A Spooky Day Off [Event]

Most people wouldn't really want to do anything similar enough to work on their day off. Especially on the day of such a large festival. All throughout Era there were decorations befitting the season. Spooky and scary, dark and macabre. It was Halloween. As a result, all Rune Knights that had yet to be stationed out in a different location than the actual headquarters had been given the day off to spend as they wished. Like most of the newer Knights, this included Ciarran. He had spent a good chunk of his day wandering the city, playing the few sideshow games they had and generally just enjoying some degree of relaxation, instead of yet another day of at least mild to moderate stress from the very line of work they were in.

A day off was something that he expected would almost never go unquestioned. After all, who would bitch and moan about not having to go out on patrol for a day? Certainly he hadn't. Unfortunately for Ciarran, a fellow low ranking Rune Knight had caught him just wandering the grounds, not doing very much. As it turned out, the person who had found him was running a 'corn maze'. Not very spooky or scary on it's own, right? Well, that was where they wanted him to come in. The details for the twist of the maze came with the specification of an 'intimidatingly tall' person to act the role of 'killer'. He was the only person they'd managed to find.

The maze was set to open any moment, they just needed their extra worker to manage to get it open on time. The one who was scheduled for it was just 'running late', they promised. Truth be told, they were lucky Ciarran was in the holiday spirit. After all, the boots had been sized for someone who clearly wore at least a size and a half larger shoe than he did, the thick pants were so large that he'd wound up having to cuff them and tuck them into the boots. As for the mask, he'd wound up needing to make an extra hole in it with an awl so that it could be tightened around his head properly. Man, whoever they'd initially hired on for this must have been a big bastard.

He checked his 'equipment' over a few more times. They'd given him a plastic knife with a retractable blade. The 'blade' oozed a bit of some washable dye. Something to mark those who'd been 'killed' from the survivors. Supposedly it'd be nothing but one's physical fitness making the difference between things. There was a field surrounding the maze itself that shut down magic, much like the Neutral Grounds had. With that in mind, he pulled a small, wrought iron key out of his pocket, and tossed it into the locker on top of his street clothes. The first 'guests' would be starting their trip through the maze any minute now. They'd have fifteen seconds before the signal went off in his room, allowing him into the lockers. With that in mind, he spun the knife they'd given him in his hand a few times, testing the balance. With all of the springs and whatnot in the handle, it meant most of the weight was in his hand. He spun the knife one last time as the buzzer went off, allowing him to finally enter the maze. He'd told them, one group. That was it, then he would be able to run off and try some of the other things the place had to offer!

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