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Post by BM on Oct 30, 2016 3:25:43 GMT
 Come close children, gather round. Its dark, the moon is full, and a slight breeze ruffles the autumn leaves from the tree branches. There is no better time to gather together by the fire and tell those tales that make your hair stand on end and plague your dreams with nightmares for weeks to come.
Tonight's story is not only one of terror at the hands of evil, but also of bravery in the face of fear. Never forget this children, there is no shame to be found in fear, for it provides you the rarest of opportunities to stand before that which quickens your pulse and coats you in cold sweat, and overcome it. But enough of this motivational banter, let the tale begin. Our story finds us is the metropolitan city of Naruki, on All Hallow's Eve. In Naruki and its sister city Karakura, this time of year is greatly celebrated, for they share a certain superstition rare in other parts of the world, the kind of superstition that comes from being one of the world's largest hubs of spiritual activity. Every year, for an entire week, there is a massive celebration known as "The Week of Nightmares" where the cities boom with tourist activity. Nowhere else is there such a massive concentration of the occult: Street markets, conventions, horror tours and parties, during this time the region has it all. But this year, there is something off. For the entire week, many of the residents of the cities report strange dreams, and a general aura of unease has settled over the festivities. Those few who share the gift of spiritual awareness are especially effected, and it is clear that, come the last day of the festival, something of nefarious origin is coming with its sights set firmly on those attending. It is now the seventh day of the festival, and at the first stroke of twelve, our heroes find themselves in Naruki City, as though transported through their dreams to the very time and place they have seen each night with increasing lucidity. Fog has begun to creep its way through the streets, blanketing everything in eerie darkness as the moon fades in the cloudy sky. As the final stroke of twelve clangs out, a dark presence can felt radiating out from several locations across the city. As its invisible influence spreads, the world is drained of color, as though anything capable of shielding the world from the dark is fading. The lights are all beginning to go out..... |
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Post by MEARA CAVANAUGH on Dec 2, 2016 18:07:00 GMT
 | |  | SELFIES AND FANSERVICE "Why, though..." Meara complained for the up-teenth time with her shoulders slumped low. Investigation normally fell into the lap of her 2-hour-older sister; she would do the leg work and Meara would do what she did best... stay safely inside her comfortable nest, doing all the research and documentation. This time, however, Meara found herself up on the chopping block. With Ceira's leg currently broken due to... well, a matter of which they both were currently ignoring and sweeping uncomfortably under the rug, it was Meara's turn to do the legwork while her twin remained safely at home, feet up on the footstool and likely catching up on her shows. The redhead had attempted to take the place of Meara, but with her rather... slow and unhelpful pace in which she worked, to quote Meara, 'Just... just let me do it from my tablet, this will just make things go faster. Just... just sit and watch some movies or something.'
"Because, there isn't much I can do on one leg," a voice called out to her, of which only she could hear. Ceira, from her own apartment, continued to chuckle over their telepathic conversation. The redhead's chuckling only increased in volume as she heard Meara letting out a rather overly dramatic sigh.
"You know that's not what I meant," Meara replied as her hands continued to over protectively pat down the frills of her... well, rather sexual and more leg revealing than she felt comfortable with costume. The sisterly pair were not only far closer than most siblings, even identical twins for that matter, but... they were highly competitive. One always had to trump the other and when they were younger and pranks were quite the extremity within the Cavanaugh household. Not only that, but the "punishment game" carried over beyond their teenage years, all the way to adulthood.
"Because a bet's a bet and you lost," Meara heard her sister reply through chuckling. "Don't forget to take a looooot of pictures. Canvas the area where the spiritual pressure is most dense, just like always... just make sure-"
"Yea, yea, I know already," Meara hastily interrupted her sister, only to have her ears explode with an eruption of laughter and knee slapping. "Lots of freak'n selfies..."
The laughter would likely continue her ear for the next few hours, and with her sister's cackling sounding like nails on a chalkboard, Meara hastily disconnected their telepathic connection to end the shivers down her spine... or rather, the tenseness growing with frustration from within.
Meara enjoyed cosplay. She loved going to conventions, dressed up in character, even ones that were scantily clad. Being googly-eyed by complete strangers wasn't anything new to her... but that crowd was her crowd. They were fellow geeks, many of whom flaunted for pictures of any cosplayer who happened to pass them by. But this... this was nowhere near her comfort zone. In fact, it was in a completely different district of Japan, outside of her comfort zone. Maybe across the continent, or perhaps left back in America before they moved? Yea, going to a festival dressed up as a... well, certainly not a "traditional" maid, though maybe traditional in accordance to Halloween standards and forced to take several selfies throughout the festival in front of various vendors... yea... comfort zone for this... located on Mars.
Nevertheless, the pair had a job to do, or at least, a lead to follow up on. They had scouted areas on information that held far less than the intel they had for this very night. Still, Meara doubted the information they had and assumed the punishment of taking pictures throughout the festival, though somewhere, deep inside, perhaps not yet fully discovered, sat a form of anxiety and worry that had nothing to do with her costume situation...
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