PHASE I [ 9 00 ] The peace of the morning in the Residential District shatters just as the wall caves through. It’s a small segment of wall -- no more than five feet across at most. And yet the crash and groan of the metal being stretched is ominously accompanied by the distinct piercing screech of metal and another sound. A raucous noise, a combination of ungodly wailing and sharp, victorious laughter spills forth from the hole left in the wall as a myriad of ghosts and spirits erupt from the newly created exit. Characters with any type of spiritual sense will find themselves nearly overwhelmed by the amount of negative ghostly energy that suddenly floods Cerealia and characters with no sense of preservation will find any attempt to enter the hole blocked by the fiercest of ghosts, met with deadly force if they try to pass, as the ghosts won’t hesitate to do things such as reach straight into your body to try to stop your heart.
These ghosts are out for blood, and they don’t seem to stop no matter how you try to talk to them -- they just hiss out, over and over again, “Murderersmurderersmurderers.” From there, the ghosts move on. Their true target, after all, is CERES… but to them, there’s no difference between the character players and CERES. They’ll go for whoever gets in their way, phasing through walls and becoming tangible long enough to reach for characters before fading away again. Characters with special abilities will find themselves in a similar state. Their abilities may increase and decrease in power sporadically, or be completely gone. They may attempt to cast a spell only to find that the wrong spell is cast instead, or an attempt at healing may end up a more dangerous spell. Be careful with your own magical skills!
Those with items or powers specifically intended to ward off spirits will still fulfill their intended purposes when used – unless malicious spiritual energy gets to them first.
PHASE II [ 14 00 ] It seems the ghosts have more tricks up their sleeves. It seems that a not-so-friendly ghost has decided to play a game with you. It doesn't matter where you are, or what you're doing, because a moment later a voice calls out -- Hey. Can you see me? -- and once you turn your head, you’ll come face to face with a surprise.
Who is it in this world (or your world, or any world) that you have managed to disappoint the most? A family member? A friend? Yourself? They face you now, eyes full of sadness, and they say, “I need you to do something for me.” Without another word, they’ll turn away and begin to walk. Your vision grows foggy, focused solely on the need to do whatever this person wants – they need you, after all. Your legs move to follow them, unless you manage to somehow resist. But you apparently don’t seem to notice that you’re the only one who can see this person – or that they’re leading you stray toward that monorail track with the sound of the train coming closer, or that busy intersection, or right off the sky bridge.
PHASE III [ 6 00 ] Other ghosts don’t feel like borrowing faces in order to inflict damage. No, they’ll inflict their damage on a far more personal level. They manifest suddenly and without warning – then all it takes is a simple touch. A ghostly hand reaches out to you and it feels like the cold wraps around your heart, and your vision skews, and then... they leave just as suddenly as they came.
Those who have been around for awhile may very well recognize the ghosts, at that.
But the damage has already been done. Depending on a character’s assigned sense, they will feel one of the following changes: Sight: Hopefully you aren’t in the habit of bending the truth. Dead men tell no tales, they say. But what happens to a living person unable to tell lies? Any attempt at telling any lie or falsehood will cause the character to feel as though their throat has closed off, and they can do nothing more than choke.
Smell: The cold passes, but in some way that it never really leaves. And then everything seems perfectly normal. Nothing has changed, right? You're fine -- except that in a short period of time with how crazy things are, it becomes apparent that you're unable to feel pain. The damage to your body is the same as ever, but dangerously, you can't feel a thing.
Taste: It would appear as though the ghosts have a sense of humor. From those who rest in eternal slumber, try a few days of being unable to sleep. Everything seems fine at first... but slowly but surely, that lack of sleep will start to take its toll.
Hearing: Most others would feel relief once the ghosts left, finally a moment of peace. But you? You don’t feel anything – nothing kind, anyway. Rather, you have been left unable to feel joy. Everything seems either bleak or as though it simply has no emotional impact at all.
Touch: How many deaths have been caused in the name of heroics? Apparently in an attempt to keep future casualties down (or perhaps for their own laughter), the ghosts have left you unable to be brave. Suddenly, a situation you'd face fearlessly is one that has sent you running, panic sharp in your chest.
