10-26-2018, 11:28 AM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Charmonman|K2D" rel="stylesheet"><style> #reveldore{ width:600px; border:1px solid #000000; box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000000;} #reveldoreimg{ position:relative; z-index:0;} #reveldorecont{ width:600px; position:relative; z-index:1; margin-top:-130px; background:-webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(183,188,181,0), rgba(183,188,181,1)120px); background:-o-linear-gradient(bottom, rgba(183,188,181,0), rgba(183,188,181,1)120px); background:-moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(183,188,181,0), rgba(183,188,181,1)120px); background:-linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(183,188,181,0), rgba(183,188,181,1)120px); background:-ms-linear-gradient(top, rgba(183,188,181,0), rgba(183,188,181,1)120px); padding-bottom:1px; padding-top:80px;} #reveldoretext{ width:500px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; border-left:1px solid #000000; border-right:1px solid #000000; color:#3F4239; font-size:12px; font-family: 'K2D', sans-serif;} #reveldorename{ color:#F7F0E5; font-size:50px; font-family: 'Charmonman', cursive; margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px;} #reveldorequote{ color:#F7F0E5; font-size:20px; font-family: 'Charmonman', cursive; line-height:18px;}</style><center><div id="reveldore"><div id="reveldoreimg"><img src="https://i.postimg.cc/jdchF52B/Revel.jpg"/></div><div id="reveldorecont"><p id="reveldorequote">"One can never have enough socks" - Dumbledore<br>"Unless one is a horse." - Revel</p><p id="reveldoretext" align="justify">His breathing is harsh and ragged as his wide and wild eyes jump from pumpkin to pumpkin, wondering which one would have the pleasure of killing him. He doesn’t hold a lot of faith that Jack would actually be inspired by his bumbling speech. Really, he should just resign himself to endless dying. But he can’t. Just can’t! It’s too horrible to even contemplate.
When the flames abruptly flicker out in all of the pumpkins but two, Revel stills. His breath freezes in his lungs as his gaze fixes on the odd pair. Linda with her long, black wig and another grinning clone. Revel follows the movement of the copy with wary eyes as he raises his arm and slices his knife right through Linda, sending her tumbling. The orange and blue stallion yelps at her abrupt death, nearly leaping from his skin as he skitters backwards.
And then, without further ado, the Jack possessed pumpkin is striding swiftly towards him. Panicking, Revel cringes backwards, squeezing his eyes shut as that vicious-looking knife arches towards him (isn’t it odd how suddenly everything looks more sinister when you’re about to die?). To say he is surprised when the blade doesn’t suddenly plunge into an eye socket would be an understatement. Doubly so when the tip instead pokes him almost gently on the chin. At the stinging touch, his eyes pop open as he holds every muscle rigid, bracing for the worst.
Instead of driving the knife deeper however, Jack wets his spindly fingers with droplets of blood the point had drawn from Revel’s skin and smears it across his forehead. Holding his head high (well, who wouldn’t with a knife under their chin?), he blinks several times before focusing on the clone. Before focusing on the words he is now uttering.
<i>I suppose you’ve made your case and so I choose to end my chase. Make your wish but make it quick, your face is going to make me sick.</i>
Well. He’d be lying if he said Jack was the first creature whom Revel’s face made sick, but that’s neither here nor there (apparently he has a habit of getting on nerves? Who knew!). Besides, now is neither the time nor place to get sassy. He’d just been granted a miracle. And just like he doesn’t waste good suggestions, neither does he waste good miracles.
Gingerly withdrawing his chin from the wicked knife, he eyes Jack warily as he shrinks back to put a little space between them. It’s fabulous that the mischievous spirit had changed his mind, but really, how much trust can he actually afford here? And, well, clumsy and incompetent Revel might be, but he’s no fool. Mostly.
