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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 6:38 am
For some weeks now, flyers and rumours had run amok on the streets of King's city. Someone, or something, was recruiting young people with a vision for destruction, an appetite for... sinister deeds. Details were sketchy at best, and ranged from the purely macabre to the outright ridiculous. But there are those that will believe a rumour, and furthermore, display interest in the advertisements of a dark mind. Only those that seemed worthy, truly dedicated to the idea, were selected. Dark hearts that wanted to secure their own destiny. Of course, King's city these days has become something of a hotbed for the weird and wonderful activity afterdark, but this evening, Friday the first week of October, would be no exception. In fact, it would be far weirder, far more curious than any other before it because this night, wickedness was taking form. The heroes of King's city would never be prepared for what they would face, soon. Nothing like it had ever existed before. The hillside graveyard, not too far from an old, decrepit church in the forgotten parts of a suburb, swam in darkness, a few brave, confused youngsters had ventured from their beds, into the cold of the night, flyers and invitations summoning them to this location. For some, it seemed appropriate, for others... well, for others it was a little late and cold. The place seemed deserted, devoid of the living, wreathed in the half-breathed memories of the long-dead souls. The dead do not like to be disturbed. In fact, they dislike it thoroughly. The graveyard swallowed sounds normally, a sharp breath, a whimper of fear, it drank in these noises, but tonight.... tonight something rustled, carrying over the dry whisper of grass, the scrap of metal on stone. Chains glinted in the moonlight. The dead knew this figure. The essence of wraiths clung to his walk, spectres of shadow danced in his footsteps. Low, spine-chilling noises crept about the graveyard as a figure made its way into a halo of moonlight. The dead reviled and loved him. As he reviled and loved the living. "Please, come closer." His voice murmured from the hilltop, slithering down the dark steps of tombstones to the young students who had come. They had come seeking power, they had come seeking revenge, darkness and new idealisms. And he would offer them these things. All that you desired. He could grant the wish, the need, the hope you held deep in your heart. The question was, did they have the guts to become GHOULS?
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 3:30 pm
 Who could refuse an invitation like that? The information on it had been vague, but that had only caught Caleb's attention,and when life arranged itself perfectly, he knew that he had to go. It was almost as if fate itself had made sure that no one would be there to distract him from going, with his parents taking his sister out of town for the weekend, and leaving him alone. He did leave a note, explaining where he had gone, just in case, but he wasn't expecting that it would be needed. This was all probably just some sort of elaborate prank by either freshmen or seniors who were bored. Whoever had been in charge had picked the perfect time for a meeting like this, dark, cool, and, even if he didn't want to admit it, slightly spooky, and he clutched the handle of his flashlight tighter. It wasn't very bright, just enough that he could see his feet in front of him, but that was better than tripping. " Please come closer," a voice murmured, calling down from the top of the hillside. He shouldn't, he knew better, but Caleb found himself inching forward none the less.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:41 am
The figure upon the hill held up a hand to the first of the brave, young people that had come here this night. Like many of them, there was a hesitancy at being here, but undeniable curiosity.
"Long have I wandered in darkness, searching for a way back to the light." The figure stepped toward *Caleb*, chains rattled and the ground around the hill rumbled and shook. It wasn't the strength of a quake, or the violent bursting of some huge drill seeking entrance to this private gathering, a small, localized rumbling.
Like the dead were digging.
"But to me, the light has become forbidden fruit. Tell me, do you want the power to crush your enemies?" The strange tattoos, outlining bones and joints, began to glow with a dark, necrotic energy. "The power to take what you need, what you want, so that none can stop you?"
"Do you wish to be safe from enemies? Strike fear into the hearts of your tormentors? To have what is yours by right, by choice? The strong rule, the weak perish. This is the way of things. But I can give you strength like no other's."
Mist rolled along the ground and built up, a thin, twisted groan broke the graveyard. A gnarled, decayed hand crawled its way from the bed of a nearby grave, followed by arms and head.
The dead and living would rise in this graveyard tonight.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 4:57 pm
He held his ground as the figure moved towards him, the ground rumbling, and the chains clanking. He wasn't scared, though he thought he should be, and he remained silent as the figure spoke. Power. Safety. Choices. This is what the flyer meant when they asked if you wanted to rule the world. That was what this stranger, whose strange markings had started to glow, seemed to be offering.
The strong rule, and the weak perish. That was how the world should work, and the part of Caleb that he considered to be wolf responded. There was no hesitation for once, no questioning of whether this was the right choice. "Yes."
