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 Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2024 3:18 pm
Quote: The Face in the Moon (4) : The night seems darker than it should be, but it’s been a cloudy day so it’s not too surprising, unless you’re also factoring in the strange sensation that someone is watching you. You won’t see anyone if you look around, but the longer you’re outside, the more intense and unnerving things become. And then–if you look up–you see why. The moon that you know has been replaced with a devilish face, with wide, piercing eyes and a devilish grimace. No matter where you go, it’s watching you–and it even seems like it’s unusually large in the sky. Maybe others around you have noticed the same thing–or maybe it’s just you. Maybe it’s in your mind, but if you stare up at the face for too long, you begin to hear a low growling, or a shrill static. Its eyes are hypnotic and fearsome. Whether it disappears behind the clouds or the horizon, at some point it is gone. The strangeness fades with the moon, but there’s still no real explanation. It doesn’t photograph, and nothing about it can be recorded. You just have to hope it was a one time nightmare.
“Why the hell isn’t this town normal” Nacrite hissed to herself as her shoulders twitched and prickled. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, but it was nothing like the feeling she got when a White Moon type was around. She’d been out for about an hour now, looking for likely recruits or just energy donors.
All she’d found was too quiet places that should have been bustling and the feeling of being watched.
Growling a little under her breath, the lieutenant leaned back against the outside wall of the bank on Main and closed her eyes, wanting to ground herself. Upon opening her eyes, she nearly shrieked in alarm. Where the moon should have been was a face out of nightmare with devilish features and staring eyes. Shutting her eyes, she held her breath and then re-opened them.
Nope! Giant nightmare face was still there and watching her. Great.
Hurrying away, she glanced over her shoulder to see that the thing was following her and almost seemed to take up the whole sky.
“But I don't want to live in a video game,” she muttered under her breath a little hysterically. She could feel its gaze weighing down on her and thought that she could hear a low, soft growl the more she looked up at it.
Right, okay, no. No, she did not like this. Rushing now, she was only vaguely aware of an Order aura, feeling it was unimportant given the, y’know, giant goddamn face where the moon should have been. In fact, she nearly barreled into a knight and bounced back, landing on her a** as she stared at him.
“Seriously? You just get in my way like that, dude? Rude!”
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2024 8:39 pm
Of all the things Lanting was expecting--
Well. Okay. Everything about this was unexpected.
He and Corvina hadn't been separated for more than five minutes when he'd started feeling....watched. Like something was crawling up his spine. He'd tried to ignore it, but the longer he wandered, the more strongly he felt it, and with the way this week had been going, Lanting was not exactly pleased about this whole....situation.
Especially because he seemed to be the only one out. That was weird. Really weird. And the longer things were weird, the more he wanted to speed up and book it to his meeting point with Corvina so he could go home and put his face in Corvina's chest and pretend nothing was going on outside their townhouse. Maybe snuggle Huohuo a bit. The point was, he did not want to be out.
He looked up at the sky, like there might be answers there--
And there were, of a sort.
A face. Something straight out of Majora's Mask, staring down at him, freezing him in place. He didn't even notice the Chaos aura, or hear someone running towards him, until they almost collided and he yelped and jumped back.
"Nope, nope, not tonight," he said, and without really taking a moment to evaluate the situation slash consider if the officer was actually a threat, he flung the cool spell he'd found on his Wonder at her in the hopes that it might scare her away.Quote: Forgotten Spell: Lanting swings his weapon at a single target within 20 feet of him. From the end of his weapon, a bundle of leaves and orchid petals flies at the target, and when it impacts, it bursts into a brief swirl of sharp-edged petals and leaves around the target.The target will experience the sensation of many small cuts where the petals and leaves make contact, with actual damage at player discretion. This can be used 3 times per battle.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2024 1:24 pm
Nacrite would have expected salty words, maybe an experimental punch thrown. She had no idea that any knight would flash directly into magical attack mode. Especially when she had not been acting as a threat. That this one flung magic at her that stung and sliced like a million papercuts was the absolute height of audacity.
"What the hell is your problem!" she hissed, almost managing to forget the giant face in the sky. Almost.
Regreting that she lacked a more impressive weapon or magic of her own, she nevertheless was capable of punching and kicking. Which she immediately attempted. Swinging a fist, she aimed for the knight's own face, wanting nothing more in life than to smash his stupid nose.
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2024 8:13 pm
Okay. Fine. Maybe Lanting was technically the aggressor in this situation. Maybe he'd jumped the gun a little. He was considering apologizing and offering healing--really, the offer was on the tip of his tongue--but after the accusation, there was very rapidly a fist coming for his face.
So. No on the apologies, then.
Lanting was glad for the speed increase from being a Squire, so he had a chance to duck away, and swing his cane back at the Lieutenant.
"My problem," he said, "is that you're Chjaos, and Chaos ruins worlds, and what did you weirdos do to the moon?!" Because frankly, it seemed as reasonable an explanation as any.
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2024 10:22 am
The cane catching her ribs slowed Nacrite down some. Hissing in pain, she glared for a moment at the knight before throwing herself at him, fingers crooked and intending to scratch his face off at this point.
Even as she attacked, his words registered and she managed a bitter bark of a laugh. That he thought the Dark Kingdom could do anything to the moon was laughable. If they could, they would have ended this stupid war a long time ********, you attacked me first! I was trying to get away from the stupid, goddamn moon! How is that rUiNiNg WoRlDs?!? Your kind,” she spat out, swiping at his eyes with her crooked fingers, “are ******** lapdogs for the White Moon! You’re more likely to ******** around with it than we are! We can’t goddamn touch the moon!”
