//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ xx xx ]
Your first day will go normally enough, even if some things at work or school will behave a little oddly. Nothing too major, but enough to give you a sense of unease through the day.
The real fun begins when the evening is in full swing, because things will feel even worse than before. Objects will disappear and reappear in the wrong places, your HoloGM at home or the workplace will decide to suddenly flicker into strange shapes and frightening objects before turning to normal, and who threw that lamp??
If you were planning on spending an evening of peace, well. We hate to be the bearer of bad news, but... on the positive side, there's a fun stream of spooky shows to watch?! Just ignore the possibility of someone joining you... or not. Ignoring a guest isn't nice, you know. Will you run into the arms of a lover or friend, or run and hide? The choice is yours.
PHASE II [ xxxx ] You're going to really not like what comes next, deep into the hours past 3 a.m. Hope you're not a cranky sleeper, because you may want to be up for this. Your Cerevice will blink a strange message that will merely read "W A R N I N G" and flicker to normal before you feel that your privacy has been completely compromised.
Or at least haunted.
Because the next thing you know? Ghosts. Lots of them. And they're not going to wait before giving you chase and letting your senses take the hit. Of course, you might just get lucky and not be visited by any of the ghosts at all- but then again, things will just continue to make you jumpy and spook you out throughout the time the others suffer. Hope you weren't counting on a lot of sleep. And as for those of you who will eventually become victims of your unfriendly visitors, well... hope your friends are around to help. Your CereVice certainly will.
PHASE III [ xxxx ]
What a rotten week. If you haven't been visited by your ghosts of eternal damage, you're going to have a nasty week at work with things going wrong and everything just points at you. If you have been hit by a ghost, you're going to be suffering the after-effects throughout. The good news is, your CereVices will do their best to compensate for what you did lose. You can voice activate them or touch activate them, or have them give you textual directions. Your healer friends however, can come in very handy and attempt to fix you up- and may even succeed! Though some effects may be stronger than the rest. Even ViViD will have some intriguing new stages that may put your recent condition into focus and have you work through them to gain a better boost.
Just don't be surprised if it isn't entirely effective, but hey, remember when we said having friends is a good thing? Hope you've been making some, because they might just be the only chance you have against suffering this alone.
PHASE IV [ xxxx ]
As the week draws to a close, the effects of the hauntings will start to wear off, and surprise and joy, things will seem normal again. People won't be experiencing any irritations and jumpy situations at home anymore, and all will be well.
Then night will fall and they'll come again.
For those of you who were lucky enough to escape, the only trouble you'll have is the screams of horror and the frightening situations your friends are in (did we mention you had to make friends?)- you may have to get out of bed to help, hunt around- and probably put your life on the line.
Because those that did get affected, will be dragged into a place of horror and fright, of shivers and quivers- Vidia's Secret: Premium Lingerie to suit all tastes. A beast of horrifying proportions awaits there, ready to tear your friends from limb to limb, so we do hope the captives are prepared to fight, or die trying.
PURGATORY [ whyo'clock ]
You died while fighting against the final boss. Sucks, but it happens. That's why you're here, after all. There isn't much, but make yourselves at home. The surroundings will look pleasant enough, little recovery huts with some cute digital medics of all types waiting in there to help you out. After about 12 hours in Ceres time, the characters will step out of ViViD and be given gift bags with "You Tried" stars on them, each containing a sexy set of lingerie (and animal onesies for anyone below 16) and pampering materials like bath bombs, chocolates, candles and shampoos to take the trauma off the last few days. For those that survived, they'll be getting the same, as well as "Well Done!" stars on their bags (and an extra massage coupon)- and all parties will recieve a little note contained within reading: "We're sorry, have some gifts. You can blame one of your own for being too curious, though. Remember to read the instructions next time, and don't go on witch hunts!"
For those exploring Purgatory, just relax and enjoy the view. Also, your characters might have woken up wearing the lingerie or onesies during their "recovery treatment"... we're sorry they're the only clothes they'll get until they leave. :(
[ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with trigger-y or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ]
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[He's definitely looking pretty sour this week. Whether it's at work at the gym or anywhere around the city, he's got a grimace on his face.
Of course, the fact that the ghost burst his eardrums might have something to do with that. It wasn't pleasant. He's not happy. Not at all. Mostly because he murdered his own ghost, handy dandy magical sword assisting with that (not that that helped his hearing at all), and he wants to help other people with their ghosts too.
Sure would be nice if he could communicate that. So you might get this loser coming up to you with a grimace, and a message typed out on his phone--]
If you need help removing your ghost, point it out to me. [Well, at least he's not wasting words.
Otherwise, feel free to pester him wherever.]
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[He has his hearing back, which is great. It really is. Except--well, he's also gotten a little overconfident, upon finding that his sword could also cut ghosts alongside things like Orochis and monsters. Handy. (Maybe ghosts are monsters, he's not too sure about the classification status there--)
Regardless, while he's wary, when that creature shows up, instead of fleeing like a normal, sensible person, his hand reaches for his sword and draws it, and he goes for it, slashing at the creature--and going right through it as if his sword wasn't a magical cheating sword.
That's bad. He staggers, and the monstrous ghost creature raises its chainsaw, so if you want to help or call Sousei a moron, now's the time--
Or he can be found staggering down maze-like hallways a few moments later, hand pressed to a gash in his shoulder and looking even more sour than before. Incredible.]
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He'd tried stabbing the ghost -- long shot, but it was worth a try -- and setting it on fire, but neither had worked. Fortunately, since he couldn't hear it any longer, it was easy to ignore.
So it follows him, as he stands in the shadows near a busy area, watching the people stagger around blindly or be yelled at without noticing. But something else catches his attention. The Yamainu captain approaching people with his device out, and then after a moment, drawing his sword and slashing the air. ]
The legendary Abe exorcist techniques?
