Halloween Hauntings Sept 18, 2016 18:42:47 GMT
Post by Iris on Sept 18, 2016 18:42:47 GMT
Fall was coming. The air was growing colder, the leaves changing color, and Westerners were already beginning their preparations for the upcoming holiday of "Halloween". It was around this time, a few weeks before the beloved holiday fell on the calendar, that a strange announcement began to circulate its way through the hands of the Hidden World.
Someone paid a rather decent chunk of cash for these strange messages to be spread in a series of different manners. Some were white parchment papers, emblazoned with pastel blue writing printed over and over again. Others were text messages with the same announcement, informing the recipients to get a hold of one of these many, spread around papers. Some were simply word of mouth, all speaking about these strange "invitations" going about and the rumors of what happened if you got your hands on one of them. Regardless of the method, the message was all the same.
"Hello there, recipent of my invitation!
You're cordially invited to my Halloween soiree!
There is just one catch though! This is a costume party! Feel free to dress up as whatever you wish!
If you decide to attend , this invitation also serves as a teleportation scroll, but it won't work until the set time!
I hope to see you there for some Halloween fun!"
At the bottom of the parchment showed the time, which required the proper time zone, the date, and the host's signature in a bubbly , flowery font.
"The party will start at 8 P.M. on Halloween Night , when the time is right, use this scroll!
Off the coast of Ireland, sequestered along a small island that she'd bought a long, long time ago, Eri had purchased and restored a beautiful vacation home a few months ago in preparation for her big plans this Halloween. The mansion was old, elaborate, and rustic with a gorgeous view of the Irish shoreline; at night, the waves were pitch black and rolled like velvet, shimmering in the moon's embrace and typically leaving her with strange sentimentality. Long story short, Eri LOVED this location and couldn't have chosen a better place to personally host this party she'd organized.
It had cost a pretty penny to create , but it felt wholesome and worth it to the immortal girl. Ever since she'd discovered more and more of the Hidden World, she'd grown a fondness for it that was similar to the one she held for humanity; there was much to love and she had desperately wanted to become more involved and meet more people. So of course, the idol thought that the best option was to throw a party! Simple!
Having paid a lovely woman to create the series of personalized teleportation scrolls was VERY expensive...but wealth wasn't something Eri lacked. Ordering caterers and cooks, among other staff, had been rather tedious as well; turns out getting things across large bodies of water was a laborious process. Yet here she was, on the edge of her renovated estate, admiring the beautiful sea in the early beginnings of the evening. Tonight was going to be just splendid!!...Or so she'd hoped. Despite all her optimism, Eri still had a small, nagging feeling in the back of her mind as if something bad were going to happen.
When she eventually made her way inside, Eri was all hustle and bustle, directing people here and there and cheering them all on. In the manner of just a day, her and the team she'd hired had transformed the beautiful, aged home into an over the top, almost gaudy Halloween celebration! From the ceilings and stair banisters draped in balloons and streamers, to the tables dressed up in orange and black, decorated with a massive series of drinks and foods, everything screamed "Halloween". The only lights she'd requested to be on were those in the massive chandeliers that decorated the estate, and the hallway candelabras, leaving the entire state in a warm, orange glow that felt like perpetual dusk; it was all absolutely charming! Satisfied with her final rundowns of the place, and catching up with the serving staff that all wore simply their black and white, professional clothes, and simple masks, Eri decided it was time to get ready herself; there was only a few more hours before the party began!
