So I swung by the local library to do some homework and was greeter by a flood of children in Halloween costumes. Now this would be cute enough BUT they were all referring to eachother (even siblings) by the characters they were dressed as. So ended up helping a small Luigi find his older Mario, and trying not to die when a little girl dressed as Optimus Prime told her older brother (who was obviously Bumblebee) that “Your Prime needs you to carry her!” And climbed up on to his back. I have seen a child dressed as the Goblin King answering only to “Your majesty”. I can’t handle the imaginations of kids it’s too much.
Wilson’s sitting beside a campfire, a pile of logs sitting beside him, a flowercrown on his head- hey, it makes him feel better- and an axe in-hand. He stares at the flickering flames, hunched over and sighing. It’s been a long two days since he arrived here, and he’s tired. But he doesn’t dare sleep, not yet. Not until he knows what he has to deal with. He takes no notice of someone approaching just yet.
Logan groaned. Great, a big hunt and seemed that some pesky teens, or people who at least looked like teens, were running around being little dipshits like most teens were. The hunter held his sawed off shotgun close as he concealed himself in the darkness, waiting until one of the women of the group, maybe blonde, although it was hard to tell, passed by. Moving from his hiding spot he grabbed the stranger by the upper arm, keeping her still.
He hissed in a low, threatening tone.
“I don’t know why exactly you and your friends are here, but you all need to fuck off, okay? I dunno if you knew this or not, but it’s not safe around here. With the blonde hair though I doubt it would’ve mattered either way if you knew or not.”
He scoffed then, releasing the stranger.
Virus just stared at the other, not exactly sure what they were doing but never the less Virus was captivated. Blinking a few times, his eyes were trained on what they were doing, not caring if he was invading personal space or not.
Francine was walking through Diagon alley getting ready for the next school year. she looked at her list of items and sighed wondering how she could get all of the items she needed. “maybe instead of a new robe i can patch my old one that will save me quite a bit… and if i get old items that also will save me money…” she mumbled not paying attention till she bumped into someone “oh! I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention, my bad!”
A sneer made it’s way onto Logan’s face as he stared down at the puny redhead, who was staring back up at him. The awkward silence was short lived, as the hunter soon killed it by taking a puff of his cigar, and blowing the smoke away.
“Look, kid. Just get out of my way, aight? I’m looking for something and you’re not exactly making my job real fuckin easy”
He huffed, placing a hand sternly on his hip, as if to offer the runt a choice. Leave, or face the big angry muscular man