<b>“Erm, well,”</b> he begins hesitantly, brown eyes wavering slightly, <b>“Just, uh, letting me go home would be cool. Alive, y’know. And, maybe whole?”</b> He clears his throat then, straightening. Gaining confidence in his wish. <b>“That’s really all, I think. Life is cool. Great, really. Just wanna keep living.”</b>
He tilts his head then, gaze shifting to peer into the distance. The world had always been his home, and there is so much he hasn’t seen yet. So much he still wants to see. And he’s such a sucker for the fun and quirky too.
Suddenly, a thought brightens his features. Shifting his eyes back to the spirit, his more customary humor once again settling onto his features, he offers him a slight grin. <b>“And, uh, it really wouldn’t go amiss if you wanted to throw in a cloak? Make this Dumbledore complete?”</b>
His grin broadens then. <b>“‘Cause, y’know,”</b> he continues with a faint shrug before allowing the sentence to trail off. Because Jack probably did know (kindred spirits and all). And hopefully Jack wouldn’t begrudge him a cloak. It would be a rather sad(ly accurate) statement of Revel’s life if he were slain over a costume accessory.</p><p id="reveldorename">Revel</p></div></div></center>
When the flames abruptly flicker out in all of the pumpkins but two, Revel stills. His breath freezes in his lungs as his gaze fixes on the odd pair. Linda with her long, black wig and another grinning clone. Revel follows the movement of the copy with wary eyes as he raises his arm and slices his knife right through Linda, sending her tumbling. The orange and blue stallion yelps at her abrupt death, nearly leaping from his skin as he skitters backwards.
And then, without further ado, the Jack possessed pumpkin is striding swiftly towards him. Panicking, Revel cringes backwards, squeezing his eyes shut as that vicious-looking knife arches towards him (isn’t it odd how suddenly everything looks more sinister when you’re about to die?). To say he is surprised when the blade doesn’t suddenly plunge into an eye socket would be an understatement. Doubly so when the tip instead pokes him almost gently on the chin. At the stinging touch, his eyes pop open as he holds every muscle rigid, bracing for the worst.
Instead of driving the knife deeper however, Jack wets his spindly fingers with droplets of blood the point had drawn from Revel’s skin and smears it across his forehead. Holding his head high (well, who wouldn’t with a knife under their chin?), he blinks several times before focusing on the clone. Before focusing on the words he is now uttering.
<i>I suppose you’ve made your case and so I choose to end my chase. Make your wish but make it quick, your face is going to make me sick.</i>
Well. He’d be lying if he said Jack was the first creature whom Revel’s face made sick, but that’s neither here nor there (apparently he has a habit of getting on nerves? Who knew!). Besides, now is neither the time nor place to get sassy. He’d just been granted a miracle. And just like he doesn’t waste good suggestions, neither does he waste good miracles.
Gingerly withdrawing his chin from the wicked knife, he eyes Jack warily as he shrinks back to put a little space between them. It’s fabulous that the mischievous spirit had changed his mind, but really, how much trust can he actually afford here? And, well, clumsy and incompetent Revel might be, but he’s no fool. Mostly.
<b>“Erm, well,”</b> he begins hesitantly, brown eyes wavering slightly, <b>“Just, uh, letting me go home would be cool. Alive, y’know. And, maybe whole?”</b> He clears his throat then, straightening. Gaining confidence in his wish. <b>“That’s really all, I think. Life is cool. Great, really. Just wanna keep living.”</b>
He tilts his head then, gaze shifting to peer into the distance. The world had always been his home, and there is so much he hasn’t seen yet. So much he still wants to see. And he’s such a sucker for the fun and quirky too.
Suddenly, a thought brightens his features. Shifting his eyes back to the spirit, his more customary humor once again settling onto his features, he offers him a slight grin. <b>“And, uh, it really wouldn’t go amiss if you wanted to throw in a cloak? Make this Dumbledore complete?”</b>
His grin broadens then. <b>“‘Cause, y’know,”</b> he continues with a faint shrug before allowing the sentence to trail off. Because Jack probably did know (kindred spirits and all). And hopefully Jack wouldn’t begrudge him a cloak. It would be a rather sad(ly accurate) statement of Revel’s life if he were slain over a costume accessory.</p><p id="reveldorename">Revel</p></div></div></center>