Trying to kill the RingleaderIt was a beautiful day for a visit to the circus. The sun was shining, the birds were kippering-
Now you're just lying.
Way to spoil my fun. Well, there's Every, the source of that thought and one of the mimes of the circus. He's a short, childish-looking demon who can't speak. He is standing a bit away from the circus, having said circus between him and the town, and he is of some reason staring up at the sky. He looks rather annoyed.
Are you going to get to the point and do this correctly this time?
Fine, fine Partypooper.
I heard that.
Leave me alone then! Damn it. Anyway, so, in the first two sentences I was lying. The day wasn't beautiful. It wasn't even day, it was a night with a clear sky, stars glistering on the sky and a half moon looking down upon the dark circus. The only thing that disturbed this beautiful night was the fact that you could hear gunshots.
The source of the gunshots was the gun held in a normal human man's hand. He aimed the
Cynriks HalloweenHolidays in the Clockwork Cities are an amusing thing, as it is usually the promise of chaos. Halloween is not much different, and it is the day and night where vampires and other non-human creatures can freely mix into any crowd. It is the holiday when the dead rises from the grave and ghosts come out. Not to mention the zombies On the other hand, don't worry too much about them, they are a rather nice crowd. They are intelligent and do usually prefer a good chat over your brains. Unless they are hungry, of course.
It was the night Ceola held her Halloween Ball, if not only to prank everyone invited and enjoy the look at their faces when they realize how fooled they were. But no, we are not going there to amuse ourselves this fine night. We are going to see what a vampire is doing
And for once he is not cooped up in the laboratory of his basement, but walking along the streets in a slow pace, talking with a younger woman dressed up as a witch while drinking of a blood bag
Shadows of Halloween NightHalloween Night. A strange night, for all of us, and made stranger for those who experience things at just that night. Although, it is given that it is only like that to people with an active imagination and children who run around calling "Trick or treat"
A young woman with long brown hair took her handbag in one hand as she shut of her computer with the other. A man looked over to her from a table nearby, observing as she looked at herself thoughtfully in the mirror.
"Hey, Veronica!", the man called to his college. "Going home? You shouldn't be overworking this late on days like today!"
Veronica King smiled. "Yes, Tom, I am going home. And why are you so suspicious of Halloween, either way? It is just a holiday for the kids."
Tom shook his head. "You keep telling yourself that", he replied seriously. "Just be careful. You'll never know when a monster sneaks up behind you." He gave her a worried look.
"In that case, the monster would be a human monster", she shrugged.