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"Izzy— Yeesh, cold," she mumbled quickly, looking down at the other girl's hand, but quickly shrugged it off and continued shaking Charlotte's hand. "Izzy Thawne. Floater."

She then jerked her thumb towards the food table. "And my food keeper... I mean, uh, mission partner over there is Matt. Used to cook in the Cafeteria, but I convinced him to switch departments! Anywho, care to join us for some food?"

"I, er, thank you!" Ix said, the unmasked half of her face lighting up in a smile. "I really like yours, too!"

"I'm Charlotte Webb," Charlotte said, holding out a hand. "And this is my girlfriend-slash-partner, Ix. ESAS."

Both her hands were now full of food (both on a paper plate and not), and she was chipmunking some more, but quickly swallowed and pushed the stuff she had in her hands onto Matt.

"For safekeeping," she said, taking a brief glance at the amount of food in her partner's hands. She then casually strolled towards the pair.

"Hiya! Whoa, that is a sweet Phantom costume!" She grinned widely.

The Aviator pushed back her wide-brimmed witch's hat with a sigh. "Been a while, hasn't it?" She raised her eyebrows and cast a subtle warning glance at a happily oblivious Zeb.

"What's your costume supposed to be?" Zeb asked the Detective. "Are you a stunt rider for a motorcycle?"

. . . said the Detective, removing his mask and tucking it under one arm and smiling slightly at the assembled agents, "It's good to see you all again. It's been a while."

"Hey, Zeb! Ave! Ellie!" called Jack over the crowd, making his way through to see them.

Charlotte tugged Ix to a stop and pointed. "And... I dunno who the other guy is."

"I think he's from World of Warcraft," Ix muttered so only Charlotte could hear.

"Oh! Warcraft guy, got it! Hi!" Charlotte waved.

Agent Matt adjusted his kasa straw hat and looked at the very thin figure in front of him wearing a Batman costume that seemed a little bit too big.

"Of all the superheroes, you've decided to go with... Batman?" He asked.

"Yep." Izzy nodded, making the cowl slightly waddle. She then cleared her throat and added in a very raspy voice, "I'm Batman!"

"Are you sure you wouldn't be perfect as somebody else?" Matt added, waving his papier-mâché staff with a Chinese lantern hanging from the tip.

"Nope!" Izzy grinned and grabbed her partner's sleeve. "Come on, let's go get the food. Being the vengeance and the night really makes you hungry!"

Zeb paused, sniffing as he inspected the masked figure. "It's the Detective!"

"Ahaha, I think you must be mistaken," the Aviator said, putting a green hand on Zeb's mane and trying to steer him away.

"Your pheromones just spiked, so I know it's him!" Zeb said happily. "Hi, Dee! How're you doing?"

"Dee, Dee," Elanor said, waggling her silver slippered feet as she tried to get down from the Aviator's arms.

...Although perhaps calling an 8-foot-tall bioengineered supersoldier a "man" is a bit misleading.

"Remind me, again, how I allowed myself to be convinced to do this," said Thoth. His helmet was off, as usual, revealing a pale face and, surprisingly, a long beard. "It will take an eternity to strip this coat of paint from my armor, and growing this beard was... an unwise decision."

Tom grinned, taking a swig of Coke. "You're the one who can read minds. I just thought it would be funny. Which it is. Maybe you have more of a sense of humor than you say you do."

Thoth's face darkened. "Had you been there, you would perhaps not think it so funny. However, I allowed myself to be convinced: Perhaps you have a point. I shall reflect upon it after the end of this... ceremony."

Tom frowned, adjusting his costume - red robes, the Mechanicum symbol, and a frankly excessive number of prosthetics. "Thoth, I am sorry for your loss. If it helps... don't think of this as a ceremony. Think of it as an opportunity to mock your greatest enemies and longstanding rivals.'

The edges of Thoth's lips twitched upwards, forming the beginnings of a smile. "Once again, you make a good point." He adjusted the fur cloak hung over his armour, making visible the wolf icon inscribed on his pauldron, which was now grey-blue and yellow in contrast with its usual bright blue and gold. "Drinking contest, anyone?"

Silhouetted against the suffused orange light of the pumpkin speaker, his masked eyes scanned the patrons, noting what each of them was wearing, how far they'd gone toward screen accuracy, what they were eating, how they were acting around the other patrons, and a multitude of other details, including where anyone could be hiding, others who kept to the back like himself, where the exits were and possible obstacles in an emergency.

"Hey, Zero," said Jack, clad in the green fatigues and black tactical jacket of Stargate Command, looking over at the Detective's theatrically-caped figure, "Maybe you'd have more fun if you stopped brooding in the corner like a sulky teenager."

"I only want to know who's in attendance and how to get out of here if I have to," said the Detective patiently, "After that, I'll talk to anyone you want me to."

"Or maybe talk to anyone you want to? It's a party-- you've gotta learn when to relax," said Jack, stepping beside him and taking a sip of the ice cold apple cider behind the unmoving Detective.

"Give me a few minutes, and I'll join you," he promised, pressing a button at the back of the mask so that the carefully crafted back pieces slid up into the transparent faceplate and cleared the helmet for removal. He messed his now dampened and scruffy hair up off his forehead and offered a small smile of reassurance to his partner.

Jack nodded, and left to go and mingle among the guests, and the Detective replaced his mask behind him.