He was ignoring the rest of the world, the mist and the sounds of the dead rising. "What must I do?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 4:28 pm
 Kali had overheard some girls from Valley High talking about some mysterious flyers that had been showing up around there school lately. When she asked about it they gave her one of the flyers. Looking at it she realized that it was the same flyer that had been appearing all over town for a few weeks. She wondered if they had anything to do with the rumors that something was happening at the graveyard tonight. Well the only way to find out was to go check out the graveyard. Standing at the entrance of the graveyard she turned her flashlight on before moving deeper into the graveyard. Noticing the group of students next to the hill, it was obvious she a little late to the party. She had been to faraway to hear everything the cloaked figure said but the end sounded like something to do with wanting power or give strength which meant that he was probably the world domination guy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 4:58 am
Kali was not the only latecomer. Many had found their way through the treacherous grounds, some, the unworthy, had turned back. But still, almost a dozen figures had decided to make the journey.
Craven noises gurgled out of the grave nearest the bold Caleb and slowly, like a creature from a horror movie, a skeleton pulled itself free of the dirt and grass, white-grey bone stark in the moonlight. Then, like a great hand of darkness had stretched forth, the moon vanished behind clouds.
The skeletal servant fell to its knees before the cloaked figure, bones crunching into position.
"You are bold. Strong willed, power shall be given to those who deserve it." The cloaked figure threw back the tattered, worn cloth and pulled out a simple necklace. He held it toward Caleb like the spectre of death offering some arcana artefact. "Swear your allegiance to me and this power is yours."
The figure was still cast in shadow, his eyes and head mostly covered, all but his lips showed, so his eyes, lidded and cautious, did not show. The crowd seemed in awe of the show of power. The dead were his to command, and so to were those who went against him- this creature that would lead GHOULS, this figure of dark and secretive design.
But, just in case the answer was no.... well. There were ways of dealing with spies and those offering up false platitudes.
The beacon held in the figure's hands seemed to pulse with energy, reaching out longingly to Caleb like it could sense him, like it was sentient and wished nothing more than to join their essence. What would become of him if he agreed, if he said yes? There was only one way to find out. And if the answer was no, the door to the future might close forever. How the shadowy figure would react, it seemed infathomable.
"Come closer, child. Do not be afraid." He called to Kali, Like a warm, welcoming uncle promising more than the mundane life that those chosen were about to leave behind. And ever, the question begged. What was to be sacrificed for this power?
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 12:10 pm
Caleb's eyes flickered briefly around the graveyard, as he heard cracking noises come from the grave nearest to him. The dead were rising, and he suspected that the cloaked figure had something to do with it. Still, they weren't moving to attack, so they weren't a threat, not yet, and he turned back towards the figure.
He was holding out a necklace, one that seemed to be pulsing with power, and it was calling to him. There was just something about it that made Caleb want to reach out and grab it. He resisted the temptation, certain that that wouldn't have gone over well.
There was really no choice here, he had already decided the moment the spectre had asked for it. It had just taken him a moment to decide how to say it.
"This I swear; I will serve you."
There would be a price, eventually, Caleb was sure, but for what had been offered, he was willing to pay anything. Even if it meant his soul.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 5:59 pm
Kali watched fascinated as the Skeleton pulled itself out of the ground. Under different circumstance it probably would have scared her a bit or at least startle her. Instead it made her more curious as to what this power was. It had seemed almost natural that the moon vanished as the skeleton knelt before the cloaked figure. She wondered if the skeleton had anything to do with the power he was offering, the dead don't rise on their own ... usually.
Technically they shouldn't rise at all, them being dead and all. Not that she really really cared about technicalities anyways.
She had been paying more attention to the skeleton and cloaked figure than the people around her. She listened as he talked to someone near were the skeleton had risen. She move closer to cloaked figure as he called out "Come closer, child. Do not be afraid." She wasn’t afraid this was far too interesting to run away screaming like the people in moves did and if she did that then she’d never get to know what happened. After all there wasn’t any time to be scared when the most interesting thing in your life was happening. Well she thought so anyways.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 6:23 pm
(Taiga exists but Lural is a snail and Taiga is photo-shy)
He had come with the crowd but had drifted off to one side the moment everyone had settled down, the press of teenagers and a few older folk rubbed at him the wrong way. He knew he stuck out like a sore thumb, pale and ethereal in his pristine white clothes, pale skin and white hair, eyes hidden by pale blue framed sunglasses. Or perhaps he didn't stand out so much as blend in. For all the others knew he could be just another ghost that haunted the graveyard, even the one whose body lay under the broken Weeping Angel statue he stood by.