These effects will last throughout the event, if a character is caught by them.
PHASE IV [ 10 00 ] While chaos erupts throughout the city, some of the more misguided ghosts (but still bloodthirsty, so very bloodthirsty) just happened to run into the wrong part of town and don’t know how to give a proper scaring. One ghost seems to think that it was a great idea to possess a masseusebot from the Spa. You’re grabbed suddenly! You fight for your life but can’t seem to get yourself out of its metal grip! With expert precision that only a robot can mange, it finds your pressure points – and releases all that tension from this Incredibly Bad Day. The ghost inside the robot is confused, distressed -- why is this human suddenly so relaxed? It only wants to murder. But the only illegal thing happening here is how good this massage makes you feel. Maybe later you’ll walk down the street and get stopped by the ghost that possessed a balloon dispenser. Perhaps a ghost has possessed the friendly McCERES mascot, and is now handing out coupons with murderous intent. And of course, there are always the hug bots...
Look, they tried really hard, okay.
Of course... they might end up possessing technology a little closer to home as well, at which point it's not so funny.
BONUS [ xx xx ] Hopefully you have friends who have ghost-fighting skills. Or ghost-taming skills. Or ghost-bellydancing skills, who knows, we won't judge them if you don't. But what of those poor people who come from worlds where the supernatural is some weird television show? Worry not, poor souls, for CERES is here to provide! Some time after the ruckus begins, characters will find what looks to be a hand-held vacuum cleaner situated innocuously in their rooms (only one per person, you greedy gus). The logo on the side will helpfully inform you that this is of CERES make, because the paper pamphlet beside your new device? Well, it's more like a picture book. Observe Stick-Man Sully as he uses his vacuum cleaner to capture ghosts! Learn from his stellar example! Do not stick the hose in your mouth or attempt to give the vacuum CPR, there's a big X over that picture. Also of the one where Stick-Man Sully sets his captive ghosts free once more, we don't want that, do we? Your new ghost vacuum should prove effective against any ghastly ghoul that shoots your way, but beware! Should you capture a ghost and not turn in your vacuum to CERES for weekly ghost disposal, your ghost will serenade you in the wee hours of the morning with its song of choice. If you capture a whole horde of ghosts, well, congratulations. You have a boy band living in your vacuum.
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PHASE III:
[ joy isn't exactly an emotion one feels after dying and reviving, no. not to mention that she had seen simon blackquill the day before, and was led to the streets. it was then she got hit by a truck and passed away for a few hours until being recoded again.
she might be code, but the pain is real. and it's still there. so when a ghost decides to make contact with her, there's nothing new to what she's feeling. although she might be slightly more apathetic than usual. someone who's full of emotions acting the complete opposite way than normal? yeah… there's definitely something wrong.
she has complaints to bring up to ceres, and what better way to do that than to go there directly, right? so that's what she does. and because she just doesn't care at all, she just decides to fuck it and walk to the tower from the residential district.
one may notice athena walking about, looking rather lifeless. a girl wearing a lot of yellow shouldn't look so dull, right? ]
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[ ghosts possessing technology a little too close to home, huh? well, try this ai for size.
athena's necklace is now projecting a holographic display of various videos of her dying. this isn't just for her to view, either. she conveniently happens to walk across an electronics shop where there's a lot of televisions on display. these tvs happen to play the same thing that's being projected from her necklace.
there's all kinds of things to see: her getting stabbed; an electric fan blade coming off loose and flying to her neck, chopping her head off; getting trapped in a tanning booth as it malfunctions—woah, is it getting a little too close to final destination in here? sure is.
and there's nothing else for her to do but freeze. just dying once was enough. she doesn't need to witness her own death (or impending death?) over and over. athena, first of all, doesn't have the stomach for these kinds of things (WHY IS SHE EVEN A LAWYER), and secondly, she's still recovering. it's just too much for her to handle right now. ]
[ her necklace is even talking over the video! how fun. ]
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Once she's finished, she looks back at Athena. There's still the matter of the necklace... but... ]
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slowly, athena looks at ryuko, soul lacking in her eyes. ]
Oh.
[ and that's all she says. ]
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iii!!
