33 Apocalypse Ave, Tuesday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

For Anders the little demon, Halloween was a day full of his usual mischief. Sprinkling a little itching powder in some underwear drawers, sneaking into a few houses to turn the thermostat three degrees too hot, and -- just to cap off the day -- blowing on some mainland traffic lights to turn them red at inconvenient times.

He was still chuckling over the last one as he let himself into the house and sat down on the couch, tail extended along the cushions. He needed to take a TV break before it was time for trick-or-treating and some real fun.

[OOC: Open post.]

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[spin_kick_snap]

"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" Kathy asked, puzzled. Demons were okay! Sure, sometimes they could be mean and kind of bratty--like Anders' teasing downstairs with the remote--but they were okay. In fact, some of the people she loved best in the world were demons! Again, like Anders. And Dante himself.

[rebelseekspizza]

"...Because they're mean-ass demons killing people, who want to kill us?" Dante asked.

[spin_kick_snap]

That didn't make sense. Well, the mean-ass killing people part did. That was just part of being a demon. But why would they try to kill them?

There was a long silence as Kathy followed that logic to its end and then formulated her best argument. A very long silence. Death and undeath had not been particularly kind to her reasoning skills. "Weeee....noooooot...peeeeeeeeople."

[rebelseekspizza]

Long pause.

"Yeah, we are, Kathy," Dante said slowly. "We're people."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Mooooonsters," she corrected with a bright smile.

[rebelseekspizza]

"People," Dante said sharply.

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy looked confused again and clacked her teeth at him in a reminder. "Deeeeeeemon," she said, pointing at him. "Deeeeemon," she repeated, pointing downstairs where Anders was still presumably watching TV. "Zooooombiiiiie."

And Raven was a seamonster, and Eliot a werewolf, and Parker was a ghost...

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante stared at her for a moment.

Then he put down the book, shoved his chair aside, opened the door and stepped out into the hall.

Closed the door behind him and took the key, though.

[spin_kick_snap]

With a noise that was more like a wail than a moan, Kathy slowly hoisted herself off the bed and shambled to the door, every motion like moving underwater. Once she got there, she didn't even try the knob--far too complicated. Instead she just began banging on her door, calling out to Dante. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--?" she groaned. "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"

Well, we knew how Kathy would be entertaining herself for the next few hours.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante locked the door with a quick twist of the key.

"People," he snapped.

Then he walked away to find a bottle of vodka somewhere. He wasn't putting up with this shit.