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Resting on a country road, not too distant from the nearest city and therefore still receiving common visitors, a sumptuous mansion of blue and white was adorned with festive decoration. Realistic spider webs donning hedge lining, several fog machines causing rolling wisps to creep out at those who dared near, and of course a blood path which led to the large wooden porch.

Upon this porch sat a wooden chair, a man wearing rather strange get-up, booze, and of course, candy. The man seemed rather clean cut, however his costume was unorthodox, a vest caressing a torn and blood soaked white shirt, black dress pants with a realistic gash in the lower right leg, and a pair of shoes with spiders perched on the toes.

His table which happened to be directly next to his chair held no candy, it held a variety of glasses and bottles, alcohol ranging from beer to champagne. He would humor the older crowds as well. The candy was in large stacks of bags, more than a hundred pounds, on the porch's flooring.

Also on the floor of the porch was a large dog dressed to look like a zombie. The man rested in his chair and took a sip of his beverage before whispering, "happy Halloween everybody."

He turned the spotlights on - open for business.

In the dark of the night with people going about their festivities, Valmela had chosen to make both her moonsilver tattoos visible in the night and her wolf tells apparent for those to see. She was not there to strike fear in anyone... she was simply wanting to enjoy herself while she could before she returned home.

Typically, Valmela did not mingle with too many people. The most amount of people she normally hung out with were a close knit group of other Exalts, or with her lovers back at home. Her lovers, however, had been the ones to have Valmela come out to celebrate the festivities.

An ear twitched at the hum of the spotlights, and Valmela followed the sound. She pulled her hat on a little more snugly as she continued to walk. The sound was out of the ordinary for the most part as she attempted to drown out the other noises till she reached her destination.

Sniffing the air, the Lunar had caught the scent of another canine. Soon enough, that canine came into sight as Val arrived at a house that seemed well enough decorated for the festivities whoever was celebrating this evening.

It was... cute, in a sense. But Valmela elected to disregard the 'cuteness' of the holiday, instead going ahead to make her way onto the porch to investigate the area a little further. Instead of the dog smell, the sweet, almost sickeningly scent of candy clogged her nostrils almost as violently as trying to breathe underwater without gills.

A downside to being a lupine Lunar.

Finally, Miles had thought, somebody showed up. The man himself seemed outgoing, friendly, however in his mind there lied quite the opposite of machinations. He acted polite to not tarnish his reputation was all, in reality this man could be as ice cold as the Halloween breeze. With money not of concern in the slightest the sumptuous decorating and generous gift giving was a good way to keep others holding him high.

When the woman stood at his porch, the man's canine companion hopped up to investigate, his nose pressing against her, bringing in the familiar scent of a canine companion. Miles watched it for a moment but it became apparent the dog wasn't planning to stop soon, it could be annoying, he figured.

"Sam! Knock it off!" His deep voice rang out and in his commotion he spilled his glass. Muttering a profanity under his breath, he quickly managed to perk up before the other could think poorly of him. He only hoped his words were not heard.

"Happy Halloween!" He stood and stretched, his legs noticeably long. "I must ask, how old are you, if you're 21 you can have whatever it is you want." He smiled, his eyes examining the guest, attempting to gauge her age. Sadly it wasn't something he was amazing at.

If one had listened carefully there could be heard violin playing, an instrumental melody which filled the night with less horror and more bizarre majesty however the music did have an eerie sound.

Of course, as a lupine being, Valmela would have thought the other dog a little annoying for intruding upon her space. In its defence, however, she was in what was designated as his territory. The musky smell of another beast's land hung in the area, after all.

Turning her attention to Miles after she caught sound of his curse, the silver-haired woman eyed him. She noted his appearance, and listened further to his words. As she contemplated them, her ear flicked back with a hint of intrigue at the sound of the violin.

However, Valmela found herself silent at the question of age. She had to dig in her memories of what ages those mortal typical lived till. After becoming Exalted many years back, it was difficult to really tell one way or another how many moons she had seen, and how many years had gone. After a while, it just all started to blur together, the significance of time becoming less and less.

"I'm twenty-seven..." Valmela finally replied after some thought. She did not appear over thirty, for certain. Other than her silver-hair, which could have been mistaken for dye anyways, she looked rather young, and had relatively soft features still yet.

