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Character(s): DEATH, open
Content: DEATH is wandering around Halloweentown, exploring despite the fact that he looks like he belongs. Have fun.
Setting: Halloweentown, near the fountain
Time: ...week 21?
Warnings: All the spookiness that comes with Halloweentown, I guess.

Despite the rather dark and gloomy atmosphere, Death didn't feel particularly at home. His realm at least contained dubiously successful attempts at replicating human creation. This place was not quite the obvious, but rather an awkward leap to the left, celebrating what he could only assume was someone else's vision of humanity or some aspect thereof. Overall, he would not have been in the least surprised to see the Soul Cake Duck come wandering through. Perhaps this town was something like that.

He took a seat on the edge of the fountain, casually regarding the not-water flowing from the mouth of whatever stone creature shared his perch. Odd, this place. He had yet to see any of the Organization here, however, and decided to count that as a plus. On the negative side, he had yet to see much of anyone else either.

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Priere never really liked going to Halloweentown. It wasn't much because of the whole atmosphere or the enemies though. It was pretty stupid and silly, but in the end, she really hated the fact that she always ended up looking like a demon, skimpy bodysuit, wings (that didn't do anything) and fake horns and all. There really were no real reason for her to feel ashamed about it, in fact it was just a costume, but she couldn't help but shake the feeling that she'd never stop hearing about it if word got out, after all, she was a demon hunter. Who ever heard of a demon hunter that turned into a demon?

In any case, this was the furthest place available in the so called castle, so it was only logical for her to try and find more clues there. Her weapon was out, but she wasn't really worried for the moment. She didn't think those "things" would be of any challenge to her. After all, she had dealt with a lot worse in the past, so it's not as it should be any different, right? At least, until she saw what looked like the Reaper sitting down.

Okay, that had to be a guy in a costume? It didn't really exist for real... right? Or it was one of those heartless... yeah, that could be it.

And of course, the best way to figure out what exactly was going on was to stand there, looking completely dumbstruck.

It would be sad if anything were to evade the gaze of one whose sole purpose at the moment was simply to sit and observe. As such an observer, Death did not miss the young girl's - Priere, said the name above her head - entrance on the scene.

IS THERE A PROBLEM? he inquired, not entirely certain why she was not moving. Surely his appearance should not come as a shock in a place like this.

Holy crap it talked!

Oh wait, that was a good thing, it simply meant that he wasn't one of those heartless getting ready to try to rip her head off. Well, okay, maybe not the last part but it wasn't attacking her yet.

"No, no problem, heh heh," she said, badly hiding her nervousness. "Err, nice costume. This place has a weird way of making us feel welcome, huh?"

THANK YOU. There was no sense in admitting to an already skittish girl that it wasn't a costume at all. The last thing he needed was for her to produce a morning star and attack him with it - he'd had enough of that with Naja. I CAN'T SAY I APPRECIATE THEIR HOSPITALITY.

time for a subject change. HAVE YOU SEEN ANYONE ELSE AROUND? Even for a place like this, it was incredibly quiet.

After a brief foray into the town with the curvy companionship of Urd to clear out some Heartless, The Master was intrigued by his transformation into his old alias, Harold Saxon. That name was merely a prime minister veil that folded back and revealed a world dominion with the potential for universal power. Gathering the feel of a fine hand-tailored suit over a ratty sweatshirt and stiff slacks was an easy decision, and the nostalgia hit his nerves again. Once crossing over into Halloweentown again, following the same directions as last time, he stopped feeling hungry and began feeling good.

While posting himself against one of the several entryways, he looked to the hooded figure and spoke with his ever-restorative confidence, "I've had that look for a while. Sometimes, you have to class it up a bit more, yeah?"

Death had seen the man coming a way off and was still puzzling over what he saw. The name he saw was not unlike the name he'd seen above the Doctor's head, and he found himself wondering if this person would not want to go by a different name as well. What was more puzzling than the name was the life span, which seemed to be in flux.

It did not help that the man very strongly reminded him of Vetinari, minus one quality for which the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork was widely lauded. Most people referred to it as sanity.

I HAVE ALWAYS HAD THIS LOOK, Death responded, figuring that anyone lacking that bit of sanity likely needed to be treated with care. IT'S A CLASSIC.

The Master, in typical Harold Saxon form, carried with his swagger through their conversation, even if the new acquaintance's voice disturbed even him. "Ooh, a bit scratchy, are we? I think I have a Ricola in my pocket," he said, scouring through his pockets sarcastically. "Nope, still a bus ticket and a sweet. I should really empty these more often. Wonderful things, pockets."

He still hadn't seen the face or recognized the cold presence of his newfound friend, but the sense of humor made him endearing to The Master. "Classic, is it? Just like the black suit, white shirt, black tie combo? I'm always a fan of classics. Fine wine, young women, The Smiths, all that rubbish."

THEY MAY BE OF MORE USE TO YOU IF YOU CARRIED MORE THAN A TICKET AND A SWEET, Death pointed out. He used his for much more, of course, but he doubted a display of weaponry would be a good plan.

I CAN SEE THAT. Little of the man's litany of classic things was familiar to him, but he could still spot the gaps. It also didn't help that, despite their location and the matter of discovering exactly what the purpose of their location was at hand, Death was curious to see how this man's mind worked, if only to be better able to evade him in the future. I DO BELIEVE YOU'VE FORGOTTEN 'GOOD FOOD' ON THAT LIST.

The Master furrowed his brow as he came closer to his new acquaintance. "Do I know you from somewhere?" he said, trying to glance around far enough beyond the hood to see a face, "You sound familiar."

As he began making his way over closer and closer, he smiled to the last point made by Death. "Food is indeed wonderful," he added, "For once, I can appreciate it instead of talking about my hunger. Of course..." Four pats on the stone column nearby. "...the drums are still there."

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