"Well Ickybod~?"

The Witch had just explained her quandary to The Pumpkin. Her lips were puckered into a quivery pout, violet eyes were wide and glossy, and hands were clasped together as she studied him intensely, begging almost.

He pointed at her and laughed.

The Witch looked absolutely horrified. "YOU WON'T HELP~?!" Screeeech! Another pumpkinhead nearby grasped at where ears should have been, 'ba'ing a bit in frustration. "Iiiiiiickyyyyy~" Whiiiiiiiine. She sniffled a bit and frowned. "You can't refuse~! You're all supposed to listen to me~!" Foot stomp.

The Pumpkin laughed a bit more.

Crimson curls were a blur as she shook her head, then kneeled down to pick The Pumpkin up, holding his face mere inches from hers. "Please Icky~ I need your help~ If Alain figures out I lied~ He might be mad at me~" A frown on her lips. A genuine, sad frown.

...that got to The Pumpkin, he sighed and nodded.

With a squeal of delight she hugged The Pumpkin close to her bosom and squeezed him tight. "Oh thank you~!" Kisskiss to his forehead before setting the now grinning Pumpkin down. "Now go~" Pushing him along towards the back room. "It won't be long before he's here~!"

The Witch paused at the knock. Alain was there! "Hurry~!" Another shove and The Pumpkin was in the back room, and the door was shut quickly. She hadn't a clue what plan of action he'd come up with, but she'd have faith in him!

She had to.

"Co-o-o-ming~!" The Witch used her sweetest, lightest sing song voice and cast it towards the door, then shrieked in horror as she realized she was still wearing her clothes from earlier in the day. That wouldn't do at all! Her future husband couldn't see her being so lacking in fashion, so she thought and thought and thought and... "A-ha~!"

Scurrying behind the counter, The Witch dug around a little container holding a few wands. Surprisingly, the rather colorful ones were bypassed for a plain looking one, looked more like a stick than anything actually. It was waved over her head and then she was enveloped in a POOF! of orange smoke. Without waiting for it to clear, she ran out from the cloud and over towards the door, feet now bare and quiet on the ground.

Handle was grabbed, twisted, then she pulled the door open. "Hello Alain~!"

Clad in nothing more than lingerie, matching light purple with pumpkins printed on them, and long crimson locks up in a ponytail, The Witch stood there with a wide grin, dimples, and sparkling violets full of adoration.

Violets grow wide, wide, wider at his statement.. The Witch almost looked embarassed! No, she DID look embarassed, mortified really. "Oh my gosh~! You're right~!" A quick step foward was taken towards Alain, her arms outstretched towards him to usher/drag him inside if he'd have it. "It is cold~! Do you want something warm to drink~? I can make something if you want~? Are you hungry~?" Pause. Smilesmile. "You look really really nice tonight Alain~!"

The Witch bounced a bit on her toes, without those five inch heels that oh so short height of hers was all the more evident. "Do you have weapons to protect yourself if you go out~? I have some things if you didn't bring protection, like the flash b-..oh~! Did those work okay~?"

Smilesmile, clingcling, lots and lots of questions.

Sweatpants, overalls, flip flops, moo moos.. you name it! As long as there was an Alain in it, The Witch would love it!

"Tea it is then~!" The Witch bounced on her toes and spun about to rush on over towards her counter. In a hurry of course, couldn't keep Alain waiting if he wanted tea! She leanleanleeeeaned over the counter, and plucked up her witch's hat from.. somewhere. There's no telling what's back there!

"That's good to hear~! I can start making them to sell now that I know they work~!" Turning, she moved back towards Alain, violets flooded with adoration. "Even if you don't need it tonight, I can always-"

Her speech stopped. Abruptly. Alain was rather close to that door after all. Panic crossed her features, but only for about five seconds! Not like Alain noticed, right? Pretty dimpled smile back in place, she reached into the hat, and pulled out a cup of tea. No preparation, no nothing, The Witch really did just pull out a steaming cup of hot tea from her hat. (More impressive than magicians and their bunnies, no?) Looked green.. smelled like green tea. The cup was offered to Alain, but he'd have to come and get it from The Witch. She hoped it would lure him from that door, because she didn't know what was in there either!

"Here's your tea Alain~!" Obviously. "I hope you like it~!"

