Thread: Come For the Tea, Stay For the Party ✯✯ (M/F) (IM, PM or Thread RP Search)

RE Blue Hatter's Search for Role Play MF Role Play Samples 2 Star Wars The Old Republic See more Korriban. A desert world and capital planet of the Sith Empire. It was an ancient world and countless Sith artifacts lay hidden around the vast, sandy landscape. It was a harsh, cruel world, just like the Sith themselves. It was a place few people who didn't align themselves with the Sith ideals ventured, and was restricted to any Republic forces as per the Treaty of Coruscant. Even so, a tiny glimmer of light could be spotted coming from right in the middle of an Imperial blockade surrounding the planet space, and that glimmer quickly grew larger and larger until it was clear it wasn't a star, nothing of the sort, it was a spaceship. An XS light freighter, to be exact. It was being followed closely behind by a squadron of Mark XI interceptors that were pelting the hull with blaster cannon fire. KA-BOOM! A small spot in on the hull erupted into a shower of sparks and a confetti of shredded metal. Inside the boxy cockpit a humanoid figure could be seen piloting the ship, frantically trying to avoid any further damage from the Imperial forces. Breaking in through the blockade had been the easy part. Breaking out ? Well, that was a completely different matter. These little womprats sure don't give up, do they? the pink-skinned Twi'lek pilot grumbled to himself, taking his left hand off the controls to wipe a bead of sweat from his brow. Hey, Beta, how are things going back there? Away in another section of the ship a small droid hobbled about trying to shift cargo into a more secure location and patching up any damage that occurred within the craft. It wasn't an easy task. The droid looked like nothing more than a box with two legs and two arms, but never judge a book by its cover... This droid have been vastly upgraded and modified from its original GNK power droid specifications. Hidden compartments and weapons and an upgraded AI and personality chip, among some other hidden gems, laid within the stout companion. GNK-B8T, or more commonly known as Beta, was this little droid. His reply to the pilot was quick, and despite his advanced programming, he still spoke in the usual droidspeak of an underdeveloped model, and in Gonkian no less. While most people would simply hear various tones and pitches of gonk gonk sounds, the pilot could understand the droid just fine, with help from an optical cybernetic implant in the Twi'leks left eye. Beta's reply appeared to the pilot as a form of text that appeared in the pilot's sight. The text read... GNK-B8T doing the best he can Dejulues unable to avoid more fire? Hey, if you think you can do a better job piloting, you're more than welcome to give it a shot, the pilot, Dejulues Tze'Midak, snapped back, their voices echoing over the inner ship communication system. GNK-B8T unable to pilot ship GNK-B8T has no such systems installed. Than shut up and let me do my thing! The ship shook again with the damage of another explosion. Activating the turrets, Dejulues rotated the top turret into the rear position and let off a few shots. It was difficult to both aim the turrets and operate the ship at the same time, to say the least, but luckily Dejulues was an excellent pilot. Or, well, at least he told everyone he was an excellent pilot. Whatever the case may be, two rounds of blaster fire managed to take out two ships. Even so, the numbers were still against them. WHAM! Anther explosion, a larger one this time. No doubt a hit from a missile. Those enemy pilots weren't playing around! What was worse, as Dejulues noted from the shield display on the cockpit screen, the primary shield had just failed. We've just lost the primary shield generator, Dejulues commented, mock calmness in his voice. I'm going to redirect any power I can to the secondary shield. Beta, there's a plasma leak in engine block A-3, see what you can do with it, okay? Though he couldn't see him he knew that the droid was hurriedly moving to fix any damage he could. If nothing else that droid was dependable, no doubt about that. The two were an odd pair, that was without question, and though they often drove each other quite crazy, they were also quite inseparable. Dejulues heard the droid's gonk gonk speech echo over the communication system again. GNK-B8T unable to fix the damage in time! Things are going wrong faster than GNK-B8T can fix them! GNK-B8T wondering if it would not be cheaper to just buy a new ship instead of continually providing repairs? XS freighter Ghostling's Caress pile of scrap metal! She may not look like much but she's got it where it counts, snapped Dejulues. This ship and I have been through a lot together. She's