Rex, typically such a dour and usually fashion negative young man, has gone his usual full ham on the costume. He'd first intended for an incredibly elaborate and ornate vampire costume that covered almost everything. Adelaide told him to show some skin.
So he did. Rex has gone for a more modern depiction of a vampiric lord type. Big red open cape, very tight pants, heavily armoured shins and forearms for some reason, no shirt and has even grown a salt and pepper Van Dyke beard (heavier on the pepper, but still pretty salty) for the occasion- for once that he grows facial hair thickly and rapidly is useful, not a nuisance. The main worry he's had is the horrific number of scars he's earned over his life are now on display. The network of old injuries that doesn't quite outnumber unscarred skin, but it'd be possible to draw a line from his hip to his neck without lifting your pen off of a scar (but don't do that, it's weird). To make them look like decorations, he's put an illusionary stake into his heart, right in the middle of his biggest scar- the one that looks vaguely like a heraldic sun. He has a few extras, like a dark mist that trails behind him and the occasional bout of chittering bats when he flaps his coat, but his favourite is the eyes. They flash red and hold a glow for a few seconds when he turns around to look at someone. He's putting some emphasis on the Hungarian side of his accent, for all those Bela Lugosi fans out there.
Since he's still trying to get them to like him more, he's made sure his mother's equipment is in on the fun. He's followed around all night by a floating silvery gemstone roundshield, with artistically arranged tiny clouds and occasional eerie silhouettes passing over the face. His sword, being a six-foot behemoth that's already roughly coffin-sized and shaped, has completed the look with a spooky sheath. It makes a little less sense for a coffin to be floating around to follow him, but Eternal Sunlight would get jealous if Blue Moon got to come to the party and she didn't. If it's accidentally a Dragon Quest reference, well, don't worry about it.
🧛You know what's fucked up, you've never heard the Monster Mash, you've just listened to a song about the Monster Mash, also known as Prompt 1🧛
Despite enjoying the excuse to dress like a Final Boss, Rex isn't really a party man. He's just generally milling around at the dance, never quite sure what to do with himself. He's making quite a dent in the food as usual, not put off by their appearance at all. Not only because he put the illusions there in the first place- once you've eaten actual moths because they've got good protein and are easy to catch, shovelling a punch of sweets that look like living worms into your mouth isn't hard.
Ever the perfectionist, Rex at one point can be found with his head in a tree's mouth, a few peculiar looking tools in hand as he fiddles around with the enchantments that let this whole thing happen. This tree seemed glitchy. Naturally, at one point, the jaws snap shut on him. But for the rest of the time, everyone gets to enjoy the fact Rex's butt is Special S Class Elite Grade and in really tight pants. He hasn't noticed that the gauntlet attached to his shield has pulled his coat aside to point at it. Pay attention, fools. There's a butt.
💀 You Can't Spoop Me, I'm The Spoopiest , Also Known as Prompt 2💀
Rex is being helpful at the test of courage, not by doing something useful but contributing to the atmosphere. By at a certain point leaning over to speak to whoever is unlucky enough to have come in with him. Right at the creepiest, most secluded part and gazing at a scene of fake gore.
"I was just thinking... If I was going to murder you, I'd do it right here and now. No one would know until I was miles away."
Just Rex Things.
🔥Nothing Is Scarier Being A Human, So Let's Forget It With Smores, Also Known As Prompt 3🔥
If someone is paying attention to the man behind the curtain when the wicker man forms, ignoring the display Rex put so much hard work into, they'll see him Rex performing a one-handed conduction of the events. Once done, he gives a mildly satisfied nod as the fireballs spread out and arrange into a carefully designed aesthetic chaos where they land.
He glances left and right, then looks to the extraordinarily large flame left in the centre of what was once the outdoor dancehall and snaps his fingers at it. Just to make it blaze larger and give one last evil cackle. If it gets one more startle out of someone, that seems in the spirit of things.
