Prompt C: [So. Crystals that could make his thoughts into a conversation, are they? How utterly invasive and fascinating all at once. Of everything he had seen in his long life, rocks that could turn thought into sound wasn't one of them. He had to give it a go, of course. They said it was the way people tended to communicate around here over long distances, so why not?]
This side of town isn't quite cheery enough for all I've seen of it. Is it really like this all the time or is everyone here just worried about something or other? Maybe someone should look into that.
Prompt D: In the Sky with Diamonds [That didn't feel or sound like any rain he had ever experienced, and it certainly wasn't cold enough to merit hail. Curious, he tilted his head back and looked up, unable to see much more through the reaper's haze and his own hair than slight glimmers of light now and then. Whatever it was pegged him a few times on his shoulders, dropping right out of the sky itself; he held out his hand, palm open and cupped, to collect a little of the strange not-rain and brought it closer to his face to examine.]
[It looked like... crystals. Clear, pristine, glistening crystals. He was hardly an expert on geology, but it seemed like some type of quartz or diamond. For all he knew, it was glass.]
Isn't that something? Right out of the sky, too. [He smiled and pocketed the few that he had managed to catch to examine further later and strolled on down the street, unconcerned about the storm of tiny crystals around him. He didn't believe in magic, but even with his poor vision, the world around him had suddenly shifted into something out of a book with the sparkle from the falling minerals all around him. Much as he would be loathe to admit it, the situation did have a sort of appeal.]
Prompt F: Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo [Halloween. If that wasn't a holiday meant for people like him, he didn't know what was. While it wasn't Halloween, exactly, pumpkin carving was one thing he took his time in enjoying each year, so naturally when he heard of the pumpkin harvest, he'd volunteered.]
[But as with the rest of this world, even the pumpkins were unusual and not at all like any he had ever pulled the innards from in his world. No, these had a bit of sport to them and a mind to make their would-be mutilators work for their prize, something Undertaker delighted in. If his pumpkin wanted to run, let it. He didn't need carving knives or scoops to pretty that orange hide up.]
[It was easy enough to catch up to - he hadn't even needed to teleport to close the distance between them - and one quick swipe of his death scythe was all that was needed to put a stop to that mad rush. He approached the downed pumpkin, grinning like a loon, and reached out a hand to run long fingernails down over its surface in a caress.]
Such a feisty one, aren't you? Ah, but don't worry yourself. I'll make you look lovely yet.
[He giggled, shifting the scythe back into its sotoba disguise, and plunged it into the ribbed rind, working a sort of perforation into the shape of a triangle - the first eye of the largest pumpkin he had ever carved.]
Undertaker | Kuroshitsuji aka Black Butler
[So. Crystals that could make his thoughts into a conversation, are they? How utterly invasive and fascinating all at once. Of everything he had seen in his long life, rocks that could turn thought into sound wasn't one of them. He had to give it a go, of course. They said it was the way people tended to communicate around here over long distances, so why not?]
This side of town isn't quite cheery enough for all I've seen of it. Is it really like this all the time or is everyone here just worried about something or other? Maybe someone should look into that.
Prompt D: In the Sky with Diamonds
[That didn't feel or sound like any rain he had ever experienced, and it certainly wasn't cold enough to merit hail. Curious, he tilted his head back and looked up, unable to see much more through the reaper's haze and his own hair than slight glimmers of light now and then. Whatever it was pegged him a few times on his shoulders, dropping right out of the sky itself; he held out his hand, palm open and cupped, to collect a little of the strange not-rain and brought it closer to his face to examine.]
[It looked like... crystals. Clear, pristine, glistening crystals. He was hardly an expert on geology, but it seemed like some type of quartz or diamond. For all he knew, it was glass.]
Isn't that something? Right out of the sky, too. [He smiled and pocketed the few that he had managed to catch to examine further later and strolled on down the street, unconcerned about the storm of tiny crystals around him. He didn't believe in magic, but even with his poor vision, the world around him had suddenly shifted into something out of a book with the sparkle from the falling minerals all around him. Much as he would be loathe to admit it, the situation did have a sort of appeal.]
Prompt F: Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo
[Halloween. If that wasn't a holiday meant for people like him, he didn't know what was. While it wasn't Halloween, exactly, pumpkin carving was one thing he took his time in enjoying each year, so naturally when he heard of the pumpkin harvest, he'd volunteered.]
[But as with the rest of this world, even the pumpkins were unusual and not at all like any he had ever pulled the innards from in his world. No, these had a bit of sport to them and a mind to make their would-be mutilators work for their prize, something Undertaker delighted in. If his pumpkin wanted to run, let it. He didn't need carving knives or scoops to pretty that orange hide up.]
[It was easy enough to catch up to - he hadn't even needed to teleport to close the distance between them - and one quick swipe of his death scythe was all that was needed to put a stop to that mad rush. He approached the downed pumpkin, grinning like a loon, and reached out a hand to run long fingernails down over its surface in a caress.]
Such a feisty one, aren't you? Ah, but don't worry yourself. I'll make you look lovely yet.
[He giggled, shifting the scythe back into its sotoba disguise, and plunged it into the ribbed rind, working a sort of perforation into the shape of a triangle - the first eye of the largest pumpkin he had ever carved.]