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Event Log: Jumpscares
Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Jumpscares event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 16th-May 20th
Warnings: Some startling jumpscares, interdimensional demon cats, the usual
What: The event log for the Jumpscares event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 16th-May 20th
Warnings: Some startling jumpscares, interdimensional demon cats, the usual
A dark shadow looms over Hadriel on the morning of May 16th. There's a tension in the air, something palpable, as if everything has gone still and is ready to snap. You've been waiting for the other shoe to drop for hours now, and you're getting to the point where you're starting to wish that it would just happen already so that you can stop feeling this way.
Of course, when it does happen, it's not quite like you expect.
Maybe it's a tiger leaping out of your closet, claws extended. Maybe it's a faceless slenderman, stepping out from around the corner or a monster with beak and claws ripping open your shower curtain when you're most vulnerable- but within seconds, after you've been startled half to death by the monsters, they're gone. They vanish in a puff of smoke, or dissipate into glitter, or become something silly instead for a few brief moments before disappearing entirely.
Weird. But not unendurable, I guess. The bright side is that there will also be a few demon cats that have also made their way through the door. No two cats are ever in the same location, but there seems to be enough of them to go around, though the toothy one can be a bit vicious. Still, they aren't untameable, and might make nice pets, as long as you don't mind a bloody finger or two when it's time for lunch!► This log covers May 16th-May 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you have some heart problems that are unfortunately exacerbated by this event, please let us know here, and we're sorry.
sans | ota
Should you encounter him, he's liable to be around in one of the shops, turning over packages of jerky and cat food, pickin' through whatever food products might be around in search of whatever it is that demonic cats might favor eatin'.
A half-turn later, and he's facing something terrifying. A shadow in the form of a child with a knife, or the silhouette of a man holding a knife, or something that seems - atypically tall, and bony, pronouncing a cheerful cry of NYEH HEH HEH! before its head tumbles from its shoulders, dissolving into dust.
Every time, Sans jerks on the spot, his smile strained.
He ain't supposed to be bothered by stuff like that anymore.
Real or no.]
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Re: sans | ota
Everything alright, Sans? [He peeks between the shelves rather than opting for the simpler option of just going around]
Is that cat food? Don't tell me you're thinking of getting a pet.
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On closer observation, he may notice that the butterflies are actually glowing on their own. One of them flits to his bony head and settles on the top, flexing its wings. A light touch, so light that it's almost non-existent. The rest of its brethren than choose to dance around Sans.]
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1/4
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3/4 Jumpscare alert
4/4 Jumpscare alert
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The first time she spots him twitching and smiling like someone on the verge of a mental breakdown, it kinda breaks her heart. And, with her own jumpscares in mind, it makes her realize... she really doesn't know anything about Sans at all, does she? Not a thing about his past. About what he could be seeing.
Ellie wanders over; nudges him gently with her elbow.]
You picked up a furry friend or two as well, huh?
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Jo Harvelle | OTA
It just makes her restless. She paces in her bedroom for a while before moving into the living room. After the living room passes her inspection she paces there for a moment before heading down the spire's stairs and into the streets.
She had, for a moment, hoped that being out of the apartment would help the paranoia subside. It didn't go away.
Eventually she turns a corner, deciding to go check on the clinic. As soon as she turns the corner she stops, eyes wide as she stands frozen to the spot.]
No way. [It's all she can get out as she stares at the werewolf, though internally she's cursing the fact that she doesn't have a silver blade on her.
She takes a slow step back and then there's glitter everywhere.]
What the hell?
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Only to find her standing alone...
Covered in...
Something that sparkles?)
Lady - ? (Celebrimbor catches some of the glitter and recognizes it at last.) I do not think you should wander about alone.
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bigby wolf (ota)
His preoccupation to find the one thing pushed to the forefront of his mind — water — is big enough to take up most of his attention when he zeroes in on one relatively nice looking store on the block he's meandering around, and he doesn't have any reason to be concerned or cautious. Right now, he's just a guy who could really use a cold drink without having to dunk his head into the river. (Though it's not off the table.)
