[After dismissing the notion of vampire, doctor, and priest as options for a costume, Vanitas finally settles one hell of get-up: that of an angel knight, which is about the furthest thing from what he is normally. It weighs a bit and is cumbersome, but it covers his body completely and hides his scars, so it meets the requirements.

Only as the night goes on, he starts acting more and more daring, walking past a game of axe throwing without heeding axes being tossed, riding on the outside of the ferris wheel, until finally it culminates with him looking like he's about to leap off a nearby cliff in an attempt to fly. Might want to stop him on that.]

[Now out of costume, thank the heavens (hah), Vanitas decides that the corn maze could be a fun time now that the sun is setting. He's not that tall, being only 5'9", so the walls of the maze loom over him, blocking the fading light and making his unnaturally blue eyes seem brighter than they already are.

He strides with purpose through the maze, not following any real methodology like keeping to one wall, but instead going left or right as his whims dictate. Somehow he seems to luck out most of the time, never finding a dead end, until eventually there seems to be... another him? Only this one has blue spider web-like markings covering his entire body, up to and including beginning to reach his face. Like the thing is alive and trying to consume him. The sight makes Vanitas go pale and stumble backwards, bumping into his companion and nearly knocking them both over. Stammering, he shakes his head.]

N-No... Damn it, I don't--!!

[Perhaps Vanitas ought not to have come. Dealing with the dead is never pleasant, and even more so once they've risen and have decided to party like it's the end of the world. Yet he thinks he can handle it. Apparitions and spooks are nothing in the face of cold hard logic and science. Right?

Or so he thought, until the sight of a mysterious person causes his jaw to drop and his eyes to widen in both amazement and fear. He staggers, tripping over his own feet in his haste to move towards the person of indistinct gender, his hand slowly rising to stretch out towards this beautiful being with dark skin. Quietly, he sets his jaw, eyes unblinking.]

Lu...na...

[Feel free to come at me with whatever or hit me up at lombardia!]