Side Story The Grand Hotel

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(for your reference. imagine if he were human and much rougher-looking)

A sorry man shambled through the front door, dressed in what appeared to be a blue and gold robe, with matching hat and cape. As far as warlocks go, he looked the part. Now if only he would act it. He moved very deliberately, as if he was struggling to move in a straight line - almost as if he had forgotten how. On any other night, the smell of alcohol and sweat would have been unbearable. He managed to abstain for at least a couple of nights - whether he could do so tonight would have to depend on how the evening played out.

Whatever game was supposed to go on tonight, he couldn't say he was particularly interested. He had a plan: get in, shake hands, maybe take a shot or two, and get out - maybe with some company for the night in tow. First order of business: shake hands.

He made a beeline for the banquet hall, figuring Melodia would be taking precious time out of her day to kiss down to the party guests. Sure enough, there she was, chatting up some young blonde dame, a girl whose idea of a costume was "homeless person", and a bizarre figure that was dressed much too nicely for what it actually was. It seemed as though there were room for one more.

"Ahhh, the famed Duchess of Mira. I've heard a lot about you, but it's nice to see for myself... you're more stunning than even I could have imagined." The faintest glimpse of a smile crept across his face. "And your costume... you reallywent the extra mile, I must say. Were I to have had even half the dedication of Mira's crown jewel."

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Elsewhere, someone else rampaged through the hotel. Or something. Something wicked. Something evil. Something that did not belong in this world. Those unlucky enough to cross it's path would be met with the fearsome visage of...

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... The dreaded C.L.O.W.N.

"RAAAAAAAARGH! WELCOME, FOOLISH MORTALS, TO YOUR DEMISE!!! I, THE DARK DRAGON CLOWN IDOUN, HAVE COME TO WREAK HAVOC UPON THIS WRETCHED HOTEL AND ALL WHO INHABIT IT! QUAKE WITH FEAR, YOU PATHETIC WHELPS, FOR I WILL RENDER YOUR WORTHLESS FORMS INTO ASHEN ROT!!!! BUT FIRST...



May I take your coat, good sir/madam/other?
 
"Oh no no, far from it. Rather, I'd like to orchestrate an event just for her. Or just have her have enjoy every drink you can give her." Perhaps when she's drunk, she might be susceptible to my influence. If nothing else, he liked the challenge aspect. "I can appreciate fiery will. Not often you find those types. She's just over there by the way." He pointed her out. "She goes by Neo. I think. Not exactly the loquacious type. So. Can we organize something like that event or making sure her hand is full with a drink every second of this party--"

He quieted down when someone else approached, and just stared at her in disbelief for a second. "You. Rude interrupting child. Lie face down on the floor until I am done speaking and do not get up until I depart. And you." He turned to Jade. "Ignore her--"

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"Oh bloody hell." He rolled his eyes. "By my command seals I order you to commit suicide. Turn around and take a long walk until I'm finished. And be thankful I'm showing mercy."​
 
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"..."

Had this woman just called her unrefined?

Oh, was Melodia lucky that Gaster came along and interjected, because hoo boy was that a bad thing to say to this particularly sassy star. She simply placed a hand on her hip, an annoyed expression forming on her features. One could probably mistake this for her having some view of 'I'm a queen so you should treat me well', but in truth, Yvaine didn't really see herself above others. She just had little tolerance for being treated in this manner. She ought to give this lady a piece of her mind for treating her so bloody inappropriatel--

...Huh?

Before she had the chance, she found herself feeling as though she were being stared at intensely - presumably by the odd and distorted man in the tux. She raised a brow at him, examining him for a brief few moments... Before she finally sighed, her expression unchanging. "...Yvaine. My name is Yvaine. Gaster, right?"​
 
It'd be at this point a Gate of Babylon would be flying... But Gilgamesh still remembered Ryan's aversion to violence so he held back. Instead he simply laughed before declaring "Hmph! You presume enough importance to order I? The King of Heroes? Do not be so full of yourself you Mongrel". Then approaching closer to Kilgrave, looking him dead in the eyes as to say 'I am your Master here' he simply stated "Though sadly that isn't your gravest offence in the span of only a few short seconds. For you've insulted a friend of mine, and I don't usually take kindly to that... But in this case I'll let it go, if you apologize and then proceed to find the nearest dumpster to toss yourself into. Sound fair?"​
 
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"Yeah, that's right," Saitama simply nodded when asked about if he really was a superhero, "Used to be a hero just for fun. A little side-hobby. Then I found out there was a big Hero's Association that I somehow never knew about, so I signed up, and now here I am at... Class B? So I guess now I'm a professional hero now."

