5th trap ♪

[lucky_breath]

[The camera swivels wildly for a moment before it settles on Aht. She grins, then turns the camera to show a pumpkin carved into the likeness of a stranger]

Look! Mister Deior did invite Stocke!

[Not quite what she had in mind. But it'll do. She sets the journal down and crosses in front of the camera to take the pumpkin from its stake. And the moment she does, the pumpkin comes to life and promptly does a rather dramatic death in her hands. Aht is subsequently covered in the pumpkin's pulp. Not to mention the surrounding pumpkins have started whispering mean things. But they are ignored. Aht has sanked to her knees in view of the camera and is staring at the husk in her hands with watery eyes.]

S-Stocke?

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[missmimmi]

[Awh shit.]

Aht? Aht, liebling, come away.

[lucky_breath]

[She shakes her head and hugs the pumpkin close.]

Did I do something wrong?

[missmimmi]

No, no, no, it is not you. You have done nothing wrong. It is [the Captain] Lord Deior. It is a joke of bad taste.

Please put the pumpkin down. It is not your friend.

[lucky_breath]

But

[...Aht throws it away from her just as Mimmi says and sobs.]

[missmimmi]

Where are you, liebling?

[lucky_breath]

[She's not composed enough to answer. But the video is still playing and it looks like the orchard is in the background.]

[missmimmi]

[Ah yes, the orchard. She hates the orchard now.

But Mimmi walks quickly, since she wasn't in the barracks anyway, and arrives in due time.]

Aht?

[lucky_breath]

[Here she is, Mimmi. Aht has her knees drawn up and she's crying. Poor dear. 8(]

[missmimmi]

[A-aaawh bb ;A;

Mimmi crouches down next to her and pulls Aht into her arms and just hugs her.]

It is okay now. Do not cry.

[lucky_breath]

[Mimmi, the minute you hug her, she grips her shirt and buries her face in her neck.]

I-I'm sorry.

[missmimmi]

What are you sorry for? You have no reason to be sorry.

[Mimmi pets her hair and cradles her close all the while avoiding her horns ffft.]

[lucky_breath]

I broke it.

[missmimmi]

You did not break it. Do not worry.

[Stupid Deior and his pumpkins.]

It happened to everyone.

[Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Oh that's just not fair.]

Aht, I'm coming sweetheart. It's going to be okay.

[lucky_breath]

[Please hurry, Kevas. Because she's starting to sob now.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[And off he goes, looking for the sobbing pumpkin covered mess that is his child thing.

Once he finally finds her he's wrapping those big arms around her and holding her close.]

[lucky_breath]

[Dad-thing! When he holds her, she wraps her arms around his neck and does not even care that she is getting pumpkin all over him.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Nor does he. He gives her a small squeeze in his arms and begins to stroke her hair.]

Dat ain't be joor friend Aht. We'll find joor friend. Remembuh? I promised joo dat didn't I?

[lucky_breath]

[She nods. No this isn't Stocke. Not the real Stocke and a part of her knows it. I mean come on, it's a pumpkin. But then, she really misses him...and just wanted to see him again...]

Why are they saying mean things to me?

[She peels herself away from Kevas just enough to look at the other pumpkins with her friends' faces. None of these pumpkins are her friends. They wouldn't say these things to her. Well maybe Hugo would. But not Eruca or Raynie and definitely not Uncle Vanoss.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Cuz whatevah it be just be tryin' to hurt joo, but joo be strongah den dat. Dese t'ings, dey ain't be real and whatevah dey be tellin' joo ain't be true.

[Many times has something played with his head and nearly broke him. He won't see Aht go through the same thing he has.]

[lucky_breath]

[Aht looks up at Kevas. He wouldn't lie to her, right? Of course he wouldn't. He's been there this whole time for her. And he's here now. So of course she could trust him. And she did.]

Then...it's okay if I break them, right?

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Kevas gives her a smile and a nod. It will be mor helpful to her than just sitting around listening to whatever they're saying.]

Go fuh it girliemon.

[lucky_breath]

[Hope you're not expecting her to just throw them on the ground. Oh no. If she's gonna smash pumpkins. She's gonna do it with style.

She gives Kevas a quick squeeze, before stepping out of his embrace. Better give her a wide berth, Kev. Her arms disappear under her cloak and pulls out a HUGE ASS FLAIL. Where does she keep it? I have no idea. But she's wielding it without much trouble.

Hugo, you're first.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Alright that's not what he was expecting her to do, but whatever works works. He still can't help but wonder how she holds that thing...or where she keeps it. Maybe he's better off not knowing.

He stands back and watches her with a small smirk as she goes to town on the pumpkins.]

[needsnobottle]

Yeah.

Apparently that's what happens.

[lucky_breath]

But why?

[That's not helping!]

[needsnobottle]

Hell if I know.

Probably some sickos idea of a joke.

Ha. Ha.

[lucky_breath]

What does that mean?

[needsnobottle]

Uh.

Which part?

[lucky_breath]

Why is it a joke?

[needsnobottle]

Oh.

That was just a guess. Some people would find terrifying a group of people to be hilarious. Maybe that's how the people that run this place get their giggles.