(kidzbop this is halloween blasting in the distance)

[interacting]

'tis the season
- toplevel with whoever u want
- tag each other
- TRICK OR TREAT SMELL MY FEET etc
- be spooky do crime and have fun!!

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nezha, granblue fantasy.

[flamelance]

*spooky scary skeletons mad guitar solo*

[spymur]

[You'd think it wouldn't take Baal an entire five years to find out about Halloween, given how much time he spends skulking about the world of mortals. Then again, it's not like he's particularly interested in human holidays, so maybe it's all par for the course -- but whatever the case, this particular year is decidedly different, and it won't take Nezha long to realize.

He is, after all, walking into the room with a fanciful looking mask pushed up on his forehead, and both of his hands trying to hold a half dozen pumpkin-shaped buckets filled to the brim with assorted candies. One wouldn't need to be Baal to sense the discord in his resonance; his displeasure radiates off of him in waves.

He slumps down on the nearest chair without so much as a hello, lowering his plunder onto the floor for Hannibal to sniff at while he laments the depressing turn his life has apparently decided to take.]

She's been having me do this 'trick or treat' thing for the better part of the last few hours. Who does she think I am, exactly?

[She being their beloved danchou, of course... So much for agreeing to go along with things in the hopes that she'd leave him alone.]

[flamelance]

[ baal has a flair for dramatics, and so nezha wasn't too surprised when satyr had excitedly revealed to him the captain's plans for him that night. he did expect baal to put up a little more of a fuss, though he suspects the simple pumpkin mask being the only thing he was wearing was likely a result of that. it matches in a way — he's read and heard of the infamous lost jack who makes his appearance during this time of year, a haunting figure with a pumpkin for his head. maybe that was the look the captain was going for when she forced the mask on him.

in any case, nezha looks up from his own buckets of candy, a large pile growing in a bag next to them. he'd took it upon himself to examine every piece before giving them back to lyria and the other children of the crew, just to be safe. ]

I'm surprised she managed to convince you to stay for as long as you did. [ there's a smile on his face as he turns back to his task, holding out a piece of wrapped candy for hannibal to sniff and inspect when he slinks over. ] Indeed, the Captain is truly a force to be reckoned with.

[spymur]

[The bassist sighs, a quiet snap sounding as he pulls the mast off of his head and shakes his hair back into some semblance of its usually chaos. That's one way to describe the captain, that's for sure.]

It was less 'convincing' and more 'pestering me until I had little other choice.' [He'd thought all he'd have to do is knock on one door and then she'd let up, and next thing he knew he was being pulled all throughout the town...] I'll never understand what humans find so appealing about these pointless holidays.

[He'd much rather spend the night cooped up somewhere strumming his guitar? Get some taste, people. Hannibal, on the other hand, doesn't seem too bothered by it all, gracefully slinking over to give Nezha's candy a curious sniff, his nose pressing against the festive, plastic wrapping.

Baal scowls.]

Oi. Don't feed him any of that rubbish.

[He'll get fat, which means Baal will also get fat? Maybe? Who knows. Maybe Baal tastes everything that Hannibal does and the last thing he needs is to find out that candy might not be so bad, actually. Let him be petty.]