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Your New Best Friend

As many people know, Old Everglade is largely abandoned and for good reason. New Everglade may have a lot of current residents, but the deeper into Old Everglade you get, well… the more off-kilter and less controllable things get. It’s why most NPCs won’t tread there nowadays unless they really need something.

A teenage boy by the name of Thomas is worried for his sick grandmother. His grandmother is terminally ill and, though taken care of at Everglade’s Nightingale Care Institution, is likely not to make it through to the new year and told him about a childhood toy she had back when she used to live in Old Everglade. For this reason, Thomas ventured into Everglade’s abandoned areas and found the toy- this doll seems to have made friends, however, and in chasing it it led him to a very, very old bridge. The bridge was rickety, barely standing, but determined to see his grandmother smile one last time, Thomas persevered.

This was not the best idea Thomas has ever had. Crossing the bridge broke a series of seals that had been placed onto the bridge to cordon off an island known as the Isle of Doll. Thomas’s grandmother’s doll had been from outside of it and had been coaxed into bringing a human there to break the seal so they could become true friends, and in doing so released the dolls from the island. Though the island was small, it was filled with hundreds of abandoned dolls, all lining the edge of the island. They move in jerky, rickety movements as if they should not be moving at all. And now they’re out, and they’re coming to Everglade to find new friends. Forever friends. Friends that won’t ever, ever be able to leave them. Ever again.

PROMPTS

A. Newfound Friend

B. Black Market

know

C. The Rabbit's Foot

packed

D. Dollhouse

Dollhouse Estate

E. Ever After

any ideas

F. Who you gonna call?

G. Isle of Doll

H. Wildcard!

[ ooc info post for easy reference! ]

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[A squad of four little dolls, all female, made their way over the bridge together. They had a plan in mind, and they knew what kind of forever friends they wanted to seek out. The first had ringlets of curly dark hair that had become scraggly and wild, the cats-eye glasses cracked on the left lens, wearing a tent of a dress. She was easily the ugliest one of the bunch. The second had a long mane of frizz and baggy clothes that had probably belonged to a boy doll, and had the unmistakable scent of Grandma lingering around her. The third looked to be wearing cute and trendy (albeit very dirty) clothes with coiffed blonde hair. But her face was gone. It had long ago cracked and crumbled off, leaving a hollow half of a head. And the last, easily the ringleader of the group, wore stained cheerleader clothes with pom-poms attached to her hands. One of her pigtails had been cut too short. It was she who told the other dolls where to go, and where to meet up once they had their new boyfriends.]

[Each would shyly ~~stalk~~ follow the boy of their choice through the streets, peeking at them from around corners, giggling and running away if discovered. Naturally the boys weren't allowed to leave Everglade, and would find any attempt to slip through the gate completely impeded. Then they would wait for each one to fall asleep before clambering up onto their chests and cramming a chloroform-soaked cloth over their faces before dragging them away with surprising brutish strength.]

[Each of their victims would wake up tied to a chair in the Everglade chapel, moonlight streaming through the stained glass windows. They would be wearing ill-fitting tuxedos or, if he was really unlucky, a dusty old wedding gown with bright make-up smeared onto his face.]

[The cheerleader doll toddles out, wearing a tiny veil and holding a bunch of weeds in her pom-pom hands. The others are doing the same, though the ugly one with the glasses just has a paper bag on her head.]

Hey gang! Are you ready to look so married?
Aight!
Aight!
Aight.

[The organ starts to play the wedding march all by itself. Time for a big group wedding!]

[OOC: Limited to just four male participants, who will soon be rescued by Sailor Venus. Pick which doll is in love with your character, first come first chosen! Let me know if you want them to join in the fight or just be resigned to sit tied up in a chair until it's over.]

[This really was not the first time Allen had found himself tied to a chair and now he thought of it more, he wondered if this perhaps would not be the last time either. Seemingly a little bit out of it, Allen couldn't help but take a look around and see where his kidnapper had dragged him off to only to spot where he was.