Once 8 began to roll around, Eri stood, pacing in the foyer where she'd requested the scrolls to lead any guests. The outfit she'd chosen was...questionable, but undeniably 'cute' as she'd claimed it so. Any guests to appear would at first notice the warm aura of the open room and then, inevitably her in all her beaming, excited, and nervous, glory. Eri had chosen to go as a 'mermaid' for this party, chosen purposely gaudy to represent the mermaids in popular media. Her white hair was bouncy and wavy, interwoven between white, fake pearls and a small headdress made of pink shells and pastel colored beads lay around the crown of her head. Her top barely qualified as such, a pair of pink, pastel coverings meant to imitate seashells that hooked around her back in a few golden chains, ladden with the similar fake pearls, matching the small bands wrapped around her exposed arms and bare ankles. From the bottom down, Eri wore an extravagant skirt that was short and frilly in the front, but the back extended in a grandiose tail that positively glittered, mirroring the soft glitter she'd adorned along her makeup and face. Everything about Eri was bright, colorful, and glittering ; she'd really done her best to go all out for her guests!
Sucking in a breath, the delighted idol began reciting her greetings to herself, wondering how she should go about introductions..."Welcome!...No no, that's too overused. Hello? No no no... that's boring!"
Around the first week the first set of flyers began to make their rounds, Fumi had been given a mission. It was a simple heist, take what was required and get paid; easy, right? Except Fumi's itchy fingers and poor, greedy judgement had got her stuck in the mark's office! She had been perusing his valuables, looking for something a little extra to treat herself with, when she heard the sound of their arrival; her employer had told her he wasn't supposed to be back for a few more hours! To top it off, it sounded like a lot of guests had come with them, barring off her initial exit route and leaving her stuck behind this door for the time being until she came up with a better plan.
Grumbling silently to herself, Fumi walked around with finessed silence, looking around the windowless room. It was cool in here, which means that they had some sort of central air going on...she just needed to find the vent.
Looking around initially, Fumi had been about to pass up the clean desk until she saw the white flyer on the otherwise empty table. Curiosity got the better of her and she carefully picked the paper up with her gloved hand, reading over the words with growing interest. A party...huh? For the Hidden World? Fumi clicked her tongue slightly against her teeth as she folded the small invitation, only for it to disappear in a plume of smoke immediately after; her employers sent her into a member of the Hidden World's domain? Did they WANT her caught? Her experience already with Hidden World members had been shaky at best, and they were always infinitely more difficult to escape from than just simply humans.
Thankfully, around the realization of her mark's Hidden World affiliation, Fumi heard the sudden kick on of their central air. The dull whir drew her towards the edge of the large, opulent carpet and with a small, internal "ah ha! ", Fumi found the vent. With her mark already gathered, Fumi sucked in a breath and like a shadow, she simply vanished through the small slits and made her way through the system until she found a nice, desolate room where there were actually windows.
It was after she'd garnered her money and found herself boredly relaxing, watching more reruns of TV shows she'd seen a hundred times before, that Fumi remembered the small piece of paper she'd acquired a few days prior. The Halloween party with a teleportation scroll attached...Casting her crimson gaze over to her empty bowl that had originally held her snacks, Fumi lamented about her empty and bored stomach; she was pretty tired of eating just shitty junk food. This party would be a pretty good way to snag a free meal or several, but she didn't want to go through the effort of really dressing up...
Sighing, the lazy little robber rolled over and accidentally knocked over the paper towels she'd been using to wipe the orange dust off her hands. Opening one eye to look at the knocked over roll, Fumi slowly got an idea; the invitation didn't say the costume had to be 'good'.
It took some searching, but Fumi found a single, black leotard she'd stolen from a wealthy gymnast's dresser; thankfully they were pretty small themselves and she fit rather decently into it! Over that, Fumi had searched through her abundance of first aid kits, gathering as much bandage as she possibly could, and she spent the next hour wrapping herself as messily, and as much as possible. She barely even tried to wrap the bandage around her head, it was impossible to fit through and over her hair, so it simply stuck out in some places. At the end of her work, Fumi was lazily wrapped head to toe in bandage and she admired her shitty work in a mirror, giving herself a thumbs up.
Fumi was eager to arrive at this party now that her look was complete. Not only was she hungry, but the person who was boasting and hosting this party must have had a lot of cash if they could just invite anyone from the Hidden World with confidence. Maybe she could get a little more "treat" in her trick or treat tonight.