That lasts for about ten seconds until his hand closes around the door handle. That's when he hears the chuckle — low, mirthless, throaty. Undeniably feminine. Familiar. All of those register with him in the quick one-two-boom-boom precision of a very fast slideshow, leaving him very little time to react before he opens the door and comes face to face with the nightmarish figure of a dark-haired woman with red highlights, manic eyes and a cheek-splitting grin with way too many teeth, who thrusts her face within inches of his.
"BOO!"
And Bigby, being on complete autopilot right now, reacts about as well one could expect: by acting first and thinking later, delivering a swift and sudden strike to the grinning face with a clenched fist.
It's a lot less cathartic than you'd think, especially when his hand goes right through not!Bloody Mary's head which explodes in a burst of bright pink glitter, but not before she crosses her eyes and sticks her tongue out at him.
And to anyone already in the store who's unlucky enough to be close to the phantom when it explodes, or even worse, right behind it and in a prime position to catch the impulse punch Bigby throws at it, it's going to feel a lot worse. So yeah, have fun with that.]
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But hey. They're butterflies. Harmless, innocent, crimson butterflies. The only thing that stands out about them is their colour, a red so vibrant and intense that they almost seem to glow underneath the fluorescent lighting of the cave. Nothing to be suspicious off...except for the fact that nowhere in this underground space will Bigby ever find butterflies like these.]
((OOC: Hi there! I have a permissions post and opt out post for Sae . Feel free to let me know on your preferences, and if you'd rather I delete this tag entirely.))
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kanda yu . ota
But, uh.
Hope you don't like what you're wearing too much. Why, you ask?
Well, let's just say that when there's a monster leaping out from the corner you're near, it's suddenly meeting it's glittery end by a blade slicing it clean in half. Yeah, it's just raining sparkles and glitter now.
Don't worry, it's getting all over the culprit too. He's not sorry about what he just did to you and totally annoyed that it exploded on him, too.
Or, perhaps, there's just an innocent stroll around the corner and there isn't a monster rounding it, rather...
Well, meeting the pointy end of a sword out of paranoia. ]
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A sword is another matter, though, and she jumps back as the monster pops into glitter.]
Oh!
[She's not fast enough to avoid being showered in the stuff, but at least it's only glitter. She blinks the sparkles away from her eyes and peers up at the person holding the blade.]
...I don't think you had to do that.
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Dr. Lance Sweets | OTA!
But he's always been a little twitchy, and being nearly--or possibly actually--murdered hasn't helped in that; in fact, it's for this reason that when he'd woken up feeling tense and nervous he hadn't thought that much about it. He'd just done his best to ignore it without letting down his guard to do so, and had wandered off for a walk to try to clear his head.
But the more time that passes, the worse the feeling becomes. He's about to take a moment to sit down and try to calm his nerves, thinking he's just overly stressed, but that's the exact moment he sees a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. He whirls to look, and that is... He's not even sure what it is, especially since his world doesn't have monsters and he hasn't even seen any here yet, but it looks like some sort of smoke-like apparition sporting somewhat ridiculously large teeth.
Whatever it is, it's definitely a threat and more than enough reason to pull his gun and take aim--
Then poof, it's gone in a shower of glitter that would've, in a normal situation, been a very pretty shade of dark purple, and he's left standing there with his gun raised at nothing.
Or, potentially, aimed at someone or something that had the misfortune of being behind the illusion when it vanished.]
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Something must give.
And then the monsters come out of the dark, and vanish just as fast.
She's disciplined enough not to shoot at the first shadow, or the second.
Her reaction to finding a gun pointed at her face isn't nearly so calm. What happens next is entirely reflex.
First: disable the enemy. Hurt them. Dart in close and get them in the chin, break the jaw if you can. Control their weapon hand. Take their weapon. Break their fingers if you must.
Then break their balance. Hook their leg and get them on the ground. A man's skull can be shattered with the proper kick.]
Do not! Fucking move!
[Threat-threat-threat----
Oh.
Maketh twitches. She's holding Sweet's weapon. Has it pointed at his head.