[ He would otherwise let it pass, but he's in a terrible mood, and he is actually curious. ]
not here, just ignore me
tenka who's tenka
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Sorry for the wait! I'm in and out of airports today, so I'll be a little slow still.
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ota!
[ For the first couple of days, Yang had been fortunate(ish). She'd been seeing things, flickers, totally creepy faces, and as much as she liked a good scary movie, this was just getting awkward.
Nearly getting pegged at work by a bottle that no one claimed to throw had been another thing, but she's starting to realize things are worse than they seem. People staggering around blindly, ones who can't seem to hear her-- if you're one of those poor souls, maybe you can catch Yang on her way back from her bouncer job and see if she can lend you a hand.
Because the next time you see Yang, she's just kind of aimlessly... tipping from side to side like she's drunk as she makes her way along, not bothering to apologize to anyone she bumps into.
If this happens to you, or if you're concerned about her sobriety, you may hear a voice that sounds a lot like hers-- right behind you. Fellow invisibles, she's probably just talking to herself. ]
... There's more of a sway in my hips when I do it, right? This is just sad.
[ phase iv. ]
[ Okay, she's officially over all of this. Seriously. Yang's not the screaming type, and she certainly isn't wasting her breath on screeching, but she's... a bit in trouble, you could say.
Which you can see for yourself if you risk venturing into a lingerie store at this time of night, because Yang goes flying past like a rag doll, hitting the wall closest to you, and then the floor. Don't mind the slash on her leg, she's-- certainly not, trying to push herself up with a muttered growl after a minute. But she's seen better days, and what good is activating a Semblance that makes her stronger via hits when she can't hit back? ]
Cheater...
[ That chainsaw noise isn't exactly faint, either. ]
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Shit.
The noise is grating, and unnerving, despite how he shouldn't be able to feel fear. He drops to one knee by the girl. ]
Can you run?
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OTA
Edgeworth IS awake past 3 AM, but not because he was burning the midnight oil. Nah, he just needed a trip to the bathroom. Ha ha ha. But he doesn't miss the WARNING signs as he emerges from the loo, as he keeps his CereVice close at hand. A chill runs down his spine; what was next after his pens disappearing and reappearing in his kitchen, or his paperwork mysteriously disarranged despite being painstakingly organized? What was this crazy colony up to now?
When he looks away from his CereVice and glances at his apartment, he sees the Oculus, hovering there malevolently, and as his hand reaches for his saber that isn't there because he's in his pajamas, everything goes black. Though his eyes are wide, all he can see is pure darkness, and as he lunges forward to where he thinks the ghost is, he stumbles forward onto something - he isn't sure if it was his satchel or whatever, HE'S BLIND - and makes the famous cry of frustrated, angry prosecutors - ]
Nnnnggghhhooooh!
[Anyone in the apartments may have heard him scream, and the subsequent crashes and bangs as he desperately tries to find his way through his apartment for his saber. Once or twice he thinks he puts his arm straight into the ghost - instead of feeling thin air it is as if his arm passed through thin jelly or something. But it's really hard to grab hold of the Oculus when you don't have the advantage of sight.]
[PHASE III:
Despite his blindness, Edgeworth will still be out and about. He will attempt to continue his investigation of the city, feeling his way through with a polished black walking stick topped with a shiny metal handle engraved with a fancy pattern. Of course, he is in no position to appreciate how classy that walking stick is. Since he really isn't used to walking around blindly, every so often he will trip on something he missed on the ground, or nearly run right into a wall.
UGH. He is not in the best of moods.
Alternately, you might find him in the gym in the virtual training area, learning how to fight without his sight, relying only on his hearing and touch. You never know what Ceres is going to throw at you next while you're like this.]
[PHASE IV:
Edgeworth has his sight back. That's the good news!
The bad news is, he has been dragged to a lingerie shop by a bunch of ghosts and is facing the major big baddie. And he has learned the hard way that none of his moves and powers work on it. Instead, all Edgeworth has done is attempt to stick his saber into the ghost's leg without any success, create a shower of electric blue sparks that barely fazes it but has left him a little winded.
Instead, Edgeworth decides to make a break for it after realizing that he can't hurt the ghost. But it's rather hard to make a break while gripping his mangled sword arm (complete with a white handkerchief wrapped around it to stem the bleeding), limping (and that's where his cravat went, to his injured leg), and ignoring the blood trickling from the top of his head and a cut down his cheek...yeah uh he's going to need some help getting out of here alive. Thankfully, since he could still think lucidly, the injury to his head was probably not that serious.
Maybe he'll just. Try to hide somewhere and call for help.
FOR THIS OPTION you can either run into Edgeworth while he's still trying to fight Mr. Chainsaw Ghost or while he's bleeding from a dozen places and fleeing the scene.]
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He has been running from the ghost and locating people trying to fight it (with no success), thankful that his sight has returned. So when he does come across Edgeworth, bleeding and injured, his first reaction is to sigh. ]
Master Edgeworth. Please hold still.
[ His Persona flies down to levitate beside them, and places its hand a few inches above Edgeworth's forehead. A golden rune circle appears under the man's feet, emanating light and warmth.
In a few seconds, Edgeworth's wounds would have healed. However, any blood loss would not be compensated for. ]
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OTA
[Blake was definitely feeling on edge, and it only intensified as the day progressed. Flickering lights, items being thrown, and objects disappearing and reappearing, all without anyone nearby to be responsible for it. She couldn't explain it, but for someone with Blake's background, she just continued on into the later hours of the day. The faunus remained outdoors as the evening came. She wasn't sure to what make of it all, and was still on guard, but that didn't stop her from wanting to do a bit of investigating.
She stayed near the house, doing a bit of scouting in the streets. Blake then paused for a moment, taking out her communicator and checking for what the others had been saying. As she scanned through the network, she noticed the flickering lights once again. Oh, and that sure was a trash can being knocked over on its own.]
