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 [ 1400 ] 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 [ 600 ] 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 [ 1000 ] 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 [ xxxx ] Hopefully you have friends who have ghost-fighting skills. Or ghost-taming skills. Or ghost-bellydancing skills, who knows, we won't judge them if you don't. But what of those poor people who come from worlds where the supernatural is some weird television show?
Worry not, poor souls, for CERES is here to provide! Some time after the ruckus begins, characters will find what looks to be a hand-held vacuum cleaner situated innocuously in their rooms (only one per person, you greedy gus). The logo on the side will helpfully inform you that this is of CERES make, because the paper pamphlet beside your new device? Well, it's more like a picture book. Observe Stick-Man Sully as he uses his vacuum cleaner to capture ghosts! Learn from his stellar example! Do not stick the hose in your mouth or attempt to give the vacuum CPR, there's a big X over that picture. Also of the one where Stick-Man Sully sets his captive ghosts free once more, we don't want that, do we?
Your new ghost vacuum should prove effective against any ghastly ghoul that shoots your way, but beware! Should you capture a ghost and not turn in your vacuum to CERES for weekly ghost disposal, your ghost will serenade you in the wee hours of the morning with its song of choice. If you capture a whole horde of ghosts, well, congratulations. You have a boy band living in your vacuum.
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akane tries to get his attention, but it doesn't seem like just shouting his name from the waiting area of the rail station is working. so she runs to him and tackles??? (or tries to, anyway.) the giant man whom she considers a friend. at the very least, with her strength that can usually flip robots and giant men, she should be able to move him or at least wake him up from this delusion before the train comes.
have a tiny little girl screaming at you, adolf. ]
What was that all about?!
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He blinks back the fog out of his eyes, and then reaches out to brace himself with both hands on both of Akane's shoulders. As if he has to make sure she's solid. ]
—Tsunemori.
[ That's not an answer to her question, he realizes. But it's the only thing he can manage, before he adds: ] What are you doing here.
[ This is also a question he should be asking himself?? Good job fishcakes. ]
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[ that's not answering his question, either. looks like they're both having their own conversations right now.
akane's only grumpy because of the headache. she doesn't mean to lash out at adolf, though she believes that she has every right to scold him for what stupidity he just did. ]
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I thought I saw— [ Ugh, that's saying too much. Regroup. ] —Did you see anyone here with me.
[ Again, he's not addressing the dying thing, because that was the point... but shh. ]
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Nevermind. [ a beat. ] You were alone.
[ she looks at him from bottom to top. there's something else she wants to say, but she'll hold off for now and will just say it later on. ]
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But it's still something that he hesitates from providing, with a shuffle of feet and a gesture for Akane to walk with him so that they don't have to be near the monorail any longer. ]
...You broke me out of whatever I was seeing, then. [ first things first. ] —Thank you. [ Quietly, because the words feel contrived. ]
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[ had she arrived later, she may have missed the whole thing entirely and adolf's body parts might just be all over the place.
akane does follow him, letting him lead the way. ]
There are a lot of strange things happening right now. Apparently, what we're up against now are ghosts.
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[ Just as they walk away and out of sight of the monorail, he can hear it rumbling along where they'd been just a few minutes ago. Man, that was close.
He has to pull himself back together, reorient himself. ]
...Tsunemori. If you hear anyone telling you to 'do something for them'— ignore it.
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Right.
[ though, of course, she can't promise anything. she might end up breaking down again if she sees her grandma. ]
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Of course, he Could Be Wrong. It wouldn't be the first time. ]
...Also, if you see something you shouldn't, close your eyes. Tug on my sleeve, if you have to.
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I'm stronger than I look.
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He tucks his collar a little higher over his face, but it's not particularly due to awkwardness and more to do with finding something for his hands to do; thanks to Akane, he finally feels slightly more 'himself'. ]
...Strong enough that you might have left a bruise.
[ He squeezes out that wry joke about how she tackled him a few minutes ago. He's thankful, he swears. ]
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[ oh dear, would she have really left a bruise? that fills her with concern and she starts walking faster so she can backpedal while in front of adolf. ]
Are you alright?!
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Her question almost makes him smile, almost— it's the kind of thing that's so disarming that he can't help but find it endearing, and he stops walking for a moment to let her catch up with him. ]
Do you really think you did that much damage.
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I could have if I wanted to.
[ >:T!!!! ]
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I'd have to report you to your acquaintance for police brutality.
[ Falling back to that dry sassing. Bless you, Akane, for cheering him up this way. ]
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[ she's only joking, but she's pulling them out... ]
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[ but
he's holding out a wrist anyway?! ]
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You'll have to arrest me at a different time, then. 'Officer'.
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I hope you at least feel better from all of this.
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But a beat later, he makes a sound that's a little too soft to be a scoff. ]
You make it difficult for me to stay morose.
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the point is—hearing that makes her feel like she's done a good. and with a triumphant smile, she says: ]
That's good to hear! You should try to smile more, too.
[ pushing it? pushing it. ]
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Her smiles are too pure for him to handle... ]
...Give me a break. You'll be having nightmares for weeks.
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Hahaha...! It can't be any worse than what I usually have nightmares about!
[ not to mention, she's been having weird dreams here, too. what is that all about. ]
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