Ace of Spooks [Halloween Event | Imai, Itori, Kenna, Lexi, Mai]

Event Info

All these orange colors around town made Ace of Spades look like an orange with black freckles here and there. These freckles were mostly made of people donning black suits and outfits, trying their best to embody the all-hallowing, howling, hooligan-ing creatures of the night that were associated with one of the biggest festivals in Fiore – Halloween, back at it again, and things didn’t look inverted or warped in any way, shape or form… good timings, if you asked the Ace himself.

Speaking of… ohhhhh, Kenna-nee would have to see his masterpiece. He could be found at the booth where a line of pumpkins were prepared for people to try their hands at creating art – simple pumpkin-carving where one’s creativity and the sturdiness of the pumpkin played a big role in how far one would get in the little contest. And, oh boy, don’t forget about his costume; he had decided to put a little effort into his appearance this year and transformed himself – through the use of cosmetics, of course – into an Imai-gone-mad undead zombie. His skin was green-grey, marked with detailed ‘openings’ into his flesh and bones as well as reddened eyes from being on his iLac all day long yesterday. Perfect.

However, despite his massive efforts and pride in himself, when he actually finished the pumpkin and looked out to try and find Kenna-nee – because there was no way he could show this shit to Mai, for she’d just splash it apart in an attempt to spite him – he suddenly found one of the judges right in front of his… with folded skin on his forehead due to a stressed grimace, pinching the bridge of his nose at the piece of art that Imai had created. “Uh… w-what’s the issue, my gee?”

“Sorry about this, Mr. Uchuuken, but next time, take some modesty into consideration. Disqualified.”

After that revelation, the pumpkin was swiftly taken away, and Imai was left dead inside… just like the costume he donned. At least, they could’ve commented on the amazing attention to detail, refined from years of scanning the artistic depictions found in his magazines- or, or, or the burning emotions it awoke within the cold hearts of single boys waddling around Ace of Spades! Feelings were poured into that pumpkin, damn it! “A-Are you for real?! I spent half an hour on that- can’t I just take it myself?! Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase…?”

His prayers fell on deaf ears, so he returned to the crowds empty-handed. “… O-Oh shit, wait, where did she go?! SHE RAN AWAY! AGAIN! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!!!” His roar echoed across the buildings, at a point deafening other voices in the process, “Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaai, where the crap did you run off to?! Is Zoe with her?! … Damn it, no ambush or anything- she’s fucking gone! I swear, if she’s making trouble, they’ll have my head back home…!!!”

Funny thing was, he wasn’t alone. And he was starting to lose his marbles like an overprotective father… he could, at least, ask his fellow Ace or even Kenna-nee herself… oh, yeah.

“…” His body blitzed away from the booth and wouldn’t stop running until he bumped into his Kenna-nee, “Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…!”

WC: 526
Thread TWC: 526/10,000

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"I foresee a grim future... Your life will hang in the balance as you will be faced with a difficult decision." The fortune-teller, suitably garbed in dark purple clothes which obscured most their figure and face, was hunched over a crystal ball, even their hands wrapped in silken cloth which hid their complexion even if it did little to prevent the customer seeing the unnaturally long fingers. "Not just your own, but the lives of many others will be decided by the path you take. I cannot tell you why or how, or even what path you should take. I can only warn you to be very careful."

"I see. Are there any hints or clues you could nevertheless provide? If so many lives would be affected by my decision, then even the smallest amount of guidance would be appreciated." The woman sitting in front of the fortune-teller was apparently taking the omen very seriously, hands folded in her lap as she was slightly leaning forward, red eyes focused on the figure rather than the ball: she wouldn't have been able to see anything other than her reflection anyway.

The fortune-teller paused, their voice low enough that they were most likely male, but with a tilt to it which one would expect from a female. "As I said, there are limits to what I can do, but you are right that with such a dire future it would be amiss to not help in whatever manner I can..." Moving closer to the crystal ball the fortune-teller muttered in a soft voice, too soft for anyone to make out what they might be saying. The crystal ball remained the same for the customer, who patiently waited for what would come next.

A surprised snort escaped from the fortune-teller as they straightened up, apparently caught off-guard by whatever they'd seen in their crystal ball. "...Well. I do have one piece of advice for you, although I must say I don't know what it means myself." Clearing their throat, the fortune-teller took a second for dramatic effect before intoning ominously. "When the time comes, you must not hesitate to seize the horns."

Another silence fell, as the customer rather prominently did not draw any attention to their own rather impressive set of horns. Instead, after half a minute had passed, the customer stood up and bowed. "I shall take your advice to heart. Thank you for your assistance, and I hope that your future is less burdensome than mine."

The fortune-teller nodded back, then when the customer had stepped outside of the tent muttered something to themselves, but this time a bit more loudly. Usually they were just asked to give some silly fortunes for the event: this horned woman had insisted on an actual fortune, having somehow realized that this fortune-teller was capable of such feats. While it certainly had been an interesting read, they would gladly return to scaring children with stories of hags taking them away if they didn't brush their teeth and go to bed on time.

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Itori had a thoughtful frown on her face as she wandered through the crowds of Ace of Spades. It wasn't a surprise that at some point in the future her decisions might affect the lives of many, but her own life? It had been a long time since her own well-being had been at stake. She could be harmed and even killed, but it was always temporary. Had the fortune-teller's abilities not taken that into account, or was there something on the horizon that even Itori's state of perpetuity wasn't safe against?

As for the final piece of advice... well, omens were often vague, cryptic, or just plain confusing. Maybe there'd be literal horns involved, but it could just as easily mean that she had to take assertive action under certain circumstances. "To grab the bull by the horns" was a popular idiom, after all.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a familiar voice yelling out above the crowd, the owner of the voice moving quite quickly as well. From the sound of it Imai had lost track of Mai and was now hoping to find Kenna so she could help perform damage control. Given how busy it currently was, Itori couldn't really blame him.

That said, it wouldn't do for him to run around recklessly. Keeping track of Imai's movements Itori would move to intercept him, grabbing him by the shoulder once he ran past her to force him to a gentle, but abrupt, halt. "A pleasant All Hallows' Eve, Mister Uchūken. Is it safe for me to assume that the reason for your haste is that your ward has escaped your field of view?"

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WC: 785
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Thread TWC: 1,311/10,000

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