This is going to get old really quick.
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[Though Blake had no shortage of physical training and combat experience, the actual loss of one of her senses was something that she hadn't yet gone through. Neither set of ears worked, leaving her utterly deaf. It was a surprise, definitely, though it seemed like she wasn't the only one being affected like that.
She'd be keeping her CereVice close by, using the text feature to communicate with others when necessary. In fact, now would be one of those moments, as she walks up to someone and holds out her device with a message already typed out.]
Do you have a moment?
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Though Sooha is fortunate enough not to have been affected, he's seen no shortage of people who have, and it's no surprise to him to be pulled over by someone who he's pretty sure needs his help.
He reads the message quickly, nodding his head, assuming the girl is mute. ]
Mm, do you need something?
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super open!
This is.... incredibly stupid.
Sight is something very important to Takakage - his main mode of gathering data about the situation. Without information, he cannot formulate plans, and without his sight he cannot function properly. What a timely reminder of how easily vital things are taken away. Luckily, his Persona's dungeon scanning abilities can be vaguely transposed into daily navigation. It can act as a sighted guide, but only to a certain extent - and it was definitely better at sensing humans than inanimate objects.
Which is why he has given up on walking long distances and relies on his Persona to get him away from traffic (a byproduct of crossing roads). You may see a blue humanoid figure carrying him fireman-style and floating through the air, depositing him on the roadside a few metres away from the apartment blocks. He tries to take a few steps towards the door, fails to perceive a can rolling down the road, and trips.
Down he goes. He still has enough reflexes and internal balance left to not get hurt too badly, but there might be a new scrape or bruise somewhere on his arms.
Not being able to see is extremely troublesome.
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The first thing anyone should do in any battle would be to collect information about the enemy. Unfortunately, quite a few people do not usually do this, and as a result end up rushing at the monster which he now knows to be completely impervious to conventional types of damage.
His Persona has healing and buffing abilities, so if you are injured he will be at your side to heal as soon as he can. And if you are attempting to fight the ghost, he would pop up and pressure-wash it straight in the face.
"This creature is immune to everything. I suggest you run."
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On hindsight, the reason he wasn't given any clothes upon waking up actually sounds marginally sensible, due to various biology and resurrection-related quirks. But it doesn't make it any less awkward. Which would bring to mind the question of how he could get his old clothes back. This is certainly very troublesome.
Especially since someone seems to have mixed up the different genders' gift bags, or whatever those things were called. Instead of some proper Japanese sleepwear (he assumes those are for men), he gets something like this. But it's better than going without any clothes... right?
Right?
There isn't much to do here other than look around, so that is what he does. For a digitally-generated platform, this one is remarkably peaceful. By pure force of habit he spends quite a lot of time by the side of the pond, absent-mindedly stirring the water once or twice and watching the dragonflies fly about. His Personal floats about in the air above him, occasionally gliding down when the breeze threatens to make his clothes malfunction. A man wearing women's clothing is already questionable enough, but this...
... it's almost tempting to go for a swim.
"What do they want with us, and this?"
He says this half to himself, testing the water with one foot.
Phase IV
The British nation would try to find out later, as he was currently preoccupied with something. He had followed the group of people who were being dragged away by ghosts to Vidia's Secret (so this was what the coupon was for) and gotten himself involved in a battle. His gun did little damage to a being that was already dead, and he'd managed to earn a gash across his chest for his troubles.
He now is seated on the floor, leaning heavily against the wall as this strange figure attempts to heal him. "Yeah, could've used that information before," England says with a grimace. "Where'd that thing come from?"
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Purgatory
HELLO
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[ naturally, Zara is an extremely light sleeper, especially with everything on his mind in Cerealia. He's sitting at a desk in his room, browsing through his phone with rapt attention. The future certainly makes it easy to learn things - easy when you're halfway asleep since it's three in the morning. Eventually, he becomes a little thirsty, and so, he gets up to get a glass of water from the bathroom sink.
What happens next is exactly what everyone who walks into the bathroom at 3AM hopes doesn't happen: there's a hideous figure floating in the mirror when he sees it out of the corne of his eye, and it screams before he does - ear-piercingly, and quite literally. Zara's delicate rabbit ears burn up in agony, and he grips them desperately, knees buckling. Then it all disappears.
Almost literally. The pain smolders, but there's no sound, and no ghost, either. ]
What...? [ is what he says, he's sure, but he hears nothing. So he says again, louder: ] What in the world?!
[ anyone else, you may be woken up by Zara shouting. ]
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[ did you come to the hospital to have your unusual new problem looked at? or maybe you just happened to get punched in the face on top of everything else? No worries, Zara is here for you. Kind of.
Being deaf doesn't actually affect his ability to heal people, but it does affect his general mood, as well as his patience. Especially his patience. When your cute bunny-eared nurse comes to your room, it'll be with backturned ears and a whiteboard in hand. "What's wrong" is written in an elegant cursive script at the top, and he will hand it to you with nothing more than a tired look. ]
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[ whether he lived or died is irrelevant (he lived, for the record), because there is a much more pressing issue here. The gift bag is not enough to make up for the humiliation he's facing right now. Mostly because none of it is anything he can cover himself up with.
Suffice to say that Zara is currently crouching in a bush with just his head and ears poking out of the top and looking very, very red. Even he has limits on the kinds of shame he can endure, and being in public in something so frilly and pink is way over that limit. ]
... Please. Can anyone spare me a coat?
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It doesn't mean that she's entirely alert, however, as she fumbles out of bed and tries to reorient herself. Still, Mary's making good progress on getting to the source of it--
Until something large and wispy and utterly terrifying zooms right at her. Her scream is a startled, choked one in harmonious counterpoint to Zara's yelling as everything abruptly goes pitch-black around her and she...
