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 Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 5:54 pm
The store was mildly populated, most likely due to how late it was in the evening. A slow trickle of patrons wandered in an out of the store, drowned out by the holiday music tracks. It was moments like these that everything else seemed surreal, that it felt as if he was simply just human. Syusaki Go ahead and wander the aisles! Roll 1d4, if you roll a 1 or 4 you encounter a family member (feel free to interact/ rp it out but remember the general warning about not letting family know they still exist) that all Hunters know about!
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Syusaki rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 5:56 pm
It wasn’t even December, but the store seemed willing to play Christmas-themed music regardless. Laughing about the change from Halloween to Thanksgiving to Christmas, these were the little things that Wilson had missed. He murmured the lyrics to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer under his breath as he idly browsed the CDs. Most of the bands were unfamiliar to him now. Only a few years and already he was out of touch with what was popular nowadays. Maybe he would be able to search something up before he went back to the island or on the island Ethernet. Maybe? Eventually he exited the music section to browse another part of the store.
“So this year I was thinking of getting new decorations and—“
Familiar voices. Wilson froze and then ducked into the nearest aisle. As the voice faded away, he tried to casually walk out of the aisle and walk behind the person. He draped his hunter’s coat over one arm while stuffing his free hand into his pant pocket. His head hung low, and the more he stared at his mother’s back the more he slouched. His free hand reached up to try and move his side bangs over his face just in case the woman looked behind her, toward his direction.
Look at me.
Don’t look this way.
She’d transitioned into a conversation about dinner and making gyoza, and that was when Wilson turned his head and tried to walk into a random aisle.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 6:41 pm
"She is delicious isn't she," whispered a voice, and it was impossible to tell it if was coming from Wilson's mind out of sheer delusion or if it was indeed something else, "we're going to enjoy eating her."
For a minute the store lights flickered, everything darkened, and then it was back to normal again. Once again the holiday tracks had changed to something about pilgrimages.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 6:53 pm
A whisper, a voice dripping with hushed satisfaction before the words scattered into the air. The remark was so sudden, so out of place that Wilson didn’t react at first, but then he stopped mid-step. Knots began to twist ferociously in his stomach once he’d confirmed that the voice hadn’t been Dabir, and he certainly wasn’t delusional. Not yet, at least.
It felt like he’d swallowed a thousand needles, and if the pain in his throat wasn’t enough, he could still feel them prickling painfully inside his stomach. The sensation spiked briefly as the lights flickered on and off, but the few customers mingling about didn’t seem to notice. They all continued to shop normally while Wilson briskly exited the aisle. He spun around, trying to catch his mother’s lingering back before following after her.
The tingling sensation spread from his stomach to his arms when he watched his father’s tall silhouette join his mother’s. No.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 7:48 pm
For a moment the pressure around Wilson spiked, and it felt almost like Fear.
"I'll tell you why I'm here," the voice whispered, "if you can find me. Go ahead. Look everywhere."
Idle shop patrons, entirely unaware of the situation seemed to slow, as if frozen in time. The shadows beneath them grew longer, took a life of their own. Everything felt cold.
And still, his family moved, just as slowly, unaware.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 8:21 pm
Chills raced down his spine as he felt a familiar sensation. There was no denying it because he was surrounded by the damn thing so often. Fear.
It was a challenge meant to send him into a panic, to try and make him frantically run around the store searching for the owner, but Wilson knew better than that. Even as his blood pumped loudly in his ears, the hunter casually took a step forward. His eyes drifted to the side, watching everyone around him move in slow motion. It was laughable how much it felt like a movie. Almost surreal.
He happened to walk by one of these customers, and as their shadow continued to elongate, Wilson could not help but slow down and peer closely into the darkness.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 8:42 pm
The shadow was attached to a teenage girl who was, in oddly surreal slow motion, checking her latest iphone 6s model, surrounded by luxury and excess. Her eyelids, thick with colour, remained glued to the phone screen.
"Go ahead," coaxed the shadow, her shadow, "attack me. Do it before it is too late." The world around them grew a little darker still.
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Syusaki rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 8:55 pm
Attack.
So simple. How hard could it be?
He pulled off the goggles dangling around his neck and felt the reassuring weight of cannons fall into his hands.
He just swung with as much weight and force as he could.
Too simple, wasn't it? But he wasn't thinking about that, wasn't thinking about how can you hit a shadow.
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