Warren and Kurt were at the townhouse, inspecting the costumes. Apparently
Warren had had a friend who was into theater costumes and make-up stay for
a while, then leave quickly, leaving many of his supplies behind. This left
them with quite a few things to work with.
Warren said, "I'm pretty sure there's some fake demon gear around here somewhere. And I learned enough from Jack to know how to use everything"
"I'll let you do my costume if you let me do yours."
Warren seemed a little scared and a lot wary, but he agreed.
Fifteen minutes later:
Warren fiddled with his breastplate. Kurt had found various bits of Roman costume and fitted him up so he looked something like a centurion. The only bit Warren seemed truly annoyed about was the wig. He didn't mind the beard, especially since it helped hide his face, but something about the long blond wig just bothered him.
Kurt was having fewer problems. Years of hiding his true appearance made it so he wasn't as bothered by the theatrical equipment. Bits of rubber carefully tacked together and tied on made his toes look convincingly like hooves. He also had fake horns and claws, but thankfully Warren hadn't insisted on a red demon. Carefully applied facial make-up deepened the lines in his face and his eye sockets. A matted, long black wig covered his modern haircut. A ragged, ripped, indescribable something for a costume completed the look.
"So just what are we going to do to draw their attention?" Kurt asked.
"Um..."
"You hadn't thought that far? Come on, we're sure to think of a few." Kurt saw various weapons laying in a corner of the room. Kurt threw Warren a broadsword and grabbed a pitchfork for himself. "We could always stage a fight."
"Or play with their heads. You encourage them to do something stupid, and I discourage them."
"Or the other way around if they're halfway sober."
"This is gonna be a blast."
At the park:
"Hey Joe, you got any change?"
"Ya'd just spend it on more booze, and I'm low."
"So? you'd do the same. No way you could make it to the store an' back widdout geddin' sik. Gimme da money an' I'll bring ya some."
"Why do you need it anyways?"
"Just broke up wid the greates' womin on da planet."
"You've been sayin' dat fer da las' five years."
"C'mon, Joe"
A new voice interrupted.
"DEMON! I have chased you these many long months, and now you are mine."
Both men turned to see a shining being with wings and a *very* big sword face down a dirty, ragged, hunched over thing with a wicked looking trident.
"So long have I evaded you, and so I will continue to do so. Do you not see those my master has won?" the creature said, gesturing to the bench.
*double gulp*
"Foul creature, you know none are beyond redemption. But thy fate is sealed."
Both put on and elaborate fight scene which was soon taken out of sight of the bench, where Kurt could scream his 'defeat' unchallenged.
Back at the bench:
"Did you see that?"
"Dunno. Did you see that?"
"I need a drink."
"Not me. I'm gettin' cleaned up before I end up like dat."
And in the trees above the bushes.
Warren: *snicker*
Kurt: Why do you laugh? We only got one of them.
"The one with the money. His friend will have to do something else now."
"Ah. But that won't make him quit drinking like that."
"Not for sure, but he'll have to do something different."
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Warren said, "I'm pretty sure there's some fake demon gear around here somewhere. And I learned enough from Jack to know how to use everything"
"I'll let you do my costume if you let me do yours."
Warren seemed a little scared and a lot wary, but he agreed.
Fifteen minutes later:
Warren fiddled with his breastplate. Kurt had found various bits of Roman costume and fitted him up so he looked something like a centurion. The only bit Warren seemed truly annoyed about was the wig. He didn't mind the beard, especially since it helped hide his face, but something about the long blond wig just bothered him.
Kurt was having fewer problems. Years of hiding his true appearance made it so he wasn't as bothered by the theatrical equipment. Bits of rubber carefully tacked together and tied on made his toes look convincingly like hooves. He also had fake horns and claws, but thankfully Warren hadn't insisted on a red demon. Carefully applied facial make-up deepened the lines in his face and his eye sockets. A matted, long black wig covered his modern haircut. A ragged, ripped, indescribable something for a costume completed the look.
"So just what are we going to do to draw their attention?" Kurt asked.
"Um..."
"You hadn't thought that far? Come on, we're sure to think of a few." Kurt saw various weapons laying in a corner of the room. Kurt threw Warren a broadsword and grabbed a pitchfork for himself. "We could always stage a fight."
"Or play with their heads. You encourage them to do something stupid, and I discourage them."
"Or the other way around if they're halfway sober."
"This is gonna be a blast."
At the park:
"Hey Joe, you got any change?"
"Ya'd just spend it on more booze, and I'm low."
"So? you'd do the same. No way you could make it to the store an' back widdout geddin' sik. Gimme da money an' I'll bring ya some."
"Why do you need it anyways?"
"Just broke up wid the greates' womin on da planet."
"You've been sayin' dat fer da las' five years."
"C'mon, Joe"
A new voice interrupted.
"DEMON! I have chased you these many long months, and now you are mine."
Both men turned to see a shining being with wings and a *very* big sword face down a dirty, ragged, hunched over thing with a wicked looking trident.
"So long have I evaded you, and so I will continue to do so. Do you not see those my master has won?" the creature said, gesturing to the bench.
*double gulp*
"Foul creature, you know none are beyond redemption. But thy fate is sealed."
Both put on and elaborate fight scene which was soon taken out of sight of the bench, where Kurt could scream his 'defeat' unchallenged.
Back at the bench:
"Did you see that?"
"Dunno. Did you see that?"
"I need a drink."
"Not me. I'm gettin' cleaned up before I end up like dat."
And in the trees above the bushes.
Warren: *snicker*
Kurt: Why do you laugh? We only got one of them.
"The one with the money. His friend will have to do something else now."
"Ah. But that won't make him quit drinking like that."
"Not for sure, but he'll have to do something different."
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Opinions?