RIGBY
and this is why i have decided
to leave your house and home unhaunted
to leave your house and home unhaunted
Somebody is late to the party, but he's there all the same. Drawing from the shadows, or perhaps the sewers, comes a tall scrawny figure, dark in expression as he is in dress. Rigby was drawn to the market just like everyone else, unfamiliar with this kind of carnival-esque show. This was not one of the normal night markets, abound with smuggled goods and shitty knickknacks. This was bright, cheery, and just a tad ominous.
He shifted through the crowds, a ghost in the streets, brown eyes following the lights. Whether that be the twinkling of vibrant lanterns, or the reflections off of shiny trinkets, he was scanning it all, seeking something to take. The crowd that gathered around The Table was avoided at first, but as a barker announced it's allure he shifted course and began to make his way in. Familiar faces, too many for comfort, he stayed on the edges, hoping to sate his curiosity without needless interaction.
He shifted through the crowds, a ghost in the streets, brown eyes following the lights. Whether that be the twinkling of vibrant lanterns, or the reflections off of shiny trinkets, he was scanning it all, seeking something to take. The crowd that gathered around The Table was avoided at first, but as a barker announced it's allure he shifted course and began to make his way in. Familiar faces, too many for comfort, he stayed on the edges, hoping to sate his curiosity without needless interaction.
you don't need poltergeists for sidekicks
