Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150928011955/@comment-3991308-20150929104557

And so Bas and Spella were at the Haunted House, setting up the prank in an unidentified area. Unidentified because the Narrator was aware of a certain someone listening in, and was prepared to take measures against that. Spella muttered about unordinated outfits, while Bas fiddled with the edges of his gloves. "Oh, what's this? Two villains and their overally classical pranks?" a loud, echoing voice came from behind Bastion. The ambassador let out a yelp, and tumbled off the ledge the two were on. Bas grabbed hold onto the edge, and Miraspella offered an arm to her friend, who look it.

The witch eyed the source of the noise/bold text with a skeptical gaze. "Hey, you're Airmid's demon friend, aren't you?" Miraspella arched an eyebrow, still holding onto Bastion, who was precariously hanging over the railing, and would have fell if it weren't for her holding him.

"Incorrect. I'm everyone's friendly neighbourhood deal-demon. What a mouthful, huh?" Polynices Crawford grinned, coming out of the shadows. "And oh, wasn't my entrance brilliant? You should have seen your faces. Poor dude, though." He stepped out a little further, to observe Bas. "I guess you could say you fell for me, didn't you, pretty boy?"

"Ha. Haha." Bastion laughed sarcastically. "Seriously, please. If you wouldn't m–"

Spella's grip loosened. Polynices covered his ears from the resulting high-pitched scream.