Tur tossed Harry his switchblade. "Go crazy, mellon nin. I'm Turwaithion, of Herenya's Line." he said, nodding.

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Harry caught the blade, but only after it hit his duster, though the coat's magical enchantments keeping it from scoring the leather. "Uh, thanks Tur. I can call you that, can't I? I'm Harry, if you didn't hear."

"Yeah, I'm more of a blow stuff up kinda guy. So if you need something exploded in a hurry come find me. Or if you want me to investigate something, I do that too." He bent over and began to carve something into the face of one of the pumpkins.

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Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
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Blushing slightly, Aria nodded in assent. "I've been immersed in music since I was four years old... it's been a huge part of my life. There is so much to learn in the realm of music! My concerts are still small and obscure, it's hard to receive any recognition unless one has a nice title from 'Julliard' to stand behind, but still..." she smiled. "Someday, yes?"

Suddenly she was distracted by marshmellows and chocolate squares... "Smoes!" she exclaimed in delight, and then laughed, realizing probably no one else would get the reference to the popular cartoon. Well, perhaps Tar, if she overheard.

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Lady Death took a marshmallow and began to roast it over the growing bonfire. Kit's talk of mysteriously dark figures walking around at night was making her nervous and she couldn't help doing a double-take at the patch of trees at the edge of the garden.

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Lady Death swallowed hard, and nodded, although she was little comforted. Death may not be her own enemy, but it was for many other people there and it was them that she was worried about.

[I have gotten myself into a pickle, haven't I? I suppose being Lady Death means I can't die, does it? That's slightly disappointing... ]

Harry finished carving his pumpkin with little difficulty, mainly because it was a design that he had carved before, except that time it was in the handle of his staff, not in the flesh of a pumpkin. The end result was the same, for once he invested a tiny portion of his will into the arcane symbol it began to glow a vibrant scarlet, though it created little ambient light. "Can't say that I expected that to work as well as it did."

He turned to the woman who had given the pumpkin and mentions something or other about a mystery man. "So, what was it you said about this mystery man-shadow-thing, Miss........? I guess I don't know your name."

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Kit tried to spear a marshmallow on a stick to roast but her giant layers prevented her from bringing her arms so close. "..... Bloody...." She dropped her marshmallow on the ground.


[[I wouldn't worry about it, Lady Death. We'll put special circumstances on here should we like you to die--- and Lord Death because we wouldn't be safe if you died and he didn't.]]

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Galatea picked out a pumpkin and a knife and carefully cut open the top, following the others' examples. She hadn't ever done any carving of her own, but it was turning out to be interesting. After a moment of thought, she started cutting into the skin- a picture of a small house set on cliffs above an ocean. It took some time, but she finally had it satisfactory. Some of the lines were a bit wavery and uneven, but she smiled and set it next to the others.

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"You know," Aria said to no one in particular, "I got in a debate the other day over what exactly are marshmellows made out of. Someone told me egg whites. I've also heard cow fat... erg." She wrinkled her nose in distaste, and looked at the fluffy thing thoughtfully. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter anyhow."

All the comments about strange personages had left her slightly disconcerted, but she pushed these thoughts from her mind, and enjoyed the evening.

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