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Ok boys and gals this is a rp contest for some pretty scary looking noodles

two in particular the name of the game is to see how crazy you think they need to be
Start Date:November 3rd
End Date: November 6th.

Prompt:
"Before he came to The Lucky Noodle, [Batholomew] resided in a large, Basement of a abandoned manor far outside of town. Old and decrepit as is was, the manor had gained a reputation over the years with kits and teens for being a creepy spot to visit on Halloween. On one particular wet and horrid Halloween, [Batholomew] caught a [couple of] such kid creeping into his domain. Only [Batholomew] and the kid know what happened from there.... Well maybe not all the kids... made......"

Reply to the prompt by rping out the nights event.
You can do this either through the eyes of [Batholomew] or through the eyes of one of your own noodle(s).

Rule:
1. Only rule! Unfortunately, we would strongly prefer if he was not rp'd as
being 'purposefully'. we would strongly advise you rp him as either being crazy, evil, or a combination of the two. (Purposefully as in handing flowers to someone for a present - as opposed to accidentally breaking up a fight or handing flowers to someone who is allergic to them)

Notes:
1. He Is free Reign on his abilities and what not.

Username: Path of the Dragon
Future Noodle Name: Onryolyeh
Reply:Water dripped reluctantly along the cracked cement of the infamous manor, as though sensing the dangers posed even to things as innocuous as mildew and rot lurking in the shadows of this forgotten hell. Despite the dilapidated nature of the building's aged design, the scents one would expect in a place such as this were alarmingly lacking. The subtle coatings of dust failed to give off a musty air that vision promised the clearer senses, just as the earthen quality one might expect seemed marred by the way even the moss and fungi seemed to cringe from the dark. It was the perfect haunt for ghastly rumors and macabre tales, making a convenient setting for clever wordsmiths and tricky tale tellers. Yet not even they who weaved the tales were ever brave enough to go forth toward the place on Hallows Eve, the one night of the year when spirits could physically affect the world around them.

Yet every generation breeds a new kind of brave - be it the foolish, the ignorant, or the valiant, they all exist in some form or other ever so much more defined than the generation before them. Adramelech was one such brave, though whether it was foolishness, ignorance or valiance that served as his form had yet to be determined. Adramelech lived for tall tales, ghost stories and adventurous endeavors; these were things that had always been a part of his life, even as a bowl. So, naturally, upon hearing about the Haunted House on Batholomew Hill, he absolutely had to go and check it out.

Not alone though. No, Adramelech wasn't always the smartest kit in the litter, but he certainly wasn't ever the dumbest one. He understood strength in numbers, but more importantly he remembered best one of the tricks his mother had taught him before she left. If you are going somewhere dangerous, always make sure to take some people slower than you. That way, if anything goes south, you can use them as buffers while you make your own escape.

Once Adramelech had gathered together his merry band of followers and fools, he slipped the careful watch of his guardian and met them at the base of the hill. It was raining, which was as good an incentive as any to go inside the haggard manor. Adramelech was glad that there wasn't any thunder or lightning, less because they made him uncomfortable and more because that would have made the scaredy-cats run off before the fun actually started.

Half a dozen tiny paws padded gently over murky floorboards, stirring up dust that swirled around their heads and settled into their fur. Adramelech twitched an ear, sensing something just before one of his cohorts sneezed and startled the whole party into puffs of alarm. Coughing slightly as the others glared at the perpetrator, Adramelech turned and licked at his side to smooth down his fur.

"Come on, ya mooks. Wee sneeze gonna spook ya?" He challenged darkly, plodding forward fearlessly. "Lets see what all the fuss is about, yeah?"

As the other kits glanced at one another, a patch of dust bunnies rolled clear of a shadowed area and tucked together near the door, quivering for all the world like living things. Unnoticed by the group traipsing bravely through the hall, a disembodied paw floated by in the wake of the displaced rabbits, disappearing into the dark of the hall.

"Man, this place isn't even scary," Adramelech complained loudly, puffing out his chest in a bold way. "It's just old, that's all." His tone almost sounded like it was torn between boredom and disappointment. Bolstered up by his confidence, someone suggested they check the basement. Nonplussed, Adramelech shrugged and led the wandering way to the stairs, taking a few wrong turns before they found where they needed to be.

As he pawed at the door, an impossibly large eye snapped open and peered upward. In the dense quiet, a soft sound could be heard, a whisper of metal on metal almost like a zipper being done up slowly. Adramelech paused, perking his ears forward. He waited, but when nobody else asked the damning question of 'did you hear that?' he chose to ignore it. Far be it from he to be the scaredy-cat.

