Catch that gourd! {Seasonal Event}

Out for a walk with hardly a care, Kalt kicked a small rock, a smirk on his lips as he walked with his hands stuffed in his pockets. That moment was one of the few that he wasn’t completely decked out in weapons. Why? Simply because he didn’t feel like it. Of course that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be dressed in his uniform with a few weapons, namely Whisper, the whip which hanged at his hip. A few sounds drew his attention, and the vision of a few orange shapes moved across his eyes, his brow quirking upward at it. And whose voice rang in his ears with obvious frustration and slight desperation? He smirked. What the hells was she doing out here? To raise a few more questions, one of the… Was that a fucking pumpkin? One of the…demonic pumpkin creatures…waddled past him at surprising speed with what looked to be a large spider clinging unstably to it. Again, more questions. However, as soon as he turned back around to keep walking, a small person crashed into him. He quickly took a step back, bracing himself easily to keep from toppling over, and looked with slightly widened eyes, a huff of a laugh escaping him at the sight of Ashe. Of course. Soot? Wait, so she… Kalt shook his head, as she ran past him after the spider. Why didn’t these things remotely faze him anymore? He smirked, turning on his heel and hauling ass after her. He waved his hand in the direction of the spider, trying to magically swipe it up, but it didn’t work. He looked at his hand, pursing his lips. What the fuck was going on with his magic coming here? Instead of dwelling on it, Kalt jumped up, swinging on a tree branch and landing on one of the demonic gourds, grinning at the splat! sound it made before taking off again after Ashe and the spidernapping pumpkin. Ashetta kalt give into the night.