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 Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 8:00 pm
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Quote: You receive a mysterious package in the mail. It has your name on it, but no return address. Inside is an extremely creepy doll. Realistically it seems well made and well maintained, but there’s something off about it. If you choose to keep it, it seems to always have its eyes on you. Sometimes it seems to have moved from where you left it—and, since you received it, sometimes you hear a strange, echoing laughter. What do you do?
It'd given no return address. A simple brown paper box with no stamp and only her home address, wrapped in a modest brown paper had come to her door, and while she'd not opened it right away (it was too... odd) the page did when it sounded like something was moving inside.
Something alive... That shouldn't be. So, when Cordoba powered, it was rapidly, and she carried the box to a quiet area of town to open it -- she didn't know what to expect, but it couldn't be anything good -- so when the giggling ceased as she opened the box, she was confused.
She carried the doll within under a street light to find the doll extremely old and well cared for -- polished eyes shining. It was dressed in an ancient chinese fashion, with painted red lips and porcelain skin.
The hair though.
The texture wasn't what felt right. It felt almost like human hair, with the flow and feel of the strands, and when she looked away once, the hair was.. Was it longer? No? Not much but yes.
Cordoba was decidedly unsettled now, and began looking for someplace to put it, ignoring the giggles with no origin as she moved to find a place to set it down and destroy it. Or leave it. Regardless, the doll was...
Was....
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 8:52 pm
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Laodica was enjoying the autumn chill, letting the wind blow her hair whichever way it willed - and letting it decide what direction she was going, as well. Walks were always more fun if you didn't have a specific destination in mind, or a set way to get there. You never knew where you might end up, or who you might run into! Speaking of which, that lady looked a little spooked.
Maybe it was because of the doll she held? It was a pretty doll, even from a distance, but something about it seemed...
Not wrong! Not exactly, but definitely not doll-ish.
Had it accidentally caught a butterfly-spirit and was trying to break free? That might not be a good idea so late in the year! Maybe someone should keep it until spring, when it would be safe - but not the poor lady who held it. She looked kid of scared, and being around a scared person couldn't be good for any soul.
Making up her mind, the cotton-candy-haired corrupt shifted away from the direction the wind had been pulling her, and instead crept up to the lady with the doll. Something about her was ... bright, and Laodica didn't know what, but she did know she - and the possibly soul-holding doll - needed help!
"Excuse me," she said, folding her hands behind her back and smiling. "Do you two need help~?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 9:38 pm
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"Don't smash it!" Laodica gasped, eyes widening with surprise and disappointment at the thought. "You could hurt the soul inside it, and it's much too late in the year for there to be butterflies!" Which... might not make any sense, if this lady didn't know about the 'butterflies are souls' thing, but still, she should know how important that was.
"Maybe... maybe it would be better to find a safe home for it? If it's a mean soul, we could put it somewhere it won't scare anybody, until it's ready to be nice and leave?"
It wasn't the best idea, no, but she didn't want anybody to end up hurting someone's soul just because they were a little scared! (... not that she wanted to take the dolly with her, if it was mean. She didn't like mean people ... or dolls.)
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 11:42 pm
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"Well it has something in there," Laodica pointed out, then squeaked and jumped back, half-hiding behind the now-shrieking stranger. "Something mean though so uhm. Uhm... what do we do?" She had the feeling there was something going on here she should know more about, but she didn't, and she didn't know how to ask. (Nor did she think she had the chance, or would have that chance, with a bitey angry doll being all scary and - and monstrous.
... Okay, maybe it was a monster.
But didn't monsters have souls too? Mister Spider looked kind of like a monster, but he definitely did...
Hm.. She'd have to find someone to ask. After they dealt with this thing. Oh! Well, mean or not, it was still small like a doll... Mustering her courage, she crept out of hiding and kicked at the nasty talking laughing bully.
"You could never be a butterfly," she told it, scowling. "Butterflies aren't this mean!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 12:51 pm
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A corrupt being nice? A corrupt being nice! Cordoba let her hide behind her, still screeching a bit as the doll laughed, and the page huffed.
"Understatement calling it mean." She growled. The doll continued laughing, Cordoba wondering if it was a youma.. Or some pissed off demon toy. Her aunt did so often tell her stories of Japanese lore, especially with her little cousin around, and when Laodica moved so bravely...
Cordoba was there to back her, studying it. The shell was porcelain, with tidy clothes and human-feeling hair.