Breathe. Disengage, soldier. You cannot shoot a civilian. It is not allowed.
She lowered the weapon, movements suddenly jerky.]
You shouldn't do that.
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His finger twitched on the trigger of the blaster as another creature appeared suddenly but it vanished just as quickly. But when he looked again, there was no monster but instead, someone holding a gun pointed right at him. He frowned as he regarded the other man carefully, he was annoyed enough as it was without someone else making it worse.]
I suggest you lower that because I'm sure I have better aim than you. [He said coldly, not lowering his blaster.] And I won't lose sleep over your unfortunate death.
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Re: Dr. Lance Sweets | OTA!
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magnus burnsides | ota
So instead of jumping or yelling, for a few days now he's just been throwing punches or swinging his newly procured battleaxe at apparently nothing.
Whether it's in or near the apartment he shares with Taako, out around the city streets scavenging from stores, or poking around investigating the Colosseum... Out of the corner of his eye, he sees something, a flash of claws or glint of teeth and he doesn't think. He rushes in, ready to fight.
But if he keeps it up, he might just find himself attacking the wrong person.]
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Ellie takes a couple steps back real quick, and thrusts it in Magnus' direction.]
Woah, woah, woah!!
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AW MAGS....
almost axing a child... he did that
almost being the key word ok, its fine
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never too late <3
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Carlisle Longinmouth | OTA
[Though Carlisle had decided he'd spend the day in the depths of the park -- specifically at the garden he and Glacius have been constructing to replace his old one -- to keep his stress levels down, the city has other plans, as the clergyman finds out when he hears what is best described as a guttural yowl from his left. He nearly jumps out of his skin as he spins in the sound's direction, wielding his pruning sheers like a weapon, only to find there is nothing there: no plant abominations, no aberrations from deep within the caves, nothing. The yowl cries out again, now directly below his feet; he scrambles backward in haste, holding his impromptu blade before him... and discovers his threat is merely a cat.
Well, at least he thinks it's a cat. It's a matted mound of hair and teeth in a vaguely catlike shape, so cat is what he's going with. Better that than a bear or a horrible plant monster.
"Cisth, you frightened me," he utters, deciding to politely ignore the little beast. He turns around, only to find it sitting right in front of him in one of his pots.
That startles him enough that he drops his shears, one hand going to his heart as he yelps in alarm. Carlisle, embarrassed, gives the cat a sour look, hissing -- that's not funny in the slightest, and so not funny that he decides he's had enough of gardening for the day, and would rather get home before anything else seems amiss. It's as he's sliding into his kalugra cloak that he gets an idea. This cat wants to spook him? It might be unbecoming of him, but two can play at that game.
He keeps his back to the yowling beast as he pulls the cloak around him, bringing the hood over his head, allowing the enchantment upon it to take effect. To anyone who may be looking upon him -- cat, beast, or those susceptible to such illusions -- he'll appear as a kalugra, a monstrosity of his world best described as a mixture of a bear, a great feline, and a hammer to the face. Knowing it will be plenty to scare any simple creature, he spins and puts on his most frightening face, roaring as loud as he can.
But the cat is no longer there. Carlisle only has a second to ponder that before the yowl rings through the air once more, this time directly behind him.
And that's enough to get him running for his life. If someone were to find a bear-tiger-fight-with-a-brick-wall monster -- or someone dressed in the pelt of one, if their perception is keen -- cowering behind a bench in the park, hiding in an alleyway or a store, or stuck in a tree because of a tiny, catlike creature following along behind him, may they know which of the two beasts is the truly dangerous one.]
[apartment - for glacius]
[With all the dodging through the streets he's been trying to do, it takes Carlisle a while to get home, and by the time he does, his composure is in pieces. It wasn't just one cat, as he'd initially thought, as the longer it took him to get home, the more things appeared just to scare him: shadows lurking around every corner, indistinct figures he'd spot from the corner of his eye on the rooftops. He doesn't look at them long -- his own paranoia, riled by the stalking cat, the numerous shadows, and a hallucinatory clown popping out at him from a window, is plenty plenty to keep him occupied.
