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Started September 30, 2020 by Deleted user

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Nyx tensed, feeling guilt flash through her. She had contributed to his bad day.

"Just fucking leave…"

"Yeah, okay, I'm not letting you kick some little girl onto the streets just because you decided you didn't want her!" Beckett protested. "Listen, Pepper, if you don't have anywhere to go and that jackass won't let you stay, you can come with me, I guess. I'm sure there's something interesting open at…" he glanced at his watch, but the glass had cracked from his fall. "Whatever time it is here."

"Good luck. You're in Paradox Vortex, Montana. Nothing's open at this hour."

“Ouh,” Seems that he came at a wrong time.

Ivchenko looked to the other man and young girl, before nodding towards them. “If you two are getting sent off, may I join you? Seems that I won’t be welcome here, either. Shame.”

Nyx, who was now only half-paying attention, sang one of Anne's lullabies to herself and looked at the stars.

"Fuck, just come on then, sleep on my couch. But then you leave!"

"Gee thanks, jackass," Beckett snapped. "What a nice little fucking mess of a town you've got here! My hometown is far better, and it's in goddamn Wisconsin, and a college town." He scowled at the tall man, then turned to Pepper.
"D'you have anywhere to go, or was that pervert's place all you had?"

Nyx, tired of the swearing, called "Good night" down to everyone and went to bed. They caught a glimpse of her pink silk nightgown before she shut the door.

"I'm asexual…" He said, disgusted that he would think that

"Great, so'm I," Beckett said with an eyeroll. "Beckett Randall, resident asexual, unhappy to meet ya."
Wow, that was not a sentence he'd normally say. Maybe the sleep deprivation of the past few days–weeks?–was catching up to him after all. Or the pain in his wrist was finally getting to him. Maybe he'd even concussed himself when he'd fallen. Now that would be his excellent luck.

"Just come in, get some sleep, then leave, okay?" He said, irritated that he couldn't kill anymore. He made a contract that basically said be nice to others or you'll die.

"Sorry, I think I was talking to the candy kid, and not…whatever you're supposed to be," Beckett said with a vague gesture at Vozrael. "Is it Halloween or something? Cuz I left my costume at home…not that it matters, really, since only the goddamn English majors would get the costume, and they're all pretentious assholes anyways."
He ran his fingers across his injured wrist and gave a sharp hiss of pain. Goddamn rotten Halloween this'd be, if it even was Halloween. He'd sort of lost track of, well, everything.

"This? It's how I dress. It's not a costume. And it's March 15th."

"What's a Hall-ow-een?" Peppermint rocked back and forth on her heels, looking up at Beckett.

"Shit, really?" Beckett said, and gave a low whistle. "Well I'm awful sorry for your tailer, sir."
He glanced at Peppermint, wondering if her…unusual attire was some sort of costume or just a childishly obnoxious outfit, like the neons and frills that decorated every department store.

He made a cup of gasoline appear in his hands

"What's Halloween?" Beckett said, and faked a scandalized gasp. "Say, what kinda parents do you have anyways? It's only the best night of the year. You get to dress up and all, and then go door-to-door and get candy, which kinda contradicts everything moral they beat into us for the first eighteen years of our lives–'Don't take candy from strangers, Beckett' and all that–but it's fun. Socially unacceptable once you're an adult, but fun when you can."

Ivchenko adjusted his coat, looking at the group. He hadn’t moved much since arriving here, and decided to observe for now. As he usually did.

Up in her room, Nyx was singing one of Anne's lullabies as she brushed her hair out.
"Eyla a'zakira-mei, eyla a'tu zhy. Eyla a'zakira-mei, krya spektu ay…"
She couldn't remember what the song was about, but Anne had sung it to her and Seven and Phoenix, and it reminded her of good times. It was like a warm blanket.
Unbeknownst to her, a window was open, carrying her voice into the yard.

Then he poured the gasoline on Beckett, threw a lit match near him, and watched him burned as he flipped him off and walked off.

Beckett turned to the tall, cross-armed figure.
"You celebrate Halloween?" he asked, then did a bit of a double take. What was he even talking about? Why did he even ask? God, maybe he had lost it after all. He didn't know, though. He found himself knowing less and less for certain every day.

Beckett sidestepped the gasoline and laughed.
"What a complete jackass," he said, tossing his head back. "He thinks he can just fucking kill anyone who annoys him? What is it, buddy, you worried that Peppermint prefers me? Since I'm at least interesting and not some cardboard cutout posing as a goddamn person?"

“If you’re referring to me, I don’t. No time during a war, you see? And I also admit I haven’t heard much of it up until now…” Ivchenko realized. Well, that was a lie, sort of. Maybe not for what he really was, but for him, it was the truth. Maybe he’d go and check out what Halloween was. Maybe not.