What on earth was going on? He hadn't a clue. All he knew now that he was looking down was he had been changed... This was enough to cause him to react.]

Eh?!?! When did this happen...Who...Why?

[He kind of didn't want to know at this moment in time before as he admitedly was more than a little worried about the whole situation now. By the time he heard the music his face dropped. Was he seeing what he thought he was? Well, it wasn't the time to panic, it was time to attempt an escape as he watched ringlets of dark hair coming over to him.

It was a doll that much was obvious at first sight. But why and why were they coming towards him?]

Not to sound rude but... Uh... What am I doing here?

[The doll didn't seem to be answering his question. No instead it seemed to want to put its small hand on his mouth in order to just keep him quiet for a moment. Time to get on with the ceremony.]

[Sync didn't have the answers he wanted. What he had instead was a ratty wedding gown that he was shrug split a seam as he struggled.

The real horror here was not the dolls nor the chair, it was the makeup, and what a blessing he couldn't see it. Lipstick so red it look like his face had been gashed opened smeared across his lips and up to one ear and eye shadow that looked more like he'd been through a bar brawl coupled with milk-white foundation. To add insult to injury they had let his hair down so he resembled a certain person he really didn't like, so they could rest a veil on his head that was so yellowed he can barely see through it allows him to glance and see he's face to face with a doll he thought he had seen several times that day.

Hearing the word marriage is enough to prompt him into action even as that hollow void of a face is staring him down. The doll did her homework however, and he's bound so tightly he can't even flex a muscle, and he suspects Everglade playing additional trickery here.

The wood begins groaning in protest, but he is stuck fast, too tied to even stamp a foot.]

[ Go to Everglade, they said. There's free chocolates so it will be fun they said... Namur also made it sound so cool, like a city for badasses, so she couldn't help but be curious to see Everglade for herself! So now she's stuck here, just when she's getting used to the idea of this world's weirdness. ]

A

[ If you're ever around near the outskirts of New Everglade, you might hear the sound of unusual gunshots and the voice of a woman shouting ]

EAT SOME IONIZED PARTICLES, YOU LITTLE SHIT!

[ Andrea screamed at the doll that staggers her way, freaking out like she's in a horror movie. But shooting like a maniac like she's in a Western. Finding herself cornered and the doll keeping up with her and is shielded by some force-field somehow, because that's not creepy enough. ]

ARGH! GOOD LORD, LEAVE ME ALONE!

A - 2

[ Cutting to some time afterwards, Andrea can be seen at a bench near the town's center. She's having a drink with her doll that's sitting next to her. She's seen with a bright smile as she puts a little stetson hat on her doll friend to complete their cowgirl look ]

There ya go! Now you're for sure gonna be a hit with the lads! I'll call you... hm, Jessie! How's that for a name? Pretty awesome, huh?

[ She even smirks and fist-bumps her doll, seemingly comfortable with it now than earlier. Maybe she lost her mind, or just found some compassion for the spirit that's occupying the doll. Wanna find out? ]

H

[ Just picking one prompt for now, but I'm open to others if we hash some things out a little beforehand so I don't overwhelm myself. Send me a PM or hit me up on Plurk to discuss things! ]

Edited 2018-10-05 15:28 (UTC)

[ This wasn't the first time Konoka had been kidnapped in Everglade. Why did Everglade hate her so much?

The dissolution of Heals on Wheels meant no one was on the healing job in Everglade. And the only person remotely familiar with it, Konoka had to make some time to visit it in between Fayren guardian duties. Well, fortunately she enjoys healing so it's not like busywork, but she wished it wasn't just her wandering around the place where Dracula's minions used to roam freely. Maybe things would be better since he's gone.

Why would Everglade want Konoka to have nice things?! She noticed there were crazed dolls about, all of them focused on following people, stalking them, and generally being creepy, unkillable nuisances. And then one of them noticed her. This doll was a blonde with half chipped glasses, a dirty white dress, and a white, wide-brimmed hat. It held a long knife much like someone would hold a sword. It reminded her of a very creepy stalker back at home, and the fact that this doll managed to look so familiar despite not being as near as decayed was testament to said creepiness.