He's also occupied by the trail of ink he's leaving in his wake as he stumbles into the apartment, tearing into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. There's no cat in the room, no shadows in the shower, no clown in the toilet. Just him for now -- him as his affliction.
It's not always set off by conscious use of his energy. His nerves agitate his muscles, his mind, and his magical abilities all at once, turning them against him. His legs tremble beneath him, his chest aching as he coughs and wheezes from his frantic trip home; he looks over his shoulder to the door, so sure he heard something, only to find nothing there. He hacks into the sink, a clot of black bile landing before him, staining the pristine fixture.
Carlisle sighs, his thoughts so tangled. It seems even when he makes a concentrated effort to not overexert himself, the gods have other plans. He turns on the sink, hoping to get cleaned up before Glacius returns home -- the last thing the alien needs is more to worry about.]
HERE FOR YOU BUD
From there, it becomes quite apparent what the name of this game is going to be, and the warrior's course of action is made clear. The city doesn't need his help defending against illusionary specters that disappear harmlessly within the blink of an eye--he does, however, know one person who this is going to cause significant problems for. Someone whose nerves tend to gnaw at him on the best of days; he doesn't want to see Carlisle eaten alive by them, or perhaps more accurately by the condition the alien knows any excess of stress of fear can exacerbate. After correcting his mistake at the labs, Glacius immediately breaks from his patrol and returns to Spire Two, cursing under his breath when he spots an ink trail winding through the street into the towering structure. He's already taken too long.
The ice alien ascends the stairs and liquidizes under the crack in the door, reforming and immediately casting a glance around the apartment, trying to spot the clergyman. He doesn't, of course; his first thought is that Carlisle might have retreated to his closet to try and take refuge from these fake frights, but the sound of running water in the bathroom tells a different story. That only magnifies his concerns, as if the clergyman is holed up in there, it suggests that the ink dotting the ground had only been the beginning; Glacius moves to the door and lifts his hand to knock, then thinks better of making any sudden noises.
So he lifts his voice enough to be heard over the water, though he keeps his tone gentle. "Carlisle--I came back as soon as I figured out what is happening. I am sorry it took me some time, but--I am here now. I am here for you. Are you alright?"
\o/
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Natasha Romanoff | MCU | OTA
The thing is, knowing that doesn't do a whole lot to take the edge off. She can rationalize, talk herself through the motions like she's calm, but emotions can't always be reasoned with. Not like that. She can push them down. Try to ignore them. Focus on going about her day.
But when the scares pop out—a man in black without a face, a mangled robot soldier, a masked monster—reflexes kick in all the same. Natasha's left holding her gun on a puff of smoke or taking a defensive stance at a shower of glitter.
"Shit," she mutters as she relaxes.
All things considered, this could be a lot worse. It's still annoying though.
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She jumps and sometimes yelps a little, but she doesn't think to try to strike any of them. The lingered already had her well-trained.
She definitely wouldn't think to pull a gun, so she's startled when she sees someone nearby react that way. The lady looks very tough, much tougher than Ray herself, but she has to wonder if something's wrong. Aside from the obvious.
Cautious, she pipes up, "Are you okay?"
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taako | ota
[This is, objectively, the shittiest way Taako feels he could be introduced to this god pantheon. He won't openly admit to being afraid once he figures out it's nothing- he'll feel fear where credit is due, and it is not due to something that doesn't follow-up- but this is seriously pushing him to his limits.
If you're looking for him, he's easy to find around the city jabbing his umbrella around corners and occasionally shooting sparks and light around corners just to dispel anything that's there. Finally, one gets him too hard- he walks backwards around a corner, trying to catch something behind his back, and he hears a voice from too long ago that's rather... shocking. Or well, it's going to be really shocking for anyone in the vicinity, as a wave of thunderous force with a loud clap radiates out from him, knocking back anyone who might be unfortunately close by and doing a small amount of damage from sparks and noise.
