Luis
"Uuuhuhu! What a hook!" The Drama was truly entertained. So much so that he clapped some. It was less applause, and more an expression of excitement. As he released his final clap, he clasped his hands together, and prepared the next portion of his lie.

"Thank you, I will take this baton and run with it, uhuhu." The Drama nodded.

"Yes, we were in the woods at the time. I remember how crisp the air was, it was very wonderful weather. If I may drop a slight opinion," He started a truth, trying to make sure his story wasn't only a story, "I find Autumn to be the most pleasing season. I know that this may seem... Irrational, but it has the most quiet *Vibe* Out of the four seasons. It's easily the most peaceful, and I find that peace calming in the eventful life I lead." He chuckled.

"Back to the story, I believe we were in the midst of picking our berries when in the depths of the woods we heard a voice cry out to us. Now, we had never been told stories or warnings of the terrible creatures of the wood, so, being young and naive, we followed it. Deeper and deeper into the woods we went—I lost track of time. She as well, I believe. What was most troubling about that is that, though we didn't notice until it was too late, we ventured into woods so thick the only light was that of bioluminescent critters and plants. So, when we finally got tired of running and tried to look at the sky, we realized that we were not only lost, but we didn't know what time it was..." The Drama told his story.

"Then, we heard a giggle followed shortly by growling." The Drama's eyes widened behind his mask as he said this to emphasize his point. Then, his face came to a rest and went back to a smile as he parroted Amos's "Back to you, sir." With mild, teasing sarcasm.
Pearl
There was some amusement, and certainly appreciation, for the antics even if he suspected John was simply humoring him. A little effort was nice either way. He quietly folded the traveling cloak, setting it on his lap as he was not going to get sleep anytime soon as it were, and listened as the man took off with his own half of the story. 

"Autumn, eh? I'll let you know how I feel about it next time we have it. It's been almost a year and my memory is just *So* Faulty," He said, both a lie and a truth though which was which... Who knows really. "So far I've enjoyed Winter. It's cold and bitter, but nothing can hide its tracks, and everything looks serene and white once you get further out from others. Everything is muffled and quiet as well. Quite nice, I suppose, if you're feeling over stimulated."

Listening, Amos paid John his full attention in increments as his attention and focus on the world narrowed onto the story. He was quite sure they were both telling tall tales with a grain of truth in them, but whether that be in the big or little details he wasn't sure. Then again, it didn't really matter either did it? This whole ordeal was one campfire short of being a splendid time. Shame that. And shame on John for ending on a cliffhanger, though his scowl was visibly faked. He did however return the clap, chuckling, "Shame on you, and that stopping point, but leave them wanting for more I suppose?"

He paused before speaking again, "Somehow this reminds me of a book I read as a child, before I was told off for reading such fanciful things. I used to smuggle a book into my room and hide it between the wall and a wardrobe on nights I knew the moon would be full. Then I could drag it out under the window and read it. It had a, ah... A sort of creature in it that mimicked voices of recently dead, but it had no form unless it chose one. Just this oily, lightless light that of course chase you to drag you to death with it. A... Duppy. I think it was a duppy." He exhaled, "Or I'm thinking of another story entirely."

He closed his eyes, thinking a moment before speaking, "My brother was sore of course. He'd been wanting to prove himself to a nobleman and lost the chance. Worse, *I* Had taken it and made it my own. I had certainly gotten under his skin with that one, and perhaps fairly, he had made his own plans. Rather than his usual antics however of sulking, throwing things and aggression, he suggested a party to celebrate cementing common ground between the Noble and our family. A shared victory, if you will. I remember wanting to remind him that it was *My* Victory, not *Ours*, but I wasn't quite that petty at the time. Not *Yet*."

Half truths. Half lies. And as Amos transitioned into speaking only lies, he half mirrored John's own actions either intentionally or subconsciously. Maybe both for the pure theatrics of it. "So of course we get our feast together and our drink and we have a hardy round of patting ourselves on the back for no good godsdamned reason at all. We all drank, of course, but looking back on it, I must have had something else in my cup. Much of the night dissolved into a blur..." He paused a long, long moment as if he might continue, just to smile. "Back to you, sir."
Luis
The Drama chuckled quietly as Amos spoke. Something told him he was being lied to just as much as he was lying. No matter, he intended to keep tabs on Amos. He would find out the real reason later on. For now, though, he decided to accept Amos's story. As much as the cliffhanger irked him, he found it amusing, both the cliffhanger itself and the story. He was hooked in the lie, just as much as Amos. 

"I suppose it is my turn. I believe we are both going to end it here, so I will spoil it for you some, this is the part where I get my scar." The Drama chuckled and went along with his story.

"Soon after we heard the sounds, we began to panic. We tried to turn back to where we came from, but we had lost it, and began running in a completely wrong direction. At some point, we got tired of running again, and had to stop. Then, we heard the giggling and growling once more, so we bolted off again, in yet another direction. Eventually, we were both exhausted, and stopped once more. Once more, we heard the growls and giggles, only this time, I felt something burning hot in my side." The Drama touched the part of his stomach that was scarred.

"My friend, with her knife, stabbed me right here. I didn't know she had a knife, and I never learned why, but she stabbed me in the stomach, then took off. Of course, I collapsed to the ground in fear and accepted that death was to come. However, I was sorely mistaken. Whatever had been chasing us for so long pitied me, for as the giggling and growling closed in on me, the growling passed me and the giggling stopped on top of me. I didn't open my eyes out of pure fear, but I felt the pain in my side slowly subside. Then, only after the source of the giggling had left, I opened my eyes and looked around. I was at the mouth of the forest, and my wound had healed into little more than a scab. I returned home, and never saw or heard from my "Friend" Ever again... Nor did I ever return to those woods. Huhu..." The Drama knew his story was far fetched, but he had no reason to be true. Amos was just as bad a liar as he, and, at this point, both of them seemed to only intend to entertain the other, rather than speak in full truths or even half truths. After all, reality was often disappointing.