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 Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 6:21 pm
 Youmu Drinks the Strange Brew...!Behind the counter, a strange woman lingers in near-complete darkness over a flame and a cauldron. Stirring slowly whatever unholy beverage bubbles within, she sees Youmu's approach and grins a toothless grin.
"Order up, dearie...vwehehehehehe~<3"
She cackles as you down the drink and eyes you warily...but whatever she might have been expecting, if anything, it did not come to pass.
Surprisingly...the brew is delicious! Intoxicating, even! Way better than the bubbling brew made it look...
The old crone smiled again, as tempting as she could seem with a glint in her black eye.
"Come again soon...vwehehe~"Quote: Gain 1 vial of Strange Brew! *RULE ADDITION:-Can only roll ONE time for Strange Brew per-day, the first time you get a drink each day.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 6:31 pm
 Shiori Encounters...Caliban the Monster!Dog instincts, human instincts, or just base fear keeping her from moving out of the way of the hand, it was clammy cold when it touched her poofy head and trailed gently down her back fur, yet at the same time it was surprisingly...gentle? Yes, it seemed as though the massive hand was petting her, a tense smile creasing the creatures crooked jaw as he seemed to enjoy tousling her poofy pink hair. The feeling was still distinctly unsettling, though...as though being embraced by a corpse.
A chill runs down your spine; yet you appreciate the kind gesture. And before long, the hand retracts and the creature fades slowly back into the mist, walking away, leaving you in peace.
That was...an experience. You have a feeling it will linger with you for a while after this...Quote: Shiori receives the Enchantment: Cold Touch - In your next battle, the touch of the undead monster Caliban will provide you with a ward against Burn and reduce Fire Damage by 25%. Afterward, the enchantment will fade.
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Necromonium generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
15!
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 6:38 pm
 Youmu KonpakuYoumu found herself drinking the beverage...slowly at first....
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Then starting to guzzle it as she realized how wondrous it tasted! The bubbling was a bit odd....But, she was quite pleased with the taste.
"Thank you!" she called to the woman politely, before starting to head to the dance-floor. Well, she was brave enough to drink.... So, she'd be fine on the dance floor...
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She hoped.
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Necromonium generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
29!
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 6:56 pm
 Rena Redeyan
"Mmm... A good, terror-full night...."
The orange haired girl gave a low giggle, her own outfit looking quite mundane by costume standards.....Save for the dull, blood-crusted knife she waved around with every step.
What was she? Exactly as it looked: A maid in a Murder mystery. Gloved hands kept her prints off the knife, a warm smile would beckon most individuals towards her....
And, the maid outfit was just ideal... .After all, it had a smock for cleaning and everything!
"Mmm...Wonder who's wandering this...sinister dance floor.." she mused as she stepped into the foggy floor...
Awaiting her fate...
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Zorc James generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
6!
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 7:34 pm
 Miira Rukiora
Why? Why was she at a party of all places, a place where socializing was the norm? Well, part of it had to do to her mom wanting to get her mind off of her tinkering once and a while and have fun, but what she did WAS fun. The music was not the type that she was wanting to listen to, and she had to wear this dress, so she could look 'adorable'. "Well, at least I could have something to drink..." Miira spoke to herself as she moved over to the drink bar. It would be highly suspicious to just drink something at random, but if she could have a sip just by herself, she could maybe find out if it was safe or not. After she distanced herself a bit, she brought the cup to her mouth to have the first sip of the 'party" please dont be drugged please don't be drugged please don't be drugged...
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 10:05 pm
Miira Drinks the Strange Brew...!Something mischievous danced in the eyes of the hag as the girl in the 'witch' hat sauntered up to the bar and took a cup of the strange brew that she had concocted within. Her toothless lips curled into an amused sneer as she brought it up to her lips and began to take a sip. Suddenly from behind the counter, a low hum came from deep within her throat...like the croaking of an old frog, before ascending into the cackle of a banshee. The crone was absolutely delighted when she delivered the news...
