live in a cold area however."

"In short, I have no idea. But aside, I'm Oliver. Gallagher. You would be?" Adjusts his bowtie like the gentleman he is. Rude, dirtbag gentleman who has a very odd idea of recreation. Gentleman. Remember that.