He almost reached up to remove his glasses, but decided against it at the last moment. He could see just as well with them, as he could without them. Night time was his preferred part of the day after all. It was better for Taiga anyway, with his glasses on no one would gawk at his eyes, pale like that rest of him, but with them on he drew even more attention. He sighed and removed them, storing them in his pocket as he'd forgotten the case at home.
Home, what a joke. It was too easy to slip out and it would be even easier to slip back inside. After all, no one was looking out for him or even cared much about him. He was just another child, one who could die at any time. One whose life felt like a lie to begin with.
He shifted, turning his attention back towards the one who called them all there, watched as he held out the necklace to the boy with blue hair. Listened as his voice ensnared the crowed just as much as his little show of power had. Taiga could honesty say that he was impressed by this man, and as a spoiled little rich kid, not much impressed him. He caught himself leaning forward, as the boy took the necklace and waited with baited breath for the next scene to unfold.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 10:35 pm
(At least I'm equally slow on all owed kids. Damon exists, but like Lire said, I'm a snail. But you'll see Damon and Taiga before the end of the event.)
Moving day was always the worst. A new home, a new city. Most kids only had to deal with new friends and a new school. Damon had to get used to a whole new family. He was tired of it. No matter how much he liked a family, he'd be shipped off somewhere else in a couple months. Not that he cared for his last foster family. Really, it was the principle of it all. The fact that Damon had no choice in any of this.
The family he was with now... well, they seemed nice enough, but Damon just wasn't in the mood. They were throwing him a 'welcome home' dinner, but all the questions they were asking? He didn't want to talk about his trip, about the move, and he certainly wasn't going to answer questions about how his father was doing! Mostly because he didn't know. Maybe he'd over reacted when he stormed out of the house, but he didn't care right now. He just wanted to be alone. Maybe he could find something good about the city while wandering around.
He'd been seeing a lot of these papers around as he walked. Fliers asking if people were gifted, or if they wanted change or to rule the world. Something like that. They were everywhere though. When he inspected them, it directed people to the graveyard. It sounded like some kind of party, and since he had nothing better to do, he wandered until he found it. At least he was pretty sure this was it. It was a graveyard, and it seemed like there were people. Though there were some pretty strange noises. Maybe it was an attempt to make it seem spooky.
It was a pretty good attempt. There was some guy beckoning a girl closer, and ... were those people kneeling? Wait, they looked kind of like skeletons. This was a costume party? Whatever. He was here, so might as well make the most of it. But it seemed he wasn't the only one who had hung back to see what was happening. He noted someone by an old grave statue. Was this guy going to jump out at people to spook them? Just what was going on here?
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 8:14 am
(I was gonna get the little banners they have, but I kinda forgot |3;; )
From what he saw of the fliers, Jeremiah had at first though they were some stupid party plans, and hadn't really bothered to read them. But as more appeared and the rumors started, the more curious he became until he finally read over what the fliers said. And now, here he was, making his way into the graveyard, excitement running through him.
It was just another party for him, but an exciting, life changing one.
Amidst the blowing wind and the rustling of the autumn leaves he thought, no, he was pretty sure he heard something."Hey, anyone here yet?" He looked around until he noticed a cloaked figure and several figures on the hill. [color-darkred]"Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have stopped for that slushie. He grumbled, heading up the hill, just as the guy finished what sounded like a world conquest speech.
"Sounds fun, where can I sign up?" And the chance at power? Well, that really did sound fun. Seems like this party wouldn't be lame after all.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 1:44 pm
Clutching the flyer in one hand as he made his way carefully past the abandoned church, Jayke slowly walked up the hill, the occasional sharp retort of a teenager who had stepped in a gopher hole or gotten their clothes snagged on a bush an indication that he was definitely heading the right way. He had spotted the flyers, as had so many others, and had quickly snatched one as it had flitted about like a white bat, confused by the sunlight. At first he had dismissed it as a sort of weird, cultish gathering; after all, Halloween was coming up. But he had never been able to resist when something caught his curiosity, and the flyers alone had been enough to unnerve the brutish thugs that he had been forced to attend school with. Anything that promised aid to keep those neanderthals in their place was worth looking into.
