a problematic situation[khan]

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Jackolantern

Mukuro

Once again the filly I had decided to guide through life was off doing something that I didn't want her to do but I had no control over. So, what to do to get her back on track? Hmm...I looked around the space that we-Flare, Ming and me- had been allotted in the young fae's mind. It was large but dusty, which led to me constantly sneezing and really that was no fun. Especially when I was trying to tell Ming that her Prince was never returning, since according to her sneezing meant that you were lying. Of course, it could also be because this place was so damn dusty. That wasn't my fault, no, not mine at all. It was the filly's. If she'd just do spring cleaning once this place would be much easier to live in but it wasn't like she would. I'd tried to tell her before but she had been too busy 'talking' to a ghost, who was actually Flare being an idiot when he figured out that one Halloween he could step outside her mind and take a ghost like form.

Now, of course I know we can do that. Hell, I can do that whenever I want but since the others are just normal people who accidently got pulled through the veil into a different world they can only make themselves seen by Jackolantern around All Hallows Eve. Its their own fault that they're here, not mine, so I'm not gonna tell them that it only works around Halloween. They wouldn't understand anyway, since they just can't seem to get that they don't exist anymore. Just like me. Not that I ever really existed be-

WHAT WAS THAT FILLY DOING!!!? She was going to drown if she continued walking further into the deep, fast river! I snarled, annoying that I had left her unattended for more than a few minutes and yelled as loud as I could in the cavenous space also known as her brain "WHAT THE BLOODY HELLO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!. Flare, who was currently residing in his shadowy angst corner, somehow decided that getting up and hitting me over the head was a good idea. "Be quiet" he snapped and I just growled at him as he returned to his corner. Idiot. Didn't he understand that she was about to drown?

Flare

You know, after living with that wolf for 3 years you would think I'd be used to him. But no, I was not. That was why when he decided to howl his head off trying to get my little pumpkin out of whatever situation she was in I stepped in a shut him up. That stupid British idiot always pissed me off to a point that I really, really wanted to put him in a fire pit and watch the flames lick seductively around his pumpkin orange body. Ah, yes. That would just perfect, but I couldn't do that even though I really, really wanted to. Which sucked, but I couldn't do anything about it.

Still, he had a point. Little Jackolantern was doing some stupid and it would probably be a good idea to tell her what to do. So I leaned against the wall and told her quietly "Pumpkin? You might wanna get out of the river. In a few meters it gets really deep and fast and you can’t swim…” my quiet words of warning worked better than Mukuro’s yelling and soon my little pumpkin was on the shore dripping water on the rocks and snorting in annoyance. Obviously she had been having fun in the water without knowing that only a few meters away was sure death. In a way that annoyed me but mostly it scared me. Like, truly terrified me. If Jackie died then I would cease to exist-literally- but if I happened to live on I would be devastated and I knew that. She was like my own daughter now, I felt like I’d raised her and now I had to protect her from the dangers of the world but how could I do that when I was something intangible, something that didn’t exist to anyone but her?

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Notes/other: don’t ask why I chose to do this from Mukuro’s and Flare’s POVs

[.:.Gambler.:.]

Peter Vincent
Cause in the end, we're all supposed to die.

He could smell the stench of the enemy; he knew that the demon of night was around here somewhere. His travels had led him here-he would finally get his vengeance. But, it would take time to find the cursed beast; time he would rather spend with a lovely lady companion than by himself. Being by himself was never fun; seeing as he was rather a boring individual that only made himself eccentric around other people. Mares mostly: he was always better around mares than around stallion.

He was certainly a flashy individual; every step he took was like a stage entrance. His long tail flowed behind him like a cape. Imagine a stallion strutting and slinking along like he was listening perpetually to the mission impossible theme music....that about summed up the way Peter Vincent was walking. He had an air of confidence about him that seemed almost unsettling; but press the right buttons and you'd find out it was only a charade. Underneath that calm, cool exterior of a man on a mission, there was a cowardly boy just trying to fight his past demons.

He hadn't come here to mope though; he'd came here to impress a few new lady friends. His eyes were like the eyes of the hawk: he watched and scanned around, looking for anyone worthy of his presence. Not many caught his eye, and so he continued on; that graceful almost hoof drag as he walked across the land, head swiveling from one side to the next as he searched for them.

He came upon the sight of Jack O Lantern soon after she had walked back out of the lake. The glistening water on her hide sent Vincent's mind aquiver; he would want nothing more than claiming that little maresy as his own. Knowing however his past experiences; he couldn't be rough with them. Not at first at least. She did not look old and experienced in the ways of men, so he knew he had to be careful. Underneath that flame brushed exterior; he was sure there was quite the firey minx beneath.

He watched her for a moment, taking in her movements. They were somewhat choppy; gangly in their placement. Maybe it was just because she was still young, but it almost seemed like she was listening to someone else telling her waht to do. Could it be that she was controlled by a vampire/ Could the princess before him be another minion of the damned?! If she were...he would have to save her.

He scented the air, and did not smell any mention of the cursed beast he loathed, the cursed beast he was in these lands to slay. If the beast was not here directly supervising her, then he would have an easier time of severing the connection and saving her before her mind was complete swallowed.
That was when he released a whinny from his lips and moved toward her. Still with that flowing suspended walk, still as if making his grand entrance into this land. He stopped about ten feet from her, eyes darting around her-to and fro-searching for the monster that may be controlling her; but his gaze never shifted long and always returned back to her.
"Madam," He began, in a thick accent, "I am Peter Vincent; as you like. Might I know your name?"