Fun.

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His expression soured just a little when Hajime would comment about people liking him, as though the younger man had accidentally struck a bad note, though he didn't say anything other than a "Yeah, that would be nice, wouldn't it?" under his breath. All the trouble he had been through and still, people hardly recognized him. This was why he needed to catch up to Genos in the Class-S rankings as quickly as possible! So he could be popular! The girls would like him, people would smile and point and shout "Look, it's Saitama!"

And then maybe that Blizzard woman would stop pestering him to join her weird not-cult of lower Class-B heroes...

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Too engrossed in the sausages he had been eating, Saitama initially didn't notice Hajime leave until Rita would address him about following the teenager along.

"... Huh? Sorry, what?" He asked, blinking for a moment, before registering what had been asked, "Oh. I guess so. A party's not much of a party for a person unless you go around and socialize, I guess," he nodded in response to the researcher, before turning around rather abruptly and following Hajime, wherever the boy went.

Finishing up his sausage appetizer, he would silently get his own serving of ice cream. Saitama didn't really consider himself that big of an eater, especially not of sweets, but hey, he did eat a lot back when he was training. After all, with all the work that he had done back then to get to where he was now, he needed lots and lots of energy. It was to the point where honestly, he didn't even need to train anymore, like he had reached another plane of existence.

Trippy.

Still, he should probably take a short 100-mile jog or so with all this ice cream. No biggie.

"Sorry, I was distracted," Saitama would comment, appearing beside Hajime, before eyeing Neo, "Friend of yours?"​
 
Not far into enjoying her ice cream, clearly taking the first few bites and spoonfuls, Neo was pretty surprised to hear the question pertaining to herself and Alisa. Both of them were still close friends, despite the things that she would do behind the scenes. With the thoughts flooding her head, Neo gave an actual genuine nod towards Hajime as she continued to treat herself with the neopolitan ice cream.

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Well, what a new bunch of people that she would have to get used to soon enough for this party. Neo only covered her mouth with her hand and looked like she was holding in a laugh or two. Oh my...​
 
Slavya & Yulia - Prologue; An Belated Arrival

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A familiar looking head of blonde hair appeared from amidst the crowd, though, one could swear they saw another familiar figure not too far away, though, that figure quickly seemed to move away, leaving only the first distinct person, wading their way through the crowd. As they finally drew close enough for their face to be seen, it was only then that one noticed that it was Slavya; it was a little hard to recognize her at first, as she was clad in clothing meant for the winter, but, it was her alright... Her long, flowing braids quickly gave her identity away.

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"Hello! Sorry I'm late!" Slavya said, she looked a bit flustered, and, well, she looked like she had been trying to travel as fast as she could, seeing as she was a little out of breath. "I didn't miss much... Did I?" She asked, tilting her head a little, smiling a bit, though, it was hard to tell if she was embarassed or not by arriving as late as she did... And for the moment, she hadn't quite registered the dance music playing around them, though, the light cast from the floodlights nearby seemed to snap her out of her small stupor as she realized she was supposed to come here to unwind; it was an party after all. She noticed Neo just then, cocking her head a little as she remembered her and Alisa getting quite close to each other at the camp... In hindsight, maybe she should have convinced Alisa to stop by this party as well...

......

Yulia

In the meantime, that figure who had stood near Slavya appeared to have suddenly altered their course dramatically, seeming to have suddenly been drawn to something at the bar... Despite her outfit, it was pretty obvious that this person was Yulia, and it was more than likely that she had accompanied Slavya when she arrived at the hotel. It seemed that she was headed for a group consisting of AU Papyrus, Gaster, and a few select others, though, her gaze seemed to be trained on Gaster, as if she felt there was something out of the ordinary about him to say the least, though, eventually, she broke her silence as she sniffed the air.

