Fun under the Sun

[moonlitknight]

Who: Zero and OPEN

When: During the Haunted Festival Season

Where: The NearShore

What: After he decides to answer a prayer concerning the set-up of one of a handful of Haunted festivals popping up.

Warnings: PG-13

 

 

i. The Melted Vampire

 

[ Why he decided to answer this particular prayer Zero isn't certain anymore. All he knows is that it's hot and vampires weren't meant for the summer sun, so have a tired Zero taking a five minute break under the tree which looks more like a passed out vampire in the shade. ]

 

 

ii. Banner Woes

 

[ The god of the Underworld is standing on top of a large ladder holding onto a banner trying to hook it to a spot just out of reach. He stretches, on his tippy-toes and there! Almost got it, but the moment he moves to hook it on a rush of wind picks up with enough force to snap the end of the banner from his hold making him lose his balance and down down the tumbles hitting the ground with a painful grunt as his banner goes flying off. 

............

This is not his day. orz ]

 

 

iii. The Cursed Voodoo Doll

 

[ You're walking down the street, minding your own business when you see a ten foot, three-headed dog rush past you with a life-sized voodoo doll clutched in its mouth. crashing your way followed by a tired vampire who waves a hand in the air in a menacing manner. ]

 

Cerberus! Get back here!!!

 

[ Will you help him? Point and laugh or go on your way, either way you really don't have much choice because the Hellhound has circled around and is making a beeline for you while a bodiless voice yells from behind. ]

 

Cerberus! No! 

 

 

iv. Wildcard

[ota. Make your own scenario! ]

Comments

[moonlitknight]

[ Are you kidding?! What kind of greeting is that in this situation! ]

Get out of here.

[ He still needs to catch up to Cerberus before someone else spots someone else and decides to run them down this time. ]

[talkbirdytome]

[Normal social interaction is probably too much to expect from Hiyoko.]

Jeez, hello to you too. Say, is that your dog? He's a feisty one.

[moonlitknight]

Tch.

[ An irritated look. ]

He's not mine.

[ Because Cerberus belongs to himself. ]

[talkbirdytome]

Oh? Then why are you chasing him?

[Mild curiosity more than surprise here.]

Did he make off with something of yours?