-L.A, First of a weekly month and a half Halloween Festival in the park.
-5:00 P.M
-Laenor’s P.O.V
"Run away! That's what your solution is for this! Do you not think I can protect you from Daemon!!? Do you not trust me!!!?" Pain addled the males voice, a bit of a tear forming within his eye as he looked at the other male. Who, had just confessed they were out here because he was to kill him. How could he!? After everything they'd been through! And how could Daemon!!!? If he wanted Rhaenyra so badly why did he not simply… take her!
Well, to say that situation did not go well, would have been an understatement but just when it had begun to heat up, and he'd thought surely the other meant to go through with it after all.
Eye's shooting open Laenor lay beneath the a table, he could tell by the skirts that hung in front of him. Voices drifted from every direction, some sort of music playing in the background in an eerie manor. Slowly moving to curiously crawl from beneath the table, one hand on the grass and the other pushing back the strange feeling table cloth his eyes were soon taking in. Well, a very interesting sight to be sure. People EVERYWHERE like this was some huge celebration. Some dressed very strangle such as a child who was walking past in a garb that vaguely resembled a pumpkin. Eye's staring at Laenor all to curiously as he walked past. The child's mother was, woah…. That was so much leg! Was she, a whore? Yet why was her child with her!?
His questions asked within his own mind were soon interrupted by the sound of someone clearing her throat. "Um, maybe I'm mistaken but isn't playing hide and seek under tables more of a little kid thing?"
Slowly looking up he found himself looking up to a rather hefty woman, dressed in a very strange torn dress, also a lot more leg than he likes to see and was that blood? "I um… probably" He replied cheeks heating a bit with embarrassment as he moved to crawl out. Though whatever she'd said was soon lost to him as he noticed a large building not far away. A line of people entering and … strange noises coming from within. Lights flashing that he could see through some of the roof.
"Hey! You're cutting!! Back of the line asshole!!!!!" A girls voice shouted. It fell on deaf ears as he was far too mesmerized and curious.
"Sir, Sir do you even have a ticket? Sir!! God damn it I swear to absolute god I don't get paid enough for this!!" Another was soon bitching as Laenor merely vanished through the open door, not seeming to pay any mind to those speaking to him. The first hall was dark, VERY dark and Laenor found himself for a moment pausing. No, no it must be safe or why would so many be coming in here! Thus moving forward he rounded a corner, soon met by a sudden flashing light an old witch cackling. He tensed for a moment before it hit him. She was fake! Slowly he reached out to poke her face and snickered. Only pausing when he heard screaming girls from somewhere ahead. Were they alright? They didn't sound alright.
Pressing on a bit further, he pushed through some hanging colorful paper and again into darkness. This time a sudden flash of light and something was swooping for his face! No, moving to draw his sword all to quickly he went swinging letting out a bit of a Yelp of his own as he fell backwards a bit hard, the strange ghost like thing crashing down on his as he'd hit it with the blade and he was soon yelping back into someone's legs and without thinking grabbing their pants leg in fear.
Faustus had ...no reason for coming to a haunted house, really, but his friend Luci had convinced him it would be a novel experience, and wouldn't that be nice? Faustus had been talked into bringing his young twins, Judith and Judas, who had been fascinated by the mortal celebration. The last thing he expected was for someone to suddenly grab him! And was that... a sword? What sort of psychopath -- No, he knew what sort of psychopath.
"How very droll, Mazikeen. Did Luci put you up to this?" he asked the person who had grabbed him. He couldn't see them very well, but who else would it be?
Hearing the voice Laenor froze a bit more. Did this guy not see the ... His eyes darted back to where the had landed. It wasn't moving at all? Moving his boot he kicked it a bit hard causing it to the thud a few feet away before slowly he pushed from where he was sitting. His brow furrowing a bit before he glanced back slowly to eye the other. Well as best he could as it was dark and her could really only see the outline of him. "Forgive me I... Guess I overreacted..." He finally spoke. Ok so maybe a lot over reacted though hearing more screaming ahead he seemed to tense a bit fearfully.
Judith smiled shyly and reached down to help the strange man up.
"It's an easy mistake to make," her twin brother piped up. "I'm Judas Blackwood and I'm five years old. This is my sister Judith, and this is our father--"
"Father Blackwood, High Priest of the Church of Night. Truthfully these mortal gatherings are a bit hokey for my tastes, but a, er, friend suggested I try it on." Faustus forced a smile at the youth. "Shall we guide you through the rest of this, er, 'haunted' house? I assure you, it's perfectly safe." There was a note of disdain in his voice as he spoke of the haunted house.
Looking down at the girl Laenor cracked a faint smile, a welcome distraction from just getting the absolute shit scared out of him if he was being honest. Though, that didn't distract him long from his current confusion. Granted he probably seemed fairly normal to them, not that he'd have known but with the rather casual black and dark red fabric, woven together with small gems on his tunic. Well it looked far more like a rather fancy costume to the average person here though in this light really only a few of the jewels flash against the flickering lights that somewhat illuminated their faces briefly.
Mortal? Ok that he certainly wasn't questioning and carefully glancing over his shoulder he let out a soft sigh. "Does haunted not mean their are ... Ghosts?" He asked despite truthfully feeling a bit dumb after having attempted to literally kill a fake one.
The man's confusion was certainly understandable. "No," Faustus answered without judgment. "It's a... game of sorts. Mortals pay to go through a dark room where others, in odd costumes, flash lights and jump out at them in an attempt to temporarily frighten them. Some sort of thrill-seeking, I imagine. Er, sorry, we didn't catch your name."
"My apologies, I'm ... " He paused for a moment heaving a sigh. "Let's just say it's been quite the long day. My name's Laenor" He replied deciding last minute perhaps sticking to his first name might be best. He had no real clue who this man was and at one point he'd definitely heard him say mortals. So was he some sort of elf? Granted he hadn't seen ears but it was still not that easy to see in this place and... Again he'd turned to continue was them only to end up back stepping and straight tensing as another light flashed and a man had popped out of nowhere holding a knife cackling
"I... Don't think I'm a fan" He muttered slowly moving so the other was closer to the guy and watching as he'd gone back to his hiding spot. He'd already been almost stabbed once today, exactly how did anyone find this .... Fun?
"It's a pleasure, Laenor," Faustus said.
"Nice to meet you," the twins mumbled.
"That chap with a knife reminds me of one of m-- well, a few of my friends," Faustus remarked. "Well, come along then, let's head for the exit."
Judith took Laenor's hand, while Faustus had Judas's, and together they slowly walked to the exit. The kids giggled at the pretend monsters while Faustus was less than impressed.
"Bye bye, monsters," Judith said as they were leaving. She waved goodbye with her free hand and Judas followed suit.
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