He didn't even need to sneak out of the house; he went out through the front door in the cover of night. His foster parents knew that their son snuck out on a regular basis, but believing strongly in individual freedom, they only asked that whatever he was doing, that he didn't get caught and was home in time for school. Preferring to travel to the forest on his night trips, Jayke had a bit of trouble actually navigating to a suburb, a place that he would usually avoid, deserted or no. The darkness seemed thicker around the church and it's adjacent graveyard, and Jayke felt a shiver of fear in spite of himself. Usually he could take comfort in the sounds of the night; animals romping through the bushes, insects and frogs chirruping in chorus, and the fluttering of an owl's wings as it flew home with its prey. But here, aside from the noise of the more uncouth animals who saw the dark as their enemy, there wasn't so much as a cricket chirp. That, to Jayke, was very unnerving.
He finally reached the graveyard, hanging back as he saw the group of others there, watching a strange figure inviting others to come closer. He could hear strange and eerie sounds underfoot, and as he squinted through a gap in the gathering of teenagers, he saw what appeared to be a skeleton kneeling before him. The obvious signs of age sure made it look real, not like the chalk white skeleton the science teacher used to crack bone jokes that were older than Mother Earth herself. He couldn't make much out of the figure cloaked in shadow, and curiosity peaking, he inched closer.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 11:12 pm
 At first Takuma thought the fliers were just a joke and then it hit him. When he saw where it was the flyers were beckoning fools to his stomach sunk. It seemed kind of early for some drunken Halloween party to be going on in the graveyard and the weirdos that normally would party there any day of the week weren't the kind to advertise their going ons. It had to be the maniac from the other night. He was certain of it. Takuma had not been able to stop thinking about that night. It had happened a few weeks ago but it still felt like yesterday. How close had he been to dying? Did it really matter? If it had been a civilian instead of himself they would not have fared as well. He could not get that cloaked man's voice out of his head. "Think about my offer." The graveyard that the gathering was at was nowhere near Takuma's home. When he saw an opening he snuck out of the house and rode his bicycle to a park that was a little ways from the graveyard. His parents would not notice him missing that evening but he was well aware they would become aware of his absence in the morning if he didn't get back before they got up. He hopped off of his bike and locked it to a set of bars not knowing when he would be able to come retrieve it. Hopefully it would still be there but if it wasn't that was a sacrifice he was willing to make. Getting home late and being in a world of trouble was also a sacrifice he was willing to make. Takuma headed into the forested part of the park debating how to proceed. He understood far too well that what he was going to find there would be real. Once the boy had walked along a forest path long enough to be alone and know nobody was watching he raised his beacon and transformed with a flourish that made the sky rumble ominously. The offer had not been towards him, it had been towards Rakurai. The air was crisp and still. It seemed unnatural with the degree of quiet but the calmness of the weather left Takuma able to think clearly unlike last time. As he walked the rest of the way to the meeting place Rakurai focused on remaining calm so he could extinguish the glowing aura his uniform naturally had. If he let his emotions get the better of him the runes would flicker back into existence. Once he arrived to the area he noted the crowd of people and ducked off to the side to wander into one of the darker sections of the graveyard keeping his distance from the other people that mulled about. He crouched beside a statue praying he was not directly above someone that could become mobile. The last thing he wanted was for some undead puppet to spring forth right underneath him. Rakurai wanted to see what the cloaked figure was up to but for now knew it would be best to keep his distance and listen. This enigma was not something he could ignore. What the hell was happening to his beloved Kings City?
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 11:15 pm
(Naois AKA- Feywild has been given the go ahead to watch this event ^_^ His/Her Awakening has been done and is in Lural's Que for arting later *laughs*)
Naois had been torn. The flyers he had seen were sort of foreboding. Since his awakening he had become more mentally open to certain aspects of life and magic. He was still coming to terms with certain aspects of his magical nature in fact. He did not want to go looking for trouble, and he had a deep gut feeling that was exactly what he was going to find there. Yet at the same time...he felt it was his duty to at least appraise himself of the situation. Something was happening. Something possibly dangerous, and with his appointment as a defender of the city, it was his duty to be aware of the trouble that could be coming ahead.
So it was that Naois finally accepted that he would need to go to this cemetery place. But...he would be quiet and stay out of sight. He would only listen for now, and consider what to do after that. When night came, Naois found himself touching the moonstone ring on his finger. Twisting it in place, he released the magic to transform into Feywild.
