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//EVENT023.EXE

Who: Everyone + the ghosts of Christmas past the ghosts who aren't the ghosts of Christmas past
When: OOC: 12/16 to 12/23 ; IC: 4/22 to 4/26
Where: All around Cerealia
What: We have some new friends visiting.
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for violent and dangerous situations; please let the mods know if the rating needs to go up or the log needs to be locked!




//event023.EXE



The metaphorical sun is shining today -- until it isn't. All of a sudden, there's a creeping sensation up your spine, and the sense that something bad is coming. The day seems a little darker. And those closer to the source who are in their homes in the residential district will understand that sensation better than anyone.

The pure of heart throughout the city who have been feeling under the weather lately will suddenly feel a terrible sense of all-encompassing dread overcome them. A loud metal groan will echo throughout the city as once again, the city undergoes surprise renovations. But today it is not what has been keeping the residents in – but rather some surprise visitors who have wanted out.

And there's a message on the wind, one that might be heard for anyone who listens hard enough...


Murderers.

Murderers.

Murderersmurderersmurderers.

//SCENARIOS.EXE


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.


[ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with sensitive or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ]

//RUN.EXE

Welcome to Cerealia's DECEMBER event! Please visit the OOC information here, and should you have any questions, feel free to ask them here! You can also check the FAQ for more general inquiries. This event will last from 12/16 to 12/23, or IC 4/22 to 4/26. Should this event log hit Captcha, there is an all-purpose overflow here. Thank you!

mombastic: (Clean bill of health)

[personal profile] mombastic 2015-12-16 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Another symptom... she's known that the sight of creatures like this could probably cause panic attacks, but from the way he'd worded it... could it have done something additional then just showed up and startled him?

Otome matches her breathing with his, to encourage him to keep that up, and turns her attention to Steven's hand. She moves her other hand over and begins to work on rubbing and kneading the tension out of his fingers. ]


There you go. You're doing very well.
yourotherleft: (talking)

[personal profile] yourotherleft 2015-12-16 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[he looks only slightly offended for a split second] Of course I know what a damn camera is. I meant...how'd you make that thing disappear?
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[personal profile] geophile 2015-12-16 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ if he were feeling normal, he'd almost feel embarrassed that he needed to be calmed and soothed like this. but while his breathing is finally beginning to regulate, his heart is still pounding.

with his grip on her hand palpable, he manages to swallow down the panic enough to speak. ]


...Thank you.

[ he feels like he'd be a goner if she didn't drive that ghost away, and like he'd be going insane if she didn't talk him through this. just the thought of those creatures... it makes him grip a little tighter. ]
failures: (✎ oh crap)

OTA!

[personal profile] failures 2015-12-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
I

[It all starts out as a normal day for Larry. Groggily brushing his teeth over the bathroom sink, he's getting ready to pick up several Cybuddies that he has to petsit until evening. However, the ear-piercing screech of...something going on outside nearly makes him choke on his toothbrush! It goes clattering into the sink as he jerks it out of his mouth and staggers to his apartment door to figure out what the hell that was.

At first, Larry doesn't really notice anything wrong. He can't see the hole that the sound came from right away, nor can he sense the oncoming mass of spirits. He definitely sees people freaking out though...that's weird...

As he's trying to process his surroundings, that's when it hits him. Something rushes past with amazing speed, sending chantings of murder as it goes. It's followed by several more similar rushing shapes, and several more. Larry nearly falls over from shock, managing to grab onto his door handle for support. Okay, as much as he wants to just nope back inside, his experience with this place tells him it might not be that easy. So he turns to someone nearby who seems to actually be interacting with the murder wind.]


Hey! Heyyy! What the heck's goin' on here?!

II

[As terrifying as wandering around with ghosts around every corner is, Larry really does have his job to get to. He needs to keep it, it's the only way he's able to afford potential dates! So after cleaning up, he ventures out.

That was a mistake of course, because it doesn't take long for a particularly nasty ghost to prey on him. A mere couple blocks away from the residential district, he stops dead in his tracks when a voice calls out to him. Just hearing it sends a chill down his spine.

