==> Give Dave A H~A~N~D
==> It was absolutely no problem getting out of the mansion in this state; even if all the masters and midnight crew hadn't been distracted with the festivities, Aradia's trickster state came with all of her old abilities, only with ten-fold the energy. She probably never did loop-de-loops quite like that when she was a wiggler and her psychokinetics hadn't been smothered under the drugs. Out the window she went into the night, a cherry-scented and brightly-coloured flash.
==> It wasn't too long until she found the human trick-or-treaters in nearby Midnight City either. Everyone was so caught up in their joviality that they didn't notice the troll girl floating above them, one hand held up to her chin and stroking it thoughtfully
n000 n000 n00000! n0ne 0f these will d-- 0h!
==> Coming out of a nightclub was just the perfect victim. Aradia floated down the the ground and stopped glowing that eerie bright pink. The lights flickered alive in her crimson eyes instead as she looked to the skies. It had been ages since she'd heard the voices of the dead. She greeted them like old friends and called out in her head for that familiar voice.
DAAAAVE~?