Later, he does a cursory sweep of the other bonfires. A vast, shadowy presence passing through the trees nearby probably adds to the atmosphere of spooky stories at least, especially if someone gets a glimpse of the red eyes.
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So he did. Rex has gone for a more modern depiction of a vampiric lord type. Big red open cape, very tight pants, heavily armoured shins and forearms for some reason, no shirt and has even grown a salt and pepper Van Dyke beard (heavier on the pepper, but still pretty salty) for the occasion- for once that he grows facial hair thickly and rapidly is useful, not a nuisance. The main worry he's had is the horrific number of scars he's earned over his life are now on display. The network of old injuries that doesn't quite outnumber unscarred skin, but it'd be possible to draw a line from his hip to his neck without lifting your pen off of a scar (but don't do that, it's weird). To make them look like decorations, he's put an illusionary stake into his heart, right in the middle of his biggest scar- the one that looks vaguely like a heraldic sun. He has a few extras, like a dark mist that trails behind him and the occasional bout of chittering bats when he flaps his coat, but his favourite is the eyes. They flash red and hold a glow for a few seconds when he turns around to look at someone. He's putting some emphasis on the Hungarian side of his accent, for all those Bela Lugosi fans out there.
Since he's still trying to get them to like him more, he's made sure his mother's equipment is in on the fun. He's followed around all night by a floating silvery gemstone roundshield, with artistically arranged tiny clouds and occasional eerie silhouettes passing over the face. His sword, being a six-foot behemoth that's already roughly coffin-sized and shaped, has completed the look with a spooky sheath. It makes a little less sense for a coffin to be floating around to follow him, but Eternal Sunlight would get jealous if Blue Moon got to come to the party and she didn't. If it's accidentally a Dragon Quest reference, well, don't worry about it.
🧛You know what's fucked up, you've never heard the Monster Mash, you've just listened to a song about the Monster Mash, also known as Prompt 1🧛
Despite enjoying the excuse to dress like a Final Boss, Rex isn't really a party man. He's just generally milling around at the dance, never quite sure what to do with himself. He's making quite a dent in the food as usual, not put off by their appearance at all. Not only because he put the illusions there in the first place- once you've eaten actual moths because they've got good protein and are easy to catch, shovelling a punch of sweets that look like living worms into your mouth isn't hard.
Ever the perfectionist, Rex at one point can be found with his head in a tree's mouth, a few peculiar looking tools in hand as he fiddles around with the enchantments that let this whole thing happen. This tree seemed glitchy. Naturally, at one point, the jaws snap shut on him. But for the rest of the time, everyone gets to enjoy the fact Rex's butt is Special S Class Elite Grade and in really tight pants. He hasn't noticed that the gauntlet attached to his shield has pulled his coat aside to point at it. Pay attention, fools. There's a butt.
💀 You Can't Spoop Me, I'm The Spoopiest , Also Known as Prompt 2💀
Rex is being helpful at the test of courage, not by doing something useful but contributing to the atmosphere. By at a certain point leaning over to speak to whoever is unlucky enough to have come in with him. Right at the creepiest, most secluded part and gazing at a scene of fake gore.
"I was just thinking... If I was going to murder you, I'd do it right here and now. No one would know until I was miles away."
Just Rex Things.
🔥Nothing Is Scarier Being A Human, So Let's Forget It With Smores, Also Known As Prompt 3🔥
If someone is paying attention to the man behind the curtain when the wicker man forms, ignoring the display Rex put so much hard work into, they'll see him Rex performing a one-handed conduction of the events. Once done, he gives a mildly satisfied nod as the fireballs spread out and arrange into a carefully designed aesthetic chaos where they land.
He glances left and right, then looks to the extraordinarily large flame left in the centre of what was once the outdoor dancehall and snaps his fingers at it. Just to make it blaze larger and give one last evil cackle. If it gets one more startle out of someone, that seems in the spirit of things.
Later, he does a cursory sweep of the other bonfires. A vast, shadowy presence passing through the trees nearby probably adds to the atmosphere of spooky stories at least, especially if someone gets a glimpse of the red eyes.