like family. I'd rather get rid of you! Dejulues would like that, would Dejulues not? The Twi'lek only laughed at that, and spun the ship in an arc in an effort to avoid an incoming missile. Things were getting hairy but, than again, that was just the way Dejulues liked it. If life wasn't fun, wasn't exciting, than what was the point of living it? Life should be an adventure as far as he was concerned. And if you made a pile of credits on the side than that was just icing on the Corellian sweet-cake! KA-BOOM! BOOM! Another explosion, and another. Dejulues could see more fighters coming in from all directions. One thing was for sure, Empire didn't want Dejulues getting his cargo out of there. They weren't making things easy. Beta, that plasma leak is flaring up again! Can't you do anything with it? Dejulues asked, keeping his eyes glued to the displays before him. It seemed that everywhere he looked on the holographic ship display systems that everything-- everything-- was in the red zone. Red was bad, very bad. GNK-B8T doing the best he can! Dejulues completely useless! A message is being sent GNK-B8T send it through? A message? Dejulues repeated. A message? Here? Now? Alright, bring it up on one of the secondary screens. A moment later one of the small hologram screens, one off to Dejulues' left, flickered to life. Soon enough a figure began to fade into view, colored in the blue hologram light. It was a tall, slender figure, a male Kel Dor, wearing a long, flowing robe. He had a large mask covering most of his face and all of his facial features. It was none other than Jedi Master Gnost-Dural, the one who had hired Dejulues for this assignment. Ah, master Jedi... What a pleasant surprise, said Dejulues. It really wasn't. Your droid has informed me that you have run into some complications, said the Jedi Master. Dejulues smirked a bit. What? This? Nah, this is just a minor misunderstanding. A small miscommunication. Just a small scuffle, really , he replied, a snide and sarcastic tone oozing from his voice. I hope for your sake, captain, that your reputation is well-deserved, continued Gnost-Dural, his voice sounded deep, metallic and emotionless through the synthesized audio output of his mask. You are an illegal, and outlaw, someone that the Jedi Council should not be dealing with. For this assignment we had to make an exception. However, because of this, if you are captured the Council cannot and will not help you. The Council will deny any prior knowledge or connection to you. Yeah, yeah, I kinda figured that, Dejulues commented, barely paying attention to the holographic figure next to him as he turned the ship into a nosedive to avoid a head-on collision with an asteroid. Thanks to his last-minute change of course and his quick reflexes he was able to cause one more of the Imperial pursuers to crash into the large rock. I guess it's a good thing I wasn't planning on being captured today, he added. Now, master Jedi, if you don't mind-- I hope that you are also aware that these relics you are transporting for us must not be damaged, the Kel Dor Jedi interrupted. Even the slightest bit of-- The ship shook and roared from another violent explosion and the communication cut off completely. No doubt the communication array had been hit. Boring conversation anyway, Dejulues grumbled and glanced to the right of him, noticing another incoming fighter. He flicked the joystick controlling the top turret, aimed the weapon, and blasted away. The fighter exploded into countless tiny pieces of scrap before it even had a chance to fire back. It was then that another sight caught his attention, brought on by the loud roaring of an alarm and the bright flashing of red lights. The enemy fighters had done more damage to the ship than Dejulues had thought and there was a power leak in the main reactor. Systems were shutting down as the emergency systems sprang to life. One by one other systems began to flare out of power secondary shields, coolant systems, gravity field generators... Beta, the coolant flap for the third engine has broken loose! Dejulues shouted over the communication system. If even one engine thruster coolant flap was damaged the engine it was connected to would automatically shut down so that it would not overheat and explode, and while this was a useful safety feature, in matters like this it meant that the ship had one less engine, one less thruster to push it forward, and that meant less speed and less maneuverability. When you were trying to escape from people who wanted to capture you-- or kill you-- you needed all the speed you could get. See if you can lock it down, would you? Now a bit of panic was beginning to sound in his voice. Though he knew that Beta was trying his best to keep things in order he knew that it wouldn't be enough. They had to find a way through this mess and fast or they were going to be in some real trouble. Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! The droid kept repeating over and over again. Now Dejulues began to wish he had never installed that personality chip in the stout droid. Relax Beta, we're not in trouble yet! Dejulues replied, though even he wasn't quite convinced of that. But he wasn't going to throw in the proverbial towel just yet. That is until he heard a loud bang echo in the space around him, like the shot of a flechette round or the detonation of a small hand grenade. Within an instant a gigantic ship appeared before them. Its looming dark triangular mass with its sharp edges that had just exited from hyperspace was unmistakable-- a Harrower -class Dreadnaught-- a gigantic battleship with countless turrets, numerous starfighters, and a sight that would strike fear into most pilots. Dejulues had encountered these behemoths more times than he could remember, but it was still a bit frightening to see one appear almost out of thin air right in front of you. Almost immediately after the ship left the starlines of hyperspace fighters began to flood from the dreadnaught's dual front hangars. They clearly didn't want Dejulues to get away with his cargo-- whatever it was. Okay, maybe now we're in trouble, Dejulues commented, staring somewhat blankly at the immense frigate before him and the dozens of fighters coming his way. Dejulues GNK-B8T doomed! Dejulues GNK-B8T doomed! We're not done yet, I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve! Dejulues shouted heroicly as he dove in towards the cruiser. However, it wasn't long before he felt the freighter shudder and lurch around him, saw a couple of the monitors nearby flare, heard the engines groan and sputter and struggle. It was something he had experienced many times before. They're trying to lock a tractor beam onto us, Dejulues said, as if he was informing an entire crew around him, though it was just him alone in the cockpit. But they're not gonna get this ship that easily. Increasing the throttle, the ship speed up, diving in closer and closer towards the cruiser. A tractor beam was a deadly thing indeed, once a ship was caught within its gravitational pull it would be unable to break free and would be drawn in towards the source, prisoner. If the beam operators were skilled they would be able to track a ship without much effort until it was locked in, even a freighter like the Ghostling's Caress , but if Dejulues knew one thing about a tractor beam was that there was one-- and only one-- safe place to go, one place where the tractor beam would be unable to reach, and that was right up against the ship in which the beam was coming from. It was suicidal, deadly at best, to stay so close to any enemy vessel, let alone a battleship dreadnaught like a Harrower -class, but it was the only way. I've got a bad feeling about this... Dejulues muttered under his breath as he continued the dive towards the frigate. The closer he got the closer the laser blasts from the dreadnaught's turrets got to his ship, meaning that his ship was becoming an easier target the closer it got. He could hear Beta gonking frantically in the background but tried to pay the droid no mind. The Ghostling's Caress was taking a barrage of fire from the dreadnaught in front and from the squadrons of fighters in the rear this was going to be a close one. Closer, closer the XS freighter came, until just at the last moment Dejulues pulled back harshly on the steering console, flipping the nose of the ship upwards, pulling the ship into a violent upwards ascent, and skimming the surface of the neck of the dreadnaught's bridge. While most the pilots closing in behind were able to pull away in time, four weren't so lucky and smashed headlong into the Harrower -class. Dejulues could hear the creaking and scraping of metal-against-metal as the XS closely skimmed against the surface of the dreadnaught, heard a few loud pops as it sheered off antenna and wires from both vessels, and pulled up a bit more just in time to avoid a collision with the Harrower -class's command deck. So close did the XS shave across the bridge that Dejulues could see the people on the command deck, some scurrying about, others staring back at him, and could even see the thick duraplast windows vibrate as his ship blasted by. Once the freighter had managed to safely make it across the bridge and to the other side of the ship, Dejulues leveled off the vessel and quickly punched in a few codes into the navigational computer. Waypoints and jump coordinates had already been set, now it was only a matter of activating them, which was a simple feat indeed, but