Athena! [--but starts to stall when she notices that something isn't right. Vietnam breaks into a run to see what she is doing.]
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Vietnam, [ she says hollowly, though her voice is a tad bit soft to hear if vietnam is on the other side of the street. at the very least, she'll be able to see athena's lips move! ]
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iii
Athena, are you alright? I don't know if it's still safe out here.
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Oh, hi. [ she'd normally be a bit more cheerful than that! ] It's not safe out here. You should go home.
[ says the hypocrite. athena's a muggle and can only fight solid things, so she shouldn't be out here either. ]
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IV
And there's something really, really fucking wrong. A need to defend, a need to protect and comfort, all of that comes second nature to anyone who wears her mantle...but there's something else that hits Rei in that moment. Stark, naked, anger. The transformation is brief, it lasts only a moment, and in that instant every single television and viewing surface just winks out as a latticework of flaming wards appears on each screen and binds the spirits within. Glass cracks, plastic melts, and then it's over and Rei's back, stepping next to Athena.]
Widget, stop talking. Now.
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Thanks for that... [ she glances at the televisions which are now broken. ] I needed it.
[ someone could sound happier. ]
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III because you get two.
And then oh! There's Athena.
With an unusually serious look on her face, Ema scuttles up.]
Hey, Athena. You probably shouldn't be wandering around without one of these.
[Check the backpack? It's super cool.]
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[ athena just shoots her a blank look. ]
I'm fine. I just need to go to CERES, and I'll be fine.
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... How dull. [ She glances at Athena, and then back at her necklace, rolling her eyes before sighing. Athena is her friend, after all, so she might as well help out. ] I'll smash all of you guys in if you don't shut the hell up.
[ It's not even spoken with enthusiasm, whoops. ]
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Inaba. Thank you.
[ she could sound a little bit more thankful? she's still shaking a bit, but she manages to look at inaba with her soulless eyes. ]
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Athena. We need to move somewhere safer.
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[ she jumps at the sudden hand on her shoulder, but she could sure sound more surprised. ]
I think we should. [ she canted her head curiously. ] Where to?
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Miss Cykes?
Are you...alright?
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Iris. What are you doing out here.
[ she could sound a bit more worried or curious, but, ah, emotions. ]
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III
( At first, Mutsu thinks she might be in one of those bizarre trances. The type that has led so many of his friends to chase after so many phantoms right into danger. So when he sees Athena, walking lifelessly in one direction, he reaches out to grab her by the arm. )
Hey! Hey, snap out of it!
i'm so sorry mutsu
i expected this and i'm laughing
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III
He sets a trembling hand on his sabers and looks at the girl who is walking around blank faced. He's seen that look before. On victims and killers. Which is she? Which is she? He can't tell and he hates the feeling that brings.
She's coming too close to where he is standing, nervewracked as hell.]
What the hell is wrong with you? Are you running for something or planning something?
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I can't tell you, I'm sorry.
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IV
That is extremely disturbing. Ene is hardly squeamish but that sight makes her stomach turn, and her rage builds all over again. She doesn't know Athena well, but she's a sweet girl, someone as nice as her doesn't deserve this.
Fighting the ghosts might have seemed impossible, but technology is her turf, nobody can outhack her! So Ene exerts her powers to the TVs, trying to wrestle control from the ghosts and turn them all off. She dashes in front of Athena to block the view while she does that, shouting at her... necklace??]
Hey! Shut it, nobody wants to hear from you!
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[ they're the last words that come out of athena's necklace, and his display turns from sky blue to black, as if a tv was just turned off. ]
What. [ she blinks and looks at the tvs. they videos are definitely gone now, but she's pretty sure ene didn't even do anything? ]
What did you do.
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He hears footsteps nearby--it's not safe out here, and his eyes flutter open as he turns his head around the corner. Now...now, he can't just sit back and rest. She can't go out there! ]
Where do you think you're going?
[ He calls out from behind her, though he's really in no mood to lecture her, even if the tone of his voice says otherwise. ]
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Hak.
[ what a greeting filled with. . . well, "so much emotion". ]
I'm not headed anywhere.
[ what a big lie. ]
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