When the clock hit 8, Fumi held the invitation in her hand and inspected it with confusion; how did these things work exactly? She turned it upside down, to the side, squinted and looked at the front while huffing an impatient breath that mirrored the small grumble in her stomach; the only thing left was to...turn it around? Flipping the paper over in a single hand and still squinting, Fumi could actually see something in small, faint print on the back. Scanning her eyes over the hard to see writing, when she neared what presumably had to be the end, the writing glowed just briefly...and Fumi felt her couch leave her. Along with her whole home.
The mute thief looked astounded as she found herself in a completely new place, a pile of shimmery dust left in her hand that once held the invitation and in front of her, a tall and extremely bare girl who held her arms out with a loud, overly excited exclamation.
"Hello!!! Welcome to my party!!" Taking another wondrous look around, Fumi settled her eyes on the large series of golden necklaces around the girl's neck, spotting the glittering gems that seemed to be nestled within her generous cleavage, and Fumi felt a mixture of excitement at the sight of the jewels...and then jealousy towards this outrageously gifted girl. Score, the girl was rich, just like she'd assumed! Nobody just casually wore things like that to parties!
Silent as always, Fumi just offered a hand slowly in greeting. Maybe the girl would just think she was one of those silent type people?
Amai was humming to herself as she lounged across Eve's desk, waiting for her delightfully attractive boss to come back to the headquarters. She remembered Eve mentioning a mission about ogres...or something? Amai didn't really catch it; she was too busy staring at Eve's chest the whole time.
Wearing nothing beside an unnecessarily tight pair of lacy underwear and a large, loose black tank top, Amai held a piece of paper she'd found on her way back from her one night stand with some cutie she'd picked up at one of the human bars in the city. Seemed she wasn't the only Hidden World member there, considering this person was one at a time...not that they were anymore. Amai let out a delighted chuckle as she remembered the way they'd begged at her feet for her to kill them, the happiness it'd bring them to lose their life to her hands...the fucking wasn't too bad either, but the boring feeling that resided after they'd died was torturing her. She just wanted to have some fun! The only way she could really get some excitement in this place was to make Eve mad at her...but perhaps now she had something else to do. "A party, hmmmm...I do love parties.~"
Taking her sweet time to choose her outfit over the week lead up to the party, Amai had to hold in her laughter when she'd put it on, showing herself off to...well, herself in her large, tri-sided mirror; this way, she could get every angle of herself that she couldn't get enough of. Amai had chosen her outfit solely out of amusement, deciding what could be funnier than for a demon to go as an angel.
The succubus couldn't dress herself in anything that wasn't scandalous and her costume was no exception. What was supposed to mock the idea of an angel seemed to mock a lingerie ad instead. Amai's generous chest was latched tight beneath a white corset covered in pink ribbon and lace, her skirt rose dangerously high above her upper thighs to expose the tight, form-fitting white stockings she wore with it. Her golden hair was held up into girlish pigtails with pink ribbons, offset by the fluffy white wreath around her head that held a suspended halo above her head. Against her back, Amai had purchased a fluffy set of pink wings, taking care not to allow her own to appear in the process of putting them on, but there was one thing she didn't mind letting out today; her tail whipped out from beneath her small skirt and she took care to tie a pink ribbon around the end, allowing it to sway back behind her back. "Perfect! As always.~" Amai cooed to herself as she posed in front of her mirror, stopping only after kissing the surface and leaving a glossy lip mark behind. She was all ready to go!
When 8 hit, Amai wait for a few minutes, wishing to be a surprising and pleasant entrance. Familiar with teleportation scrolls, Amai read and then waited for her surroundings to change and when the heels of her pumps hit the carpeted foyer, she shook the dust out of her hand and exclaimed loudly, "I'm here, darlings!~"