Seph does not give up on trying to find Razkil a Halloween costume.

Seph: Glup glooop glup~! Luthien: . . . Ferrahn: . . . Seph: Razkil is a tar monster. Or well, a spirit who lives in tar pits. That's the sound you hear when he comes out of the tar. Sticky gooey sound. Glup gloop glooop. Luthien: . . . Ferrahn: . . . Seph: Play along, damn it! Seph: Now see, the tar spirit lures its victims in with his er...charms. Ferrahn: Right. Luthien: Can I burst out laughing now? Seph: What? You don't think he looks alluring? He's even holding his hands out to you.

"Come to me. Come join me."



"Come. Be with me."



"We will spend eternity together. You and I."



"Do you not want to share your life with me?"

Seph: And if the victims are able to resist him, the tar spirit sinks back into his tar pit, hungry. *grin* Ferrahn: Anyone who went to him would have to be more than stupid. Luthien: *purrs* I wouldn't be surprised if he remained hungry for eternity. Razkil: The costume isn't good? Seph: Don't listen to them. -_- Ferrahn: Come on, we're done.

Seph: Yeah, we're done. No more Halloween. Razkil: Okay. Luthien: If anyone asks, I had no part in this. Ferrahn: It wasn't my idea. Errand: Or mine. Seph: -_- Yes, it was all mine. He looks stupid cos of me. Happy? Luthien: As long as everyone knows that. *purrs* Seph: *sigh*