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🎃 31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN 🎃 day thirty • the rocky horror picture show (1975)

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"I'm sure handlin' a prince is better than whatever Bluebeard's dealin' with in his penthouse," he chuckled. "The punch is still gonna be just as satisfying."

He'd use some more .. colorful language to really paint the violent picture he wanted if he was himself a couple months ago, but Bluebeard was the kind of man that didn't deserve his treatment of how he defaced his victims. Claws or not, it wasn't worth ripping the bald head apart for being a thorn in his side.

"Really now?" That was news to him, though it didn't sound too off-putting for Bluebeard to control a specific service while everyone was escaping the Homelands. He couldn't help but roll his eyes, giving a gentle shake of his head. "It's always the ones who stay behind. I wouldn't be surprised if he was working with Robin or some other Fables to get a quick buck for something."

" Best one I've had in years. " Red smiled. " Aside from Prince Charming, but I'll take dealing with him over Bluebeard. Well, I'll likely be getting a talking to from Snow about my behavior but it was worth it…I've been wanting to punch him for the longest time. "

Red wasn't surprised by their shared disliking towards Bluebeard, in fact it felt almost nice. Since starting her new life here she made the best of her fresh start here by providing numerous fables with some of the best comforting baked goods she could offer, not to mention compared to living in The Homelands under The Adversary's rule or either living in this world among all these mundies, she would choose this world since it was much more tolerable despite everything.

" You're right about him seeking control, he had that when providing ferry here from The Homelands….not much else during that time. More complex things during that period were carried out by Robin and his men since they were the ones risking their lives getting inside information in order to stay one step ahead of The Adversary. "

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He fumbled over his words for a second, " ... o-oh, well, I've only seen ... green variations. In photos, and the other guy I had met." It was almost sickening to see it turn him in the mirror, and witnessing it happen in another who wanted to hurt others; it was a polar opposite to David's own morals.

The story, though, held much more sympathy in his eyes than what David had done to himself. A guinea pig experiment that had gone horribly wrong, costing his previous life and a friend. A frown crossed his face, aching his heart for a moment.

" ... I don't blame you for going that route. Just to try and live," he spoke with empathy. "I'd say it sounds ... scarier. For the transformation to be affected by rising blood pressure rather than an adrenaline rush." Much like his, in its own weird way.

"And I'd believe the size. I can't recall what happens to me from time to time, but I've ... seen myself in reflections. Or in photographs. I almost want to know with a size comparison."

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When the metamorphosis happens, I don't have any control over it; I don't even know what it DOES! I could have killed you! Maybe that's why I was wounded. Maybe I tried to kill somebody last night - maybe I did kill somebody...

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" You know....you're not the only guy out there that's got something under their skin. Except mine's red."

( For David!)

unprompted asks - always accepting!

There's a pause. It was almost like déjà vu hearing those words from somebody else once. He recalled meeting somebody, who was long dead now, to say something about having the condition that he did; a "disease", he personally called it. Or possession, whichever came first in his mind. Curiously, he looked towards Ross with a quizzical look, hesitating to speak while his thoughts ran for a bit.

... except his was red? That caught David off-guard. What would specifically change the skin to red upon transformation?

" ... I guess I'm not alone in this whole thing," he said. "What do you mean ... it's red? If you don't mind me asking. I've met ... another one like me before sometime ago. He ... underwent the same experiment I did, but what happened exactly?"

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🐸 New/Developing Friendship /🍸 Coworkers/Business Partner/ 🎭 Frenemies/Fake Friends/ € Friends To Enemies

(Makima and Manny)

Muse Relationship Dynamics - always accepting!

YES! i love this! i do wanna write Makima to the fullest extent of just how malicious she can be as a Devil, but honestly? frenemies or fake friends fit really easily for the two just because of how paranoid they can be of each other. they both got huge potentials to be just. i dunno, good but bad at the same time with one another.

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i changed Charity's voice claim again and it's vaguely similar to Chibidoki's cause her voice will NEVER change. ever. shes gonna sound super young no matter what and i think its hilarious

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It was quick and perfect. They were snagged perfectly, and it was enough to feed them for the night. Inosuke was more than happy that someone had shared that same enticing approach with sweets like this. Shaking his head, he snagged another box or two to tuck under his arms as he gestured for her to run out of the kitchen.

"Unless you wanna raid it yourself, we have the GOODS!" He cackled under his breath. "We've struck the real deal, and I say we feast on this once we get away from this big block of concrete. I hear they made ... some kinda vanilla or ... chocolate!!"

"Alright, alright." she shrugged, carefully climbing up. Soldan had to focus, pupils into narrow slits. Getting two of the boxes carefully, but with caution. "Okay, I got'em. Do we need anythng elsse? Jusst to double check and all, I sstill got my sensess on high guard here and watching the area every few moments whenever I can." As wary as she was, couldn't risk lowering much. Almost in a sense, a little protective.

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my killing hand is ramping up again

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Christian Bale as Patrick Bateman American Psycho (2000) dir. Mary Harron

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🐸💋🔴/🍸 and maybe even ➣ | Muse Relationship Dynamics, For astarion and Elilynn? / @archfeyllen

Muse Relationship Dynamics - always accepting!

🐸 New/Developing Friendship

💋 Bad/Good Influence

🔴 Acquaintances / 🍸 Coworkers/Business Partners

YES. i love all of these ideas. i do love the bad/good influence (bc lets be honest, he'll be a little bit of both) from him but i think they'd be the best worst of themselves in a duo together. not exactly romantic but CHAOTIC friends in a fun kind of way.