"Careful now, dearie..." she teased Miira, pointing a crinkled finger over her bubbling stew towards the frail-looking girl, "This drink...is a strong one...vweeehehehehehe~ <3"
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Suddenly, with the last cackle of the woman's voice, the world inside of the club began to swim. Violet smoke rolled through blood-red, and an eerie screech in the distance was certain to startle. A change began to come over her...a heightened awareness of mortality, a deep fear, paranoia that something was amiss...and looking down at her hands, they almost appeared to her as though they were...rotting?
Within her stomach a strange, unnatural gurgling began to rumble...an insatiable hunger...and all about her, the shapes of the people who had once appeared normal began to appear as something a little less...alive.
One thought above all began to swim inside of her increasingly-addled mind...
'Braaaaaaiiiinnnsss...!' Quote: For the next 3 Days of Real Life Time, Miira will appear to herself as an zombie. Women around her will appear as zombies as well. And men will appeal to her as an impossibly tasty treat!
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Necromonium generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
41!
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 11:23 am
 Nekura Myonmu
"Oh wow...This is...not what I expected."
The Scarred senior glanced around the...frightfully outstanding party, looking for a familiar face....
"I'd bet my honor that this is going to end badly.. IF I HAD ANY"
He overdramatically posed as he knelt down for a few moments, but quickly stood up, taking to the dance floor with a sort of reckless abandon, glancing around.
"Wonder if the Avatar is around here..." he jokingly mused to himself, brushing his unkempt hair out of his eyes as he wandered...
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Necromonium generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
56!
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 11:25 am
Rena Redeyan
Rena swayed, and danced about the floor...without a care in the world, as she glanced around the foggy floor...Wondering...pondering..waiting..
"Hrm Hrm~ What kind of terror awaits...I wonder.." she mused, palming her bloody knife a bit more, as she ventured out, looking for adventure... For a journey...
For..excitement.
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Rednal generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
4!
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 11:34 am
 Shiori Niko
"Arf! Arfarfarf!" A small canine pawed at Nekura's leg for a few moments, before apparently losing interest and darting over to the side of the dance floor instead. What did the cute little puppy want? Well, nobody knew for sure... it was possible even they didn't know.
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Rednal generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
66!
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 11:37 am
Shiori Niko
Without much in the way of hesitation, though, the puppy moved over to to food area and began sniffing around, apparently stunned by the power of its own sense of smell. Well, even the most mundane things could seem incredible when you were young... apparently. Such was the way things went?
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Necromonium generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
10!
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 11:39 am
 Lukas Xhel-Furaita
"Well, this party is...interesting."
Lukas glanced around the spooky party with a raised eyebrow, more than a touch perplexed at the.....Waist-high Smog. Part of him was worried that this was some kind of terror....Some kind of trap...A horrible occurrance....
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But he just couldn't resist a good party! And, even though he was worried, he had to mingle...And what better place to do that, than the dance floor?
"Though, these robes don't make it easy.." he called, stepping over in the lavish material...wondering if he would get caught on the hem of it if he wasn't careful....
"If only i could see my feet.."
Ah well..Things would work out...right?
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Rednal generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
37!
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 11:42 am
Shiori Niko
As Lukas wondered about his feet, a small canine dashed between his legs, apparently off on a mission of some kind... or maybe it was just following its nose. Who knew for sure? They probably didn't.
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Rednal generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
46!
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 11:46 am
Shiori Niko
Being in human form was drastically better than being in canine form - probably - but the small dog was making the most of the experience anyway. Maybe it was running around trying to find a solution... or perhaps it was just having fun.
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Rednal generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
71!
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 11:47 am
Shiori Niko
In the end, the only one who knew for sure was the puppy, and they weren't telling. Possibly because they couldn't take.
"BARK!"
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Necromonium generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
6!
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 11:55 am
 Saiga Giriko
"God, how does anyone wear this kind of thing.."
Saiga wasn't sure who had invited her to the halloween bash....but, she wasn't one to ignore free food and entertainment. The costume thing had been a bit....difficult to procure, but she wouldn't settle for some run of the mill, wizard, witch, skeleton kind of thing.. No...
She had standards....Even if she was still fighting with the dress-like outfit, and high boots.
"Well, at least with this smoke, I don't have to worry too much." she called to herself, moving to the center of the dance floor.
'Just have to make sure that....I don't let my guard down too much... she thought, glancing around as she danced. 'People have been known to fall into these kind of traps easily...
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