The Bar's sense of humor is infamous.

[mogget_cat]

Oh. It's Halloween again.

That was Yrael's first thought after walking in from outside to find himself... transformed. His white clothes had been replaced by far too much black leather. Far too much. His short white hair had been replaced by long, somewhat physics-defying silver-white hair, flowing in an unfelt breeze.

The book on earth politics that had been in his hand, had replaced by an equally-if-not-more-physics-defying-than-his-hair katana, which made getting the rest of the way through the door rather difficult.

His second thought goes like this:

...I don't even know Latin.

Because that's when he notices the music that followed him in.

Sigh.

Someone needs a hug from his Mother needs a drink. Yrael may start looking for a waitrat to poke with his too-long katana.

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[killitwithfire]

Axel's by the fire, relatively unchanged - except for his hair, of course, which instead of resembling an angry chocobo, hangs around his shoulders, braided an beaded, exactly like Spoon's.

[mogget_cat]

Sephyrael is heading his way, looking for a place to wait out the holiday.

"Evening, Axel," he says, flopping awkwardly down on the couch beside him. Damn sword.

[killitwithfire]

"...Yrael. Interesting costume," Axel replies. With a grin.

Hey, he got of light.

(Just keeeep telling yourself that, Axel.)

[mogget_cat]

"Tell me about it. Nearly fell over, trying to get this thing in the doorway, and now I'm being haunted by music."

"What about you? Those're new." Black-gloved finger through the braids.

Schwing!

[killitwithfire]

"Yeah." He gives his head a shake; the extra weight of the beads is disconcerting to say the least, though he likes the way the firelight reflects off the gold.

"Halloween," he says with a shrug.

[mogget_cat]

"Not much one can do but wait it out, or leave. And other than the boots and the sword, I'm not much bothered by my costume. Not enough to leave on account of it."

The eyes are the same, if the hair is a bit different. And the boots are nice boots. Yrael would surely agree, if he liked wearing anything on his feet.

[killitwithfire]

Axel twirls one of the braids around a finger, and tips the beads at the end to catch the light.

"I could be worse."

[mogget_cat]

"This is... about as bad as it's been, really. My first year here, I was simply a black cat," Yrael says, poking a passing waitrat lightly with the tip of his sword.

"Atlantean, if you will, Ivanhoe."

[killitwithfire]

"Pepper tea for me," Axel adds. "Nothing really interesting for me this year," he continues. "You know, I wonder why Bar puts us in the costumes she does, though."

[dontloselight.livejournal.com]

It's the music that alerts him.

Of course, being a little more than half the size he used to be, Cloud is in no fit state to be doing any defeating of any sort.

Plus, his blocky limbs move strangely.

"Hey!" he shouts, his voice sounding strangely higher in pitch than usual, "You."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael looks over and... down at the pint-sized Cloud.

And laughs.

And only half because he just realized who he must look like.

[dontloselight.livejournal.com]

Of all the times to face his Darkness, this really is the worst.

And that laugh. It grates on his nerves.

He pulls his sword out, but it only vaguely resembles his (mostly in size) and narrows his eyes. Sort of.

[mogget_cat]

His shoulders shake with laughter*, Yrael holding out his hands in a Please stop, let me catch my breath from laughing so hard gesture.

Then, suddenly, his laughter has stopped, the black-caped man shaking his head in amusement.

"Oh Cloud, don't be such a fool."

*As shown about 25 seconds in. :D

[dontloselight.livejournal.com]

"I am no fool," he responds, because the resemblance is so exact, the anger bubbling within him blinds whatever rationality he might have once had.

He cannot let him get away this time! No matter what size he is!

[mogget_cat]

"Could have fooled me," Yrael says, still amused. "You're still not seeing what should be obvious to you by now."

[dontloselight.livejournal.com]

"And what's that?"

If pixelly-looks could kill ...

[mogget_cat]

Pixelly-looks can't kill.

Pixelly-hair, however...

One bets they could cut through that main hairspike and count the rings to see how old Cloud is.

"That your obsession blinds you to reality. It's making you its fool."

[ostro_goth]

There is a scowling stranger with a very ugly, drooping moustache by the fireplace, looking up at the music.

He is wearing something that can only be described as flimsy polyester stage armour, and has a small kitten on his arm.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael eyes the scowling be-moustached stranger in his... strange clothes.

"... Either there will soon be a lethally furious Goth in here, hunting he who has taken his kitten, in which case I recommend you leave the kitten here and flee for your life, or Halloween has befallen him as it has myself, and I am wasting my breath."

[ostro_goth]

The stranger is mostly white and pale, and recognises the kitten, so --

"Yrael?"

Pause.

"That is a somewhat oversized sword; it would be as unhandy as my non-armour would be useless."

[mogget_cat]

"It's useful for getting a waitrat's attention without having to get up, at least," he says, day, as he takes a seat beside his friend. "It's very well-balanced, from what little I know of swords, but I do not see how it can be."

The hilt is offered to Teja. A little awkwardly, because Yrael is not used to having to maneuver something so long and sharp.

[ostro_goth]

"It is a katana," Teja says, taking it, "as made by the master smiths of Japan; but master Muramasa, for one, would hardly make anything that useless long."

Pause.

"Can you take the kitten while I look at this? I would not wish for him to touch it, and hurt himself."

[mogget_cat]

"Sure," he says, taking the grey Count from the Black Count and giving him gentle scritches.

Yrael would take off his gloves to do this, if he thought he could find the ends of his gloves. Or if he had a hope of getting them off. They seem to go up his arms under the skin-tight leather of his lengthy coat.

[ostro_goth]

The kitten knows Yrael even with the gloves, relaxes in his hands, and purrs, looking up at the pale face with sweet baby-blue eyes.

Teja, in the meanwhile, examines the sword, thoroughly, the entire length of it.

[mogget_cat]

Hello, little Count, Yrael says in Feline, smiling down at him as he rubs the little kitten's shoulders.