#lightenerduet

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lightenerduet replied to your post: “I… I guess I’m committed now, aren’t I? This play...

no they need their white mage/bard

Bold of you to assume those are mutually exclusive.

[toomanysweaters-moved]

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noelle vc: the giant woman thought i was flirting and i need hELP

“I JUST WANTED TO END THIS ENCOUNTER PEACEFULLY.

I THOUGHT THAT’S WHAT PERSUASION WAS FOR? CAN I NOT JUST COMPLIMENT SOMEONE TO BE NICE???”

[toomanysweaters-moved]

Out down the street, there's what appears to be a ghost girl! White dress and long raven black hair. They seem terribly lost, though soon spot Noelle sitting at the gate. They take a few shambling steps towards her before falling flat on their face. Just moments later, however, they flop onto their back and heft themselves up in an unnatural spider-like position; before promptly beginning to crawl toward her at prompt speeds. Kris. It's Kris. Upping his game every year like always.

She really shouldn’t have been handing out candy this late; most other houses had closed their doors to trick-or-treaters, and it had been a while since she’d seen a kid come by at all… but, Noelle always insisted on putting extra effort into things, especially when it came to holidays.

So, there she sat, barely illuminated by the lights of the gate, sitting with a still half-full candy bowl in her hands… when she manages to spot the approaching figure, shambling about just down the street; head tilting & eyes squinting.

It was hard to make out much more than a white dress in the dark; she was wondering why whoever they were didn’t have glowstick before they…… well, faceplanted on the pavement.

Which immediately made the reindeer shoot up from her seat, ready to put the bowl down and rush over to help… until her legs stopped moving seeing what she thought was a normal trick-or-treater flip and contort.Before very quickly spidercrawling their way towards her.

“Hh… AAAAAAAH?!?” Cue a very familiar deer squeal as the whole candy bowl is tossed from her hands in the demon’s vague direction, before the poor thing spins around and bolts up the bars of her you guessed it locked front gate.

Just, scrambling to try and get over before she gets dragged to hell.