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Most of the guests have scattered now, most heading for the dining rooms or sitting rooms, but some even braving the grand staircases to escape the fountain. The dark liquid continues to bubble ominously, but the fog does not appear to return; only a thin mist comes from the fountain now, making it difficult to see the floor. A few guests had desperately tried to return to the entrance room, but the grand doors may well have been walls for all the good their pounding did. A laugh begins to echo through the parlour; not as wicked as some would expect, simply a laugh of amusement. Quite inappropriate, given the situation.

"Are you trying to leave early? How rude."

The voice tsked, though it seemed to echo less now; the sound was seeming less wispy, as though its owner was approaching, becoming closer than felt comfortable. Nonetheless, the host was still nowhere in sight, although a single, large black feather floats down from the ceiling... it's almost entrancing to watch, but the second it delicately lands on the floor, the world goes dark. Terror seizes the room as people can't help but think last time they lost their vision, people went missing. Anyone could be next.

Screams.

The light returns in an instant, and once more the guests appear to have thinned.

Despite the hiccup, the chandeliers are still to die for...

RNG 1 - 42
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One Little Jay

Adalina

Kivras

Fenris

Smerdle

Rook

Sara Siren Noire

Anaiise

irishgirl1017

Wynter

FrostyPeaches

Jocelyn

musicaloner7

Viper

Porcelain pinch

Blitz

Death Becomes Her

The following have been brutally murdered! Enjoy reading the description of how your character has been taken out of the game of this wicked host. Not to fear, all of the 'deceased' guests have simply been escorted back to the reception room after their brief moment of personalised horror - anything they may have seen or felt was nothing more than an illusion. The room has been restocked with even more delectable canapes and even larger, main course meals should you desire it. Small tables that can seat two to three people have been strewn about the room, and you are encouraged to keep mingling!

( Should you cease to roleplay post-death that is fine, however you're welcome to keep showing off your beautiful outfits and commitment )

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Strawberri Stardust

Autymn

Where others saw darkness, Autymn saw blinding light. It emanated from her sister, the light so piercing that Wynter was impossible to look at. The air grew cold and as the light faded, the blue hybrid looked... wrong. Her body had become steel, simply painted to look like the colours of Wynter. Autymn had no choice but to watch in horror as her sister began to melt, the molten steel pooling on the floor. Looking at her own hands, she saw her fingers begin to turn to copper, the metal slowly working it's way up her hands and arms. A sudden heat consumed her, and the metal began to drip.. drip... Her twin's fate would be hers as well, melted into a puddle! Just as the heat became unbearable, a hand grasps Autymn's shoulder, a coolness seeping from the mysterious figure into her body. The room appears dark once more, and the next time she sees light it is when she is standing in the entrance room, unscathed but still feeling uncomfortably warm.

Mauserati

Zazie

The darkness surrounded the bakeneko, seeming impenetrable. Suddenly, a flash of blue appears in the corner of her eye; when she turns to inspect it, it's disappeared. Darkness once more. Then another flash, red this time, to her right. The flashes come more frequently now, looking like small, localised fireworks of all different shades. Zazie can see now that when they explode, they leave a puddle of colour beneath them. As they began to appear more often and in quicker succession - three or four different colours popping at a time - the area around her begins to slowly fill with the colours. As they mix, they turn to an inky black, similar to the darkness around her but.. thicker. More tangible. As the colours continue to flash around her, Zazie can see the glint of glass. She's trapped! - in a giant laboratory flask. The beaker is filling, slowly at first but now far, far too quickly. The inky black mixture is up to her waist, then her chest... banging against the glass proves fruitless and soon the mixture surrounds her; once again, the bakeneko can see nothing but darkness, smothered by the liquid. The sound of glass breaking sounds thunderous in the silence, and the black liquid pours out, allowing Zazie to breathe once more. Swept away with the mixture, she finds herself sliding into the entrance room, seemingly untouched by the now-gone ink.

Katsura Zanshin

Madla

No longer in the parlour, Madla didn't experience the darkness the other party-goers did. As she went to take another drink from the champagne she had obtained, she saw that it had become inky black with a thin mist wafting from the surface. As this strange change was being observed, a soft giggling echoed to her left. Silence. Giggling again, further ahead now to her right. The motherly geist could not find the source of the child-like sound no matter how hard she searched until, after what felt like an eternity, a figure appeared in the distance. It was a child with five, black unblinking eyes staring at her. It took a step forward and hesitated, no longer giggling but standing in ominous silence. It stood, staring at Madla... then leapt. The child began to sprint towards her, mouth opening in a shrill scream but as it neared the giest, it began to melt, leaving a trail of dark liquid behind it. By the time it had reached Madla, the child was little more than a shadow with liquid form, exploding into a spray of inky darkness that encased the geist. After a few moments of smothering entrapment within the goo, it began to turn to steam, slowly dissipating around her. Light could be seen once more, as Madla had somehow returned to the entrance room.