It's his own voice, and he's damn sure he didn't call out to himself.

But when he turns, Larry Butz is exactly who he sees. The likeness is incredible... Incredibly freaky, that is. It's like he's looking directly into a mirror that isn't there, only while Larry is extremely frightened by this turn of events, the other Larry seems on the verge of tears. The other Larry wants him to follow, and the worst part of all is he actually does end up following it, partially out of fear as to what it'll do if he doesn't, and partially out of morbid curiosity as to what the hell it is and why it looks so sad...

That was mistake #2, naturally. Eyes focused solely on the ghostly mirror image of himself, he doesn't notice that it's leading him straight toward a slight ledge that drops into oncoming traffic below.

Thiiis is a problem. Hopefully someone's nearby to notice this guy seemingly trying to walk himself to his doom.]


IV (post-III)

[You'd think after that horrifying fiasco, Larry would want to just go lock himself in his apartment for the rest of the day. And...you'd be right, that's exactly what he's planning to do now that he's managed to pick up the Cybuddies he's watching today.

However, the ghosts don't intend to make his trip home any less awful. First, a particularly creepy ghost decides to just pop out and touch him, nearly making him faint from fright. Then, it turns out not even the Cybuddies he's watching after are safe from the vengeful spirits. Said spirits dive right into the robotic animals and set their sights on Larry.

These two things combined lead to...well, for anyone passing by, it looks like Larry has been pinned down by two of the cutest Pomeranian Cybuddies as they aggressively and lovingly(...?) lick his face. Larry, meanwhile, is screaming in terror and is too paralyzed by fear to just...push them off of him.]


H-HELP! HELP ME! THEY'RE GONNA KILL MEEEEE!!

[Oh boy.]

wildcard

[Choose your own adventure? It's sure to be a hot mess with Larry involved.]
majinken: (pic#9644501)

phase ii;

[personal profile] majinken 2015-12-16 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[it's been a hell of a stressful day already... and it looks like that's not letting up anytime soon.

stahn's making his way across the sky bridge just to get where he's planning to go, but whatever thoughts were in his head are completely lost when he sees otome inching towards the edge of the bridge that way. there's an immediate panic that comes with it, and he sprints over. he doesn't even question that there's a demon there—he can tell it's not his enemy, nor is it hers.

(he can ask questions later)]


Otome! Otome, snap out of it! [stahn reaches for her arm to grab a hold of it and at least stop her in her tracks; he's at least prepared if she gets too close to pull her back properly. why is this happening?]
refuses: (YELL•disco...sticks.....)

phase i!

[personal profile] refuses 2015-12-16 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ the other teen, he briefly recognizes from the video as he flees from his own group of ghosts, from a few passing glances in his brother's workshop as gengar's ball was in the process of getting fixed. hiro doesn't go ignored, and neither do the ghosts that torment him. them, because silver's had his own fair share of overlapping whispers of murderer when he's never killed anybody, he's never been responsible for anything like that.

( yet the faint gnawing at his conscious wants to twist and turn his perception. has he been responsible? there are things he'd rather not remember as a child, and while he hadn't a single thing to think of it rationally, he does. his father was a crime boss, and he knows of far too many things he'd rather not— ) ]


Don't lump me in with them

[ he hisses out, batting the entities away with growing frustration, and the weasel like creature at his side is just as fierce, fangs bared and hissing, spitting wildly like a cat would as he swipes and yowls at the ghosts to leave his trainer be. it gives enough time for silver to move away, for him to go to hiro and grab his shoulders, quickly pulling him to the closest wall along with him and flattening against it as much as he could, an arm held slightly upwards for any potential blocking needed ( he isn't above firmly holding hiro there either, if he thinks about moving ). he isn't particularly gentle or warning about it— he just knows to get out of the way, and desperately wants to be free of them— even if it was for a few moments.

and to leave hiro there, despite knowing so little of him— it felt wrong.

as he said, don't lump me in with them. he wasn't like his father and he never would be. ]


Punishment!