Hair. That meant holes, which meant...
"Something's inside that thing." Cordoba finally said, and growled. "Something that seems to hat--"
A Buitterfly? Laodica's words cut her off a moment to snicker inside, before she was again bracing.
"It's more like a monster inside? Possibly some demon. Not a friendly regardless. Might need to burn it."
Hewy, if she coiuld get holy water, great! If not, well. Fire. Fire purified holy s**t.
"Definately smash. Maybe burn." |
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 3:27 pm
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"But mean is mean," Laodica said, frowning. "It works just fine to describe something that's not nice; something that bites and glares and is trying way too hard to be scary, don't you know that's rude, dollie?" She kicked it again, then squeaked and hid behind the other girl when she thought the thing was looking back at her.
"...It's so pretty. I wish it wasn't holding something mean, it might almost be nice to keep, then."
Though however pretty the doll itself was, whatever was inside must be nasty. Nasty, but... a demon? Were - were those real? She needed to talk to Mister spider again, and soon. "Would smashing or burning it help? Or would that just let whatever's inside out?"
NovaCracker Damn laodica said something sensible for once who knew
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 3:45 pm
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It wobbled. It wobbled and jerked unnaturally, moving towards them as if half ragdoll, and Cordoba hissed, trying to use her disc to block it.
"Hey, if you can get some holy water, by all means. Might work... Maybe..."
If it didn't have a youma. "Otherwise.. Fire or smash. Force it back to whatever hellhole it came out of."
The doll lurched, flipping uproight with golden eyes, only the irises visible as it moved, and giggled, jumping for laodica roughly.
"Plaaaayyyy! Play with meeeeEEE! HeeheeheehAHAHAHAHAHA!~" |
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 9:59 pm
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"Somehow I doubt it." Cordoba chuckled. Cordoba danced aside as the doll's claw-lines lashed, and recalled her weapon, flinging it at the creature like a discuss tosser with only a quarter of the grace. However, as the doll seemed to inhale, it stuck the body with a soft paff.
The body was the soft kind, meaning only hands, feet, and head were porcelain, and cordoba hissed as slowly, the doll began to sing wordlessly -- the march of the toredore, and she growled.
"Aw hell naw..." |
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 11:30 pm
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"Darn," Laodica complained, then squeaked in terror when the doll startedsinging. That - that was far beyond just scary and mean and not-nice. That was terrible. Terrible, awful, horrifying. Even monstrous. Which, of course, the other lady had been saying the thing was all along.
Right. She'd tried being nice, they'd both tried to kick it or throw things at it, and there really wasn't anything left to do. Laodica squared her shoulders, set her jaw, stepped forward, and twirled into her attack. "Touch of Serenity." It wasn't a fancy, loud attack - just a little tap of her finger, really. But somehow, as she said it, she knew it would be enough. The magic behind the tap, after all, was more than a gentle touch would show.
Quote: Sailor Scout Attack: Touch of Serenity
Sailor Laodica says her attack phrase and pirouettes on her left foot with her right arm held over her head, pointer finger lifted. When she finishes three rotations she comes to a halt and extends her right arm out tapping her target with her finger. The target is then engulfed in a feeling of serenity that manifests as a mild trance-like state, ignorant of the battle around them. This state can be shaken off with enough strength-of-will or by a physical impact such as a knock over the head. The higher level the target, the more innate resistance and the less effective the overall attack is.
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 11:39 pm
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The doll froze.
For a moment, it was silent; frozen, as if nothing happened before it abandoned attack, and it's arms flew up, the child's toy beginning to pirouette like a ballerina. It whorled and twirled gracefully, as if pacified, but it didn't last.
It wasn't made to dance, but it seemed to try. Slowly, the danced began to grow more and more jerky,until the head slammed into a streetlamp... And cleanly broke in two.
From inside, dust poured in a soft stream, blowing away into the night gently as the body of the doll sagged. The youma inside dusted and gone, it seemed perfectly innocent, tame, even pretty, no sign but somewhat longer black hair in the top half of the fractured porcelain head remaining, and even that seemed somehow fake now.
Cordoba breathed a sigh of releif, seeming to relax before looking to Laodiuca, nodding her head some with a sigh.
"Guess it was actually possessed. We ought to clean up." The page sighed, and motioned. "Do you have somewhere to take it, or....?" |
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