Around Town, Sunday Evening

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

Because her costume was the meta-iest that of a prince who felt the need to run about on rooftops in an acrobatic fashion, it should come as no surprise that she was doing just that.

And giving smoldering looks off in the distance every time he stopped.

Smoldering.

[[OMG SO OPEN]]

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[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Considering that Alexander's costume (http://www.esque.com/slr/images/louis_door.jpg), as her was to him, was a direct, loving mockery of his BFF, this encounter was to be deliciously ironic.

Swooping down on the rooftop to intercede the figure's progress through the night, he spread his cape as he landed to loom menacingly. "I am Count Alexander Gwydion Daventritous Llwedoratio Ignitous Saladar Victor Vincente the Third!" he announced with an accent drudging through an entire Eastern Bloc of stereotypes. "I vant to suck your blo--"

And then Count Alexander Gwydion et all paused a moment, realizing something vrong here.

"You," he said, "are not a voluptuous voman in a revealing negligee..."

The disappointment was palpable.

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

Something deep down inside that was still Maladicta was staring. It helped that the prince, we shall call him Dastan for now, was also staring.

"What are you?" he asked in the worst attempt at an English accent possible, despite the fact he was apparently from somewhere in the middle east.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"I," said Count Alexander Gwydion, pulling himself up importantly in the affront of such an insulting question, "am a vampire! Can't you tell, by the fangs and my cloak and the smouldering vay in vitch I pronounce my double-voos?"

[puppy_fair]

What was that flash up in the sky? Why, it was a bird! A plane? No! It was...

A really, really freaking big dragon. And he looked like he wanted to play.

Incoming!

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

OH NO! SOMETHING HE WOULD NEED TO FIGHT WITH HIS ACROBATIC SKILL BORN OF VIDEO GAMING MECHANICS!

Dastan leap from one rooftop to the next, to the next... tooo the next in order to somehow work up enough momentum to leap at the dragon. With two tiny, tiny daggers.

[puppy_fair]

Oh! Oh, did the little bite-sized guy want to play? Bahamut loved to play! He liked to play 'suck the lifestream out of the very air in order to throw it at people in a condensed ball of doom' fetch!

... But most people didn't like that game very much. Bahamut never did understand why. So maybe instead of that game, he'd play baseball instead. Did the Mouthful like baseball? Bahamut didn't have a bat, but he could totally swing his tail at you!

See?

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Dragon!" Princess Peach Kumquat shrieked, pointing into the sky.

She was the really helpful sort of princess.

[puppy_fair]

Oh, Bahamut had been noticed! Noticed by a pretty girl! Hello, pretty girl! Did you want to go flying, pretty girl? Because Bahamut was very good at flying!

Bahamut landed on the street beside Kumquat with a earth-shaking whud, and threw back his head and screeched his joy at having found a new playmate!

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Well, the true measure of a pirate's mettle came when he faced down a monter the likes of which no man was meant to see and lived to tell the tale. Kurt the Kobold drew his sword and stood firm on his rooftop. It weren't a battle at sea, but he'd take this wyrm, sure enough!

"AVAST, ye Drachen! It's you or me, but the sharks'll feed tonight!!!"

[puppy_fair]

Oh! The bite-sized person had a stick! Bahamut liked sticks!

Well, he liked trees more than sticks, really. They were easier to fetch when you were Bahamut-sized! But he'd make do with what was offered to him, lighting on a rooftop nearby and tilting his head at the little man with his tiny pokey thing.

... He was waiting for you to throw it, sir.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Being a princess, Princess Peach Kumquat would love to experience some smoldering looks--the guy who was always trying to rescue her was a little on the short, pixelated side for her taste--but she was far too busy racing through the streets in a rickshaw tossing turtle shells to notice the prince on the rooftop.

At least immediately: she wasn't the most dedicated driver.

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

She needed to be saved from what she was doing!

Dastan managed to find the one business nearby with a conveniently placed awning that he could use to both break his fall and allow him to swing down like he'd just finished doing an olympic level routine.

Just be glad he didn't bow after landing nearby.

"Are you alright?" he asked, smoldering extra now.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Oooooh.

"I'm just fine!" the princess cooed. "That was very impressive!"

She wondered if he would be adept at dodging fireballs as well, or Goombas.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Well, she was hardly dressed suitably for a feast, but Duke Alexander Gwydion could tell a princess when he saw one, and it was a much more...savory pursuit than his last encounter.

Which was why Princess Kumquat might want to aim some of those shells toward the pasty fellow trying to join her on the rickshaw from the air.

"Slow down!" he demanded. "So that I can suck yourblaaaad."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"My blad?" She frowned, confused. "Do I have blad?"

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Avast! A buxom wench!

The dread pirate Kurt the Kobold stopped trying to climb the building he was on, and jumped into the road, saluting her with his sword. "Good evenin', lass! Whar d'ye think ye be goin' in such a hurry?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Kumquat paused. She had absolutely no idea.

"I don't know," she admitted finally. "I just liked going fast?"

[angelo_wings]

The powerful, dangerous and quite lovely succubus Rinoa flapped her leathery wings as she soared through the night sky, looking for potential prey. She was hungry, and this island had so many pretty things to play with.

She stopped on one of the rooftops to watch a very pretty prince-boy run by. And to wave encouragingly at him, hoping to seem coy and helpless and like someone he'd want to get closer to.

"Good evening."

[puppy_fair]

Oooh! It was a... a... flying... It was a...

There was a thingie! Hello, thingie! Bahamut liked other thingies that could fly! Flying meant that they could have races!

Bahamut was so pleased to see somebody that he might be able to have races with that he let out a roar that made the buildings below him rattle!

[angelo_wings]

A dragon? ... Interesting! Rinoa hadn't been expecting a dragon, tonight. But that roar was powerful. Was he asking if she wanted to play? She certainly did.

She batted her eyes demurely, then flapped her wings as she pushed off the building, swooping over to do a lazy loop-de-loop by his face. Could he catch her? Ten points if he did.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

The dread pirate Kurt the Kobold rubbed his eyes and swore off rum (for a second or two anyway). That fair lass, that siren of th' land, was FLYING! "What sorcery be this!?"

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

He was a smoldering prince. Smoldering.

"Well," Dastan said, looking her over. She was no princess, but it was just as nice. "Hello."

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Well, his crew be missin', but that didn't stop the dread pirate Kurt the Kobold from doin' a little bit of night-stalking, now did it? He clambered over th' rooftops, lookin' for an open (or not-so-open) window that was likely to have booty to plunder inside.

He sure didn't expect this feller to be thar before him! He softly muttered a stream of profanity in German, and then drew his sword. "AVAST THAR! Who be ye and what be ye doin' on these roofs?!?"

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Are you also here to suck my blaad?" Dastan asked up hearing the accent. It was a logical conclusion.

[the_merriest]

Oh, the acrobatics looked exciting! The chocomog was going to gallop through the rooftops, eager to replicate the feats of wonder that the handsome prince had accomplished. A one, and a two, and a -- oopsie daisy, that was the mog tumbling off the chocobo's back and landing in a rain gutter! SPLAT!

The chocobo was going to detour in order to rescue his friend and partner-in-awesome. He nipped her up with his beak and tossed her onto his back again. All good? All good. All righty then!

So, they couldn't compete with the prince's gymnastics. They could admit defeat! He had bested them soundly, and he would be rewareded with candy!

Candy! Candy for all, flung by both moogle and chocobo, towards every lurker on the darkened rooftops!

They posed once more, making a proud silhouette against the moon, before WARK-ing and heading on their way. Happy Halloween to all, and to all a good day!