"A Happy Halloween to you as well," Valmela then said, attempting to be gracious. She had no idea what this 'Halloween' was. It was not something she heard or of celebrated, but if it was something that was going on and seemed to hold significance, she would do her best to at least understand it while she was there.

"Candy? Booze? Help yourself, really. I've got enough that if you so desired you would only need to make this one stop." The man simply shrugged, looking to his possessions now, not wanting to stand there glaring for the entire time as it may come to feel a little awkward. At most he had expected to see a few 21 year olds, but a woman who was 27 years old? Trick-or-treating by herself, he did find the notion quite odd. Though he held his tongue.

There was no reason to question her reason for participating as it would neither shed insight nor solve any issue. Therefore it would be better if he remained silent. The cool air came in long wisps and licked at the faces of those standing, leaving cold kisses, rose dustings of a coming winter. Gladly the air didn't appear to be incredibly cold, a usual Halloween temperature.

The wind did play among a sweet, melodic wind chime which, instead of the normal jingling sounds of a set of keys, produced a sound akin to a flute, a sort of howl with supernatural influence, beckoning the curious nearby. It was a magical evening, an evening of celebration, sweets, and parties, and Miles knew he couldn't very well not participate.

"Sounds like a plan," was Valmela's simple response at first. She looked to the bags upon bags of candy, and then to the proffered alcoholic beverages. Her attention went back to the canine dubbed 'Sam', and she then placed a hand on its head momentarily as she gave contemplation as to what she should do or say.

First things first.... Valmela helped herself to some of the candies. There were some of varying wrappers, and some even with pictures or shapes of different 'spooky' things. There were other more grotesque things that she could make out -- some that she had to second guess at first.

There were some containers with jelly eyeballs that Val admittedly found herself both unsure and curious about. Not to mention the 'severed finger' gummy candies that also seemed to make the Lunar quirk a brow to their appearance.

Well... with enough looking around, Valmela stuffed her box bags on the side of her hips with the candies and treats she thought she would most enjoy, and of those that she thought her lovers at home would most enjoy. Her ears would perk this way and that as she listened for any noises that would be out of the ordinary, though Val seemed rather content.

Once the bags were full, the lupine Lunar gave a sort of bow to Miles. It was a more generous form of thanks -- especially from Valmela.

"I thank you for having my, perchance, unexpected company. Have a good rest of the Halloween eve," Valmela said, using that to excuse herself from the vicinity now that her curiosity had been put to rest.

"A pleasure, my lady. Do take care, enjoy your night." The man was a little disappointed she didn't accept any invitation of a beverage however it was to be expected. Most people would be wary of accepting a drink from a stranger. Especially all alone in the dark. He even considered shelving the liquor and not even offering it, yet he quickly dismissed this thought. There was no reason to do so. It had already been placed after all.

The stars sparkled with an unmatched beauty, highlighting the light of the moon in absolute majesty. Lunar paint was spilled upon a canvas of interwoven dark threads, splotched and messy yet intricate and whimsical. The night sky possessed seemingly unimaginable magical potential, enough to make any human stare in total awe. It was enough to make this entire night worth it.

Normally a man may try and flirt with the beautiful woman coming by, however Miles simply held no interest in the slightest. His eyes were already focusing upon the endless void some called heaven. It caused his lips to curve, a joyful smile only adding to his happy image.

"Happy Halloween. I hope it's the best day of your year." What was odd was, the man seemed genuine, he wasn't full of spite.

Her webbed feet flapped awkwardly no the dusty road, and she moved with a rolling gait, completely unused to this dry land business. But, every few years, business demanded that she take herself into a city.

But the trip had take longer than she had expected, and it had been dark for at least an hour. Scylla's feet were sore, and her legs felt like rubber. She was considering finding some bushes to sleep under for the night when she saw search lights go on not too far away. Immediately, she turned her steps in that direction, willing herself not to limp.

Seeing the bowl of candy, her eyebrows shot up. Yes, she remembered this tradition! Was that tonight? Oh, too perfect. Her eyebrows went even higher when she saw the table of alcohol. "Err.. Hello there? Are you uh... You're doing the treat thing?"