somewhat less so in the ferocity of battle. Okay, the coordinates are set! Dejulues called out. Hold on, Beta, I'm taking us into hyperspace! There was empty space in front of the freighter now that it had cleared the dreadnaught. Dejulues pressed a button and pulled back on the jump lever... He heard the engines flare and roar and heard the damaged engine sputter pathetically, and within moments the ship launched forward. Stars blurred and blended into lines, space around them bended and shifted into a bright shimmering blue tunnel, and they were off into the safe confines of hyerspace. Well, relatively safe, anyway. Dejulues slumped back into the pilot's chair and released a loud sigh of relief. He had made it. Somehow he had made it out of that mess. He stretched his neck before standing up and exited the cockpit to check up on Beta. He found the boxy droid in the cargo hold. The droid had been knocked over at some point during the conflict, and wires and tubes laid out across his frame coming from an open wall panel, sparking and hissing. The droid's legs wobbled and his arms flailed. GNK-B8T melting! Melting! Oh, this is all your fault! The droid gonked out its words. Dejulues chuckled and knelt down beside the droid to help get the little guy out of the mess. GNK-B8T overheating! Oh! If GNK-B8T overheats and deactivates GNK-B8T will find a way to come back as an electric spirit and haunt Dejulues for the rest of his life! Oh, wouldn't want that, Dejulues laughed. I've already got too many annoying little gnats buzzing around me. Dejulues enjoying the thought of GNK-B8T deactivating permanently, no doubt! Dejulues smirked. Aw, c'mon... if I didn't have you, who would I have to argue with? he replied, pulling off some wires from the droid, brushing off a hose or two. Finally he helped the droid back up onto its feet. You wouldn't want my life to get boring, now would you? Adventure Time See more M orning. Bah. Ice King did not feel like waking up, not one bit. But of course it wasn't like he was actually sleeping, anyway... For at least an hour he had been simply laying in his bed, flat on his back, staring up at the silver-blue ice ceiling above him. He was bored, completely and utterly bored, but he also couldn't make up his mind as to what exactly he wanted to do. Clean the castle? Yeah right, that's what penguins were for. Maybe go hit his computer, surf the 'net a bit? Possibly. Play his drums? That didn't sound like much fun right now. Maybe go kidnap a princess? No, even that didn't sound like a very interesting idea. He sighed, groaned, kicked his feet a little. What was wrong with him? Wait. He didn't feel like kidnapping a princess? Was that even possible? There could be only once explanation he was sick. Yes, that had to be it! Ice King was sick. Terribly sick. Maybe even dying. That was it for sure! He groaned, hoping that the sound would alert Gunter, or perhaps one of his other penguin minions, to come to him... But there was no response. He groaned again, louder than before, and waited... Still no response. What did a sick handsome guy have to do to get some service around here? He tried again, groaning even louder than the second time, though now it was more of a scream than an actual groan. Well, whatever worked. It wasn't long before he could hear the pitter-patter of webbed feet against an icy floor, and Ice King settled himself back into bed as comfortable as he could, and made himself look as sick as he could, just before Gunter entered the room. Gunter squeaked as soon as he entered the room. Oohh... G-Gunter? Is that... is that you...? asked Ice King weakly, holding up a frail hand to beckon the penguin closer. Come closer... he coughed. Oooh, dear Gunter... Kind, loving Gunter... I... I'm dying... He coughed again, then again, though the small penguin didn't seem to be too interested in Ice King's little delusion. Can you... Get me some soup, dear Gunter? My one final... request... Gunter quacked something. Ice King shifted a little. Wha...? What was that...? Another weak cough. Gunter quacked a couple more times. I'm... not sick...? Ice King repeated Gunter's response. I'm not... sick...? Sick... Sick... Wait a minute! he shouted, shooting up from the bed. What do you mean I'm not sick and dying!? If I tell you that I'm sick than I'm sick! What, do you think you're some kind of doctor or something!? Gunter pulled out a small card that had a picture of him on it, a medical license, in fact. Oh. So he was a doctor. More or less. Where Gunter had pulled the card out from, considering that he had no pockets, wasn't something that Ice King even thought about. Ice King folded one arm over the other and uttered a disgusted harumph . Fine. If I'm not sick than what am I, mister