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"Wing-Dings? You speak in... Wingdings?" She asked him, looking a ittle puzzled as she heard him speak; it was uncertain if she actually understood what he said, but, she certainly recognized what sort of "format" his words were spoken in... How peculiar indeed; she looked so confused to be hearing someone using Wingdings to speak, but, yet, she already knew what Wingdings were...​
 
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W.D. GASTER, AT YOUR SERVICE

UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCE

I WOULD BE SO TALKATIVE AND FRIENDLY

HOWEVER, I SUPPOSE THE ENVIROMENT OF THE PARTY IS ENOUGH FOR ME TO...


...BE SOCIAL!!

heh heh heh...fun party.

That was strange, his voice seemed to alter abit at the end there-- at first becoming very loud and friendly, and then suddenly becoming rather deep and sleepy. His eyes briefly sparked a strange blue and orange color as he chuckled to himself, before fading back into a black emptiness. The professor remained still for awhile as he stared at the ground, his own distorts and glitches not even moving him as he looked as he froze.

He suddenly looked back up to Yvaine.

AHEM

APOLOGIES FOR MY OUTBURST

RATHER RUDE OF ME...LADY YVAINE, IS IT?

A PLEASURE TO MAKE YOU ACQUAINTANCE, MADAM​
 
With a loud grunt, Rita was shoved backward from Peashy. She'd been enough fights to have the instinct to avoid falling down. Before she knew it, Rita had a book open in one hand and a large sash in the other.

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"What's your problem, huh?! Do you even know how to play? If you want a fight, you should know I'm stronger than I look!"Rita really did seem ready to attack, but something made her pause. She glanced toward Jade standing nearby. "... But we're in the middle of a party, so I'll spare it. Try to be less difficult." She stared at Peashy, not dropping her items until the little girl understood what she was saying.

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"You just seem very intent on forcing something out of me, if I do say so." Rowen sighed, but nodded once Gilgamesh was leaving. He looked back to the Bogeyman. "Sir, please do be careful at the bar."

As he left, the Prinny eagerly poured him another drink. "Anything else, dood?"

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Jeen's words may have been scathing, but Melodia smiled regardless. "Thank you. I believe my costume is lovely." Anyone who knew Melodia would know she was just wearing her regular clothing. She sounded sincere, regardless. "And you... why, I have no idea what you're supposed to be. Oh well."

Melodia gave Gaster a wary look as she talked to Yvaine. Normally she would not mind attention being taken away from her, but in this instance, Melodia didn't feel entirely content.

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Jade's smile vanished and he gave Kilgrave a long hard look. "... While you have an amusing train of thought, I'm not keen on providing possible disruptions for Lady Melodia. If you wish to ensure a drink is in her hands at every moment, I would suggest you see to that yourself." Taking off his glasses for a moment, Jade aimed his red eyes squarely at Kilgrave.

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"Furthermore, I would be careful who you try to manipulate around here. I can't say myself or anyone close to me are good choices. Don't you think?" Then, Jade was smiling, his glasses back on his face. "But otherwise, please, enjoy yourself."

Relaxing his stance, Jade looked between Gilgamesh and Kilgrave. "Do behave yourselves," he said with a shrug.​
 
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"Well, that's good. You two seemed pretty close when we left the camp..." Hajime murmured as he slipped another bite into his mouth before nodding at Saitama, "Yeah, she's Neo, Saitama... And sorry if I upset you earlier with asking about you being popular..." At least you didn't help commit genocide, Saitama, so you have that going for you.

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Suddenly, Hajime's attention was taken away from him as he spotted Slavya in the crowd approaching, her uncertain question carried by her beautiful voice. A soft smile tilted the corners of his mouth as he shook his head at her question, "Weird penguins blowing up... Neo splashing a jerk with her drink... No, you didn't miss much, Slavya, seeing as you're the life of the party now."

"Oh, and this is Saitama, a superhero," Hajime explained after that quick compliment, looking to the bald man, "Saitama, this is Slavya, m-my girlfriend." For some reason, he still hadn't gotten used to calling Slavya his girlfriend. Thankfully though, he had managed to say it this time without much of a pause, "Anyways, Slavya, there hasn't been much to do besides get food and drink. There's supposed to be a special event soon, but who knows when that'll start."​
 
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"What the..."