He'll apologize if you ask for it. Maybe. He doesn't like being seen so out-of-sorts.]
ii. by the coliseum
[Near the end of the four day span, Taako's nearing his wits end, and he's decided to do something about it. The wizard can be found inside the Coliseum, poking around every corner, in every nook, and, if watched, some might notice that his eyes are currently a rather unnatural shade of bubblegum pink. He sounds like he's muttering to himself, low and rather annoyed, if anyone gets close enough to listen.]
This is stupid, it shouldn't just be able to move, if there's a portal there should be a mark, come on, come on...
[ooc: in the second prompt, Taako is utilizing a spell known as True Seeing, which allows him to see through all illusion, hallucination, or other such glamours. If you chose this prompt and your character uses magic to change their appearance, he will be able to see through it! Otherwise, characters not using this effect will appear as normal.]
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Jumpy? [ She asks, as if the reason isn't clear. ] What, not amused by our hosts playing games?
[ Is anyone ever? Cecily straightens herself up, smoothing down the static that Taako's preventative measure caused over the fabric of her clothes. ]
This isn't the first time they've shown us... illusions. [ She mutters darkly, heaving an sigh. ]
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i................ HELO
WAGGLES EYEBROWS, HELLO
BLUSH!!!!!!!!
u3u kissu
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check my icon name
AYYYY
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ii. late, sorry; i got laid out with a cold all week
it's fine!!! i'm late too haha
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elena gilbert l open
[ It starts after she wakes up. She pulls her hair into a pony tail, facing her makeshift mirror Caroline managed to scrounge up (one half cracked, but still works). She whirls around feeling eyes on her. But, there are no windows and she's alone in her room.
While on her morning run, all she can think about is jogging through Mystic Falls amid Klaus' hybrid brigade. That's how she feels. But, she knows his hybrids were driven out of town. And she's not there. She cuts her run short. Her feelings of unease aren't going away. She'd feel safer back in the spire.
Her horror movie begins when she enters her and Caroline's shared apartment. ]
Caroline? [ She calls out. Caroline must be out, Elena figures. Not surprising. Caroline likes to grab them coffee and breakfast when she can. (That's five days this week, but who's counting.) They'll have their conversation about Stefan guilt and everything will go back to normal.
Towel wrapped around her, Elena ties her hair into a messy bun and leaves the bathroom door ajar. She doesn't think she takes too long in the shower. As she turns the water off, she thinks she hears something. ]
Caroline, is that you?
[ She feels silly, calling out again, playing the part in her horror movie. Grabbing her towel from the hook, she wraps it around herself and pulls open the shower curtain revealing -- their shared bathroom. She takes a second, breathing in and out. She's being silly. Stepping out, one foot and then the other, she tightens her towel and stands in front of the mirror. Wanting to get out of the bathroom, she turns and opens the bathroom door only to be confronted by a faceless -- something in a hood. She screams out, backing away. Her hand grasps behind her, trying to find something on the sink to defend herself with. It all happens so fast and then -
Excuse her while she fucking catches her breath. Who's going to mop up this glitter. ]
delight's temple
[ The morning set aside, Elena knows this is the gods - namely one that she'd like to call another F-name. Well, a name with F in it. Either way, she's not going to change her routine. And that means her afternoon coffee is still going to be a thing.
It becomes a daily activity started with Emily inviting her. Elena likes how she feels in Delight's temple. And she likes the coffee, too. Unfortunately, every day like clockwork something startles her there. You'd think she'd change her routine, but Elena Gilbert doesn't fold.
It's only the first day that she spills coffee on the camisole she came to Hadriel in. (The one thing that's hers. She spends that day trying to wring what she can out without taking her shirt off altogether.
The next few days she manages to not spill on herself. She can't say the same for the person next to her. She was only trying to hand the carafe to you. She can't help the clown with the knife. Does it help that she was brewing iced coffee? Does it make things worse? ]
around the city
[ Elena hates this. She knows this is Fear. She knows how Fear (and all of them) operate, but that doesn't mean she's staying inside. She was startled in her bathroom, and even if she were impervious to these pointless frights inside, she wouldn't stay inside. Maybe it's not much of a life she's living here (without purpose, without graduation), but it's a life.
She takes the yellow moped in a misguided attempt to avoid any more startling misevents.
