Sorry if I've been very inactive. I've been distracted. I also have a case of writer's block. So yeah.... ====================== For All Things [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/205391162/0/0]By Splash[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/214340063/0/0]Skits of Hallows Eve: Index[/url] =====================      [b]Mark-54 and Cody Hudson [i]Three weeks prior to the Annual Skit Contest[/i][/b]     Mark is pacing back and forth in front of the brazier in the middle of the main area of The Iron Temple.     “Why are you so panicked?” Cody asked.     “The skit contest is in three weeks. And I really want to participate,” Mark replied.     “Oh, I thought is was because your feet were on fire,” Cody replied.     “What?!” Mark said looking down at his treasured Radiant Dance Machines.     Cody gave him an uppercut. Mark went flying through the air, while Cody was giggling.      Havoc appeared, “Lesson learned, never bend down in front of a Titan.”      “You're going to be [i]that[/i] person this year, aren't you,” Mark replied very pissed off as Havoc revived him.       “It’s funny, to watch you fly.”       “I’m still good at raiding, Cody.”       Mark pulled out his lucky bladedancing knife and used it to knock Cody off the side of the Vista.       “Heh,” Mark laughed, “Those skills still come in handy.”       “Your point was--” Cody asked.       “We need a good skit idea!”       “How about a skit about the Thorn?”       “You always tell stories about cursed hand canons. It’s getting old.”       “How about something about floating armor?”       “Nobody’s done an idea like that in years. Or EVER. That’s amazing. Haunted Armor.”      “You’re the master of stealth, how are we going to play this?” Cody asked.      The Exo pondered on this, “We need very old knight armor.”      “All of the places with old knight’s armor are burned down. London--”     “Paris is still standing,” Havoc said.     Cody thought for a minute, “Wasn’t Paris the most Romantic city in its heyday?”      “For some, it still is.”      Cody’s mind filled with all sorts of memories he spent two years trying to forget.      “How about no Paris?” Cody replied.      “Dude, you’re no fun. I wanted to pillage the place, if the Fallen haven’t picked it clean,” Mark replied.      “Fine, I’ll go. But for the record, I’m only going because I want to know if Fist of Havoc can knock down a building.” [b]To be continued...[/b]