A skeleton, with clothes, could talk? And she didn't like the feeling it was giving off. Being noticed was fine and all, but could it not at least actually look at her?

...On second thought, she probably didn't want it looking at her. Kind of creepy. Though maybe it was just a costume or something. She never should've gone to a party with the whole "spooky" theme or whatever.

"...Y-you're human, right?"

Not wanting too much more to do with Mr. Skeleton here, she turned to the other girl.

"Pretty much. Just...saying hi."

She hadn't approached the group with an actual topic of conversation in mind, and she couldn't think of one at the moment either. So perhaps some awkward standing around would do for now.

...

Actually, introductions were in order, no?

"I'm Kido. Tsubomi Kido," she introduced herself to nobody in particular. If anyone was listening, cool. If not, she could drift off somewhere else, or go eat, or something.

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Between may-or-may-not-be a real skeleton and the crowd, Kido had managed to miss the two serial killers. But a certain half of the duo was a bit of a loud mouth. She looked in their direction and...

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"Wha- No way..."

She glanced again to make sure and, sure enough, two people she'd hoped to never see again. So much for relaxing at a party, huh? She thought about calling the cops, but did that work in a multiverse hotel or whatever? Heck, did her phone work at all?

Well regardless, causing a panic wasn't the way to go about this. For now, she just kept an eye on the two of them for suspicious behavior. And maybe intervention if some stupid girl bought their act again.​
 
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"Oh, don't worry... It's nothing..." Saitama simply said with a melancholic tone in response to the comment about his popularity.

They probably still haven't forgiven me for destroying most of Z-City. Not my fault that meteor I punched out broke into several parts. Jeez, it's almost like they think I helped commit genocide.

...

Well, good thing no one died. That's all I'm good with.

When Slavya would appear, Saitama would give the girl a wave, before continuing to dig into his ice cream.

"Yo."

Again, it wasn't like he was really bored or anything. He was just... neutral. And his neutral state, ever since becoming too strong that no fight ever proved to be a challenge anymore, was just kinda... dead inside. Not his fault though.​
 
"Hah! I suppose that's to be expected. It must be difficult staying cultured when you spend half your life in another dimension. And besides, I must confess that I did not put much thought into my costume." It was true. Hell, for a time it wasn't a costume. He was lucky the old thing wasn't half-eaten by moths or mildew when he fished it out of the closet. But it worked well enough for him. He wouldn't lose sleep if his cape had a wrinkle or two. He didn't care much about keeping up appearances, in the literal sense.

"But as I said, you look quite lovely. Even lovelier than that other woman you organized this gathering with. What was her name, again? Jewel? I do hope I get a chance to say hello to her as well. I might need to knock back a couple first, though, so I don't lose my nerve! Speaking of, it's open bar tonight, correct?"

Not so much in the figurative sense, either.​
 
Kiritsugu deciding he sat around long enough got up and went back into the Party, if the girl wanted his help he'd have to track him down.

As he wandered about the setting he made a concious attempt to avoid Gilgamesh and 'Kirei' still. Though it really did seem most of these guests were troublesome folks.
For soon what he noticed were two... Thugs? They looked like they came from horror films, yelling at one another.

He didn't want to get involved, but this was going to cause a disturbance so he approached the duo and said "I think you two are at the wrong event. This is a formal gathering, not a Boxing ring".​
 
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"... They don't appreciate you, do they? You try to help them now, but you don't get the recognition?"