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February, 1940 Grant Wood

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He was alive, thank God. He looked like a mess, and with the blood and sweat covering her body, all she couldn't help to do was care for him. Cover him in some way to keep him from the broken window. The sun was just coming up to glisten past the shattered windows, and illuminated on the both of them in the bedroom. God ... what happened to him? What caused him to turn into that ... beast? He didn't seem to go after her, but had left amicably and returned the same way.

"Don't be joking right now! You and your ... terrible jokes are always at the worst times," she muttered, pressing her lips together. "But ... I can't ... tell you. I don't know how to without--"

A pause. She looked up, hearing a number of knocks against their door, followed by the questions that rung. Yusuke had somehow numbered exactly who was waiting outside. They must've heard the shouting from inside and the windows breaking.

Shit. Looking toward him, she gently wrapped him with the blanket, " ... stay. Hide in here. I will speak to them. Maybe ... hide in the closet, okay?" She asked him, voice still quivering. "Give me five minutes ... and I'll send them away. I can think of something. I ... don't want you to run off without me."

For now, she quickly left the bedroom and ran to the front door, quickly unlocking it and peeking from the doorway, slowly opening it up, " ... we're fine! We're fine in here, I promise. It was ... rocky last night, but we're alright. Did ... anyone else have an intruder in their apartment?"

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐮-𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐢..   ❞  He spoke weakly, brown eyes looking up to see his beloved..or at least a blurred form of her. He was far too weak to focus..the form took far too much energy from him, and there’s no telling what havoc he’s caused whilst he was out, once the sun shines there will be a special news report of what transpired during the hours of his absence. There were already neighbors in a panic, circling the neighborhood, the minority wield guns and the majority held bladed weapons or blunt weapons. These people, were afraid but most of them knew they couldn’t depend on the police for EVERYTHING, so they took the safety of their fellow neighbors into their own hands.

“Compared t’ my training…this was a cakewalk…ha, dogwalk..” A light chuckle left his lips as his little pun, before he caught a rather horrible taste in his mouth..that familiar iron..it only now made him noticed that he was nude before her, his hands and chest stained in blood. There was also blood around his lips as well, but of course HE could not see that as of yet. “Shit..the hell did I do?” He became..bewildered of the sight of blood. His mind could NOT replay the events of the evening..not clearly, everything was coded in a deep crimson.

AS FOR NOT BLACKING OUT, he could do his best, luckily enough for him his already impressive stamina managed to kick in, giving him to strength to sit up at the very least..though he does notice another noticeable change, and those were his senses. They were now soo very keen. So much so that he takes a few sniffs in the air. Sweat, cologne, tobacco..all around them..or around the house. “There’s people here..five..six..over ten of ‘em and I doubt they’re here t’ tell us about our Lord and Savior.” His sense of humor will never leave him, despite the situation as he slowly tried standing up. “First thing’s first..I need t’ get some pants..and hide.” The last thing he needed was a brawl in their house..he was already flexible enough to hide about anywhere in the place.

“Hey, is anyone alive in there? Are you all okay?” The voice of a concerned neighbor rang out as they began knocking against the door. “If we don’t hear anything in a minute we’ll bust through the door okay? Please, don’t be startled..we’re not here to cause any trouble.” The man continued on, it was clear their intentions were noble. What went into their heads weer probably the beast having them at death’s door or already gone and they were incapable of answering..

“Go deal with ‘em babe..don’t worry about me..I’ll find my way around the place..hide out until they leave..I don’t want t’ hurt ‘em.” Slowly he found himself up on his feet. Slightly staggering but he could muscle through it.

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There was some form of build-up to this. There was no doubt that something was in the woodworks with plotting something against certain Fables, and it wouldn't be the first time. With the Crooked Man's involvement with developing an underground government to exploit their people, he wasn't wanting that to happen again. Or for planned assassinations to occur like this.

There was a hunch of who to look for. He didn't want to exactly open up a murder case where one of their own was nearly killed again.

He chuckled at the response, and he appreciated the attempt to joke around to lighten the mood a little bit. He didn't mind doing his job when it was needed, but there were days where he wished people weren't so ... weird.

"It was necessary. It wasn't the first time that detective had gotten involved before from what I recall," he noted. "That, and ... it wasn't her first time 'forgetting' her cases.

" ... but for Snow, I'm not sure. I don't think I warned her ahead of time. I can't exactly guess how she'll react, but from today? Probably not ... too much. The poor guy's not dead, and I think that's something she'd want to know firsthand."

Red had a sneaking assumption upon who this fable was, but didn't want to confirm without assurance of some sorts from any of the books or documentation safely locked away at The Business Office. However, every few minutes she found herself surveying him wondering how he escaped The Homelands and why out of all the fables in town she had been chosen as his primary target. Because Bigby was right that these situations don't just happen out of the blue and she didn't have any doubt that there were intentions to go along with it.

" I'd be more surprise if we weren't able to uncover any information while down at the Office, " She replied in an attempt to lighten the mood. She was shaken up for multiple reasons but was trying to focus on the brighter side of the investigation they would be digging into. " I know Bigby, you have a knack for figuring things out. " She smiled, giving him a single nod as he assured her that her name would be kept out.

" I suppose so, I'm not surprised but at the time you guys didn't have a choice…mundies especially involved in detective work are rather relentless when it comes to searching for criminal justice. I'll take too revealing over causing a scene if we were to head through the front door. " She responded as she activated the elevator waiting for it for the next few seconds to descend. Once the elevator doors opened she held it open for Bigby before proceeding to the right side of the elevator after the doors shut to select the button that would take them to The Business Office. " So, How do you think Snow's gonna react? "