Finally pawing the door open, Adramelech kept his ears at the ready, somewhat disturbed by the lack of creepy noises. The door didn't creak, or groan, or even squeak. It opened up silently, like the door of any well-kept house might and, for some reason, that felt far more frightening than an appropriate amount of squealing, rotted wood.

Leading the way down the steps, he sniffed the air, which seemed to grow a little warmer the deeper they went. That was odd. In a house like this, a chill air would have made more sense. The foundations would trap the cold outside, not hold on to the warmth of summers gone by, surely. Shaking his head, Adramelech was about to comment when another pup yipped. Rather than jump back, Adramelech pounced quickly off the steps, giving a clear path to the others and pulling himself from sight. When no amount of screaming occurred, he lifted his head and barked indignantly.

"B-b-behind you!" One of the others yowled, pointing a paw and causing Adramelech's ears to fall back, even as he spun around and backed himself against the stairwell with as menacing a growl as he could manage. A great hulking shape loomed in the darkness, but didn't move. After a moment, Adramelech recognized it for what it was.

"Cha, you idiot! That's just a freakin water heater!" He griped, annoyed with himself for allowing the brainless balls of puff to get him on edge like that. The others joined him at the bottom, and for awhile they sniffed about, Adramelech casually dismissing the oddities and chalking the entire place up to a failed ghost hunt when the pup from before tittered suddenly.

"Oh gee, you scared me!" She squeaked breathlessly, causing Adramelech to roll his eyes. "Wh-what are you d-doing down here mister?"

That caught his attention. He spun around to see the hapless kit addressing a tall adult. He was dark as the shadows themselves, spotted with bright green in a way that reminded Adramelech of poisonous lizards. He seemed normal enough, despite his short tail and zipper-like tattoos.it was only as he registered those that he remembered the sound from before.

"Ke-ke-ke-ke." The stranger's laughter sent a chill right up Adramelech's spine, causing his fur to rise in its wake. There was a chattering sound, one like bats and bones clinking, and the stranger bowed his head as though to gallantly introduce himself.

"Tancha, look out!" Andramelech barked, but it was too late. The stranger's head had already split open, and swallowed her screams whole. Shrill cries of terror spilled from the other pups as the dark head lifted, a too-green tongue sliding out the top of the monstrous stranger's skull to clean the bloodstained teeth as more laughter keened around them.

The other kits scrambled up the stairs in a panic, though Andramelech stalked toward the laughing beast, his entire little body shaking with rage. "Watcher!" His bark had a higher pitch than he would have liked, but at least the laughter stopped. The black fur at the other's shoulder shifted, and a disgustingly wide eye stared at him as he approached. "You overstep your bounds!" The young pup declared, only half sure what those words even meant, but knowing that his mother could make others fall to their knees and beg for forgiveness just by saying them, so they had to be pretty hefty.

Though he couldn't see the other's eyes, so dark in the blackness of his face, Andramelech knew his every movement was being closely observed. "She was just a kit," He scolded, conveniently forgetting he had brought her here to serve as a meat shield in the first place. "What are you doing so far from your post?"Watchers were not supposed to leave their Gates. And they definitely weren't supposed to be haunting dirty old buildings eating kids for Halloween.

"Keh." There was an odd slurping sound as the watcher licked his bloody top-teeth once again, followed by a noise that made Andramelech's nose wrinkle in disgust as the stomach teeth slid out. "Brave little hellhound," the Watcher purred, his voice a singsong medley of children's songs and bedlam screams. "Mommy's not around."

Andramelech refused to be cowed, even as he inched his way toward the stairs. "I'm not afraid of you," He lied firmly, moving to the first step. "You can't hurt me. There are rules - WOAH!"

The kit scrambled back as the black mass launched at him, greens blurring in the swiftness of his motions. "Rules." The whisper was permeated with the stench of rotting breath, making Andramelech recoil further, ears flat against his skull. "Onryolyeh eats fools who talk of rules."

The other's voice had taken on a screaming pitch, one that reminded Andramelech of the mad women he wasn't supposed to remember. He was terrified, but he knew better than to show it. Forcing himself to think over the sound of his pounding heart, the little kit began to hum. Desperately, he hummed the tune of the Plague Song, watching in muted horror as it began to work.

The Watcher's shoulder eye began to close, as the tall adult swayed to the tune. He began to sing, if one could call it that, the simple childhood lyrics distorted by the gnashing of his upper jaws. "Pocket full of posies, Hush! Hush! Hush! Hush!"