[ weavile gives a threatening yowl, a lunge forward as claws are out to his sides, glowing a faint purple— until he lacerates the air, and propels to the ghosts a wave of energy that cuts through their bodies and immediately makes their darkness disperse.

only then would silver let him go, when the chants of whispers go silent and the air, despite the eeriness and tenseness in his shoulders, goes still. weavile quickly dashes back to them, checking them up and down to make sure they're both okay. if silver cared enough to help, it's more than enough for weavile to pay attention. ]
mombastic: (The doctor is in and adorable)

[personal profile] mombastic 2015-12-16 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
You don't have to thank me, [ quite sincerely. She remembers doing this to Koharu, and she'd done it for so many frightened patients who were so terrified of death on the operating table... this, by now, is second nature to her. He still seems scared, though, and Otome doesn't think letting go of him just yet would be a good idea. Not when he's gripping her hand so tightly. ]

... Would it be better if you went inside? Some water or tea couldn't hurt.
adornmental: (but have you considered not)

iv!

[personal profile] adornmental 2015-12-16 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ahhh, you better hold onto that guy! If he lets go, you're gonna go floating off into the sky.

[Just like Taroutachi, returning to the heavens...

BUT REALLY, Leon is so tiny that Kashuu is actually mildly concerned about this?! That's the only piece of advice he has to give, though, and he's quickly stepping in to cut through the pressurized tubes that keep the robot's arms moving.]
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ota!

[personal profile] perfectdisaster 2015-12-16 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Phase III
[ He hadn't actually seen who it was he'd run into, but they had found him at what was probably the best possible time: when he very nearly walked right out in front of an oncoming monorail car. He didn't recall much about other than that they'd been wearing white robes -maybe some sort of shrine maiden?- but they'd reached out to grab at his arm, and it was like being slammed into the heart of Epyon's brand of ZERO system with no warning and no prior experience. That pause as he froze in his tracks for just a moment is what ended up saving his life, only to have him immediately back up in a panic, the little girl forgotten in favor of getting out of there.

As soon as he's put some space between himself and the monorail that nearly turned him into a hood ornament, he's left trying to puzzle out what just happened and wandering down a street in the shopping district. He's usually the quiet type and doesn't particularly go out of his way to initiate any sort of intentional physical contact, but the moment a robot dressed in a mascot costume to advertise a restaurant jumps out in front of him...

...he's screaming bloody murder and bolting, ducking into the first place that seems safe enough, wanting to get as far away as possible. After he stops feeling like his heart is going to explode in his chest, he'll peek out of hiding to pose a question to whoever happens to be nearby. ]


Is it safe now?

[ In fact, everything from the sudden sounds of explosions in action movies on tv screens and the street cleaning robots mistaken for mobile suits lying in wait, to transport vehicles rushing by and store mascots has him on edge and wanting nothing more to cower in a corner somewhere. So many little things easily distinguished from flashbacks of war now bleed together to where he can't separate them, and instead of telling what's real from what isn't, he's falling apart and running away.

Well, except for the mascots. Those things are scary enough on good days. ]



Phase IV
[ It was just a slightly possessed gumball dispenser that spit out its wares at everyone who passed by, not quite seeming to understand that gumballs are not lethal. Sitting near the entrance to one of the streets of the entertainment district, it was technically not a threat.

Was. Past tense.

Because now it's full of bullet holes from the clip emptied into it in a panicked frenzy when it made the mistake of launching them at a Gundam pilot who, thanks to an encounter with a white-robed ghost, was now pretty much afraid of his own shadow and carrying a weapon he had to be backed into a corner to even draw. But it had thrown something at him and while his first instinct was to get out of there, he'd backed up between a bench and a lamp post and freaked because he was trapped. Ten rounds later, he's tiptoing closer, wanting to check and see if it's safe now...

...only to have another gumball spat at him.