Again he looked around, waiting for something to pounce out of the shadows at him.
"And may I ask, are you alone?"

This was going to prove to be an interesting conversation.

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Jackolantern

Bright orange eyes went wide at the side of the dramatically approaching stallion-although such entrances weren't an uncommon site for her as her father had often appeared in such a way- and her movements stopped completely despite Mukuro's insistant snarling for her to for the love of God, move!!!! But she couldn't, she just couldn't. Not even a hoof could be lifted under the his shifting gaze as if he was searching for someone that stood behind her. On that thought she managed to connect her brain back to her body to help him with his search. Was Flare standing behind her with his arms crossed glaring at the stallion? Or perhaps Mukuro was actually snarling behind her rather than lecturing her in the cavenous space the three of them lived in?

However her fiery eyes uncovered no trace of her three companions. 'how strange' she thought as she turned he5r head back to the stallion who was now talking. Black ears immediately stood to attention and caught every word he spoke. Name...name...why, she was Jackolantern of course! Who didn't know that? But then again, maybe he had mistaken her for her father. Her head dropped in the depression of that thought and her ears went floppy, no longer listening to his heavily accented words. She hated it when she was mistaken for her much more famous father. It was simply depressing for her to think that she was unique enough to be seen as an invidual.

"I'm...I'm Jackolantern," she began in a small voice that barely carried from her to the stallion, Peter his name was. 'thats a good, strong name, Pumpkin. Maybe you should try to be friends with him' Flare suggested. He had finally moved away from his corner and was stealthy sneaking up on Mukuro with a lit match in one hand. The wolf didn't even notice him as the boy dropped the match on his back and darted away to hide behind Ming. As smoke began to fill the cavenous space Jackie shook her head and snorted.

Once her little coughing fit was over Jackolantern looked at Petey-that was what she had decided to call him- and suddenly she remembered his other question. "Me? Alone?" she giggled, the highpitched girly sound annoying the singed Mukuro to no end and shook her head "what a silly question. I'm never alone, silly Petey. I have Mukuro, Flare and Ming with me" that set off another giggling fit that ended in her coughing again because the smoke hadn't quite cleared yet.

"What are you looking for? There's nothing here but lil' ole' me!"

[.:.Gambler.:.]

Peter Vincent

Peter was quite taken aback by the name "Petey." He had never before in his entire life, that he could remember, been called "Petey." It sounded like the word "petite" which he did not appreciate; for he did not find himself to be of the "petite" kind. Granted, he was not the biggest, strongest stallion in the entire world, but he found himself to be average...not "petite," as this mare put it. Then again, she hadn't actually called him "petite" she called him "Petey." Which, if she was the only one that was going to call him that, she was cute enough that he could forgive her...but, that meant he had to respond in kind, and give her some sort of alteration on her name.

Speaking of her name, she had seemed rather annoyed, perturbed...he wasn't quite sure which word, when he had asked her for her name. She dropped her head and seemed to have some sort of depressing thought as she had muttered her name. Had he asked wrongly? What was with the woman in these parts! As he tried to think of a response, she spoke again, sending his mind into a whirlwind of thoughts and fears.
Absentmindly, he took a small step back to process what she had said about never being alone. It sounded like something a vampiress would say. "I'm never alone, I always have my minions." Oh yes, yes, this was an odd one. But...still. That ring in her voice. And the names of her minions. Really, who would turn someone named Ming or Flare into a vampire?!
The red flag went up at the name Mukuro though. It sounded all too familiar. Like he had heard it in legend. Like it had been around for a while...that could be his vampire. But no, it couldn't be. Because his vampire's name started with a J; that much he remembered. He must be something very vampirey. Like Jethro. or Jared. Or...no. It could not possibly be Jerry, for that was a very unvampirey name. And it wasn't Jack O' Lantern, because he knew his vampire was a male. So, even though her name started with a j...she appeared to have no affiliation.

Again she spoke, as if to mock him. Saying there was no one here but her...and yet...she had just said that there were three others always with her. He turned his head to look at her sideways, then looked around over her shoulder and stepped closer to her again, looking underneath her, over her, and then again to the tree line.

"You vex me, vixen. You say you are never alone, lady Lantern, that you have Mukuro, Flare, and Ming with you...yet then you tell me you are always alone. Is this some trick you play on newcomers, madam? For surely you see that I am new to these parts, which is why I had to ask thy name."

He snorted, confused and worried that she was setting him up for some sneak attack. Paranoia always seemed to win over on Peter; he was such a sucker for the mares that if...Jethro, he'll call him, (Who names a vampire Jerry?! Yet the name seemed to linger in his mind...) ever wanted to sneak attack kill him, all he had to do was bribe a pretty mare with eternal beauty, and she'd have Peter trapped with his pants down..
Peter tilted his head, looking at Jack O Lantern again. Could she be this good an actor? Her glistening wet coat...could she really act so innocent, and yet be working for Jethro? DROP THE VAMPIRE BUSINESS AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE PRETTY LADY! Screamed his masculine side. He hadn't had much action in his life, and his masculine side was getting rather annoyed by it. Sure, he could go and kill a vampire, but he hadn't had any kids to carry on his line or anything.

Peter snorted, looking to the fae again. Waiting her response, wondering what other riddles she would pass by him.

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