Violets blinkety blinked as Alain moved to the door and out, though The Witch did her best to maintain a casual smile as he did so. It would probably look scary and forced though. She'd never win an Oscar at that rate! When the door closed behind Alain, The Witch turned towards the door that led to the back room. Just what in the world was The Pumpkin doing back there?

She paced. At least for ten whole minutes before she lost patience. The Witch had to see what was going on in that room! On tippy toes she moved that way, slowly opening the door just enough to peek inside..and gasped at the sight.

A life sized Alain plush figure of sorts hung there, with various bulls eyes and 'wounds' all over him. Knives shouldn't be stuck there! And.. God, all that cotton strewn about! "Oh no~!"

The Pumpkin was going to take this a little too far... Still clad in her unmentionables, The Witch turned and darted out the front door of the atelier. She had to find Alain!

~

Outside? Peaceful as could be. Alain wouldn't see anything out of the ordinary, except Peggy the Rainbow Pegasus grazing, and she was harmless as could be. She just sparkled and ate and looked pretty.

Silence was broken however, as some odd music? started coming from nearby bushes. If anyone saw Peggy? They could almost swear she rolled her eyes and shook her head. Shortly after that music started she trottrottrotted on away.

Another set of bushes near Alain would then rustle faintly. Of course small bushes like that couldn't hide the almost 7 foot shadowy figure looming behind it...

Brushes and leaves rustled and rustled as that almost seven foot figure swayed from side to side. Slowly it emerged from behind the bushes. What was it exactly?

...it was.. well..

It was tall, wore a jacket, and was covered in clothes. There's no telling what it was honestly. Though there was no mistake about what that was in it's right.. ah.. hand.. area? A machete. That always bodes well. In the other hand.. area, was another glimmer of something shiny, possibly sharp. Hard to tell in the dark though.

And let's not forget about the barrel of a gun poking out of the slightly parted jacket. It wasn't quite aimed at Alain though. Actually, it wasn't aimed at Alain at all, just some tree about seven foot away from him.

"..a..aaa...b..."

Bang!

Shooting them would save a lot of time and effort, then again, that'd be one heck of a mess that needs to be cleaned up.

"BA~!"

The familiar shriek sounded out as gun fell out of the jacket sleeve and to the ground completely, and a ping! rang out as bullet hit blade, and the machete was sent hurtling off to the side, spinning rapidly.

Right past The Witch's face, as she picked a grand time to show up. Violets grew as wide as saucers as she screeched, and a hand shot protectively to her unharmed face. Cue the crying.

Meanwhile, the jacketed.. thing wobbled a bit. Quite a bit actually.. until finally a pumpkinhead came tumbling out of the bottom and rolled a couple feet from the jacket. "Ba~" There was another being, presumabely another pumpkinhead, still trapped under the jacket and assorted clothing though, and it landed on the ground with a thunk, doing its best to fight it's way out, but that just wasn't happening...

The Witch's crying seemed to subside a little at Alain's call. She sniffled and wiped at her face with the back of her hand, eliminating stray tears and snot bubbles and streams. So very attractive. Violets were wide as she watched him wrestle with the pumpkin duo. Sure, she *wanted* to help him out there, since her plan did go a little too far... but?

First? Jumping in would put herself in danger, and she'd probably just get in Alain's way. Second? Come on, he was wrestling! That's super appealing! Just like a guy who'd watch two girls in a chick fight, she watched Alain. Tears faded, and gaze became one of interest and intent study as she tilted her head to the side. La La Land population - Elly.

Meanwhile those pumpkinheads scrambled and wriggled and fought back against Alain. At least one did. The pumpkinhead that was not The Pumpkin tried wriggling away from Alain so he could.. well.. run away and retreat! He had no personal vendetta against the D'Mourir. He was just promised a PlayElf magazine if he helped out. But no pretty lady was worth all this!

The Pumpkin however, was a bit more aggressive, taking swings at Alain where he could. Not that any connecting blows would hurt terribly much. He did have a body of cloth after all... He'd bite at him too. Not that any connecting bites would hurt. They'd just be gross, and get goo and mush and pumpkin seeds on Alain...

In the end, Alain definitely had the superior strength, and The Pumpkin was wrestled down, shooting a nasty look up at Alain. A look that said... 'I want you dead.'

"Ba!"