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Halloween Masquerade Ball

Who: The Newcomer Political Party and The Newcomers!
When: October 27th, 7:00pm till Morning Sirens.
Where: The Newcomer Community Center
Summary: Time for some Halloween Masquerade Fun!
Warnings: Anything is possible!

The Community Center has been transformed into a sophisticated autumn dance hall, with bits of Halloween decorations around the room. When the door opens, you find yourself in the hall before the main room, someone ready to take your coat, if you have one, and another ready to give out bracelets. That way no one who shouldn't be drinking won't be able to.

The dance floor is surrounded by a number of small, round tables, each with an elaborate centerpiece of cobwebs. There are lights within the hanging decorations, with draped fabric over the sides, to give it a more close knit feeling. At the head of all the tables is a bar serving free drinks and cocktails to anyone over age. There is also a buffet

And then, of course, there is the dance floor, where people are dancing to the music supplied by two talented DJs, lights blinking and the room ready for everyone to have a good time.

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Good question.

[ This sounds like a challenge - the kind of challenge Break would ordinarily defer until he had a bit more information about his challenger. But this... this creature inside him is constantly bouncing about, clutching at him, whispering madness in his ears.

Break's eye gleam. ]

Why don't we find out?

[Totally not a challenge!! It's already been apparent that Break is a little... bit unhinged (though, despite that(?), Gil seems to trust him), but that sounded like a threat right there. WHOOPS. Allen's not exactly rarin' for a fight, and a party definitely isn't the place for it!

Stepppping back...]

We don't need to.

Ha ha! Don't be so boring. Come and play with meeeee~!

[ Taking hold of each end of his cane, he does a pirouette - knocking over a stack of plates at the end of the buffet table. He's clearly startled by this, but shakes it off a moment later and steps over the wreckage. ]

Hmm, well, perhaps it's too crowded in here. Shall we go outside and play?

[...If Break were a foot shorter, and a girl, this would be rather nostalgic. But he's not, which kinda makes it more surreal than anything.

Allen jerks back as he spins, wincing as the plates hit the floor. And his eyes quickly scan the crowed, weighing his options. He could refuse, and walk away now, save them both the trouble...

But of course he's not going to. Leaving this guy to harass, and possibly hurt, someone else? That's not happening.]

...Fine. Outside.

[He takes a step towards the exit, avoiding the mess on the floor.]

[ Outside. In the Darkness. Where he has never ventured, but once (and that was solely to rescue Gilbert). Fighting monsters, only to have them return the next night, always seemed like a dreadful waste of energy - and precious health.

But this is not completely pointless, he's testing this boy's strength after all. That's what this is for, right? Is Allen someone who can actually be useful... ]

After you~!

[ ...or is he the sort of hero whose sole purpose is to get himself killed?

He follows Allen, stepping through the exit. It's cold. He can feel Things looming all around. ]

[The Darkness. Where Allen ventures out almost nightly, to waste energy and precious health.

He's got a ton of the former, and he doesn't really care about the latter, so!

There's no real indication that he's particularly concerned his safety this time, either. Though he's not treating this lightly- keeping his guard up, not taking his eyes off of Break once they're outdoors. It is a bit inconvenient, when you don't know anything about your potential opponent's strengths or weaknesses.]

It would be better, if we simply parted ways here. We haven't got any reason to fight each other. [It's worth one last try...! He just, somehow, has this feeling it's not gonna work.]

[ No reason. No reason at all, not like this. A bit of sparring in the garden might answer his question easily enough, in a much less hazardous fashion. The next fine day, whenever it stops raining--

Then again, when was Hatter ever about reason? Break twirls his cane through his fingers. ]

Haaaaaaa~! Hahahahaha!

Look sharp, Mister Allen!

[Fine, then! HE'S WAIIIIITING.

Watching Break, eyes narrowed. What, are you going to hit him with a cane?]

[ ............

Well, yes! That was the idea. WHACK! ]

[His left arm moves up to block it, LIGHTNING FAST!!! It'll feel as though his cane's connected with some material much harder than, say. Human skin. Something almost metallic. Weird...!]

[ Well, that's... interesting. Some sort of armor? Or an ability...? He should have gotten a lot more touchy with Allen when he had the chance.

Maybe later. If there is a later. Hatter's growing influence is making him care less and less about little things like "later" and "tomorrow."

He lifts his cane again, making as if to hit Allen's left arm again. At the last moment, he shifts his aim, swinging around to attack Allen's right side. ]

[...Well, he hasn't sparred with anyone in a while. Might as well make the most of this.

He doesn't react quickly enough to block it this time. Oof...

But if there's one thing he's good at, it's taking hits. He flinches back, but without missing another beat, he's reaching out with his left hand to try and snatch that obnoxious cane.]

[ Well, well. No armor there. He'll concentrate his attacks on that side, and--

Just then, he feels Allen's hand close around the end of his cane. ]

Goodness me! How cheeky!

[ He thumbs open a catch just at the handle, and pulls out a sword. ]

I hadn't intended to escalate things so quickly, but if you insist~! ♥

[....SHHHHIT.

He jumps back with a curse under his breath, eyes bugging. WHY WAS THAT A SWORD ugh...

But he's hanging onto the cane-scabbard, because. It's something.]

You carry that around with you everywhere?

It's best to be prepaaaaaaaaared. You agree, right?

[ A little nod towards Allen's left arm. And then, with a swish of his sword--

EEEEEEERRRRRK!