Richard Legard was wearing a black trench coat with a gray collared shirt, black trousers, dark brown Cuban heeled boots, and a pair of red gloves. He also had a white bird-shaped mask with a black design around the eyes. The ensemble was pretty much out of a Disguise Generator. Marina Nicodelli had traded her black coat for a brown trenchcoat, the silver crucifix around her neck for a silver pentagram, and was holding a carved staff, with some cavity at the top of it.

"That's a rather easy disguise, you know Marina?" Richard said quitely.

"You were the one who gave me the idea, Richard," the dark-haired wizard said with a small smirk. "And a good one actually. And you can talk, with your DORKS."

"I couldn't find the right clothes, and... I don't think I'd have any chances of making something myself."

"Yeah. let's see if we can meet someone interesting".

Without further ado, the two of them splitted up, Richard wandering around while Marina went to the bar.

It had taken a lot of coaxing and pleading, but Ix finally agreed to sew them matching costumes. Now, Charlotte was clad in an elegant, pale yellow gown, her hair curled in ringlets. Ix was wearing a black cape and had a white mask on the left side of her face, and she was clutching a rose in her sweaty hands.

"Hey! Nice costumes, you two!" an agent said when she spotted them. "But isn't your mask on the wrong side for the Phantom?"

Ix's cheeks flushed.

"Come on, let's go find someone to talk to," Charlotte muttered, putting a hand on Ix's back and steering her away.

The PPC Halloween party was just beginning to get underway. Agents mingled here and there, some sitting at tables and chatting over food, others milling around the room, dancing and admiring each other's costumes. A long table full of sweets and snacks was set up along the back wall of the ballroom, and in the corner was a tub of apples floating in cold water. A cloud of live bats fluttered about the ceiling, à la Hogwarts, and spooky music oozed softly from speakers disguised as Jack-o'-lanterns set around the room.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12615942/1/Wildflower

Aria Breuer tells us how Aria Breuer became the Tenth Walker.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11454507/10/Salazar-Harry-Malfoy

"Meanwhile With Dumblebum"

Yes, seriously. The story is marked as "Dumbles bashing" as well (though later on, in this same chapter they call him Dumbledore, so maybe it's on purpose?). By the way, Harry is actually a Malfoy, gets sorted on both Slytherin and "Gryfinndor" (which I think would make a lovely mini-Aragog) and his best friends are Hermione and Draco (who suddenly isn't racist). Let's not go over their powers, though be warned they include something called "Magic Siphoning". Please, please, spork it.

Shorter than 500 words, lack of caps and POV heading!

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12603439/1/The-scary-book

"hilary's pov.

'ummmmm. Don't know which book to select. ' umm I think that book on the top should be the best for me. "excuse me ?" I asked."

This one's M-rated, nevermind.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12626271/1/A-Better-Dark-Lord

This one's actually only 89 words, so here it is in its entirety:

As Harry sat on his cell in Azkaban he started thinking im going to get revenge on that Weasley bitch and his whore of a wife!

As harry sat on his cell he began practicing wandless majic, occlumency, animegus form and leginimency. After 6 weeks of practice he spotted the girl while invading a guards mind and saw she was Gabrielle Delacor. Once he started practicing his animegus...2 weeks later he became a 10 foot rattle snake. That night he was planning on escaping arounf 1:00...

Here's the fic.

That's a fairly classic Persona badfic there: Uncanon character joins the fun and still thunder with his 'unique' Persona (like all the canon characters), hitting on canon characters, and questionnable SpaG. This one is 'original' though, because he's a cousin to Persona 1 protagonist.

I originally went to school at St.Merlin high, which was located in the city of Mikage-cho. Apperently there was a big conspiracy with an old company called sebec, and their branch president, Takahisa Kandori. Ever since then, the town had a bad reputation of being haunted by evil spirits, but its just stupid superstition.

But last January, I was told that I would be transferred to a different school and city. A city called, Iwatodi. A city that is runned by the Kirijo group... I think? I have to wonder though, why was I getting transferred to this type of place. "Sigh maybe it was a mistake, or maybe Naoya was worried about me." My cousin, Naoya Toudou is what you would call... a very worried person I would believe. But in the end he's always been there for when I needed some to talk to.

That said, the spelling of St. Hermelin is a bit... off.

The general idea for that mini item was to have an edit distance of 3 or more from the correct spelling. I phrased it like that so I wouldn't have to explain what edit distance was. "St. Hermelin" to "St. Merlin" has that property, so it counts.

The fic writes it St. Merlin, but the original is St. Hermelin. The three first letters are removed, but you could also say that the 'r' was misplaced.

So, fitting Number 1 or not?

Same fic as #36: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12609460/1/Shaataz-the-villainous-Captain-of-the-Uruk-hai

- Here it surged the opportunity to feed some of my men when I killed an insignificant and irrelevant orc.

Ugluk, I know you're an orc, but surged =/= served. Not even close.

hS

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12609460/1/Shaataz-the-villainous-Captain-of-the-Uruk-hai

I may replace this if I find an intentional one, but for now:

...made his way towards the green haired druid who stood

impatiently at the center of the clearing, waiting for him.

hS

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12610117/1/Elessara

"your kin have been lurking here for days something about black riders" barlim informs her and Mia takes her hood off Her hair is a chestnut brown blonde color and was cut to her shoulders and thin.

'barlim' is Barliman Butterbur, and the common way of creating minis I believe means the lowercase 'b' counts as an error (along with the missing 'an').

hS