Now, she was just angry. Sure, they still had a huge, evil moonface staring at them and possibly growling, but she was trying really hard to not think about that. As long as she focused on the knight and kicking his a**, everything would be fine.
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2024 12:31 pm
Okay. Alright. Lanting had maybe misjudged this situation slightly. Not that it mattered anymore, when she was coming at him nails extended like this was some kind of barroom catfight.
He brought up his arm to protect his face and felt her nails dig in--he was definitely going to have to pause before he got home and heal himself to make sure Belle didn't fuss over him--and swung blindly with his cane, hoping to hit something, anything, and discourage her from continuing to fight him.
"Well excuse me for thinking that Chaos could ******** up the moon when it killed my boyfriend's planet!" Man, every time he referred to Corvina as his boyfriend, it felt....good. Maybe it wasn't accurate, but it was nice. "Why would we want to mess with the moon like that? Nobody's looking to recreate Majora's Mask IRL, here!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2024 1:46 pm
If she could have purred when she felt her nails sink into his arm, she would have. She did hiss and howl when the cane swung around and caught her in the face. Letting go, she clapped both hands over her face and hopped back a few ********!” she said, elegantly. Nothing but the best and most refined language from her! The hit hadn’t gotten her eyes, thankfully, but her cheek stung like a b***h. Pulling her hands away, there was no blood, so that was good. With luck, there wouldn’t be too bad of a welt, but since she’d never been caned in any capacity before, who the hell knew?
Glaring daggers at the knight, Nacrite scoffed at the idea of chaos being able to kill a planet. This little jackass yelling about an alien boyfriend wasn’t even that interesting in the big scheme.
“You might want to lay off the dating sims there, buckaroo,” she snapped. “They’re addling what little brains you have left. And how should I know why you’d mess up the moon? You’re the one with access up there, not me! I just want the big, stupid face to go away!”
She’d personally also have loved it if the knight himself would vanish into the night.
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2024 2:23 pm
"Hey <******** you, buddy, Corvina is very real," Lanting said, in a way that he was well aware made him sound very much less real. "Just because a six-foot-ten alien tiger-tiefling beefcake likes me, and you apparently have zero knowledge of the fact that lots of them exist and all of them come from homeworlds that got ******** over by Chaos does not make me the delusional one!"
Not that he sounded very stable or well adjusted, but what the ******** ever.
"Anyway, if you didn't make the face, and we obviously didn't make the face because <******** why, that's stupid, then who the ******** did?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2024 4:01 pm
Arching an eyebrow, Nacrite mentally filed away both name and description. For all she knew, the knight did have an alien boyfriend and if that was the case, any information was a good thing. Still, no point in letting the little s**t know that he’d just gifted her with something potentially useful.
“Right. A tiger-tiefling beefcake. Sure, honey. Because that,” she said mockingly, “doesn’t make you sound like a pixel addicted loser at allllll. You sure your pigeon BF won’t get jealous?”
Maybe if she could rile him up some more he’d give her more things to think about and take to the Generals. Because this was totally about gaining intel and not at all about distracting herself from the giant, ******** face where the moon used to be.
At least she couldn’t hear it growling anymore.
Actually… she wasn’t feeling as watched either. Glancing up, she realized that there was a thick patch of cloud obscuring the moon. Small favors, she thought. But I’ll take ‘em.
“Why would you think we’d do something like that? You just said it’s ******** stupid! No General is or was going to greenlight what amounts to a video game re-enactment. And how in the screaming blue <********> should I know,” Nacrite nearly shouted. “Yelling at me is not going to magically make it make sense!”
Another glance showed that the cloud bank was holding. Only a faint illumination came through. No growls or weird eyes at all. Why, she was feeling almost normal again!
“Seriously, go touch some grass or something,” she muttered.
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2024 4:19 pm
Pixel-addicted loser was not the cruelest thing Lanting had ever been called, but it did definitely bite. Especially considering that he wasn't lying, but--whatever, arguing about it wasn't going to get anywhere.
"Don't you have innocent civilians to drain of energy, or something?" He shot. "Or are you too scared of the freaky moon to be doing your usual nefarious bullshit?" As if he was not also ******** terrified of whatever was going on with the moon.
"Anyway, whatever, we're obviously not going to solve it, and you're not doing anything dangerous, so.....I'm gonna leave, and if you attack me, I will make you regret it, trust me on that." He pointed his cane her way, a threatening little shake. "Also, I touch plenty of grass, my Wodner has a really nice garden--no, you know what, I don't owe you any explanations."
He didn't!! He did not have to argue with her!! He told himself, and if he told himself that enough times, maybe he'd start to believe it.
So he turned on his heel as dramatically as he could, fully prepared to stalk off into the night.
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2024 6:36 pm
"Aww, sweet baby," Nacrite cooed, absolutely delighted by this turn of events. "Is Wodner your pigeon boyfriend? How cute, I'm sure he misses you!"
If this child thought he could rile her by accusing her of being afraid of the moon, he'd chosen the worst tactic. It was kind of cute in a weird puppy energy sort of way. The whole draining innocents would have been the better line to pursue, not that she'd share that with him.
Especially not when he was so obligingly taking himself away from her vicinity! Had Christmas come early? Was it her birthday? The man having apparently faded from view was making her feel positively giddy with relief. And as such, she'd keep her barbs verbal and let the knight be.
"Yes, yes, terrible vengeance, blah, blah, blah, bored with you now," she said, waggling her fingers at him in a shooing motion. "Say hi to the pigeon boyfriend for me!"
Blowing a kiss his way, she turned and began walking off herself. She'd been through more than enough tonight and all she wanted was a bottle of wine to help her forget the nightmare that had been the face in the moon.
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