Spooky Scary Skeletons!

[magpiemythos]

Loki had no idea if any other places were having Halloween bashes, but that wasn't gonna stop him from having his fun! Pub-crawls were a thing if that were the case! The Viper's Pit had been decked out in the spirit of the season, the drinks, boozy and non were themed for the holiday, and aside from the magically drugged glitter one could play with down in the club, there were all manner of edibles.

While the changes were mild inside the building itself, the field had undergone the most changes, from the disappearance of the arena and bathhouse to the forests normally vaguely in the middle distance having been drawn in much closer, ringing a large open field where several bonfires were crackling merrily, each stocked with comfortable places to sit, as well as marshmallows, skewers, and several options for meats to be grilled over an open flame. To the east of the clearing was an expansive-looking corn maze, and standing vigil over it from somewhere in the vague center was a large Victorian-looking house. Anyone who wanted to go snooping would find the maze and home both charmingly haunted by costumed staff looking forward to the chance to scare the pants off some unsuspecting partygoers.

Nothing about the place seems off, or strange. Bats fly about overhead, the moon is large and positioned quite perfectly to make the haunted house look charmingly spooky, and the woods that spread around the clearing are just begging for people to dare to creep down it's paths, jumping at the shrieks that echo from the maze, or just their own imaginations running away with them. Not that there seems to be anything scarier than some mild-mannered wild-life like the owls hooting in the trees- it seems the woods are more designed for a nice nighttime stroll for folks who might want a bit of quiet than anything.

Of course everyone wore costumes. They did right? It's a costume party after all! And if anyone didn't have one, the staff of the bar were quite happy to furnish some of the spares they had on hand, even if it might be something so simple as an animal headband, a pair of wings, or a sheriff's badge and toy gun.

No one was quite certain when things started becoming weirder. Not specifically, and no one was sure why it had happened, given the first sign of things going wrong? Was one of the poor unsuspecting waiters who'd been wearing a cute little bear headband? Was suddenly now a very large, and very confused grizzly bear in a darling little vest trying to balance the tray he'd been carrying on one paw, and attempting to sort out how to get all the drinks off without tipping them onto the customers, who were now a table of animals of varying sizes and shapes, as well as one very bewildered knight, whose plastic armor was suddenly much more realistic and cumbersome.

And from the yelps of surprise and alarm echoing quickly through the Pit and the yard, it was clear this was not an isolated incident.



((ooc: Costume bash! OOC info is here leave any questions in there! Feel free to tag either pre or post-costume realism! For toplevels please use the Trick Or Treat system! If you're just wanting cute fluff or maybe minor spooky stuff, just leave 'Treat' in your toplevel's subject line. If you're here for scary chases and angst, or being a monster to hunt folks for fun (keeping in mind the AVF is in effect!) just post 'Trick'! If you're open to both just put both in! Hopefully this'll make it easier to match up what folks are hoping to play with here even if you're going in otherwise blind. The costumes will revert come sunrise with no ill effects- happy hauntings!))

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[bloodysacrifice]

The rabbit hangs there, twisting and pulling as it both tries to get footing and get a real bite in. After awhile it starts hurting his teeth to hang on and he lets go tumbling less than gracefully to the table top.

If a rabbit could sulk, Moloch is sulking and making horrid little grouchy rabbit sounds as he thumps his foot in anger.

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale can't exactly continue his magical act with a rabbit hanging off of him, so he waits patiently until Moloch lets go and then fixes his ascot.

Rabbits can indeed sulk. Aziraphale's rabbit, Harry, had an overall sweet disposition, but could become quite grouchy if he wasn't being given enough attention. The grumbling sounds and foot thumping remind the angel of his former furry companion, and he has to suppress a fond smile.

"I know this can't be pleasant for you... is there a way I can help at all?" Preferably by not being bitten again.

[bloodysacrifice]

Moloch looks up at the angel, ears back and scowling. He's tempted to bite him again but then just hops into the hat and flattens himself in the bottom. Moloch might be surly but sometimes the best way to survive is to just not be seen. Besides, this hat is the perfect place to ambush people from. They will never suspect it.

[sohoangel]

Well, thank Heavens for small favors. Aziraphale sighs, peering down into his rabbit-infested hat. "You're just going to lurk in there? That's part of my costume."

But the angel is not without mercy.

"What if I put my hat somewhere quiet so you aren't disturbed? Would you like that?"

[bloodysacrifice]

Moloch stares up at Aziraphale with narrowed eyes. Of course he is staying in this hat. It is both out of sight and a great ambush spot.

Slowly, he comes up to place his feet on the rim, ears raising and he manages to sprout his wings, little razorblade wings that are fluffy as his bunny form.

Without warning he flies out, bites a passerby and dives back into the hat before anyone can see him. It leaves the other guest staring at Aziraphale like he has done something before they continue on their way. Oh! Now this is fun.