An odd whisper bark accented each hush as the Watcher laid himself down and closed his eyes. "We all fall down," He cooed, as the still humming Andramelech continued on up the stairs, only to let out a pig-like squeal when something grabbed him by the scruff and pulled him up the remaining stairs. The last thing he saw was the Watcher's shoulder-eye peering after him as the door slammed shut.

Breathing heavily, Andramelech twisted a bit to look up at the brown muzzle of his uncle Atlas. "On a scale of one to never, when does my grounding end?" He asked as cutely as he could, curling up in the other's grip and pressing his ears back, only to get a firm shake for his troubles and a butt covered in mud when he was unceremoniously plopped into a puddle. "Hey- " he whined, indignant, only for a paw the size of his whole side to come crashing down and squish him to the ground.

"A little girl is dead because of you, and you think the worst of your punishments is a grounding?" The low growl made Andramelech whine. Thinking on Tancha hurt in a weird way, a way he didn't like, and so he squirmed. "It's not my fault! I didn't eat her!" A snarl made him grow still and quiet, and he curled up as small as he could under his uncle's firm paw. When nothing else came, he began to tremble, the memory still fresh. "It's not my fault," He insisted tearfully, before he saw it.

There, behind his uncle's looming legs. A foot, hopping all on its own, black as night and sprayed with poisonous green. He yipped a warning, but not in time as the foot launched out of his view and a second later, his uncle howled and spun off him. The pup lurched to his feet and backed up, watching as his uncle fought the disembodied appendage as it swiped and kicked at him, howling laughter resounding from nowhere and everywhere all at once.

Atlas snarled and finally caught the foot, chomping down on it and causing an unearthly screech to careen from the direction of the house mere moments before the full body of the Watcher appeared in the door, shoulder eye wide with fury. "Catch him, crow!"

The wind picked up and the foot squirmed in Atlas' grip, turning until it could slice open his maw. With a cry, Atlas let go and the foot returned promptly to its owner, zipping back into place as the Watcher cried, "Take him away till the apples are ripe!" Anramelech nipped at Atlas' heels. "He's mad! He's mad, we have to go! We have to!"

Spurred by the kit's panic, Atlas scooped him up by the scruff and left, glad he had been wise enough to leave the others cowering at the school with appropriate guardians to keep watch over them. As he fled, Atlas laid his ears back as he heard the shadows whisper, "When they are ripe and ready to fall, here comes baby, apples and all!"

Andramelech, thankfully, did not hear the threat of death, though his mind was consumed with it all the same. He'd woken a Watcher with no mind left, but there was one thing even a mad Watcher was good at. A Watcher could track and lie in wait for years to catch its prey. The kit watched the trees, curling up smaller every single time he caught one watching him back.

Well behind them, on his porch, the Watcher's zipped lips curved into a predatory grin. "Trick or treat, hmmmnn?"


Do you agree to not rp him as 'purposefully' nice? If not, why? I agree to play him as he is portrayed above until such a time as development dictates otherwise. I am very dedicated to my characters and if after a few months or years the character becomes someone different due to events he has gone through and people he has met, I am not going to box his character into one type setting and refuse to develop him for sake of an agreement made when he was first acquired. That said, I imagine it will take quite some time before he is anything more than what he is now.

Username: Katsura Zanshin
Future Noodle Name: Regina Noctis
Reply: It was Halloween, a time for spirits and spooks, tricks and treats, candy, parties, and the circulations of legends to test brave souls. One such involved a large, decrepit, haunted mansion and the many grisly murders and accidents that had taken place there. Every year the police tried to keep all the kids out of the house, and every year a few kids snuck through.

This year it was three teens, skeptical of the story that there was a ghoul in there that possessed and killed you. They were invincible against baby BS and ghost stories. Crack pots were crack pots, after all. “Alright,” The biggest of the three said, looking at his companions, “all we have to do is spend the night, take some pictures, and we'll be the biggest legends on campus for decades.”

“Tch. No problems. None of us are going to wig out and kill each other. And none of us are suicidal, right? I mean, everything that's ever happened here has had a reasonable explanation. People are so stupid about blaming things on ghosts.” The second boy pointed out.

“But what if the stories are true. You really don't think a ghost could make you kill someone, right?” The third and final member was a smaller girl and she looked fairly terrified. “I mean, nothing like that really happens.....” The boys laughed, the sound echoing up to the manor house.

Regina watched the three teens enter her 'home' and smiled, the thing on her collar giggling madly. The purple noodle licked her fangs, already salivating. She loved blood, both to eat, and to play in. She was made of mist and was able to turn her flexible body into any shape she wanted. The mist also helped her freeze her prey, locking their muscles with fear.