... crashes unceremoniously into the wall right next to the bathroom. ]
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[ Being in a new place was difficult! Ayumu didn't really care much about anything, so generally... settling down shouldn't have been a problem. But that didn't go so well. What was supposed to be a peaceful evening for dinner and brooding turned into an evening of suspense. Cupboards would swing open, and he'd suddenly find kitchen utensils on the floor. He didn't even use those! As much as he hated to admit it, he felt fear. It was stupid to be afraid of "ghosts". Why be afraid of something that you can't see?
That's what he thought until he found a strange reflection off the spoon he was cleaning. Was it a something, or a someone? Either way, he wasn't going to stay in his apartment for long.
Maybe this was a good time to actually talk to people. He was taught how to communicate properly by his "friend". Time to put what he learned into action!
Which is to say, he likely looks like a hobo outside the hallway in the apartments. He's just waiting for someone to pass by so he can try not to show how freaked out he is about his own place. And when someone does pass by, he waves and says: ]
I'm an official Cerealia bed tester. I need to check your beds.
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[ Losing your sense of hearing isn't the best thing, but when you're new and you have people barking at you at work for "messing up", it's a blessing.
To him, nothing of value was lost. While he loved music and being able to play the piano, he knew well enough how notes should sound like that he doesn't really need the rely on his hearing. He didn't even have a piano, so doing his favourite thing in the world didn't matter at that moment.
What mattered was that he was out shopping, and stopped by one of the food stalls. He wasn't sure what he wanted to eat, but he knew he at least had to put something in his stomach. He had no craving... maybe he could use some suggestions.
He types on his CereVice: Help a fragile and poor man in need and holds it up, hoping at least one person would stop. ]
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Hobo 2 is currently heading back to his apartment, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets and shoulders hunched over like a little old lady, when Hobo 1 calls out and Hobo 2 stops and turns his head slowly. Shinjiro's never heard of a job as dumb as bed tester and even if he had, he's not gonna let someone who looks as sketchy as him into his apartment.]
No. [REJECTED.] Check someone else's bed.
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[ Killua's already had the fun fun experience of being kicked out of his own body in private, but he is definitely not done being pissed off about that. It's hard to properly express just how extremely ticked he is when he's pretty much incorporeal, though.
What is there to do when you can't go kill something to let off some steam? Be the voice in someone's ear, of course. The obnoxious voice in someone's ear. ]
Hey, you. [ A beat, where if Killua still had a face to glower with, he'd be glowering up a storm. ] Yes. You.
[ Where is that voice coming from? Right out of thin air, kind of like one of those ghosts that's been haunting the place, huh. ]
( PHASE IIIB: we are not who we are )
[ While Killua's occupied being a mind without a body, the body is keeping itself busy by getting into all sorts of trouble. The ghost at the wheels is out and ready to party hardy, who cares what the real Killua would do.
Some white-haired kid is coming up and... yep. That sure is fake-Killua going in for the hug. Awfully cuddly, isn't he?
And nearby, a voice is not pleased at all: ]
Augh, stop him!
( PHASE IV: we don't need no thought control - closed to Gon )
[ A chainsaw-wielding murderer is honestly not the worst thing in the world to wake up to, in Killua's opinion. In fact, after having spent the week without usable hands, let alone a body, Killua's practically overjoyed to see the ghost because he has hands to punch it in the face.
The problem is that punching it in the face doesn't seem to have much effect. Neither does clawing it in the face or lightning bolting it in the face. Killua's less relieved to be letting off some frustration now as he's getting kind of worried about how nothing he's doing is even giving the ghost pause.
After his latest attempt at inflicting massive bodily harm (lighting-charged claws to the gut, usually a sure way to eviscerate someone), he jumps back, out of the ghost's reach, and comes to a stop, panting a little with exertion as he glances over to Gon. ]
Nothing we're doing is working.
( POST EVENT: and now for something completely different )
[ Having survived, Killua has been awarded one "Well Done!" baggie of prizes. Prizes that he is not impressed by at all.
Sorry if he's in the way, but he's too busy staring at the cute tiger onesie he's just pulled out of the bag, hoping that he can set it on fire with the power of his mind. ]
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Which naturally means that Gon is loathe to give up this fight. ]
There's no such thing as somebody who can't be beat, right? That means there must be some trick we haven't thought up yet.
[ Which means that nope, he's not ready to throw in the towel yet. ]
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open!
[SO THINGS ARE GETTING WEIRD AGAIN oh boy. Oz, as a relative newcomer, has yet to be initiated into the Shitty Events Club - though he's heard plenty about them, and that's more than enough for him to be throwing his guard up as soon as things start going on the fritz.
But his caution doesn't manifest in tucking himself away indoors as it probably should. NOPE, instead he can be found out and about, trying to locate anyone who might be struggling. They're probably gonna be struggling even more once he shows up though, considering his vortex of bad luck makes him an excellent target for haunted frisbees. In fact, there goes an empty coffee cup that had been set down on top of a nearby trashcan, whizzing its way toward YOU, INNOCENT BYSTANDER, since Oz sure did duck.]
Sorry—!! Sorry- [...] That wasn't me, though!
[Just in case they think he's some sort of hooligan. BUT SO HE WILL CONTINUE...]
phase iii
i: the one-man rudeass ghost show
[—Until he gets got by his own shitty ghost, who promptly runs off with his body. WOW, how nostalgic...
If you're a particularly unfortunate soul, you may find his possessed body before he does. It's still smiling even though he isn't the one piloting it, but there's something about that smile that's just a little off.]
Oh— Are you doing all right out here? Things are getting a little hectic...
ii: rude ghost ft. frazzled disembodied voice
[THERE OZ GOES, marathon sprinter, aiming for the gold!! He (or his body, at least) careens down the sidewalk, perhaps rudely smacking into poor helpless people or maybe parkouring over them in a grand display of physical fitness.]
Hey!