It seemed Hajime was keeping a close eye on Saitama, making an assumption like that. However, before Saitama could reply back, he shrugged before grabbing a drink, "Sorry, jumping the gun there. Just forget what I said if it was wrong or you don't want to talk about it."​
 
The hooded figure shook his head and knocked back his drink, his hood falling back to reveal his face as he looks about "I'm good"

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Finally, he'd picked a casual face to use for now, one that wouldn't attract unwanted attention, and on he was more than familiar with
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"I'll be back later, I'm sure, so don't forget my face"

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Making his way away from the bar, he'd take a look around, taking in the scenery with his new, more relaxed form, it was a surprise he hadn't thought of it sooner
Then again, he never had to leave Silent Hill before, and back there, lumbering around in his normal form was perfectly acceptable, you know?​
 
Ah, so she was correct after all. This man was the host from before. Her typical polite smile not falling from her face, she clasped her hands together neatly and patiently waited for Kilgrave and Jade to finish their conversations before saying anymore, considering her family(especially Reece) had taught her that interrupting was impolite. She had intended to inquire if a certain few people were around, but her concentration was shattered when an all-too-familiar voice addressed her. Instantly, her head turned in Gilgamesh's direction, her smile widening.

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"Gilgamesh!"

Uh oh. Gilgamesh probably shouldn't have made himself known, because now Ryan was trying to hug him. There was no escaping the Ryan hugs, now, Gilgamesh

Even as Gilgamesh went on to ask how long it had been and how she and Reece were, Ryan didn't stop smiling. No, this day had just gotten too much better for that prizewinning smile to fall, now! Instead, she just kept smiling, not hesitating to respond. "Eight years and forty-three days," she stated, thoughtfully. "...But I've been alright. Reece hasn't been around the Manor much," the Caster explained, bright green eyes shining with happiness. "What about you? It's been a long time--"

If she had been about to say more, it was abruptly cut short when she was addressed by Kilgrave. Her smile fell at his words, and she grew a bit more solemn. "Oh.. I apologize, sir. I didn't intend to offend you whatso... ever...." Unaware of why she was suddenly trailing off, or why she felt so affected by the man's words, Ryan found herself suddenly doing just as she was told - lying face down on the floor.

Welp. This was confusing.​
 
Prologue- The 11th Hour- 11 Pipers Piping

A wheezing groaning sound filled the main ball, vanquishing all other noises. Every note from an instrument, every spoken word, every sung chorus was swiftly drowned within its immense volume as the strange image came into view; fading and flickering, glowing and dimming, the picture appeared to flow into view wave by wave. It took a few moments for the picture to even become comprehensible, but once it did, it was unmistakable; a large, navy blue police box, approximately the size of a small arch or door way, branded with the pure white emblem of the "St John's Ambulance Service". 8 crystal lights shined from the walls, cutting through the haze, blinding all who stood too close.

A fumbling of keys and locks could be heard from the other size once the seemingly wooden machine had materialised completely. With one final click, mighty doors creaked open, and a lanky, raggedy man fell out, stumbling onto the ballroom. He scrambled to his feet like an excited puppy, his eyes wider than a child's mind. He rubbed his boney fingers along the edge of his silky smooth dickie bow, adjusting it until it was once again centred, parallel to his enormous, clean shaven chin. The Raggedy wan thrusted out his twig like arms, forcing his green-grey tweed jacket sleeves further up his arms, revealing an upside-down wrist watch. Raising the palm of his hand to his face, he monitored the time. "Late! Late again!!" He muttered with the voice of an imaginary friend. "I hope I haven't missed the dancing...don't tell me I've missed the dancing!".



The Time Lord known as the Doctor whipped the long strands of his midnight black hair from his eyes as he turned to face the crowd, many of which who were already facing him, no doubt due to his dramatic entrance. "Oh! Hello! I'm the Doctor. Sorry I'm late, I had a little trouble with the space-time visualiser; in my attempts to recalibrate the old girl I may have accidentally pressed a few big red buttons I should have and well...I may have invented a new species of bulldog." He was only greeted by an ocean of blank stares. "Tough crowd, huh? Alright, suit yourselves. I'm going to go back to the dancing...."

Regardless of the songs playing, the Doctor ran onto the dance floor, arms flailing like a child approaching an ice-cream van. Once his pointed leaver shoes came into contact with the floorboards, everything changed. His lanky wrists were thrusted into the air, and began to spin them with a propellor-like motion. This was, of course, his signature dance move, made infamous throughout the galaxies by his incredible skill and creativity. The Drunk Giraffe- A Wisdom of his own creation.