Regina snickered, “Look at this, sweetie, some red hot treats have walked right in for dinner. Oh, the fun we shall have, wont we?” She moved out of the room half misting out the door and down the stairs.

She followed the three teens, slamming doors, making shadows, locking down the house, and slowly herding her prey further from the exits. All the while Regina's collar giggled crazily, the laughter was high pitched like a small child, chilling and haunting. At one point Regina separated the three friends, following the girl.

Sending misty tendrils out, Regina caused the girl to freeze in fear. “Hee hee, hello there, little morsel. Mmm, aren't you a delicious little thing. You're going to get us some food, right?” She bit down into the girl's neck and ripped into it. “Tag, you're it.” She said with a sing-song and a giggle. Mist shot into the wound until Regina's body disappeared completely. The girl opened her eyes and they were a glowing white, just like Regina's.

“One, two more to go, sweetie.” Regina said, her collar giggling like mad, though no one could see it. “Let's go get the big one first and then the second one for desert.” She made her way to the boys, savoring the frightened screaming of the girl whose body she inhabited.

Regina used the girl to kill the two boys, before shooting out of the girl's body and leaving her unconscious. She padded through the blood, paying no heed before bending to rip and tear at the bodies. Both she and the collar laughed gleefully as they played. Briefly, as the sun was coming up, Regina studied the girl she had used as a host, but turned away she wasn't hungry, and the girl would suffer much longer from her memories than anything Regina could do to her.

When the girl woke up, she found herself covered in blood and pieces of the boys she'd once called her friends. Mind nearly broken she ran screaming from the mansion, echos of evil laughter chasing her from the grisly scene.

Do you agree to not rp her as 'purposefully' nice? If not, why? I promise not to make her purposefully nice unless and until some RP causes her to change. I doubt she'll every completely change and I foresee any 'niceness' that she may show being an individual thing (to only one or two noodles) and not a complete change of attitude.

Username: Peter D Hook
Future Noodle Name: Hysteria 'Gaz' Ghastle and her spirit buddy is Mahli (pronounced like Molly)
Reply: It was a dark and stormy night--- Who am I kidding with this stupid cliche? It was just a typical night, like any other old Halloween. It wasn't anything special. Gaz was wandering through her home, grinning to herself as she ghosted across the dusty floor at the top of the stairs. It may have been a typical night, but something fun would come out of it. As if on cue, one of the 2x4s nailed across the window splintered and a few hushed voices followed. The sound startled Gaz and she jumped back, squinting her bright white eyes to see the intruders. She made her way to a dark corner where she hunkered down and waited, watching and listening as voices floated up to her ears.

"Oi! Could you be a bit quieter? Something is supposed to be haunting this place, Vein." The voice was distinctly British, with a faint German undertone, and it belonged to a dapper-looking young fox. His fur was white, from what Gaz could see, and his eyes were a bright periwinkle. His companion was a dark maroon with golden eyes.

The smoky vixen rolled her eyes but she still grinned. Perhaps these two could prove to be fun regardless of the way they looked, which was like 'fearless' bad boys trying to impress a potential mate.

The testy white male, who Gaz had now learned was called Marcello, continued to complain that his friend was being too loud. She had to agree, but she didn't care for the white male's attitude. She whispered into her collar, grinning. "Mahli, why don't you go say hello to the red one?" The black spirit around her collar cackled softly and a thin black mist floated down to the two bickering boys, flowing into Vein's nose. The maroon noodle sneezed, blaming dust before an unsettling feeling began to wash over him.

"He's being louder... Why don't you silence him...?" Vein nodded to himself, before he gasped, shaking his head violently. How could he even think about hurting his best friend? Marcello looked at him with confusion, tilting his head. Vein looked at him fearfully before his expression grew angry at Mahli's urgings and he lunged at the white male, teeth and claws bared.

Gaz watched as Marcello began to scream in agony and she descended the stairs, Mahli returning to her and Vein regaining his senses. "I'll show you what happens to those who dare trespass here in my home... HAHAHAHA!" The halls began to reverberate with the sound of the males screams, and the louder laughter that came from their attacker.

Do you agree to not rp her as 'purposefully' nice? If not, why? Absolutely! She screams crazy! There's no way she'd be nice outside of a basic politeness to noodles she would consider 'friends' or to a potential 'mate'.

CLOSED NO MORE ENTRIES THANK YOU

eee!! Thank you so much!! Going to be crazy for the Thanksgiving, but I'll be looking for RP for this beauty very soon!

Thanks again <3