[AND THERE GOES... Oz's disembodied voice. It's definitely coming from several feet away from his body, which KEEPS RUNNING - or trying to, in the case of potential collisions.]
Could you catch— ...me!?
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Oz...
[ The relief is brief in his voice, since after puffing out a few breathes, he makes an exasperated noise, and his tone returns to its usual, sour tone. ]
I'm fine. Let's just go. Even if it's not that damned cold, being out is a stupid idea.
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iii-ii idk too many i's
i just realized how unnecessarily difficult i made that
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3-2 BREAKS THE I CHAIN
THE CURSE HAS ENDED
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iii-i ... LMFAO
ZZZZARA
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[Having been exposed to supernatural goings-on from a very young age, Raidou isn't so much frightened by the ghostly activity in his new quarters as he is annoyed - and not a little homesick, which only irritates him further. He'd been coping with his new circumstances via the time-honored tactic of Not Thinking About Them, and this sudden... invasion? infestation?... is unfortunately undercutting his efforts.]
[Still, he supposes that's no reason to be needlessly antagonistic. Truly angry ghosts are much less pleasant to deal with - although that doesn't mean he can't try to set some ground rules.]
If you're going to stay, I'd very much appreciate it if you'd refrain from breaking anything. I don't suppose you'd be willing or able to tell me what's keeping you from rest, would you?
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[Having his sight abruptly stripped away had been an unpleasant surprise - made more so by the offending ghost's refusal, or inability, to tell him exactly why his sight had been stripped away. Was it a fit of random pique? Punishment for his failure to stop the Flamines from destroying his world? Residual anger about the panda (which may or may not have even been real - Raidou still isn't entirely clear on that)?]
[Regardless, his sight is gone, and doesn't seem to be coming back any time soon. Healing spells hadn't had any effect, and Raidou had had to spend a good part of the morning reassuring Inugami that his inability to heal Raidou's blindness was not a sign of inadequacy on Inugami's part. Inugami had still insisted on staying by Raidou's side and acting as his eyes, which Raidou appreciates, although he suspects Inugami means it as an act of penance for his "failure."]
[As helpful as Inugami is being, though, Raidou knows the demon can't act as his eyes all the time, which is why he's decided he needs to train himself to do without; at least this way, he'll be prepared if his sight doesn't come back. He's still not entirely comfortable with ViViD as a whole, but if training there can help him he'd be foolish not to use it.]
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[He barely has enough time to register his surroundings - a lingerie shop? really? - before what he's dearly hoping is the last ghost they have to deal with this week attacks. Fortunately, he has his sight back, so he isn't too worried - at first, anyway. He dodges its attacks fairly easily, but when he tries to counterattack, he's unpleasantly surprised to discover that the damned thing is absolutely impervious to harm. Not even Gdon's strongest spells work; his own sword, magically enhanced as it is, has no effect on it whatsoever. It's like his first battle with the Apollyon all over again, right down to the whirring sawblades - although at least the Apollyon only had the one.]
[When the ghost attacks again, he doesn't escape unscathed, although he does manage to avoid having his head taken off as he dodges, taking the first opening he sees to put some distance between himself and it, with Gdon fleeing alongside him. He knows it must rankle for her to retreat like this - he doesn't like it, either - but attempting to directly fight an invulnerable opponent such as this one is suicide, and she's smart enough to realize it.]
[Now if they can just get far enough away for him to safely summon Inugami for healing. He'd rather not end up bleeding to death in a place like this, thank you very much.]
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[ Because if he is, she can well assure him that she wasn't the one breaking things. And as for rest, she was dearly love to catch a full night's sleep of it. ]
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PURGATORY
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Unfortunately, he has even bigger problems to worry about, but hey, this lady who ran through him owes him now, doesn't she? Besides, she's in perfect grabbing reach, what with having run right into fake-him. Controlled his-body. Whatever it is. ]
Nevermind, get him! [ His rogue body, he means. Which is currently making kissy faces at... is that a picture of a basket full of kittens? Ugh, this is the worst. He's going to be so happy that she can't actually see this. ]
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open!
[Jenna is uneasy throughout the day, but she assumes that it's because she still hasn't adjusted to being in the colony. It has to be the reason, because what else could it be?
(Fear us revere us comes to mind and she shivers. She is walking home, and she quickens her pace because right now she wants nothing more than to curl up under her blankets and fall asleep and hope that tomorrow isn't as freaky.)
She doesn't get very far before she sees something out of the corner of her eye and ducks to the side on instinct. There is a shattering crash and she gasps, looking at the shards of a... flowerpot? In the middle of the street? Her expression twists into a scowl and she looks around wildly.]
—who threw that?
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[It's only been getting weirder and weirder as time goes on. She has seen her fair share of bizarre occurrences in her time, but this is something entirely different.
Truth be told, she isn't sure whether it is cruelty or mercy that has spared her some of the worst effects of the rampant ghosts. Jenna herself has not been possessed, but she's seen what's going on with others, and it bothers her right down to her core. If she can help, she wants to.
So at varying points during the week, she can be found wherever people are with a strange creature perched on her shoulder. If anyone seems to be having a less than stellar time of it, she'll approach them.]
Are you hurt? At home, I'm a healer— There may be something I can do...
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Not being able to see is terrible. It means one falls down a lot more often. His Persona can heal superficial wounds, but not his eyes. ]
Ah, thank you. [ This woman can speak and hear, and her body is intact, so she might not have been affected. ] Were you visited by one of those ghosts?
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I have a— um, a boy...
[ Yeah, that's what we're going with. The word would have been boyfriend - probably - but she's cut off by an angry shout from. The air.
Cutting herself off in turn, Anri looks left, right, behind her, up, down toward her feet. Apparently she's expecting Shinjiro to pop out from under her shoes. ]
here's your fruit
iii... i really shouldn't BUT I WILL
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[ Normally, Hokuto doesn't really care for these things. He has people to keep track of and to keep safe, so reacting to things like some cold or some ghosts is nothing he does. Well, in the first place, he's a ghost as well, so in the end, that doesn't particularly matter. He's sort of in his element.