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale mistakes Moloch rising from the hat as an attempt at sociability and smiles at him encouragingly. Moloch is unfortunately very cute as a rabbit, fluffy wings and all, and Aziraphale has to fight his own instinct to pet the furry fiend.

His opinion changes rapidly when Moloch flies out and makes trouble.

"Er... terribly sorry!" he calls out, sending a small blessing the guest's way to smooth out any hard feelings. Then he glares down at the sneaky rabbit. "Now look here, just because you're in a sour mood doesn't mean you need to ruin other people's evenings because of it. You can leave my hat alone if you're going to be like that."

[bloodysacrifice]

Moloch looks up and then stands on his back legs in the hat as he's being scolded. Stomping his foot he flails his front paws at the angel, attempting to tell him to shut up. He is already looking around for another victim with just his eyes and ears peering out of the top.

He does glance up at the angel occasionally. There are benefits to being small. He can be sneaky but also, the large angel can easily stop him. That he doesn't like.

[sohoangel]

"No, I will not be quiet just so you can continue causing mayhem," Aziraphale retorts, placing his hands on his hips and stomping his own foot in return. "I don't want you biting anyone."

A drunk party goer dressed in an FBI (female body inspector) jacket and shades takes a moment to guffaw at Aziraphale. "A magician arguing with his rabbit! Haw, how pathetic. Don't quit your day job, mate."

As the man wanders off, presumably looking for a body to inspect, Aziraphale glances down at Moloch and clears his throat. "Almost anyone," he amends quietly.

[bloodysacrifice]

He gnashes his teeth at the angel a little before turning to look at the invader in their conversation. While he feels he has every right to talk down on the angel, this person.

Moloch looks up at Aziraphale and then jumps down and it is only moments before there is a high pitched cry in the crowd. A moment later Moloch comes back hopping up on to the table again before dropping a piece of suspiciously FBI blue looking fabric. He may or may not have bitten the insulting person on the backside for the intrusion.

If a rabbit could look proud and full of itself, this one certainly does.

[sohoangel]

Despite insinuating that the man in the distasteful costume deserves to be bitten by a bloodthirsty rabbit, Aziraphale is actually quite surprised when Moloch darts out of the hat and returns shortly thereafter with a bit of that blue fabric in his mouth. He picks up the torn cloth and looks between it and Moloch, clearly unused to anyone standing up for him, aside from Crowley.

"Thank you, dear. That was..." Well, he knows better than to say 'nice' or 'kind', especially because it wasn't really. But it does clearly mean a lot to him. "...an appropriate level of retribution."

[bloodysacrifice]

Moloch places his tiny paws up on the angel to look up at him. Stretching a little he shakes out his fur all the way down to a tail wiggle. A moment passes and then he jumps into Aziraphale's waistcoat, shuffling a little he twists to have his feet and head peering out over the buttons. This is ideal. A moving point of attack for the offensive people who are wandering in the open. There were still so many who deserved a good bite.

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale looks down at Moloch in surprise. He can't remember the fallen angel ever touching him before. The tail wiggle is exceptionally cute, but he's too distracted to smile over it. And it's just as well, as suddenly Moloch is making space for himself inside the angel's waistcoat, and if Aziraphale thought he was surprised before, well!

"...alright?" He swallows, fighting off another smile, although his eyes say it all. "You probably won't believe me when I say it," he adds very quietly while he sets up his next trick. "But you are a good friend, Moloch. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

[bloodysacrifice]

Moloch looks up at him narrow eyes and snorts at the mere suggestion that he is friendly. He slinks down farther into the waistcoat and flattens his ears. It leaves only his one eye peering out at the people. It will probably be bad if any of them boo or otherwise act badly toward the magician.

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale just keeps his mouth shut, and if he's smiling, it's only because he's excited to be entertaining others.

Fortunately (or unfortunately for Moloch), the angel's magic tricks go off without a hitch, and no one else seems inclined to complain. Aziraphale himself is very warm and comfortable to curl up against, so at least Moloch won't feel squished or otherwise inconvenienced while he waits for his chance to strike.

[bloodysacrifice]

With nothing to do, Moloch busily cleans his face and ears. There still aren't any people to bite and the magic show is boring. By the time Aziraphale is done there's the slight wheezing sound coming out of his waistcoat. Moloch has fallen asleep. It's very tiring being a rabbit.

[sohoangel]

Eventually, the angel's magic show winds to an end and he packs up all his little props, incredibly pleased with how well he was able to perform all his tricks. Looks like all that practicing paid off!

"Well, that was delightful fun, wasn't it?" He looks down at his waistcoat, prepared for more of Moloch's grumbling, but is greeted instead with the sight of a sleeping rabbit. Quickly, he puts a hand to his mouth, silencing any squees lest they interrupt the adorable sight. What an evening of surprises it has been!