Unfortunately, if she can be startled on her feet, she can be startled on two motorized wheels. One second she's on her moped and the next, she's swerving. Telling yourself it isn't real on your feet is easier than in the moment on two wheels. That's what she tells herself in the aftermath. If anyone witnesses it, she swerves out of the way of an approaching werewolf (one from her world). Unfortunately, mopeds aren't made for sudden turns.
The moped goes down with her. ]
the apartment
The sole of one of her flats steps over the glitter, her attention solely on Elena. Brow furrowed hard, she can tell that Elena's catching her breath and all, but she still has to ask. ] What happened? Are you okay?
[ Funny story: she has a tale about a vanishing creature that scared her half to death (ha ha) too. What came across her didn't explode into glitter, though. Speaking of, that substance has enough texture to it that it crunches just enough for Caroline to hear, her face tilting down and eyes falling onto the scene below. ] What? [ No really. What the hell is that doing on the floor? But her eyes quickly rise back to Elena. ]
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Anne of Austria | ota
She had to lean against a wall to catch her breath, trying to brush some of the glitter from her hair.
Another appearance of a monster had her drawing the sword Celebrimbor had made her, ready to strike but a moment later and poof! It was gone leaving her standing there holding a sword. It takes her a moment to catch her breath and for her heart rate to slow down, this is going to be a long week for Anne.
But at least she's found herself a new cat friend later in the week. At first the fact that the cat didn't have a face so much as one giant eyeball made her uneasy but it only took a couple days before it was following her around happily.
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[Things have been tense lately, threats popping out of the shadows only to disappear once she reacts, but Maketh is trying her best to remain professional. She goes for a knife rather than her gun most of the time, reasoning that it won't be as fatal if she does make a mistake.
Maketh clears her throat.]
Are you all right?
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Rey. | OTA
It's not like Rey to startle easy, as oftentimes it can be a matter of life and death for anyone involved. Rather, it comes down to fight or flight instincts. When you're Rey (and thank whatever deity you believe in, if any, that you are not), it tends to boil down to the former.
So as the atmosphere gets thick with the heavy sensation that something there is lingering, waiting, watching, she is ready before it even happens. The only problem is that it can't happen too soon for her to know for certain what to do.
On the plus side, she doesn't have her gun on her, so the prospects of her drawing her piece to accidentally fire a few holes into someone's face is reduced. However, that doesn't account much for other types of bodily harm.
She's headed for the dam when it happens. Given the way things are, she'd hate for someone to lose their shit and start breaking things here and there, and her hard work being one of them. Even more irritating is, once she makes it to the dam along the rapid riverside, she finds something caught in the middle of one of the mechanisms, too far to reach.
"Dammit," she hisses under her breath, teeth clenched as she removes her boots before wading through the water. It's a piece of cloth or something that's wedged in between some metal. Nothing too serious, but if left unchecked for long, it's only a matter of time before it got worse. The city getting people wound up as they are, the last thing they need are flickering lights and brownouts.
Come on, come on. She reaches into the metal, making sure not to get the thickness of her arm stuck in the process, as her fingers clasp around the cloth.
That is, until something manifests from overhead. Crouched over the top of the dam, a gangly figure, a mixture of bone, stone, and rotten flesh, can only grunt through its sealed jaws before lunging at its quarry below.
Ripping her arm out from the metal of the dam, Rey staggers back. Loses her footing.
By the time she hits the water, the creature making to pounce on her erupts into black and red hearts. Hearts that surround Rey and begin drifting down the river from where she remains, half-submerged for the time being, her eyes wide and pulse racing as her mind tries to process what the hell just happened.
"Fucking... Harvesters." She gasps, placing a hand over her chest and recalls where she had first seen those things. Warped followers of that cult, who willingly subjected themselves to such a gristly transformation.
Suddenly, she feels sick to her stomach, like she's going to throw up.
II. All Over The City (Baby Light My Fire)
After the incident by the river, Rey has become a little more alert towards her surroundings. Though the Harvester's appearance might have been foolish and benign in the end, there's no telling whether or not that'll be the case with whatever else throws themselves at her. For all she knows, it could be the start of something worse. This is Fear, after all. She knows it is. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out.
