Strawberry and Neapolitan Blasters (Closed - Neo)
Whoa-hoh-hoh! The Great Giovanni had to admit - he might not normally get along and respect authority, but given how cool his minor teacher’s idea of this holiday was, with cool-ass skulls, ghosts and scary stuff? Heh, maybe he might have misunderstood some of them, maybe SOME might be okay. He was a big enough awesome bad guy to admit when he’d gotten the wrong idea, what mattered now was going off and enjoying himself: he already had the BEST and most AMAZING costume out there, so why bother changing to something else? Right now, the imposing Banzai was gracing some cool ghost faces with his presence, sipping incredibly loudly from his teacup which had a bad-ass bat on it: man, he bet Sylvester would have had a field day seeing something like that, what with his uncle apparently being into the paranormal scene and all. He’d never really asked more about that, but he made a key ‘BAD GUY PLOTTING’ in his mind to ask more about that when he finished his cool magic-learning on TOP of his Epithet and was done here. His dragon, dressed up with tiny attached devil horns and carrying a tiny pitchfork - sat on the chair next to him, happily receiving pats from the boisterously laughing Giovanni and occasionally munching the dragon-safe dessert the pink-haired one had given to him before getting his DARK BREW OF VILLAINY AND SPOOKINESS. Though, Flesh-Render the dragon paused after taking another bite, spying familiar bright yellow armour like that of Giovanni, he nudged the boisterous one’s arm to get his attention of this, the tea being spilled and Gio blinking after attempting to dry off the slightly bemused ghost with his cool blank-er, CAPE - what had his littlest minion so excited? “Eh? Hey, Flesh-Render, is there something important that needs the attention of the GREAT AND TERRIBLE GIOVANN- OH MY GOD??” He’d glanced over towards where his dragon seemed to be intent on looking towards, but he jumped out of his chair and made it clatter with a start - he’d recognise that same yellow uniform he wore ANYWHERE! Could it be?! That all this time, he really WASN’T the only one of his group of bad guys who had bailed from the Blasters to make their own awesome team brought to this magic school all along? “Hey, HEY! You....that costume! You’re one of my boy- oh wait. Maybe ya might pefer being called one of my ‘girls’ instead, my bad, but STILL! It’s amazing to see one of ya here too, I didn’t know if any of my minons followed me here or not! We should totally catch up, have some cool evil brew here at the haunted tea place and stuff....I don’t think I got ta know ya that well before I got yanked, but ANY of my minons is super important!” Oh, dear. Seemed like Giovanni totally had been swept away by his dense assuming that this person WAS an ex-banzai like him and not potentially someone who’d ‘turned into one’ via wearing the costume....but he certainly was happy to see a ‘minion’ again, that was obvious.
