The Party: Before Twelve, Adrian, Leon, and Open
Why he had come was... Why had he come? Maybe Leon was unhealthily curious, particularly when he heard about the location of the party, that there would be a bonfire, that the woods and their contents alone would not protect the students from what passed through them, especially if that shed had been abandoned for a reason, and that maybe it rested on some sort of lane flux that would...
Or maybe Leon had just wanted to be more social. No, he thought to himself as he crossed into the dim light that surrounded the shed, footsteps light on the detritus and small foliage like his mother's people had taught him to tread through the woods. No, he had come to ensure another Wendigo didn't replace the one that had just been vanquished. The emaciated creature of lore wouldn't go anywhere near a party where consumption was key - even if that consumption was alcohol. But he had to be sure. That idiot vampire didn't know a single thing about what he was doing to anger the spirits. Didn't know or didn't care.
By the time Leon had arrived, there was already quite a crowd gathered at the shed and in the surrounding woods, and the Voodooist had to avoid being plowed over by an over-exuberant couple who were racing to get to the bonfire, laughing and holding hands. Everything seemed normal.
Tattooed arms wrapped with handmade woven and leather bracelets, Leon pushed the sleeves back of his black sweater, hazel almond shaped eyes scanning the area. The satchel he had brought, something he was never without, was small and looped around his neck and under one arm, held close to his ribs, its contents held with a leather drawstring. Dreadlocks were disciplined and tied back in a large spooled knot at the base of his skull, some strands having slipped free to drag down his back.
There was body paint being done, from the looks of it, and Leon let out a slow breath, willing himself to relax. Body paint was one of the things he used regularly on himself, so it made sense to him why the students would want to express themselves with the art, even if they didn't have profound meaning or lore. Or magic enchantment against evil.
Stepping closer to the painting, Leon spotted Ade in need of assistance and he smiled, picking up one of the colors to dip two decorated fingers into the blue, "Need some help?"