Every now and then, she is greeted by a voice. Little taunts. Laughter. The scent of cigarette smoke. The presence inspires both a sickly feeling in her stomach to a tightened anger in her chest, scorching the blood in her veins.
So when a woman appears around a corner, a cig between her fingers and appearance resembling that or a noir dame save for a pair of glowing, tangerine eyes, Rey does not react in kind.
In fact, a burst of fire goes straight through the woman, who vanishes in a poof of smoke. Laughter dying in an echo of embers from where the smug-looking woman had once stood.
Hope whatever it is you're wearing is flameproof. But, let's face it, it probably isn't, and neither are you.
Stop, drop, and roll?
II! rolls in here late
Thankfully, he
rolled a nat 20 on a dexterity saving throwis very, very fast and hits the ground hard and quick, the flames going right over his head and barely singing the tip of his hat, which he takes off immediately to try and extinguish."Okay, look, I completely understand, like, preemptive magic, but that seemed like overkill." He doesn't even see Rey yet, simply complaining to whatever is in the vicinity. "Are you trying to kill someone or just really unhappy to see me?"
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Ravine. | OTA
Well, it can be a little harder to care, can't it?
That's why the brief flashes of jumps and spooks from dark, shadowy creatures in the shadows barely faze Ravine in the slightest. By the time they're supposedly fulfilled their purpose in getting your heart going, they're gone, and Ravine without a pulse to race with.
Given her own appearance, from her freakish height to slender limbs and shadowy shape herself, one can easily expect this woman to be a feature of their own psyche. Except she doesn't greet them with a boo or a growl, but rather a toothy smile.
Actually, you might even turn a corner and find a yellow-eyed figure towering over you. Blackened and formless for the quickest flash until you blink.
Careful. Wouldn't want to frighten yourself to death, now. Would you?
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After that awful night on the mountain, Emily has had more than enough jumpscares to last her several lifetimes, thank you very much, but that doesn't mean she's at all used to them. She sure is expecting things to be popping out at her, but they always seem to try and spook her when she lets her guard down.
Like right now.
The creepy, tall, shadowy thing that's right in front of her as she heads to a shop in search of anything interesting makes her jump and scream, just as Fear intended... except this isn't Fear's doing. It's just some asshole with powers or some shit.
"God fucking damnit! Could you maybe not do shit like that when the gods are already doing enough of it?"
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in which emily tries to call ravine old but is actually calling her young lmfao
LMAO
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ellie | ota
The first time Ellie feels the tension ramping up inside her, she draws her gun and crouches, backing up carefully against the closest wall. When a varren- the same beast that tore her to shreds not too long ago- seemingly appears out of nowhere and pounces at her, she fires without hesitation. Fear has stolen her voice, and she can only gape when it explodes into confetti that rains down and sticks in her hair.
What the actual fuck.
Over the next few days, she grows more and more aware, but that doesn't make things easier. Her roommates probably notice her up at night, pacing or sitting just outside their door, rather than sleeping.
It's towards the very end of things that the scares ramp right up. She stops just seeing your average monsters, and starts seeing a real special kind, instead. To anyone else who catches sight of it, it may seem strange that this of all things is what's scaring Ellie. It's a man, hungry looking, bearded. Scraggly hair. Each time, he stumbles towards her, injured and bloody, but persistent. His hands twitch.
Sometimes, Ellie slashes at him with her pocket knife, panicked and white with shock, unable to consider the fact that she could be accidentally swiping at a friend. After a few instances of this scare, though, she gives up. She feels that telltale tension building, she covers her eyes with her hands, and she just waits for it to be over.]
((ooc: just a note that threads about the latter hallucination could potentially delve into some possibly triggering subjects including attempted sexual assault))
poor Ellie
She rounds the corner and catches sight of Ellie. She smiles, lifting a hand to wave before she realizes Ellie is with someone. Her steps slow and she waits for a moment, not wanting to interrupt.