super-genius-penguin-doctor-quack-face? The small black-and-white penguin didn't take but a moment to respond with a few quacks of various pitches. Ice King listened only half interestedly. I'm not sick, I'm 'board'? What do you mean I'm 'board'? Do I look like a piece of wood do you? Stupid penguin... Ice King muttered. Gunter squawked. Oh! I'm 'bored'! Well, why didn't you say so before? Of course I'm bored, there's nothing to do! Slowly he crawled out of bed and stood up straight, brushed himself off. And I feel perfectly fine I can't believe you thought that I was sick. Talk about jumping to conclusions. Yeesh! ---- After getting something to eat Ice King had made his way outside. It was a bright, lovely day out, with the sun shining warm beams of light down onto his pale blue face, a gentle breeze blowing through he icy valley before him. It made him glad that he wasn't made of ice himself or he would probably melt. If birds lived in the Ice Kingdom he was quite sure that they would be singing on this fine morning... And he was also quite sure that he would probably shoot a bolt of frozen lightning at such annoying pests. ZAP! Dressed in his finest-- or rather the same thing he always worse-- blue robes and his golden magical crown, Ice King took off into the air with a flap of his beard and soared like a bird through the sky. He rather enjoyed flying, it was such an exhilarating feeling to be able to fly through the air without a care in the world. Why, it felt like freedom, true freedom, even if he himself was far from free thanks to the power of the magic crown atop his head. He was well aware of that. It wasn't long before Ice King found himself heading toward Finn and Jake's house, the human boy and magical dog, and self-proclaimed adventurers. They had something of a lovehate relationship with him, though perhaps there was more hate than love emanating from Finn and Jake, but they just didn't realize how awesome he was. Ice King was quite sure that once they did realize how rad he really was that they would be beginning him to let them be his friends. As he neared the large tree house he caught sight of a young woman-- well, she appeared to be young, but she was in fact far from it-- entering the abode Marceline. The raven-haired was, to him, a rather strange being, and not just because she was a vampire who sucked the color red instead of blood. No, what was strange about her was the feeling he felt when he was around her, some kind of fondness and closeness, some kind of warmth, that he could no quite place and could not figure out. Why did she make him feel that way? What was the meaning behind it? Part of him felt as though there was something he should remember, something very, very important, but for the life of him he could not remember whatever that thing was. And perhaps even stranger yet, she actually liked being around him. Will wonders never cease? Ice King plopped himself down on top of a grassy hill that overlooked the tree house and fished out a pair of old binoculars had he acquired from... Well, it was probably best not to say exactly where he had found them. He brought the binoculars up to his sky blue eyes and peered through them, gazing upon the magnified view of the area in front of him. He laid down flat onto his stomach, then he made an audible vrrn! Vrrnn! sound as he adjusted the magnification of the binoculars as though they were some sort of digital electronic viewer. Sure enough Marceline had entered the homestead and he scanned the area with the binoculars for any sign of what exactly was going on in there. Soon enough he heard a loud boo! echo out from inside of the place. Marceline, Finn and Jake were probably having fun in there, and it seemed as though he wasn't invited to the party... again. And he didn't necessarily feel like crashing the party, either. Fine, I know when I'm not wanted, he mumbled to himself before stowing the binoculars and taking off into the air again I'm too smokin' amazin' to hang out with those dweebs, anyway. Yeah. Again he took off, this time heading back toward the Ice Kingdom, but he he decided to take a detour through the Fire Kingdom. He soared along the outskirts of the Fire Kingdom, the boarder between the grassy area near the tree house and the scorching peaks of the lands of fire. What would he do when he got back to the Ice Kingdom, he wondered. Perhaps he would go see what Gunter was up to-- after all, Gunter was a surprisingly interesting individual. Not as interesting as the Ice King, mind you, but interesting nonetheless. Guess I'll go see my little one, said Ice King, not even realizing that such a term was usually used for a parent referring to their child. My penguin. My one. My peng-one! He chuckled at his own cleverness. He