Higher or Lower?: Lower

RP Response: This was not what he had signed up for.

While Rook might have normally been more concerned with helping others to calm down and get out, something in the air had him panicking a little more than usual. Why had they been gathered here? Were they slowly being culled for meat? Why was he being so morbid?

He entered a room with a large table at its center, ornate chairs surrounding it. A pristine feather floated through the air in front of him, landing softly at his feet.

This time he didn't flinch quite as abruptly when the screams began.

Higher or Lower?: Lower
RP Response: Adalina finally caught her breath, turning to acknowledge the baeneko that had come up next to her. "Oh why thank you deary, it's so good to see that some of your generation still have class. Respect and manners when it comes to the elderly." She narrowed her eyes at the long-haired Grimm who in her opinion had made a rude and thoughtless comment. "You are quite a sweet girl, perhaps your right I should be looking for him." She started to get up and brush of her dress, tucking her hair back into place.

Higher or Lower?: Higher...?
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The following have been brutally murdered! Enjoy reading the description of how your character has been taken out of the game of this wicked host. Not to fear, all of the 'deceased' guests have simply been escorted back to the reception room after their brief moment of personalised horror - anything they may have seen or felt was nothing more than an illusion. The room has been restocked with even more delectable canapes and even larger, main course meals should you desire it. Small tables that can seat two to three people have been strewn about the room, and you are encouraged to keep mingling!


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Higher or Lower?: lower
RP Response:

More!? Fenris could hardly believe it when even MORE of the guests just...up and disappeared!

Well, he was now less concerned with them, and now more concerned with how he could try and get those that remained to calm down...which seemed hopeless with the other grimm carrying on.

But, honestly, he more needed to make sure everyone was okay. And he did so by going around to those that remained, aside from the hysterical ones, as he was sure they wouldn't listen, and just...rumbled. A low rumble of 'it'll be fine.'

What more could possibly go wrong - haunted fountains and faulty lights seemed beyond a coincidence. While some guests stayed together, most had scattered, their fate unknown. Smoke began to lift off the feather that had so delicately landed on the floor, before bursting into flames. A bright, purple fire burned for a moment or two, before the fire and feather disappeared altogether. The air felt warmer now, a welcome relief to some. There was a thickness to the warmth, though, and a rotten smell began to fill the mansion.

"I really must insist you enjoy the full premises."

The voice returned, sounding to every individual as if the host were standing right behind their shoulder. Blood began to ooze from the walls, the wood and marble seeming to pulsate to the beat of an unseen heart. The thudding was slow at first, but quickly gained speed into a rapid tempo. Just as it seemed to reach a climax, chaos broke loose. Some guests seemed to lose the floor beneath them, others were pulled into the walls. Within seconds the parlour was empty, the guests scattered throughout the mansion.

Really now, this wallpaper is murder for one's appetite...

RNG 1 - 1o
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Kivras

Fenris

Fenris was pulled into a dark tunnel in the wall, and has found himself in the kitchen. There are a number of goblets filled with wine and plates piled with food, obviously in preparation for some great feast. There's a kettle boiling in one corner and a larger larder connected to one wall.

Sara Siren Noire

Anaiise

Similar to Fenris, Anaiise was pulled through a wall panel into darkness. She has found herself in an outside courtyard, the full moon lighting up an eerie scene. There are many half-dead trees and a small herb garden. In one corner of the courtyard, a small fenced off area is reserved for a number of intricate tombstones.

irishgirl1017

Wynter

A floor panel under Wynter has made her slide down underground to what appears to be a work area. Surrounded by cold stone, the only heat comes from a recently-fired furnace in the middle of the room. Workbenches and various weapon racks line the walls. The only way out seems to be a stone staircase leading to a trapdoor, but it won't budge.

Death Becomes Her

The following have been brutally murdered! Enjoy reading the description of how your character has been taken out of the game of this wicked host. Not to fear, all of the 'deceased' guests have simply been escorted back to the reception room after their brief moment of personalised horror - anything they may have seen or felt was nothing more than an illusion. The room has been restocked with even more delectable canapes and even larger, main course meals should you desire it. Small tables that can seat two to three people have been strewn about the room, and you are encouraged to keep mingling!

