[ One of the most important things about attending a party is making an entrance, and Hamelin knows a thing or two about entrances. They'll be no possium-spiders this time, but walking through the proverbial door dressed in a crisp white suit with the rest of his famiglia in tow is a sight all the same. The last time they dressed up like in public was a particularly ominous affair, but it's fine—there's probably not going to any public executions on this party.
If you were previously acquainted with the Pied Piper of Hamelin you'll notice one difference: he's grown out the rest of his hair and cut the rat tail, his hair tied up into a high pony tail for the occassion. He also hasn't managed to lose his new eye yet, which might be a miracle in itself considering that none of House Grimm was equipped to live in the year 2009 in American Suburbia.
His demeanor is also much the same, for better or worse. ]
So this is what it's like on the other side, huh. Do you think there's a host to this party? I could play one if there isn't~.
Hamelin | Ozmafia | Once Upon
If you were previously acquainted with the Pied Piper of Hamelin you'll notice one difference: he's grown out the rest of his hair and cut the rat tail, his hair tied up into a high pony tail for the occassion. He also hasn't managed to lose his new eye yet, which might be a miracle in itself considering that none of House Grimm was equipped to live in the year 2009 in American Suburbia.
His demeanor is also much the same, for better or worse. ]
So this is what it's like on the other side, huh. Do you think there's a host to this party? I could play one if there isn't~.
[ He's probably joking. ]