As soon as Ellie covers her eyes she starts moving again. Something's wrong.]
Ellie?
incredibly late reply
<3
oh god that icon
it's one of my faves but i don't get to use it much
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duck | open
[ First it's a walker. It's a walker popping up out of nowhere and Duck is skidding still where he was going before running right the other way. He doesn't even notice that the creature disappears the first time, he's so eager to get away. The second time and it's a walker again, and he backs up in surprise, enough to send him tripping backwards and falling over. He watches as the walker disappears.
By the third time he's worked himself up a bit. He's jumpy, whether approached by someone he knows or not. He's heading back home, his gun out, when someone appears to run out in front of him. It's not a walker, it's a man with dark hair and deadened eyes. He looks angry; he's also soaking wet and holding a shotgun. Duck panics - but his gun is out, and he doesn't run this time. Instead, he shoots. Multiple times, heart beating fast in his chest.
And the figure vanishes like it were never there.
Duck stares at the place he'd been shooting. He's definitely smashed something. A window? Some object someone was looking at? He's also wasted pretty much all of his bullets. Oops. ]
b. demon kitty
[ Days later, Duck finds himself being followed. Followed by something which this time doesn't jump out and terrify him before vanishing. It's a cat. Or it's probably a cat. Except its face is absolutely covered with eyes. Loads and loads of eyes, but no visible nose or mouth than he can see. Duck is looking around one of the shops, searching for supplies when he spots it for the fourth time that day, and this time it doesn't run off when he approaches.
The animal even lets him pet her. She reminds him of a cat he used to have before he came here, one that was almost as odd looking as this one. And since this kitty seems to like him, and he misses having animal friends, Duck decides she's called Dixy 2 and she's his now.
It does mean looking for extra food though, something which it turns out Dixy 2 is quite impatient about. He opens up a packet of ham in one of the shops, causing Dixy to immediately try and crawl up his pant leg in a frenzy. ] Not yet, I'm looking. [ He tries to shake her off, but the claws only dig in deeper. ] Stop it! How are you gonna eat this anyway? You don't have a mouth.
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This is getting ridiculous.
They wait a little bit to make sure it's quite before poking their head out of the shop. And it's...another child? He has a gun so it's likely he was the one who shot out the window.]
Having fun with these wonderful hallucinations? Unless you are attempting target practice on the window.
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Glacius | Closed to Alphys
That doesn't last long this morning, however, making it apparent that this is not going to be a normal day. The peace of the morning is displaced by a heavy shroud of dread, leaving even the stoic ice alien feeling tense and on edge. Something is wrong... he just can't place what. That only encourages him to be more adamant and thorough in his patrols; as a member of the Guard and a being who carried over a strong sense of duty and honor from his own world, it falls to him to figure out what is amiss and correct it.
It's as his circuit through the city takes him by the labs that the nature of the strange force makes itself known; perhaps the gods know of his distaste for this location and are trying to play a cruel joke on him. Whatever the reason is that the apparition chooses this moment to make its explosively loud and sudden entrance, the result is the same; it leaps out and howls at Glacius, and the alien, tense as he is, immediately turns around and swings at it with all his might. The phantom disappears as suddenly as it had appeared, however, and the only thing that the marshal's ice-coated fist collides with is a piece of lab equipment.
Glacius realizes his mistake as soon as he hears a loud and harsh crunching of metal from the force of his blow. The ice alien immediately draws his fist back, and his expression falls--of all the places for something like this to happen, it had to be where one of the people who dislikes him most works. Why did he agree to stop by here? Why did he let his partner convince him to fold this lab into his routine patrols?! It's only caused him trouble and discomfort, so far, and this is sure to make things worse. Marian doesn't need him to give her reason for her scathing judgments... but the alien doesn't have the slightest idea how to fix what he's done.
He has to at least try, tough. He can probably be heard in there, moving about trying to find some sort of equipment or tools, fretting quietly under his breath as he works.
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"Uh... h-hello! Do you, uhm... need something???" What is this person even doing in here? A friend of Marian's? Looking for her? Maybe they eat scrap metal. She has a lot of questions.
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