[RE] The Last Squash Standing

Archebold tapped along the grounds, a violin he had just refurbished swaying at the hip when he caught sight of one of the pumpkins that had plagued the lands. "How about that..." He muttered quietly, somewhat impressed look on his face as he crouched and looked over at the pumpkin, tilting his head to the side. Fanged smirk given. "Aren't you something, making it this far." He'd glance around a moment before taking out his violin and playing a haunting melody. To see if he could lure the creature with the tune like a pied piper. Slowly his stood as the strings were expertly played, giving his head a little motion for the creature to follow. He wasn't quite sure what it was, perhaps this runt of the litter was a survivor, much like himself. That was more than enough to earn the ascended's respect. archebold Death is not a defeat. It is a cure.