A rather audible, deep toned chuckle escaped Miles's throat as he sized up the strange woman. She certainly had an odd gait to her, she appeared strange all-around though!

"By that I assume you mean Halloween right? Trick-or-treating? Of course, 'tis the season after all isn't it?" His eyes sparkled with a little excitement at the prospect of another coming by to share his proposed goods.

He gestured to the table and the candy which lay nearby, the alcohol seemingly unorganized in a bunch on the table, some labels out, some in. Some bottles full, some empty. "What is it you desire on this truly marvelous autumn night, lovely lady?" His charm exhibited itself with his calm and meaningful melodic wording, his eyes a portal to all which may lie above in the cosmos, an unmatched beauty.

"I've alcoholic beverages if you are more into that scene, and then I also have candy; however I feel I purchased an excess, therefore, please do help yourself."

This time the zombie dog Sam didn't pounce, she kept her muzzle on her paws and allowed her eyes to follow the stranger alone.

Noticing the dog, Scylla paused, sizing it up. When it didn't move to tackle her, she relaxed slightly; but she still looked like a fish out of water. Pun thoroughly intended.

"Right, right, Halloween. That's what I mean. This seems like sort of an out of the way spot to do it, but hey, I guess those lights did their job. And I'm not sure why we'd need to pick either candy or booze; why don't we drop some of those hard fruit candies into glasses of vodka and celebrate the occasion proper-like." She was warming up to this subject, and even attempted a wink. It wasn't cute, but she didn't seem self conscious.

Again there was a laugh in the air. Miles crossed his arms and smiled delightfully. His smooth night-sky hair seemed to reflect a sheen of moon glow as he stood from his seated position, his rather tall stature at once revealed within a lunar lake of majesty.

Stretching his arms behind him and hearing a slight crack as his joints felt liberated, Miles nodded and began with his hand to one of the many glass containers holding rather fine fluids.

"Oh, trust me, I didn't mean for you to indulge yourself in only one treat, help yourself to as much as you so desire." He did frown for an instant however. "Though I don't wish to see you throwing up on my porch."

Then his smile was back and he motioned to the bottles as he refilled his own drink using his non-dominant hand. "What tickles your fancy?"

Scylla waddled upto the porch with her awkward, web-footed gait. She cocked an eyebrow at him as she mounted the steps, clearly offering Miles the opportunity to change his mind and tell her that a weird fish-woman with horrible claws wasn't welcome that close to his house after all. Assuming no sudden shift of opinion, she approached the table of "treats" and spent a moment examining the offerings, carefully twisting bottles with her claw-tips to read each label.

Finally, she holds up a bottle of expensive vodka in one hand, waggling it a little to indicate that this was her selection. In the other hand, she holds up a bottle of fruit-flavored hard candies. Or Jolly Ranchers, if that name brand exists in this setting.

"Whaddya say?"

Miles had to stop to ponder how such a concoction would work. Would the Jolly Ranchers simply sit there in the vodka? The vodka wasn't warm or hot, so the idea of it melting the candy was preposterous. In that case, what was the plan. Did it just lend its flavor to the drink, creating a fruity tonic with a sting? However it worked, Miles had no issue with her indulging herself so.

He chuckled and took the glass bottle before pouring it into an ice cold glass vessel, then handing it over to his visitor, Miles raised an eyebrow. "Add whichever flavor you desire. And however many. I've no problem with it, though I'm likely to stick with my wine."

Scylla unwrapped four green candies - sour apple, she assumed, - and plunked them into the offered glass of vodka. Green plumes immediately trailed off of the candies as the alcohol started to break them down. Of course, it would be hours before they were completely dissolved, and she wasn't about to wait that long. Still, it would offer a nice little twist.

Seating herself on the stoop, her body twisted to look at her host, she raised her glass to him in a silent toast before taking her first swig.

Miles raised a single eyebrow. "So," he questioned, "how's it taste?"
His eyes scanned over hers as if to search for a reaction which could tell him her thoughts, almost a robotic process of examining somebody's most deepest chamber, their mind an open door through which lies a bountiful field of information any with a butterfly net could catch.

He was rather good at interpreting bodily and verbal cues. "I may try it myself eventually, though I'm not too fond of having two drinks at once. Where are you from?"