Until one makes him lost his ability to see while he had been on his way to work. That's not the best thing ever, because it makes him walk right into things. Walls, doors, trashcans, people.
At least he's on the way back home to his apartment when he walks right into you. ]
Sorry. I didn't see you there.
[ To be honest, he doesn't sound very bothered. It's more like he just wasn't paying attention, and not like he's entirely blind. ]
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[ He had honestly not expected that---being grabbed b something snake like or something of the sort, while he was trying to sleep. Blasting energy at them had not worked, but as usual, he had been weirdly composed, even if he was definitely tense.
On the other hand, he was not incapable of fighting, and he can't exactly just give up and let himself get killed. It was possible---he was already dead, and hurting him was harder than it was to hurt normal people, but his soul could still be terminated. And he couldn't let that happen.
With his sight back, it was fairly easy to see and avoid what was coming. Not entirely, because it's been a while since he fought a ghost gone bad, but at least it wasn't a poltergeist. Though poltergeists were possible to lethally harm, which seemed pretty hard to do this time around.
If you're in the of getting hit by the chainsaw and you look like you won't be able to handle yourself against it, he'll pull you out of dangers way. As usual, he's not too concerned with the situation. He has bigger priorities than worrying; he'll heal fairly soon despite being a bit bloody from a few gashes, anyway. ]
II
Watch out!
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[ This was not what he had expected to see. There were so many things that he didn't want to see, but seeing Sasaki-no-Danna was.... heartbreaking. That was the best word for it, really.
Kagemitsu is a very emotional person, even when he tries not to be, and seeing the ghost of his dead family and friend is hard on him.
So, in the middle of a street, he's hunched down, curled around Poko, and he's crying, and whispering apologies to the ghost, into Poko's fur, while Poko licks tears from his cheek. ]
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[ He's tried not to watch any ghosts after being upset like that. He couldn't handle more of the same.
Which was why he didn't see the ghost wrapped in chains and sheets coming until it had stolen his form, and he was invisible. He hadn't realized it at first, because Poko had still known where he was, but the thing looking like him went around like normal, trying to act like Kagemitsu. Poko, on the other hand, is not treating it like it was Kagemitsu. The tanuki hisses and growls irritably and as threateningly as she can in her small form, at the ghost, and sometimes bounds over to Kagemitsu, who is really relieved that she does. ]
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Hey... here.
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ota
[If you encounter Nice when his hearing's gone, he's in a very bad mood. He could be found grumbling to himself, and rubbing at his ears (as if this will help), and possibly shouting at someone. He doesn't really know how loud he is at this point -- because he obviously can't hear himself...
And if you don't see him doing that, he'll be sitting around probably in a really inconvenient place for your character, messing with his headphones. He puts them on, and tries to see if he could get them to work -- moving them around his ears before looking at them. Nice knows that it's not the headphones, but he's hoping that something would happen to make his hearing come back. Here, he probably looks more like a kicked puppy more than angry.]
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[OH GOD HEARING AGAIN IS SUCH A BLESSING.
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But fighting that monster-thing definitely is not.
On figuring out that just using his Minimum isn't as effective as it should be, he'll be tearing through the halls as quickly as he can. He's not exactly looking where he's going, so he'll run into a couple of walls, shelves, and people -- as long as he knows that the thing trying to kill him is behind him, he's okay. At least, until he can figure out what to do with it, so literally thinking while running was his best possible option.
If he spots anyone, he'll yell out a quick "better stay moving!" before sprinting off again. There's blood going down one of his arms too, but he's ignoring this for now because he doesn't want to lose more than just a little bit of blood.]
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Kaoru, however, is also of the rude banshee-suffering variety and has more or less adjusted to deafness by now (about as much as a person possibly can adjust to suddenly being left bereft of a sense, anyway.) This means taking to walking with a notepad and pencil because texting takes waaay too long for someone so ye olde. Both of these items are promptly whipped out as soon as Kaoru comes to a stop, and then, after a few seconds, a note will be held up within his line of sight. The scrawl is elegant and tidy.]
Are you all right?
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[What a horrid night. Not being able to see was simple enough to get around. But when he made contact with a certain idiot, it was simple to tell who it was. Picking out yourself in a crowd was one of the easiest tasks a human could perform and Archer was well beyond that.]
What god has decided to curse me today?
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[Shirou's really worn out from this. He looks and sounds tired unlike Archer who doesn't seem to be phased by this at all? Super senpai is the worst]
I take it you didn't come here to discuss nothing. What's on your mind?
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[ The arcade is mostly empty when Yata leaves ViViD. Being a game tester was exhausting, but fun. However, he thinks tonight in particular might have taken a toll on him. Did he see a ghoul just now? No, it's just his imagination, right? It's probably the lighting, haha!
The holograms flicker again and he punches the guy right next to him. Sorry if it happens to be you. If you're a girl, he might be on the other side of the room instead, letting out a high-pitched scream. ]
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[ If you're one of those people that keep screwing up at work after the haunt, Yata will be more sympathetic than usual. His actions speak loud enough for him, so the next time you nearly fall or seem to be distracted, he'll help out. At the very least, he'll type on his Cerevice (which he wears like a watch) and try to ask: ]
u ok?
[ because yo... he totally gets it. ]
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Punch back, of course. Or, well, almost, Killua at least manages to reign in his instinctive fist-through-sternum-to-tear-out-heart and stops his hand, nails edged into pointed, knife-sharp claws, right before he would have cut through the guy's shirt, into skin.
That doesn't stop him from glaring or even looking the least bit sorry, though. He's too indignant about being punched for no reason in the first place. ]
What was that for?