would have to remember that one. As he flew along the border of the two lands the icy wizard spotted what looked to be a small bundle of flames in the shape of a home, and it wasn't difficult to figure out that this was probably the home of none other than the hot-headed Flame Princess. No, really, she was hot-heated, literally! He wasn't quite sure why, but he found himself making his way down toward her little inferno abode. Perhaps here he could find something interesting to do, or perhaps at least find someone of a moderately kindred spirit. He landed just a few feet in front of her home and got a mischievous little idea. He bundled up some sticks and stuffed them up the back of his robe to give it the basic shape of a backpack, then wound his white beard around his head and over the top, using a little saliva to twist up two ends in an effort make the beard resemble Finn's hat. With nothing else to wear he left his robes as they were. He then pressed his finger toward the space next to the door of the fire home, hoping that he would be able to find a doorbell, but instead found nothing but searing pain burning his finger. He quickly pulled it back with a cry of pain, blew on it, and instead tried something else. Ding... he paused, clearing his throat and trying to adjust the pitch to sound as close to Finn's voice as he could manage. Ding-dong! He waited there by the door and chuckled to himself again. Yes, this was going to be good. Really good. What a clever, clever man he was. He didn't even stop to think that Flame Princess might not actually even be home at all... Ouran Highschool Host Club See more I t was a cool, dark night... It was a night that would chill you to the bone a night that would set your every nerve on alert and make your senses tingle with fear, and with a howling wind that seemed like it would gobble up any blood-curdling scream of terror that might happen to escape from your bloodied lips as you writhed in agony and begged for your pathetic life after--- oh, wait, wrong story... It was a cool, dark night... He could see the darkness outside from the window just across the room that had its curtains pulled back and tied open. Beams of moonlight peeked through the window panes and made the glass edges of them shimmer. It might have been pretty, perhaps, if young Kenta of the Tachibana family had not something much more lovely to watch over. Kenta knelt by a sizable bed, his eyes scanning over the frame of a small, sleeping little girl, and his right hand absently, lightly sifting through her soft fern-colored hair not unlike the color of his own. Her skin was just a shade darker than his own and her eyes, when they were open, were of a bright blue color and much more lively than his own, so much so that they seemed to sparkle with childish joy, but despite the differences she looked remarkably like him. Perhaps that was no real surprise... Her name was Aimi, and she was the most beautiful, wonderful being he had ever known. Even through all of his trials and hardships, even after being cast out by his father and losing so much, at this moment in time as he watched over her none of that mattered-- none of it-- for she was, in fact, his daughter. Yes, young Kenta was a father, her father, and despite all that had happened he knew he would never change any of it given the chance. He had become a father at sixteen years of age, much to the disgust of his family, and was pushed out of the household entirely. He was eighteen now, still just a child himself, and little Aimi had only recently turned two. He enjoyed nothing more than watching the child sleep. No matter what was on his mind he always felt so soothed and relaxed whenever he watched her sleep, watched her little eyes close and her delicate body at rest, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the low sound of her breathing. Even the glittering window panes could not compare with young Aimi, not even close. Kenta let his hand lightly stroke against the young girl's exposed cheek and he could feel its warmth on the palm of his hand, on his fingertips, and a small smile curled her lips at his gentle, tickling touch. A lovely smile that set his heart aflutter every time he saw it-- and yet, though it was such a wonderful sight to behold, he felt guilty. Undeniably guilty. Tonight was Halloween night, a night for tricks and treats, and fun with friends and eating yourself sick on candy that you knew you shouldn't have but you gorged yourself on them anyway a night where any other child would be prancing about the neighborhood or, more likely, a shopping mall and collecting goodies... And yet here Aimi was, fast asleep, breathing lightly and peacefully. Any decent father would have brought their child out trick-or-treating