Throwing the gun at it (he'll regret that later when this is over and he either has to find where it went or buy a new one), he makes a frantic beeline for whoever looks like they could take on the evil machine, cowering behind them, face ashen, eyes wide. ]


You have to kill it!


Bonus
[ If there's somethin' strange in your neighborhood
Who ya gonna call?

..........NOT HEERO!


Once he figured out how to make the ghost-sucking dust buster work, and actually managed to catch one (read: scream and flail without accidentally shutting the thing off and having to make a run for it because his hands were shaking too badly to get it to turn on again), things didn't seem quite so bad. It was like having some sort of magical talisman against an evil force, but not knowing how to use it - just having it was comfort enough. Finding someone who actually knew what they were doing so that he could follow them and hide while they took on the Big Bad Whatever would've been even better, but until that happens, he's got his own Mission Impossible thing going on, ducking behind things, lying in wait... and staying there until whatever has him panicking had passed.

By now, he knows it's unreasonable and silly, but he can't seem to muster up the courage to take on things that should've been so easy to tackle. Reflecting on his actions over the past few days -the shopping district, the gumball dispenser...- he's pretty sure CERES has it out for him, but doing anything about it requires a strength that right now, he's fresh out of.

And so anybody wandering through the gardens might spot him hiding behind a tree or fountain, dust buster in hand and trying his best to ward off... well, pretty much everything that seems threatening. Approach with caution lest he try to vacuum you up. ]
Edited 2015-12-16 04:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] geophile 2015-12-16 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ he wants to say "but i do", to be as calm and charming as he usually is, to even flash her the slightest of smiles, but he can't. just being out in the open where another ghost could attack them at any time fills him with a dread so strong that he almost loses it again.

but her suggestion - the fact that it's a possibility brings him an almost desperate hope. he needs to get somewhere safer, and fast. ]


Please- [ his voice cracks along with another tight grip, and he can feel the pain in his chest flare. ] Anywhere but here.
refuses: (pic#9687696)

phase i!

[personal profile] refuses 2015-12-16 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's the sudden duck that silver gives from the incoming swoop that has his companion on offense— a creature that surpasses sneasel's previous height and array of plumage hisses, not appreciating the near dive bomb it has on his trainer, and with fur bristled, feathers in a riled ruffle, weavile's claws begin to glow, lunging at the demon without another moment to lose—

it's only when silver hears that voice and catches the sight of the demon does he try to recall his pokemon, halfway on the attack and not looking like he'd ease up so quickly. ]


Weavile wait—!

[ he tries, though. ]
Edited (link blarging!!!) 2015-12-16 04:02 (UTC)
awfulsentimetal: (that I could be a kind-a-human)

[personal profile] awfulsentimetal 2015-12-16 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
IV: do they make robots what are crazy?
[What happens when a tech savvy ghost tries to possess an antique automaton running a custom OS that hasn't been modified since the 80s? Short answer: nothing good.

The Spine has no warning. He's in full control, and then he isn't. Everything stops, the tall automaton going offline mid-shoo, his arm comically frozen halfway through flapping his fedora at a ghost. A moment passes in which absolutely nothing happens.

And then his photo-receptors brighten from their dull standby glow and he lumbers forward, jerking and twitching like a man possessed. Which is fitting, considering that he is. The ghost seems to be having a hard time steering the heavy robot, throwing him forward rather than walking, making him stumble like a drunk down the street. It doesn't have the hang of his voicebox, either, emitting static and half-formed syllables instead of the chilling chant--murderersmurderersmurderers--that it means to. Steam billows into the cool air.

The ghost pitches him down a side-street and forces out a frustrated yell. This machine is all cogs and gears, copper tubing and rubber hoses and wires. What good is it? What good is it? It lunges clumsily for the nearest warm body, silver fingers grasping like claws.
]

ooc note: rabbit will be popping into threads to minimize damage! i don't intend for the spine to actually seriously hurt anyone, but if you'd like it to happen PM me and we can work something out
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phase iv!

