"Eerie Tune in the Moonlight" CL RP

(hello)
Grimms walked to a tall, thick tree and leaned back on it as he continued to play the tune. He looked up from under his hood and stopped playing, letting out a relaxed sigh. He put away his harmonica into his belt pouch and pulled out his pipe as well as bag of dried mint leaves. Packing the pipe with a good amount of mint he went to get the matches from his pouch. Realising he had none left, Grimms grunted, “you have to kidding me.” Grimms let his head hit the tree with a thud.

Grimms blinked then once more to make sure he was seeing things clearly. “Yeah, that is floating goo, and why am I not surprised,” Grimms thought to himself. He cleared his throat and straightened himself up before asking, “you wouldn’t happen to have matches on you?” holding up his pipe. “I forgot that I ran out,” he muttered, more to himself than the being before him.

“A you?” Grimms said, smirking. “You’re a weird little guy, ain’t ya? Talkative too,” chuckling. Grimms put the contents of the pipe back into the mint bag, as well as his pipe back into its pouch. He pulled out his harmonica again “and for what I am? Well I’m not sure” he said, tapping his harmonica on his chin and humming to himself again. “Can’t say I’m human anymore” Grimms sung, studying the floating creature. “My name is Grimms, by the way. So who and what are you?” he asked pointing his harmonica at him.

It grinned and laughed. "Anymore? How weird! I'm a me, and this "me" is called A. Nice to meet ya by the way. Hey, that rhymed! What's with that weird thing in your hand... Claws, anyway? Oi, that rhymed again!" After smiling like an idiot, it drew a small bit of goo from its body to shape a finger mirroring Grimms', and pointed at the harmonica. It didn't notice the new arrival sitting in the trees. (Should we do an order, like Grimms, Perrie, then me, or a free-for-all?)

((Cool lets keep it going))
“Oh, this?” Grimms said, tossing the harmonica in the air and catching it, “It is a harmonica.” He brought it to his mouth and played the same tune, and as he did a light flickered, catching his keen eyes. ‘Someone is up there, do we have a little party going?’ he thought, looking back to the being called “A”. He stopped playing, tossing the harmonica up and seeing yet another person come in to his view. “We having a little party out here! I hope someone brought chips and dip, or some bloody matches,” Grimms said, smirking, showing his teeth. “Or this might get boring,” he added, folding his arms over his chest. Almost wished he brought a deck of cards, but mostly wished he had some damn matches.

Alyxrie grinned. "Armomika? That thing is so silly!" she whispered to herself. She carefully floated from branch to branch until they were directly above the space between the smoking- no, 'Grimms", and the strange new figure. She wanted to have a peek around those strange beings' minds, but felt as if that would cement her status as an enemy and lose the chance of friendship she had with them. Alyxrie was precariously balanced on the branch now, and if she lost her balance all of a sudden she wouldn't have enough time or the forethought to keep herself from falling by levitating. She didn't have any hands with her and she didn't notice now the scarf pulled around her head starting to slip and the flickering glow of her hair grow brighter.