- Jun 18, 2015
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<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/BbxEgns.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">In his home, Halloween had not been a thing. Instead, there had been All Soul's day. For all it's similar connection to the dead, there were no garish costumes or pumpkins on every street corner. The whole atmosphere could not have been more different. This was not solemn. This was festive. This was happy.
But the most jarring thing for him was the people in costumes, and the lack of costumes. He'd seen several people go by with costumes that could not possibly have been replicated normally. People who were transparent. People with moving, whirling tendrils that were entirely under their control. Most of the people around him weren't human at all, and their costumes were only half costumes at the best of times.
He weaved through the crowd, trying not to gawk too openly. His costume seemed suddenly bland and uninteresting. He was a pirate - a shabby pirate, with a shabby pirate hat and a loose shirt. The shorts left him feeling a bit cold, and the eyepatch left him feeling half blind. For once, his missing arm was actually visible, the arm of his shirt tied off not far below the shoulder. He thought it added to the outfit, but it was only making him more self aware, surrounded by things that somehow managed to pass for human in the daylight.
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But the most jarring thing for him was the people in costumes, and the lack of costumes. He'd seen several people go by with costumes that could not possibly have been replicated normally. People who were transparent. People with moving, whirling tendrils that were entirely under their control. Most of the people around him weren't human at all, and their costumes were only half costumes at the best of times.
He weaved through the crowd, trying not to gawk too openly. His costume seemed suddenly bland and uninteresting. He was a pirate - a shabby pirate, with a shabby pirate hat and a loose shirt. The shorts left him feeling a bit cold, and the eyepatch left him feeling half blind. For once, his missing arm was actually visible, the arm of his shirt tied off not far below the shoulder. He thought it added to the outfit, but it was only making him more self aware, surrounded by things that somehow managed to pass for human in the daylight.
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