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...No, I don't think so.

[she puts a hand on her chin, then shrugs.]

Let's try with a small amount first?

Yeah...yeah, we could try that. [He whistles sharply between his teeth.] Eleanor!

[SUMMON THE WARG]

[she grimaces at the sharp whistle, immediately pushing her pumpkin aside to hop up onto the table. at least it's big and thick enough to take amara's weight...]

I do not want to receive her review if she doesn't like it, thank you.

I haven't found her to be all that picky. Not like the orcs were feeding her gourmet meals, I'm sure.

[He figures a lot of the ease he's had with training her was down to the way things worked in the orc camps? Not to be a downer, but he doubts they reacted to misbehaving Warg puppies particularly kindly.

Eleanor comes clacking in, and pretty eagerly devours the spoonful of pumpkin guts Michael offers her. It's not very much for such a big animal - but then, that's the point.]

I know dogs eat most things anyway.

[amara keeps an eye on the warg, bristling lightly.]

Give it to her, then. I want to put these out.

Yeah.

[He lets Eleanor snarf the pumpkin off, and then turns to reach for the candles to stick in his own pumpkin.]

Oh, this is fun! Real human holiday practices!

[she can't help but smile a little at his joy. it's nice, for a change.]

Right? I wonder what other holidays this planet has... maybe Mercenary Day!

Oooh! Like Secretary's Day, but instead of coffee mugs and flowers, we get you coffee mugs and weapons!

[coffee mugs are an appropriate gift for everybody, probably]

Coffee mugs are weapons. [she says with a smirk. which is-- it's a little difficult to look smug when you're on a table hiding from a big fluffy warg. who could rip your arms off for fun.] Can-- is it safe to get down? She won't try to eat me?

Oh - yeah, yeah, of course!

[Michael waves her down, totally casual.]

It actually wasn't that hard to train her, when we got right down to it. Orc military discipline, or something.

[trusting him, she hops down.]

It's too bad those orcs only wanted to kill us all. There's a sleeper orc here and he's perfectly friendly. Great in a fight, too.

[because of course amara immediately wanted to fight him. she picks up her own pumpkin.]

Let's put these up on the wall, so she can't get to them.

Oh, yeah, I've talked to that guy. He's green, though?

[The invader orcs sure weren't. Michael thinks there's probably different kinds, and also the invaders were made up by a human anyway.]

I thought you put them outside, so people could see?

Yeah, that's the one.

[she's curious about the colour differences, but hasn't asked. amara figures it's just the same as human skin colour differences, right? nothing to do with drinking demon blood!]

The wall outside, yes! [she points out the kitchen window.] Though hammering them onto the wall indoors is quite avant garde... no, let's do it normally. It's both our first times for this holiday, right?

Yep! It's popular in theory, in the Bad Place, but just because it's the scary one. We don't celebrate it.

[Let's go outside, then!]

Seems kinda redundant to assume demons celebrate their own spookiness.

[...so says the woman with an ego to rival a planet.

literally. marvel's ego has nothing on her.]

Your spider-dog's lookin' pretty neat. I kinda wanna see one in person, then fight it.

They're big! You'd have a good time!

[wistful sigh...] Maybe one day.

[she pushes the front door open with her butt, sauntering down the pathway. amara stops when she gets to the end and turns to michael.]

You want first pick of location?

I'm sure one of these days, monsters from all our individual universes will start raining from the sky or something. Why not, at this point?

[He sounds good-humored about it, though......yeah.

ANYWAY, he wants his on the front step! Actually...he's gonna try to sort of wedge it up on the rail, so people can see it from farther off. Once he's sure it's stable, he steps back down to look at it.]

Ah! That's nice!

Oh, man. I'd pay to see you wrassle a Rakk Hive into submission.

[given what she's seen of michael's strength - she has no idea the upper limit - but who's to say he couldn't deck a warehouse-sized hellish elephant creature?

amara tosses him the lighter from her pocket as she looks around for a place for her own... decides the other side of the rail! the wall was a bum shot, but who cares?]

...I think this is it for this part. I don't remember the important candy date.

The end of the month, I think? You think kids around here even do it? It seems a little dangerous...

[Granted, most things are and kids still wander around anyway, but going out at night in the middle of what's apparently the most dangerous time in Deerington just to try and bum some free candy...seems egregious! Michael flicks the lighter and lights the candle in his pumpkin, then backs a few paces up into the yard to check out the view.]

I mean, we could buy a bag of candy anyway, just eat it ourselves if nothing happens.

Only one way to find out, I guess.

[she's into getting a bunch of candy. wouldn't mind sharing it with the wastes, either. she takes the lighter back and lights her own pumpkin, watching the flame come to life. her artwork isn't anywhere near as good as michael's but shes' not bothered.

amara'd look over at what michael's doing, but she's preoccupied. a ghostly image of a woman has appeared over her own.]

...Hm.

...is that supposed to happen?

[Michael's own pumpkin has created the ghostly image of a woman as well! He feels like that's not supposed to happen.]

I have no idea. [amara reaches out, her fingertips hovering over the siren tattoos on maya's arm that match her own.] But I'm not surprised.

[she glances over to janet.]

Friend of yours?

Oh - [He turns from his inspection of the phantom.] - oh, yes! This is Janet.

[Janet waves!]

She's a Janet, sort of an artificial assistant for the afterlife. I've known her a good three hundred years or so.

Hey, Janet. [amara waves back, because she is polite. maya waves too, though she seems quite confused about the whole situation. amara seems to be pointedly avoiding her line of sight.] An AI that's actually useful? Incredible.

[a beat, then:] Unless she's going to haunt us. Then I don't care for it. Be cool, Janet.

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