He...she... It always left Feywild a little dizzy after her transformation. Turning into a girl was not a normal process she was sure, and the information she had been given about it still had her confused. Still...she had to accept that this was the price of her magic. Feywild spread her fairy wings, stretching them out before stepping out onto the balcony of her apartment. From there, she leapt into the air, and easily caught herself with the beating of her wings. As quick as a hummingbirds beat, she hovered, then set off for the cemetery.
When Feywild managed to reach her destination, she found herself a old tree within the cemetery. From it's branches she felt she would have a excellent vantage point. Plus, if she needed to she had a better place to defend herself with her bow if need be. She carefully landed, and her wings vanished, so as not to create a obstacle when she got herself comfortable in the tree. From above, she bore witness to the gathering of people. Coming through the gravestones, she had to wonder...just why these people had come. There were so many...was that worrisome? Feywild had not imagined so many people would answer this call. The comers were of less concern when compared to the cloaked figure. Feywild's purple eyes narrowed as she watched him from above. She would wager her wings that this one...was one of those people she had been warned of. As she watched the exchange between the cloaked figure and some of the others that had come, she witnessed the raising of..."Good Gods." She whispered softly to herself. The dead...the dead were coming out of the ground. How...utterly profane!
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 12:13 am
 BAD GUYS! BAD BAD BAD GUYS!
Flutterby was, for lack of a better word, excited. She was going to go see some Bad Guys -finally-. Ever since her awakening, she had diligently flittered out of her house every night to try and find something to do. Thus far she'd had -no- luck at all. Tonight seemed like it was going to be a bad night for her too. Her sister had stayed up late, which frustrated Crysta to no end. She had been afraid she'd miss everything! Finally though she went to bed, and Crysta was able to transform.
Standing a mere six inches tall, Flutterby honestly felt proud of her little butterfly form. She exited through a window she had left open, and made a 'butterfly line' for the cemetery. She knew she had arrived late though, when she saw all the people that were within. With a narrowed gaze, Flutterby kept herself behind some tombstones, and attempted to get close enough to see each ot the people there.
Okay. Cloaked glowy tattoo bone guy...that had to be the main baddie here. He was way too cloaky and talked a lot. That made him clearly the main guy! Flutterby...did not like the dead things that were around either. Evil Spirits!! She KNEW it! her hands gripped her staff tightly while glaring. Oh that was so evil evil! Making the dead come back was SUPER evil! There were way too many of them for her to put back to rest though. Flutterby's brows knitted together unhappily. Okay, so she couldn't undo the magic...but she could look at the lackeys right?
There was some kinda blue haired boy. She did not know him, and he looked fairly easy to miss in a crowd. So she needed to like, make really sure to memorize him. That way she could keep an eye out for him later. He seemed to be accepting the baddies offer. That made -him- a baddie now too.
Then there was a girl with purple in her hair and a super cute pink shirt. She seemed to not be afraid either, and as Flutterby watched and frowned, she was sad to note she was probably a baddie too. Well..baddies needed hot chicks on their side right? That was one of the rules of magical fights.
Let's see...what other icky people were here? Flutterby's eyes landed, rather easily, on a super white boy. She had thought at first that he was only another poor dead spirit raised up by the main baddie. But no..that was -really- a boy! Wow... he was not gunna be hard to miss now was he? Though, she'd never seen anyone like that before..that made four baddies. This was troublesome!
No wait..make that five. Flutterby's wings fluttered behind her. She looked over some brown haired boy and flittered from her current hiding spot and to another one closer so she could listen. Aw. Why did the bad guys have to be the cute ones? Inwardly she wanted to yell at them to go away. That this was a bad idea. They should not be here. Couldn't they see the dead things? The place screamed of negative energy! Bad Spirits!! Evil Spirits!!
On top of this another boy appeared. One with..such super pretty hair too. It made Flutterby sad that such pretty people would be drawn to such ugly things. She shifted behind the tombstone and crawled up to a cracked area so she could peek out better. Well..he had not seemed to have been given anything. Flutterby supposed that the ones that had not been gifted anything magical yet still had a chance right? They could still leave. And if the baddie wouldn't let them..then that was what she was here for! She'd help them!
There was...one other that she could see. She had to lean out a bit further to see him, and she nearly fell flat on her face. Jayke!! What was he doing here!? Oh that boy! She told him! Warned him! Bad things were out here, and now he was walking right into the middle of all this negative energy! She had warned him that his negativity could bring bad things hadn't she! Oh no no no! Flutterby's eyes welled up with anxious tears. He couldn't become a baddie! He just couldn't! He was like her spirit brother! She was gunna kick his a**!!
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