10-05-2018, 02:10 PM
<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">Well, nuts. This was not how he had planned things to go at all. Beard stuck to a tree limb as poor Jack mutters and curses as though he’s lost something. Revel didn’t think he’d meant for all that to be heard. Unless, of course, his intent had been to come off as clumsy, silly goose. Or, well, pumpkin head (hahaha don’t judge me).
Ohh, but wait, what’s this? Revel’s eyes go wide as grinning pumpkins begin to pop up around him, carved teeth gleaming in the chill night air. The heavy fog swirls about him, adding to the spooky mystery. <b>“Hmmmm,</b> he mutters, feigning much more wisdom than exists in him. <b>“Methinks this feels like a trap.”</b>
It’s stuff and nonsense, but maybe he does have a point. If he can ever get himself unstuck from the tree. With that in mind, he jerks his head sharply to snap the white beard free. Except that… it hurts!
<b>“Ow!”</b> he yelps, ducking his head to rub the offended chin against his knee. As he does so, he realizes the awful fake beard he’d donned no longer wiggles and bounces on his chin. Shaking his head, understanding soon dawns that the thing had become quite stuck! Almost as though his beard is no longer… fake.
Well, well, isn’t that quite the stroke of good fortune. Watch out Dumbledore, we got a new wizard in town. Seriously though, where’s a magic wand when you need one?
Oh, ho! But he isn’t quite done here. Seems Mr. Lantern is challenging them to lure him out with their best tricks and treats. And boy, does he have a doozy up his sleeve. Maybe. Sort of.
Well, actually, he hadn’t really thought that far ahead. Oops.
Ok, so. What do we have here. Pumpkins. Leaves. And vines. Oh my! Pumpkin spice latte? No, he doesn’t have a clue how to make one of those. Pumpkin pie? Nope, still no clue. Maaaybe he should steer clear of the baked goods for a bit. And the pumpkins.
Exceeept…
With a suddenly gleeful thought, Revel chuckles in low tone, quite pleased with his sudden inspiration. With brisk steps, he weaves through the trees, head ducked as he hunts down his supplies. A lovely grinning pumpkin, some vines, a couple branches, some berries, and a few pretty flowers to top it off. Amber eyes focused, he mutters to himself as he assembles his haul over a handy stump, occasionally chuckling at the vague shape that has begun to form.
Soon enough, a grinning look-a-like is perched precariously before him. Or rather, a <i>female</i> grinning look-a-like. With a crooked smile stretching his lips, he admires his handiwork.
It does look rather fine if he does say so himself. The pumpkin he’d plucked sits atop a bundle of vines and leaves he’d fashioned to look like a dress, with branches for arms, carefully concealed to hide their… branchiness. The berries had served to provide some color to her features, a femininity that, let’s be honest, looks more than passingly odd on a pumpkin. But hey! Revel… er, Dumbledore is a horse, what the hell does he know about pumpkin sensibilities?
Besides, he’s got to imagine poor Jack doesn’t see a lot of women pumpkins around. And, well, he’s gotta have a hankerin’ by now, right? Right. We’ll go with it.
But it’s still missing something. With a frown, Reveldore peers around, trying to discern what it is he missed. And there! Just in the trees beyond some thick white spider-webbing and a string of ghostly lights (just imagine those light strings with little plastic ghosts, super cute and not at all implausible) is a wig clinging to a low branch. With a bright peal of amused laughter, he trips through the trees to pluck the black-haired wig from the branch and flop it onto the pumpkin head before tucking a few flowers haphazardly amongst the strands. Stepping back, Dumblevel admires his creation with a satisfied nod. <b>“Mhm,”</b> he intones thoughtfully, <b>“I think I shall call you… Linda.”</b>
With a cackle of his own, he spirits himself behind a nearby tree, peeping out from his impromptu hiding space to see if he can spy Jack. After all, how could he resist his stunningly beautiful creation?</p><p id="reveldorename">Revel</p></div></div></center>
Ohh, but wait, what’s this? Revel’s eyes go wide as grinning pumpkins begin to pop up around him, carved teeth gleaming in the chill night air. The heavy fog swirls about him, adding to the spooky mystery. <b>“Hmmmm,</b> he mutters, feigning much more wisdom than exists in him. <b>“Methinks this feels like a trap.”</b>
It’s stuff and nonsense, but maybe he does have a point. If he can ever get himself unstuck from the tree. With that in mind, he jerks his head sharply to snap the white beard free. Except that… it hurts!
<b>“Ow!”</b> he yelps, ducking his head to rub the offended chin against his knee. As he does so, he realizes the awful fake beard he’d donned no longer wiggles and bounces on his chin. Shaking his head, understanding soon dawns that the thing had become quite stuck! Almost as though his beard is no longer… fake.
Well, well, isn’t that quite the stroke of good fortune. Watch out Dumbledore, we got a new wizard in town. Seriously though, where’s a magic wand when you need one?
Oh, ho! But he isn’t quite done here. Seems Mr. Lantern is challenging them to lure him out with their best tricks and treats. And boy, does he have a doozy up his sleeve. Maybe. Sort of.
Well, actually, he hadn’t really thought that far ahead. Oops.
Ok, so. What do we have here. Pumpkins. Leaves. And vines. Oh my! Pumpkin spice latte? No, he doesn’t have a clue how to make one of those. Pumpkin pie? Nope, still no clue. Maaaybe he should steer clear of the baked goods for a bit. And the pumpkins.
Exceeept…
With a suddenly gleeful thought, Revel chuckles in low tone, quite pleased with his sudden inspiration. With brisk steps, he weaves through the trees, head ducked as he hunts down his supplies. A lovely grinning pumpkin, some vines, a couple branches, some berries, and a few pretty flowers to top it off. Amber eyes focused, he mutters to himself as he assembles his haul over a handy stump, occasionally chuckling at the vague shape that has begun to form.
Soon enough, a grinning look-a-like is perched precariously before him. Or rather, a <i>female</i> grinning look-a-like. With a crooked smile stretching his lips, he admires his handiwork.
It does look rather fine if he does say so himself. The pumpkin he’d plucked sits atop a bundle of vines and leaves he’d fashioned to look like a dress, with branches for arms, carefully concealed to hide their… branchiness. The berries had served to provide some color to her features, a femininity that, let’s be honest, looks more than passingly odd on a pumpkin. But hey! Revel… er, Dumbledore is a horse, what the hell does he know about pumpkin sensibilities?
Besides, he’s got to imagine poor Jack doesn’t see a lot of women pumpkins around. And, well, he’s gotta have a hankerin’ by now, right? Right. We’ll go with it.
But it’s still missing something. With a frown, Reveldore peers around, trying to discern what it is he missed. And there! Just in the trees beyond some thick white spider-webbing and a string of ghostly lights (just imagine those light strings with little plastic ghosts, super cute and not at all implausible) is a wig clinging to a low branch. With a bright peal of amused laughter, he trips through the trees to pluck the black-haired wig from the branch and flop it onto the pumpkin head before tucking a few flowers haphazardly amongst the strands. Stepping back, Dumblevel admires his creation with a satisfied nod. <b>“Mhm,”</b> he intones thoughtfully, <b>“I think I shall call you… Linda.”</b>
With a cackle of his own, he spirits himself behind a nearby tree, peeping out from his impromptu hiding space to see if he can spy Jack. After all, how could he resist his stunningly beautiful creation?</p><p id="reveldorename">Revel</p></div></div></center>