( Should you cease to roleplay post-death that is fine, however you're welcome to keep showing off your beautiful outfits and commitment )

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One Little Jay

Adalina

Just as she got to her feet, Adalina was swept off them once more. The floor disappeared beneath her as she began to slide through the darkness to somewhere below. The tunnel threw her out of the wall and onto a large, soft bed; a four-poster with exquisite drapes, the quality was high enough to satisfy even the sophisticated kirin. The rest of the room was equally ornate, with beautiful, vintage furniture and glittering jewellery everywhere on display. However, the glimmer and charm of the room began to fade, and the wealth quickly began to turn to poverty. What first looked like a master bedroom was being revealed as a servant's quarters. Misery seemed to fill the air as the drapes were twitched aside, revealing a number of skeletons strewn across the room. A deep hunger seemed to fill Adalina, an experience the wealthy kirin wasn't used to. The bed's drapes - the only things in the room that seemed to maintain their elegance - began to wrap around the woman, slowly squeezing the life out of her. Just as it feels she can take no more, the drapes drag her upwards, pushing her through an open trapdoor and placing her in the entrance room, unharmed.

Smerdle

Rook

Whereas everyone else had never seen the 'death' of the other guests, Rook had been able to witness every illusion - everyone had always been just out of reach, just out of his ability to save. Now he had found himself in an empty dining room, but as the sluagh looked at the table, he could see the chairs suddenly having occupants. Ghostly figures sat at the table, laughing and talking to one another, enjoying the food and drink to their hearts' content. The air seemed jovial, a relief to the dark atmosphere that had been filling the mansion. Then there was a thud. One of the guests had collapsed onto their plate, their once-glowing eyes suddenly lifeless. One by one the guests began to choke and collapse, the room growing cold as it was filled with death. The figures intangible, Rook could do nothing but watch them suffer their fates. Silence filled the room once more, until the figures began to slowly rise. Without making a noise, all of the ghastly figures moved as one and glided towards the Hallowed, surrounding him. Suddenly, they collapsed, sinking their teeth into any exposed flesh. As they began to devour him, darkness filled the sluagh's vision and when he could see again the ghosts had disappeared. There wasn't a single bite mark visible on Rook - after all, they had just been spirits, right?

FrostyPeaches

Jocelyn

Too busy enjoying the free meal, Jocelyn had been oblivious to the guests disappearing around her. By the time she realised she was alone, the parlour was silent. Despite this ominous development, the imp was greeted by a whole new row of tables in the centre of the room, piled high with deliciously exquisite food. Small sandwiches, slices of cakes, whole animal carcasses and any other food she could imagine lay before her. It seemed too good to be true and so, it was almost unsurprising when any food she picked up rotted at her touch. After a few more attempts, all of the food on the table began to lose its splendour, revealing mould and wriggling creatures amongst the morsels. Jocelyn began to feel sick to her stomach, the food she had eaten before suddenly causing her unbearable pain. As she collapsed to the floor, her body shaking, an unseen figure offered her a goblet. She had little choice but to drink the mysterious liquid, but as soon as the first drop entered her mouth, the unpleasant feeling ceased. Looking up, the imp was now back in the entrance room with the other guests, the food around her suddenly seeming much less appealing.

musicaloner7

Viper

While exploring the premises to find the secret behind the illusions, Viper discovered a well-concealed hidden door - of course, not hidden well enough for the senses of an assassin. The door led him through a dark corridor, finally opening into what seemed like a training room. Racks of various weapons lined the walls, from classics like swords and bows to more exotic weaponry from all over Below. Of course, none were unfamiliar to Viper, but it was an impressive collection nonetheless. As he was observing the room, a shadowy mist rose from the floor, solidifying into a masculine, featureless figure. It lurched at Viper, grabbing one of the swords from the wall as it did so. They engaged in mirror combat, dropping and picking up identical weapons as they danced their fight across the room. The hybrid barely broke a sweat to match the figure who in turn had no face to betray any kind of emotion. Finally, after a satisfying bout, Viper struck a killing blow - but as his blade sunk into the shadowy flesh, the figure began to slowly morph. Blood dripped to the floor, seeping from the wound of a figure that was now, very clearly, his twin brother. He coughed up some blood onto Viper's face, before collapsing to the floor. After a few moments of silence, the figure melted into a dark puddle. The only way out of the room was the hidden door which now mysteriously led him back to the entrance room.

