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 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:55 pm
** RP OUT INTRO PROMPT OF YOUR CHAR ENTERING** OOC: SCENARIO *8 Scenario requirements: Your character finds a campfire, and there's a few people settled around it. The people stationed at the campfire are fixated at it,and almost say nothing to you. You can (and any other players in the thread) talk to them as you wish. When you are done talking to them all, this event is over! Character 1: A girl with long black hair. She stares into the campfire and continues to say the words she lied over and over. Character 2: A balding, old man. He begins to recount a story about his past, about how he was a fisherman. All he fished up were dead bodies. He continues to talk about fishing up his friends. He continues to talk about his wife and how he fished her up too. The story gets more and more morbid. Character 3: A small boy, maybe five years old. He is looking straight at you the entire time. As you approach him, he whispers I know why this is is happening. If you question him further he doesn't say anything. However if you bribe him with a food item (DISCARD IMMEDIATELY AFTER) he will take it and continue speaking. I am Peter Pan. You blink, and as you do, you realize it wasn't a child at all, but simply an skeleton corpse of a child. When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter Characters involved: solo
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:58 pm
Vayne stumbled out of the fog, his mind still reeling with all he had been through, and the terrors of the sights he had seen. The last time he had seen a campfire it hadn't been a good thing, so he wasn't all that sure if he wanted to approach this one, but there was little else he could do. It was walk up to the fire, or keep going, tiring himself out more. The itching in the back of his mind was already driving him to the brink of insanity, or so it felt.
Fire it was.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 4:15 pm
Vayne headed to the fire, looking at the figures that were sitting around it. The first he noted, was a girl. She wouldn't look away from the fire, in fact she just stared into it, the light shining in her eyes. He knelt down on one knee beside her head slightly tilted as he listened to the words spilling from her lips. "Lied, lied, lied...."
"Who lied?" Vayne asked softly, seeing if she would tell him anything. She just continued with the same words, nothing changed. Lied.
He frowned and licked his dry lips. "Can you tell me who?" More of the same was the only response. It was puzzling, and highly un nerving, but at least she was saying something. That was a step above what the others had been doing at the last fire.
Moving to the second person, he found a bald man. This one seemed a bit more active, and before Vayne could even ask anything the man started speaking to him. Vayne just silently listened for a time:
"... I had been a fisherman, It was a good job for a time, but lately all I have been fishing up are bodies. You see they are rotted, but I knew who they were. Al and Liza from down the way, my nephew Justin, Carl... they all came to me at some point, even my lovely Akai, oh how stunning she was, she had been a beauty, not now though, not when I fished her up. See she was all falling apart, I could see into her chest. The veins.. so delicate, I could just pick them out, I could have made them into a new line if I needed. Yes, I still love her.... "
Vayne found himself recoiling as he started to recount various things the man had noted about his lovely Akai. It got more and more sickening. He didn't mind hearing about a bit of violence, but this man...
Shuddering he moved to one more person at the fire. A child. The whole time he had been talking to the others, this boy was watching him, "I know what is happening..." The boy said softly, but he didn't say more.
"Please tell me.." Vayne impored, kneeling next to the boy, but the boy still would not speak. It was no good, there was nothing that Vayne had that he could offer, nothing at all he could do. All he could do was sigh and walk from the fire, giving up.
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