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hi yana pretend i'm not late, phase i
i'll pretend you were the first
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OTA
[ there's something funny about waking up in the morning and your metal prosthetic being gone. and by "funny" we mean "not funny at all", because hiccup had simply put it down for one moment and then... poof!
after turning their house upside down, he's on toothless' back, looking very.... one-legged, and moving around town. if anyone's awake and also about this evening, they'll get one very odd question from the boy on the dragon: ]
Uh--hi. Yes, that is a dragon. [ for those that look like they're going to ask. ] More importantly, I have a probably odd but completely serious question. [ so that's out of the way: ] Did you happen to see a... I don't know, metal leg around here?
[ phase iii ]
[ there's nothing great about being haunted by a scary spooky ghost and having your body taken and being left invisible. but getting yourself out of inconvenient situations is what technology is for! sure, there are some things about hovering cerevices that hiccup doesn't know what to do with, but there are also things he does know what to do with!
so people out today will see a dragon lightly shoving a blank-looking viking boy's body forward, and a floating cerevice beside them, with a piece of paper taped on it with this poorly drawn dragon-doodle on it:
pointing at seemingly blank space beside them. don't tell him he could just directly draw on these smartphone doohickeys. ]
Dragon, body-thief and disembodied voice coming through! [ voice from seemingly nowhere as they walk by. not!hiccup is going to fall over from resisting being shoved forward gently by toothless, but the dragon manages to catch him by his vest in his mouth. ] Nice catch, bud.
[ phase iv ]
[ okay, well, if there's one thing hiccup's good at it's getting out of sticky situations without dying. of course, dragons don't wield chainsaws and they're not indestructible, so this is a bit of a learning curve.
learning curve being that he's hiding behind the racks of lingerie, wondering what he ever did to deserve this. for those rounding the corner where he's hiding, they'll get the nice greeting of a clothes hanger thrown at their bodies.
oops. ]
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I haven’t seen anything like that.
[ Not that she would know what it looks like off of Hiccup’s leg. Looking up, her eyes dart left, right, as if expecting it to suddenly appear on some nearby curb or bench. The search only lasts a moment. ]
I’ll, um, keep an eye out. [ Because that sucks, dude. ] Are you alright?
[ As usual, her expression indicates absolutely nothing. ]
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OTA!
It had been a busy day at the shop. Ruby had been so focused on repairing tools and the machines around the shop that had been acting up for seemingly no reason that she never noticed when things were thrown at her. It was mainly dumb luck that kept her out of harm's way. When something was thrown, she'd bend down to get another tool. It wasn't until she returned to the apartment that she noticed anything. On her way, a potted plant had been dropped from a window, nearly hitting her if not for her reflexes.
"Did... did anyone else see that? ...Or am I just going crazy?"
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Ruby had been relatively lucky in all the commotion. None of the ghosts had actively attacked her like they had Yang and Blake. Still, she had done her best to help her team however she could. That meant getting little sleep and lots of coffee. However, when she decided to try and get some sleep alongside her teammates who she had assumed had gone to bed early only to find empty beds snapped her back into Huntress mode.
It took her less than a minute to have her hood and Crescent Rose ready and she was out searching for her sister and friend. When she heard the chainsaw coming from the lingerie store, she didn't bother with thinking about the consequences and just blasted through the door and through the floor. As she jumped down into the basement, she put herself directly in front of the creature, hopefully distracting it.
"Are you okay?" she called over her shoulder to anyone there.
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Putting yourself in front of an invulnerable creature is extremely dangerous. So as soon as Ruby comes within his Persona's scanning range, he mentally sighs and sends it forward to intervene.
A blue humanoid being comes floating up over the racks. Regardless of whether Ruby decides to engage the chainsaw ghost, it throws a bright orb of light at the ghost's head - which explodes, giving the Persona enough cover to manhandle (?) Ruby away from its line of sight. Its grip is firm, but steadily weakens as it moves. Unfortunately, it lets go after only about a metre.
"Over here!"
Takakage's voice comes from somewhere off to the side, behind a wall and some racks.
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I mean phase iv whoops
No worries~
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phase i!
[WHERE DID THIS KID COME FROM it's a mystery... Summoned by the sound of someone in food-related agony and starving, maybe?! Or, more realistically, he was on his way to the convenience store and just happened to hear her Distress Call and sped up a little to catch up with her. Snacks tend to go by fast in a house full of hungry kids, so he understands this feeling...]
Are you cold, too? [The blanket...] I can show you where they sell really good soup if you are!
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it's a tale O_O
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[ It was cold, rainy, and Peggy breathed in the crisp, fresh air with a smile before lifting her umbrella to cover her head. The cinema was just letting out and, while she still wasn't quite settled enough in CERES to fully appreciate the downtime, she had enjoyed the film. It was a bit more what she was used to, after all, and not all that flash, bang, and explosions that the more... modern films seemed to tote. Yes, Invasion of the Booty Snatchers had been quite enjoyable compared to some of the other things she had seen.
Stepping down onto the street, she nodded to someone, maybe even you as you pass her by on the street. ]
Some weather we're having, isn't it? It's just about right to enjoy a good flick.
[ She smiled benignly as she vaguely tried to place the other person or even outright did so thanks to previous conversations. It was all the same though because, even if everyone had gotten more then a tiny bit jumpy the last few days, it was no reason to be rude, was it? Someone had to try to keep things in perspective and worrying over the state of one's mind wouldn't do anyone a bit of good at the moment. And Invasion of the Booty Snatchers was just as entertaining as any of those other modern flicks with too many special effects.
