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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[This wasn't the first time his magic had gone super-wild since the ghosts had spilled out into Cerealia either, so Kazuya was openly cautious as he lifted his hand, plumes of black fire flickering at his fingertips. He wasn't casting a true Agidyne, but imagining it as such and trying to imitate the effect as close as possible helped for him to focus whilst drawing on Bel's power. Hrr, ever since he gave up his COMP, casting spells became far more complex than he was used to...]
Agidyne!
[He brought his hand down sharply, at the rapidly approaching ghosts. A small, black fireball smashed into the pavement just before them, considerably smaller than the grossly overpowered version - it could barely called an Agilao!]
Eh-!? What the- I wasn't holding back that much! [He waved his hand again, more frantically this time, since his horribly aimed and weak fire spell didn't even make the ghosts pause for more than a second] Agidyne!
['Pttthhhtb'. That was the noise that happened, a small poof of smoke rising right in front of Kazuya. Not even a spark. Oh, come on!]
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Oh no, not you, too...!
[ He groans, exceptionally worried about this entire situation. But! They have to do something before they get eaten (or whatever these ghosts are even here for), so he tries yet again! ]
Susano-o! Magarudyne!!
[ And there, the
afroPersona appears! But... well, that's not a magarudyne. That's... That's not even a garu spell at all. That's tentarafoo. And then, he vanishes again.... Welp. At least some of the ghosts are confused enough to start attacking each other instead? ]
Aw man... I give up!! Come on, let's just go!
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Uh, wha-? [He shook himself out of it after a few seconds though, returning to the crisis at hand] Oh! Yeah! Let's run for our lives! Go go go~!
[For there was no shame in a tactical retreat! It was a lesson Kazuya learned well back in his world, fleeing from a fight you couldn't hope to win, and so without a shred of hesitation - he grabbed the Persona-user's arm and sprinted the fuck out of there. Here's to hoping Yosuke's high agility stat lets him keep up with Kazuya's demonic speed...]
all this SMT-brand commentary is cracking me up just fyi XD
yeah he sure is rocking those boots, huh~?]Whoa-- hey-- Gahh!
[ And suddenly, he's being yanked away!! He stumbles at first, but then he sprints right along with the demon! ... For now, at least. Hopefully they won't be straight-up sprinting for too long. Still, hell, whatever gets them out of the way of these things! ]
Where the hell are we even going?!
Eeeexcellent~ glad you're enjoying it!
[Meanwhile, Kazuya didn't even seem to be out of breath, despite the mad sprinting. He had no destination in mind as he took a random turn at a street corner, dragging an unfortunate Yosuke with him and greatly endangering the integrity of the Persona-user's shoulder joint. So long as distance between them and the ghosts was done, then they could end up in a dumpster for all he cared! Except...]
Haaa, so much running todaaaaay! [Kaz's speed suddenly lagged, something he only allowed due to the fact that he couldn't hear the ghosts' super creepy chanting anymore. He was still going to flip on the dramatics, though] Giving up. Screw it. Let them eat me...