Errand Group Four: Tricks, Tales and Treats PV | Group

Aodhan hadn't expected his father to come through this year with a costume, mainly due to the large distance now between them, but he had been pleasantly surprised.

The boy was clad in the gifted outfit, able to feel how snug it was against his small frame. Of course, it sported nothing less than near perfect proportions, considering the creator's irritating need for "perfection"... whatever that looked like in the man's eyes. His father was never satisfied no matter the ending result. Still, Aodhan would never openly complain, not when it worked for his own benefit. Such was the perk of having a fashion designer parent.

Unfortunately, there were other parts of the attire the boy had to brainstorm on his own. It was evident in the numerous flaws of his paper swords, with their coloring done in a messy and childish way, as if made with little understanding of what "staying in the lines" meant. The sight under his mask was somehow even worse, and he wasn't eager at the prospect of having to remove it eventually.

Then again, was there much else he could do with plain skin and colored markers? His pocket change was pathetic to say the least. There was no feasible way of getting anything more sophisticated, and whatever was done would just have to do. Besides, surely there was pride to found in a homemade Halloween costume. It showed off creativity, originality, the confidence to share one's talents with the world! And the young wizard made sure to carry nothing but confidence as he stood among his peers by the fire.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Or gentlethem, I dunno, up to you really. But anyway, feast your eyes!" he announced, using a volume not at all matching his tiny stature. The youth was quick to grab roughly three marshmallows before he started to juggle them, displaying an impressive amount of dexterity. He even tried going in reverse just to show off.

"So, Halloween! Spooky, scary season, right? Plenty of stories get told to try and really freak people out, but normally, that's pure crap," he drawled on like he was some kind of talk show host, and perhaps at that moment, he truly imagined himself as one, "... Pure crap for the people who also like pretending aliens aren't real! So absolute friggin' losers. Don't be like that. But if you are, don't worry! I can tell you all about my astral projection experience to a post-apocalyptic dimension, and the everlasting horrors existing there. No doubt in my mind that will convince you of this stuff."

His brain was operating at high speeds, as per usual, already bouncing from one nonsensical idea to the next. A line was getting drawn between them all, creating the outlines of fantastical stories he could share with the group. Would they make sense, however? Definitely not, but he was (unreasonably) confident in his ability of convincing the audience otherwise.

Yes, his audience in which... hang on, he could actually recognize a few of them. Under normal circumstances, this would not matter much. He'd be rather excited about the newfound knowledge, actually, if not for at least one of these faces terrifying him, and the other an enigma of sorts. At least one of his dormmates was present; he had no issue with that Eric (?) person at all, regardless of their practiced silence.

Still, what a tough crowd this was turning out to be. But it wasn't as if Aodhan ever would run from the challenge. Maybe he could even work a laugh out of Waffles, which... that sounded like a miracle would need to happen. And in that case, he'd just have to create the miracle himself.