--that is - was a flying Darkness Creature. It falls to the ground, in two pieces.) ]

Aiiiiyah~! Our little friends have found us. Let's end this quickly!

[ He darts forward, aiming for the right side of Allen's head - with the flat of the blade, not the edge. ]

[YELPING, as the poor monster's neatly severed.

But there's no time to worry about that. Clutching the sheath not unlike a baseball bat, Allen twists round and brings it up just in time to block the blade, an inch away from connecting with his face. Though he realizes belatedly that Break hadn't been using the sharp bit... how considerate of him.

Despite training with Kanda, Allen still kind of sucks at swordplay (probably because they could both only keep at it so long before it inevitably devolved into fisticuffs.) The only thing he can think to do now is push back on Break's sword, trying to knock it away-- and attempt to kick Break in the gut with his boot at the same time.]

[ The first time Allen landed a hit on Break, he wasn't Break. He was Gilbert: large, strong... and slow.

This time, he's himself, which is to say he is about as substantial as a porcelain doll, so there isn't much mass for Allen's foot to make contact with. His body simply rolls away from the kick, and then he just - isn't there anymore.

Until he is again, behind Allen, swinging (not stabbing or slashing - that's what Hatter wants to do, but Break is with difficulty keeping the more bloodthirsty aspects of his Chain at bay) the flat of his blade once more - towards Allen's... behind.

In the meantime, more "little friends" are approaching, making whoorfling, burbling noises as they ooze. ]

[Allen spins 'round just as Break smacks his... butt...

Seriously, man?

He doesn't actually have time to be indignant, though-- the approaching creatures of the night seem like a more pressing matter than the madman whacking his buttocks with a sword.]

There's more of them here!

[He hadn't wanted to activate his weapon for this fight (not against a normal human, not even an armed one), but he hasn't got much of a choice now. With a flash and what sounds like a bizarre, ethereal screech of metal, his transforms his left hand into a claw and runs as the things in the shadows. Just give him a second, Break...]

[ One persistent truth about the Darkness: it seeks your weaknesses. Between Break's sharp blade and his preternatural senses, he can slice through almost anything that approaches.

Almost anything.

He has read Darwin's Bestiary, he knows what forms the Darkness creatures take; but knowledge and experience are two different things. Rapidly oozing towards him is a bone stripper. He's unaware of it, because right now he's distracted, trying to make out what that eldritch, metallic screech was...

He stands, with his sword at the ready, as a monster that can't be cut approaches. ]

[Fortunately, when Allen glances back to see why Break isn't moving (as he clearly should), he catches sight of the thing. Rather hard to miss it.

And as is his wont, Allen rushes at it without a moment's hesitation, pulling off his left arm this time to form it into an oversized blade, accompanied by another, equally unidentifiable sound. At the same time, he helpfully yells at Break to WATCH OUT.

And then he's attempting to cleave the uncuttable blob in half, bringing his sword down heavily at its middle.]

[ Watch out? For what? Break whirls around, facing the spot where Allen has just rushed to. He heard no footsteps, no beating of wings. And there - the unmistakable snick of a blade swinging through air (So Allen is armed, though he'd declined to use the weapon on Break, apparently. Irritating little hero...).

But then - no thud of a body receiving a hit, no sound that he can identify, and many that he cannot. ]

What is - that?

[ He's risking exposing his weakness, but there's no helping it, now. ]

[ALLEN TRIES AGAIN, sword hitting the ground with a resounding clang, but the blob just seems to gather itself together again.]

I don't know!

[And don't worry Break, he's already suspected (the way he'd startled when he'd shattered some plates earlier was definitely a tip.) Not that he would care. One of his comrades back home can't see a thing and it's hardly proven a weakness.

Right now, his only concern is killing this thing. And making sure no one gets eaten. The bones in the blob are a bit worrisome...]

It's-- like jelly.

[Horrifying hellish jelly. HE SWINGS HIS SWORD AT IT AGAIN.]

[ --Jelly? Is this a monster to be spread upon crumpets and eaten with afternoon tea?

Clang! Clang!

He can hear the unmistakable sound of a swing and a miss. Allen's a terrible swordsman, that much is clear; but honestly what is that squelching, burbling sound, and--?

Despite what he would insist to the contrary, Break's blindness is a weakness in a situation like this, where he's got no experience to inform his senses, so it takes him a bit longer to put two and two together... ]

Ha! Ha! Ha! Mister Allen~!

[ Darwin had been pretty clear in his advice concerning what to do if one encounters an Ooze Monster: ]

Well, this is boring, isn't it? How about some more candy, perhaps some punch? Lets go back inside! ♥

[ RUN AWAY ]

[IF YOU HIT THINGS HARD ENOUGH, THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO DIE.

Retreating hadn't even occurred to him, he's too busy wondering if he should try exploding the thing, maybe...

He looks up when Break speaks, though.

Called it off, has he? That's a welcome change of tack, and Allen moves closer to him, to ensure that Break can at least return inside safely. Priorities! The oozing creature is still undulating towards them, though not at any sort of unreasonable pace. They should be fine...!

So long as they,] Move quickly.

[ OH GOOD.

For a moment, he was concerned that Allen might take it into his head to keep fighting this unwinnable battle (even though it had mostly been his idea, never mind!).

He senses Allen moving towards him, at which point he decides to take the opportunity to latch on to him, and make sure he doesn't decide to do anything stupid or heroic. Yes good, he'll just grab onto Allen's left arm... ]

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sorry for the delay, holidays etc

no prob no prob!

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