"Shinobu!" You called out. The woman had hunkered down the butterfly estate for the day. It looked like she had been making preparations for a massacre. Tables lined out as makeshift beds.

Sure, halloween was shitty for slayers. Demons concealing themselves as old, ancient folklore. Disguising their beastly faces as papermachet masks & plaster-crafts.

But this seemed a bit excessive. "Shinobu! Cmon! We've got a meeting soon!"

"Would you not be so loud?" Shinobu hissed.

The estate's wide, mahogany doors swung open with an eager whine. Shinobu stomping around as if her boots had been contracted with cement, or tar.

Her usual figure tenser than normal. Her muscles clenched, & her molars clamped down on one another. Her jaw was as stiff & sharp as a knife.

Her hair was frazzled with the infirmary's humidity. Rushing around all day, she had neglected to open any sort of windows to let in the easing, autumnal winds & breeze. Chafing at the wind chimes just outside of the estate's doors.

"Are we preparing for war this halloween? Or did i miss a mass Slayer attack?" You called out to your huffy lover. Scaling up the large amount of beds, & cots. "Shinobu, this is a lot."

"You should've seen last years. This is perfectly reasonable." She stated, promptly. Out of breath, & what it seemed like, was out of time. Her chest broken out into an outrageous fit of burning, anxiety-induced hives. The rash stretching up the leeway of her collarbones, & neck.

She looked exhausted. Shinobu swallowed, thickly, & begrudgingly rubbed at the raw skin of her chest. She slid her pale hand below her uniform buttons.