but he was unable to do that after having to work just a couple hours before to support the two of them, and by the time he had returned to the dormitory she was already asleep. Aimi was his joy, his world, but he hadn't even been able to do this one simple thing for her. He felt guilty for not being able to take her out for her first real Halloween-- at least the first one that she would have been able to remember. So very, very guilty... There was a light knock on the bedroom door and Kenta turned to face it. Standing in the open doorway was a woman, perhaps in her forties, dressed in a black and white maid outfit. The woman worked at the dormitory but she also had volunteered to look after Aimi whenever she could, for which Kenta was quite thankful for. He trusted this woman, and he could find no reason not to do so, and she was, in fact, one of the few people on the campus who knew about his child. In fact, besides her the only other person who knew the fact that he was a father was Yuu, Shoichi Yuu, the current leader of a club that Kenta was a member of a male host club of Ouran high school. It wasn't exactly a glamorous role to play, or club to be in, but it was usually amusing... for the most part. Kenta couldn't help but be thankful that she asked for no payment in return for her babysitting services. While his father paid for his schooling at Ouran and his stay in the dormitory, and only to get Kenta as far away from his father's political life as possible, he paid for nothing else. Master Tachibana, the woman called to him. He hated when she called him that but try as he might he could not get her to break that habit. After all, she had been trained to address the fellow male students at the dormitory as master just as any proper maid. You're late for your club event. Kenta glanced up toward a nearby clock. 745, she was right, he should have been there twenty minutes ago! Where had the time gone? I'll stay here with mistress Aimi, the woman told him and then added simply, Go on. Thank you, was all he could manage to tell her before leaning in to give a light kiss to the top of Aimi's head and then he slipped past the maid and made his way quickly down the hallway. He was dressed in his usual casual attire what he often wore when not in his school uniform, save for the black top, but he grabbed it and slipped it on as he exited through the door of his dormitory room and entered into the main hallway. He made his way down the hallway, took a left at the corner, and soon he found the main entrance of the dormitory building and stepped out into the cool night air. He shivered a little as the chilly breeze caressed his warmed skin, but he spent little time letting the coolness come to him before he darted off in a mad dash toward the location of the club's Halloween event. ----------------- The main doors opened with a creak that sounded all too fitting for a Halloween event and Kenta slipped in the doors closed behind him with an echoing thud that made him jump. Perhaps it was just him but everything seemed a little eerier on All Hollows' Eve. After making his way up the grand staircase before him he found his way to where the party was being held and made his way inside. There were already quite a few people there, much to his surprise, and even some of the other hosts where there, some mingling with the party guests, others perhaps getting things ready. He wondered briefly if he should let anyone know about his arrival but instead the strong-and-silent Kenta weaved his way through the background with nary a greeting toward him and he slipped into the kitchen where he, playing the role of the chef, would spend some of his time. His costume was laying across a counter nearby and as he stepped over to and then picked up to inspect the clich chef's attire he wondered how exactly he had been talked into this. He was all for cosplay-- and in fact he rather enjoyed it, did it whenever he could-- but this chef attire was something else entirely. But there was no use in complaining about it now. Soon enough Kenta had dressed himself in the outfit consisting of light gray slacks, black loafers, a black-and-white checkered button-up shirt, and a stark white apron with a bright red sash around the midsection, and a clean white hat. He tucked a golden locket down the collar of his shirt to hide it-- a locket that hung from a golden chain around his neck, and which contained a picture of Aimi and her young mother-- and then looked at his reflection off a hanging pot and felt like a fool wearing the dorky, poofy mushroom-shaped white hat. Did whoever put this costume together really have to include the hat? Seriously? They owed him for this one. Big time. And done. Whew! Maybe I got a little carried away...