[personal profile] refuses 2015-12-16 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ they were waiting for anything. for the darkness of another entity, for another person to have completely lost it— silver would have considered being much more on his own back in the day than he had now, and while his preference still remains to share his space with the weasel that walks with him and nothing more— he offers a passing hand, where it's needed. what goes around comes around.

being on edge was already stressful— when you had someone running right for you, it makes you think a ton of things, and silver nearly jumps while heero scrambles over to him, weavile taking a step forward to give an extra look ahead and be ready for any attacks needed.

except that isn't threatening at all, and for now it's just there, as any dispenser would. silver feels his shoulders shift awkwardly as his glance falls down towards the boy behind him ( in which, after a few moments of hard looking, he recognizes from his first day here ).

um.

how does he put this. ]


. . . That's a gumball dispenser.

[ fear not, trembling heero, you are not seeing any ghosts!! ( or so silver thinks ). meanwhile, weavile is being quite expressive with how much cowering you're doing there, other boy, staring at him at possible eyelevel if he's crouching. ]
mombastic: (Well that sure looks... demonic)

[personal profile] mombastic 2015-12-16 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
All right. If you're willing to tell me where to go, we can get you home.

[ ... But he's going to have to stand, and she wonders how stable his legs are going to be. Otome may be a little more resilient than most would think, but she's not very strong-- and definitely not strong enough to carry a grown man. ]

Can you stand? You don't have to let go of me, but we'll have to move.
mombastic: (Sit down and take off your shirt)

[personal profile] mombastic 2015-12-16 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Six... all right! [ ... That girl's eyes are... glowing... okay, she'll ask about that later, if at all, but for now! She's going to fire off a wind-- no, apparently it's decided to become a Megido instead, which actually turns out for the better. Ghosts don't seem to like Almighty attacks. ]
braavado: (I'm a little new to this okay?)

III

[personal profile] braavado 2015-12-16 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[The moment Korra sees the message from Hiro, she finds some secluded niche out of the direct chaos to clutch at her CereVice. Whatever she might be feeling at the moment isn't relevant--Hiro wouldn't be sending something like this if it weren't urgent.

Hands shaking, both from exhaustion and worry, she types out a reply:]


Where are you? What happened?
mombastic: (Hmmmmmmmmmmmm....)

[personal profile] mombastic 2015-12-16 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ The grip does halt her moment, but Otome doesn't respond at first. Even with her progress hindered, she gives no indication that she's heard him, lips moving almost soundlessly. ]

Koharu...

[ Kazfiel, similarly recognizing that this human doesn't intend to hurt Otome, speaks up now, voice echoing despite the relative hushed tone.

"She's behaving oddly. I believe some creature may have placed her in its thrall." ]
yourotherleft: (gdit sanji)

[personal profile] yourotherleft 2015-12-16 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[now, Zoro's gotten used to robots. He's seen them around, mostly ignored them for the past few months. But he's not aware that some of them aren't native, or that...well, this could happen.

He's wandering past, one hand resting atop his three swords just in case, because the whole place has been more than a little crazy, when one of the robots he usually ignores just lurches at him, yelling inarticulately. He startles and jerks to the side to avoid it, operating under the assumption that it's mostly harmless and just weird.
]

Gah! Get off, asshole! Leave me alone, go do your robot things.
mombastic: (I'll jam this stethoscope in your throat)

[personal profile] mombastic 2015-12-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Weavile? Otome's not familiar with the name, but the similarity to Sneasel is easy enough to detect-- and she blanches, because starting a fight here is the last thing she wants.

Kazfiel isn't quite quick enough to avoid that slash and he falls back with a bellow something that might be rage, if-- ]


Kazfiel!

[ If Boss Lady didn't sound so firm. The demon relents, flying back over to her, and Otome releases a quick breath, rubbing her forehead. ]

I'm sorry... that was my fault.
adornmental: (moebow)

iii!

[personal profile] adornmental 2015-12-16 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Kashuu's basically a ghostbuster back home despite being a spirit himself, so all of these spookyass spooks are definitely No Bueno and he doesn't particularly want to let them linger. So!! He's patrolling the streets, keeping an eye out for any that are particularly malicious, and ends up spotting Fushimi shortly after the ghost touches him and vanishes.