And, if that wasn't enough to hook one into idle conversation, the fact that some ten feet past said person, Peggy suddenly stiffens, her scream stifled suddenly as she collapses on the pavement
ruining her good dress in the process, as a hooded figure looms over her. Of course, no one else can see him, unless, perhaps, you too are gifted with a sensitivity towards sight. In that case, it might be best if you run. ][ bonus ]
[ Peggy stepped out of the game, her bag labeled "well done!" in hand and she had to take a moment of pause as she readjusted her eyesight to the brightness that had been lacking for the last week or so thanks to all the storms and gloomy weather. ]
That's a bit strange; I don't quite remember entering ViViD this morning...
[ She creased her brow and then shook her head, stepping out of the way as some other person walked dazedly out of the center. Opening her bag, she started to pull out something, sheer, lacy and—blushing, she immediately dropped it back into the bag before clearing her throat and smiling at anyone who may have caught her nearly showing off her undergarments in public. ]
Yes, well. I suppose that's one way to say thank you.
[ and hey, at least they found a red to match her favorite lipstick. ]
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Needless to say, he had a lot more free time than he was comfortable with. More than he'd like to admit of it was spent trying to track down Loki, and while he would spend every moment he could doing that, Peggy had managed to convince him to take a break and join her at the movies.]
I agree, this really was a good idea--
[His gaze had moved from her, just long enough to step over a puddle, when he heard her stumble. He spun back around, ready to help her up when he saw the creature above her.]
Peggy!
[It was frightful, sure, but he didn't hesitate to strike out at it, attempting to get it away from her. Only, that's all it was - an attempt. His hand went right through it. It dematerialized some, but it came back quickly enough, now turning on him.
But he would much prefer that. If he could keep it's attention, giving Peggy room to get up and away, that was fine by him.]
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[For those that can see, there is certainly an odd sight around the shopping districts. A young girl with pigtails stumbling around, feeling at the walls and doors and robots and anything she comes across- almost as if she can't see, or something. How odd. This is accompanied by some dark muttering under her breath, something about killing, bastard her eyes.... but before she can get into details (and it sounds like she may), a poor unsuspecting cleaning robot happens to pass by, startling her--]
[--And getting viciously kicked over with a loud CLANG. It seems this girl has a bit of a temper, much like water is just a bit wet.]
[Regardless, she freezes up at the sound, then seems to realize that attention will be drawn her way, and within seconds she's taken a deep breath to scream:]
KYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! Soooo scary!
[Truly, the poor thing must be terrified, kicking over small, unsuspecting robots.]
[ phase iv. ]
[It seems the hauntings aren't quite over. Many have been dragged to Vidia's Secret - even, apparently, this girl. Who looks a bit too young to be spotted in a place like this. Oh, well. Doesn't seem like the chainsaw enthusiast minds]
[Anise whips out her wand and peels the odd-looking doll off of her back, diving behind a rack of bras to avoid said chainsaw - but the jump is hasty, and the rack wobbles, causing a few bras to fall off and land directly on top of her, one draped across her shoulder and, ahem, a bit lower]
[For some reason, this causes her attention to be momentarily snatched from the chainsaw revving monstrosity. She looks down at her new feminine accessories]
Oh! Did I get bigger?
[IS THIS REALLY THE TIME, ANISE]
phase iii! huhuhu
Anise—! Are you okay? Did that robot attack you...?
[But halfway between "that" and "robot", the tone of his voice seems to shift into something a little less certain. The poor cleaning droid is so very tiny and wheeling its little robot wheels in the air helplessly...
If he had hands to help it up with, he would be doing exactly that right now. THIS ROBOT IS STRUGGLING SO HARD.]
1/2 omg aki
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Riza Hawkeye || Open!
As if this place wasn't making her twitchy enough. She still didn't understand the technology that made this place run, but she was getting used to it. Or at least as used to it as she could. Things were starting to seem somewhat normal for her.
That was until she was woken up by the warning on her Cerevice. She wondered what was going on until she heard something else in her apartment. Without a word, she grabbed the pistol on her side table and went to see what was going on.
She stopped for a moment as she looked at the door to her apartment. She wasn't sure if she heard someone trying to get in or not, but a second later, someone did come in. Without hesitation she fired a shot, aiming for the head of whatever was coming for her, but it didn't do a thing. She didn't dare try to fire a second time since she didn't want to accidentally hit someone.
She heard two screams, one was her own and the other had to belong to whatever had invaded her apartment. As quickly as it had started, both she and the creature had stopped screaming. Everything had gone black. She couldn't see.
"Damn it," she muttered as she carefully set her pistol on the floor. The last thing she wanted to do was try to shoot someone when she was blinded. Taking a deep breath, she headed out. Maybe someone else had experienced something similar. She moved slowly and carefully, keeping her right hand on the wall as she walked. "Is anyone there?"
[Purgatory. Oh noes, she died.]
Being unable to see left her unable to really fight. She needed her sight to be able to shoot properly. She could barely get around blinded. At least, not without some help.
At least her death had been quick. But waking up in Purgatory was still a shock for her. She had been laying on a bed in a small hut when she woke with a start, reaching for a weapon that she didn't have.
She could see. At least she could see again. After talking to one of the medics, she learned what had happened. While she had been talking to the medics she realized what she was wearing. She never would wear something like this on her own. And she didn't have any other clothes with her and no matter how many times she asked she wasn't able to get anything else to wear.
Sighing, she headed out to look around. Might as well see who else was here.
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He wasn't able to save everyone, though, as much as he tried.
Even after waking up again in this Purgatory place and finding everyone safe and sound, it wasn't easy. He always hated when he let people down, and when people died.... He was supposed to be better than that. He knew he couldn't always save everyone, but that didn't make it any easier.
Which is why he was out on his own, clearing his head about the whole mess, when he noticed Riza walking near by and what she was wearing. Or...what she wasn't wearing, to be more precise. Lucky for him, he was still in the pajamas he had been dragged out in, just a simple t-shirt and slacks, but he could tell pretty quick she was a bit uncomfortable.]
Riza? Hey, you alright? [he's a gentleman and not even letting his gaze wander.]
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