Porcelain pinch

Blitz

The spot where Blitz kicked the ground suddenly opened up, swallowing the grimm and forcing him down a dark tunnel. He found himself falling from an opening in an underground cavern, landing in the large body of water. Of course, he could only speculate this from the echo his splash caused as he landed, as the cavern was completely dark. That was until a bright light filled the room for a moment, flashing like lighting before returning the room to darkness once more. Another flash and then another, coming in faster succession now from the roof of the cavern. Suddenly the area flooded with light as a roof of a hundred screens flickered to life. The screens were flashing but not in unison, showing images of cheering crowds and lively clubs. As Blitz watched, one of the screens grew dark and fell to the water, sparking as it went. Fortunately the electricity had jumped from the screen before it hit the surface, but one by one the other screens began to fall. Dangling in their place were sparking cords and wires, some hanging dangerously close to the water. With nowhere to swim, the grimm could do little more than watch as the cords dropped lower and lower until, inevitably, one touched the water. The room light up in crackling sparks and a sensation of electrical shock filled Blitz. The room went dark once more, but the water seemed to be disturbed. Blitz was washed away with the still-electrified current, pouring through one of the sliding doors of the entrance room. When his vision returned to him, however, he seemed bone dry and not a drop of water could be seen. He may experience more sparks upon touching objects for a few hours, though.

Higher or Lower?: Lower
RP Response:

It all happened too fast for Anaiise to even register. The woman she had helped had dropped away from her and just as she reached to grab for her, then she, too, was pulled away before she even had a chance to shout out the name of the only person she knew. When things cleared, she found herself.....outside? Careful steps were taken forward as she took in her spooky surroundings. "It's like some sort of.....witch garden...." She murmured to herself, wandering over to the herb garden to look at the various plants. Some of them looked much like the trees; half dead and dried, which only added to the spooky factor. It was hard to feel confident when she was surrounded by eerie flora and very alone, the moonlight providing such little illumination and just making it all feel so much colder.

A glance was given to the fenced away graveyard, curiosity and fear looming in the neko's mind in equal measure. Something in her gut was telling her that whatever she was thinking of doing was a very, very, VERY bad idea....but perhaps she would get some clues as to the nature and identity of their prankster host. Anaiise took a deep breath and steeled herself, making her way to the graveyard with the intent of looking over the headstones for a common name. Perhaps....their host was a descendant.

Feet were supposed to land on the ground. Solid, perfectly stable, g r o u n d. However; when Blitz's leg came back in order to make contact with this sweet, precious, pure, very much underappreciated piece of floor...it wasn't there.

Dark eyes went wide as he teetered on his only standing leg. He let out a yelp as he was suddenly standing on nothing and falling falling..until water?

Clenched eyes slowly peered open as his claws dug in on the floor. That---that was solid. How did that happen? Why did that happen? Blitz paled.

He was getting after the wrong person, wasn't he?!

"I'm sorry." Could the other person hear him? Ah well, it was better safe than sorry.

And that's when it happened---the flashing.. The grimm winced as the bright light streaked across the cavern walls. What was it? It hurt his pupils too much to say. He had given up after the fifth attempt of trying to figure it out.

That was, until the screens appeared. Blitz's face lit up as he looked at each one, fascinated. Was this some sort of waiting room? His tail thumped against the ground. Not bad service! Now, if only they showed him into the direction where his soul mate was at....

There wasn't much time to think about that. The man jumped as one of the screens fell into the water...and another. And another. He yelped, scrambling back as far as he could go. "Y---You should really look into this place, it's kind of--kind of." he let out a shriek as another came just a bit too close, thought completely lost. He didn't realize that the cords that were attached to them were also dangling closer to the water.

"E-Eti." Tears pricked his eyes as one barely brushed against him. Was he going to die in this place?

There was no way to know. Thought ceased as electricity ran across his fur and fled into his veins, traveling up against his body and burning. He had never been in such excruciating pain before. Was this the end? Was he really going to die right after a fight with his boyfriend? T-They hadn't even married yet!

Brown eyes closed again, awaiting his own death. Yet....it never happened. The pain stopped. He peered an eye open, hands lightly touching the ground and yelping as it shocked him in return. "I---E-Eti?" his gaze zeroed in on the blue naiad, tears running down his face as he scrambled towards the smaller man. "I'm sorry for making you mad. We don't have to have this house!" He'd rather not be shocked again.