Ah, that's probably not good...]


Hey— [Trotting on over from the other side of the street! He's got his sword out and at his side, eying the spot where the spirit vanished with some amount of wariness.] You okay?
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;o

[personal profile] unswerved 2015-12-16 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ yata picks up his skateboard and walks towards fushimi, eyeing him from top to bottom. it's been a while since they spoke last, and he knows something was up with him then. it doesn't seem like he's still afraid of technology anymore, but with his free hand, he takes out his cerevice and waves it in front of fushimi.

you never know, right? it might not be those books that caused it, but something else entirely. ]


You okay?
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[personal profile] geophile 2015-12-16 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
I am.

[ he's wondering that too, and the answer when he tries to slowly stand is: not very. he doesn't quite collapse, but they buckle enough for him to stumble. thankfully, otome is there to steady him.

he's dizzy, but after a few seconds pass, he manages to blink it away enough to stand straight. ]


Just... give me a moment.

[ he feels an intense need to flee the area, but trying now would mean hurting himself more. ]
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[personal profile] xroyal_bratx 2015-12-16 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Phase II

I need you to do something for me

Du-Duzell...

[ Ishtar's eyes were met with a pair of blood red ones, clouded in sadness, before they moved away from her. The former princess didn't exactly have time to respond to the fading figure clouded in black wistfully walked away from her and as if in a trance herself, her eyes were clouded over and her vision became foggy. She started to take shaky steps forward, following the disappearing silhouette that only she could see.

He needs me. I have to save him. ]


[ She was forgetting that this world could play many awful tricks and the things that wandered it were far beyond just cruel. However, there was no stopping her from moving to the monorail track. The sound of the train was drowned out by the trance that she was put in. ]

Wait for me, please...

[ If she could die to save someone's life, why not? It was better than watching them die anyway. She had been feeling down and broken since a lot of things happened. She didn't have time to put herself back together and now this was starting to take a toll on her mind as she was quietly taking steps closer and closer to the monorail tracks. The sound of the train was alarmingly loud, yet she did not seem to notice at all. Someone might want to stop her before she ended up being road kill. ]

Phase IV

H-Hey hands off!

[ Ishtar was shoving the masseusbot out of her way as the thing was jumping her. She didn't even know where the hell it came from much less why it decided that it was a good thing to attack her. She slumped over with a bit of a giggle fit now that the damn thing found her pressure points and they're not making her feel anymore relaxed than it was moments ago. She may have felt like she was getting a nice stress reliever but was constantly reminded that those things were trying to kill her somehow! ]

L-Lay off already jeez!

[ Yet her struggle was in vain. Someone help a girl? please? ]
Edited 2015-12-16 04:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] niceguypose 2015-12-16 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Definitely probably worse.

Rock Lee stares on a moment longer, as if in a trance as he processes all of that. Yuri by the cliff... and that person, whose words almost sounded like those of Gai-Sensei. To put your life on the line to protect a younger person... of course.

There are tears in the corners of his eyes, but he pays them no mind. Rather, her word and her squirming snap him back to reality and he becomes aware that he is still gripping her.]


I- I am so sorry!! [He cautiously releases his hold on her while looking right at her.] Ah... Are you alright, Yuri-san?
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[personal profile] awfulsentimetal 2015-12-16 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[You know, this whole killing people thing would be a heck of a lot easier if the robot the ghost had chosen weren't so slow to turn. The Spine lurches right past Zoro, reaching arms closing on empty air. A low hum from within the robot's chassis rises to a whine, steam pouring from his vents as he comes to an abrupt halt, arms swinging at his sides.

He pivots to face Zoro, head cocking to the side with a sharp crack.
]

m-m-mururrRRRRrrrrd-d-derer

[In celebration of its victory over the automaton's recalcitrant voicebox, the ghost swings back one of his heavy arms. It lunges for the swordsman again fist-first.]