He continued to express this array of hand actions and cheering until a something strange caught his eye; the argument going on between the red headed man and the Prinnie. Without any care for his own safety and without any tact or finesse, the Raggedy Doctor approached the duo. Oh, how he envied the man; of course, he had no desire for the man's aggressive nature or brash instincts, however, he had taken a rather strong liking to his hair. In all of the traveller's lives and regenerations, not once had the Tine Lord been blessed by even one line strand of red or ginger hair, and how it irritated him. With 12 differs faces under his belt, you would expect at least of them to be a red head.

Only paces away from the instigator, the Doctor froze, realising something rather important; he was without a costume! He slammed the palm of his hand against his forehead again and again. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! That's what I get for skip reading the memo!!" But he, of course, had a fix for this situation; it was neither glamorous nor subtle, but, at the end of the day, neither of those things were his style anyway. He reached into his tweed jacket, removing a large, red fez, one he had stolen from a museum mannequin in a time gone by. How he had managed to fit such a conspicuous item into such a small pocket would have baffled many, but it did not do so for the Doctor; all he was focused on was how 'cool' his fez looked.

He continued to update is so called 'costume' by pulling a pair of thick, foggy spectacles from the same part of his jacket. Unable to see through the haze of the glass, the TimeLord lowered the accessory onto the tip of his long, sharp nose, adjusting then until they were perfectly horizontal. These glasses, of course, also had their own quirky story to go with them; they had once belonged to Winston Churchill himself, and had been supplied to him in exchange for taking the war leader with him on a trip to Ahkaten...what a day that had been.

The final part of his costume was by far the most ludicrous. Running into the corner of the room, the Traveller grabbed an abandoned mop from a wooden bucket and raised it over his shoulder, like a First World War rifleman. The putrid water rained over the flor behind him, dowsing several guests with the filth of the cleaning utensil. "Yes! A mop, a fez, foggy glasses!! Brilliant! Now...where was I...." Returning to the arguing duo, the Doctor threw his arms around them, grinning from ear to ear. "Hello there, I'm the Doctor, and I'm wearing a fez!" He used his free fingers to point to his hatted head, sniggering like a school boy as he did so. "Any problems here?"

 
Coraline almost scoffed at his ridiculous comment. How could a few plastic skeleton props be insulting?

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Instead she shrugged, trying to see it from his POV. "Oh yeah...that's a...human tradition. Well, used to be where I come from." she sputtered out quick, deciding to roll with the weirdness before she had time to fully comprehend it. "It's to celebrate Halloween. We'd put up a bunch of decorations like that once a year. I don't really know why, but it was still fun!"​
 
Noticing Kido glancing back at them, Ghostface decided he could be a little cheeky. Chrome had said that they didn't want to get in a fight, right? Well, he wouldn't get up and assault Kido. That'd be pretty silly given that there were so many witnesses and he'd be a grown man attacking a teenager. Though, he did idly wonder how that cut he'd left on her thigh was treating her. Hopefully pretty badly.

Raising a gloved hand, he'd tilt his head and gave Kido a small wave.

Perhaps a sign of things to come or just an smart ass killer taunting the one who got away.

Probably the latter.

"Eh? You have some kind of problem with me and my friend here? We have as much of a right to be here as everyone else. Besides, boxing? If you count that little sucker-punch my friend got in on me as boxing then he's Muhammad Ali."

ChromeSkull glanced around before typing up a message on his phone and holding it up for Kirtsugu to see.
I DON'T SEE ANYONE ELSE WALKING UP TO US AND ASKING FOR US TO TONE IT DOWN. WHAT HAPPENED HERE WAS JUST A BRIEF DISAGREEMENT BETWEEN MY PARTNER AND MYSELF. NOTHING YOU SHOULD CONCERN YOURSELF WITH. MAINLY BECAUSE IT'S NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS.


Slinging an arm around ChromeSkull's shoulder, Ghostface leaned in and chuckled as he looked the man standing before them.

"What he said! Or typed rather, ya see he's really embarrassed about his voice. He's got a real nasty Jerry Lewis thing going on. It really grates on your nerves! But, yeah rest assured we're about as formal as it gets! Mickey Alitieri and Jesse Cromeans! But, how about you, pal? You got this young Clint Eastwood 'Dirty Harry' era vibe going on. Don't worry though, it's not a bad thing or anything. I kinda like it in fact."
 
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