"What do you think?" I asked Danny as I gave him a small spin to show him what I had come up with for my Ranger costume.

Danny smiled softly. "I think you look beauitful, love."

I made a face. "Are you going off of my looks, or the outfit?" I asked, feeling like he hadn't really looked at the costume.

Danny blinked his frustratingly deep blue eyes in confusion. "What do you mean? You always look beautiful, Ty. Why would what you're wearing make any difference?"

I chuckled. "That's not what I meant, sweetie. What I meant was what do you think of the costume? Not what do you think of me in the costume."

"Oh!" He seemed to get what I had meant, and let out a small laugh once he did. "I thought you meant you in the costume. Sorry, love. Um... I think it looks great!"

I grinned. "Oh, but wait! You haven't seen me with the hood on." I moved aside my curls, searching beneath them for the hood of the costume I had pieced together, and pulled it over my big poof of curly black hair. It wasn't difficult, since I had taken it from a Grim Reaper costume I had had lying about, which meant that the hood was huge. I pulled it over my head until my eyes were shadowed from it.

Danny peered at me curiously. "Can you see, love?"

"Of course I can!"

My fiance continued looking at me with the hood on over my head, and I gave him another small spin before he finally grinned. "I like it. You look really mysterious, love."

I grinned as well. "Just what I was going for." I pulled the hood further over my eyes. "Y'know, I sort of feel like an assassin from Assassins Creed." I grinned and pulled my bobby pin out of my hair, letting it lengthen to a dagger. "Got anyone for me to assassinate today?"

Danny blinked and took a small step back from me, eyeing me in concern. "Love, are you alright?"

I laughed at his reaction. "Of course I am, Danny! I'm just LARPing me cosplay, now, that's all."

He looked confused when I told him that. "What's... what you said? Cosplaying?"

"Costume roleplaying!" I told him, starting to get excited at the thought of cosplaying an assassin from Assassins Creed.

"Okay... I think I understand that, but... what's... larping?"

I almost smacked my forehead when he asked me what LARPing was. It took some self restraint not to, and I had to remind myself that Danny didn't know most of what I was talking about when it came to books and video games, just the same as I wouldn't know what he was talking about if he started to mention and talk about his travels with Cyril and the other half monsters that had been banished from the camp. He was only trying to learn what I was talking about, even if he knew he wouldn't understand, and I had to give him credit for that, because most guys wouldn't try to understand me, saying I was too confusing for them and what not.

"LARPing is live action role playing. It's what one does when they're dressed in a costume, either from a game, book, television show, movie, or their own imagination."

"Oh... that's cool." Danny didn't seem all the interested about it, then, but at least he had tried to be interested in it before.

Once I realized he was no longer interested in what I had to say, I dropped the subject of LARPing and cosplaying, instead pulling off my hood and going over to the door.

"Where are you going, love?"

"I'm going to go see if the Hecate cabin can work some magic on these clothes," I told him, opening the door. "I really want to be an assassin from Assassins Creed this Halloween, now." I slipped out of my fathers cabin and into the outdoors.

He followed me out the door, closing it behind him. "I thought you were going to be a Ranger from Lord of the Rings?"

"Pft. I can be that next year. This year, I really want to be an assassin from Assassins Creed." I took Danny's hand and started to pull him towards the Hecate cabin.

My fiance chuckled as I pulled him along. "Well... alright, love. But... are you sure they'll be able to do it? Didn't Zavid ban them from physical magic?"

"Well, yeah... But... If they can at least manipulate the Mist to make my current clothes look like the Assassins clothes, preferably Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, the-"

"Who?" Danny interrupted me, confused.

"The main character from the first Assassins Creed," I told him dismissively. "Anyways. I want my clothes to look like his."

"Oh... alright, love. But how long do you think they can keep up the illusion?"

"I think long enough. They only need to show me that they can today, and then on Halloween."

"Oh. So they aren't going to be keeping the illusion for the whole week till Halloween," he said more than asked, and I nodded in affirmation.

"Yeah. I don't want to drain them of their energy. It takes a lot to hold together the Mist so people can see what you want them to see. Maybe I should just ask them to teach me the spell for it... I can manipulate the Mist a little..."

Danny smiled softly. "Do whatever you want, love. It's your costume, your idea."

I sent him a wide grin. "And my idea is amazing," I said, stopping in front of the Hecate cabin door. I paused for a couple of seconds before raising my hand and knocking.

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