She spent the better half of a couple of days fleeing. Her gem that let her warp worlds didn't work. Kicking the doll into a lake didn't work, it just came back wet. One of the people she healed, a werewolf woman, told her about a marriage ceremony their group was going to perform and try to get the dolls to go home. That couldn't hurt, right? It was better than trying to make it to some island and making things worse!

Unfortunately, the creeper doll, henceforth known as Tsukuyomi Jr., had her own ideas. Konoka had been looking in the back of the cathedral for some possible aid when she found herself running face first into a chloroform soaked rag. The surprise attack had been enough to knock her unconscious.

When Konoka came to again, she felt a little odd. Attempting to stretch made her realize that her wrists were stuck together, and she got a face full of old, dusty plastic flowers. She might have sneezed... had she not had some cloth stuck in her mouth. ]

Mmmm?!

[ She blinked, opening her eyes and finding herself in a white wedding dress. Well, a white, thin dress that seemed pretty, if fairly old, but also very tightly cut that her legs had no means of spreading. Her wrists were bound by some thick but clear tape to a bouquet of plastic flowers. Her hair was (admittedly roughly) done up, her face shrouded in a veil. ]

Mmm!

[ Whoever else was here seemed to be oblivious, as they were scrambling for preparing a ceremony. None of Konoka's bindings were visible from a distance, so no one was going to help her! She squirmed and tried to pull free of her binds, and that was when the doll made itself present again, hopping on her lap. ]

Finally! All these stupid werecreatures and OTHER humans thinking I'll be satisfied by any old doll. But I want YOU! And now you're gonna be mine~. Hehehehehehehe~

[ Konoka's scream wasn't heard by anyone except that gleeful doll on her lap. ]

[[She needs a rescue, or at least help escaping!]]

Edited 2018-10-05 01:48 (UTC)

A. Her New Friend

[At first, Memo didn't even notice. She had already forgotten picking up a cute doll in Everglade, intending to bring it home to Baldur. Occasionally she would notice the doll following her, forget it, and then notice it again. It's after a cycle of the doll failing to get her attention that Memo turns around and sees that the doll has a knife now.

She tilts her head, confused.]

... That is not child friendly. [Like an idiot, she walks over to remove the knife. Someone might want to pull Memo back before her doll friend cuts her.]

A.

[At first, Rip wasn't paying much attention to the doll that seemed to mysteriously appear whenever she turned a corner or appeared just out of the corner of her eye at times. What an annoying thing...

She kept moving through Everglade, escorting a client from point A to point B and once her task was done, she started back towards Jolly Eddy's. That's when she started to get annoyed as the doll kept creeping closer and closer...

Gunshots can be heard ringing out in an alley not far from the Warehouse accompanied by the dying giggles of the doll in question.... If anyone needs a doll shot to pieces, Rip was more than willing.]

A. Newfound Friend
[Li had been hunting in Everglade when she realized something strange brush against her senses. A doll..? What the hell? Was that thing following her? The cursed Kelpie is attempting to ignore the doll that's following her...

It's not working very well considering how on edge she seems to be.]

B. Black Market
[In her attempt to get rid of the doll following her, Li might have stumbled into the Black Market and immediately regrets it as she's bombarded by people either trying to sell her things..or ones attempting to grab at her once they recognize what she is.

More than enough are offering money for hair or some part of her for some nefarious purposes to make the kelpie forget about the Doll for a moment and just trying to get herself out of the alley as soon as possible...]

[ Dealing with his own horrifying doll, Cassidy had found his way to the Everglade area. He's still very unsure about the whole affair, but the sound of gunfire does pique his interest, particularly after having punted his doll some distance away only for it to come back at an alarming speed he wasn't comfortable with. If someone is able to actually dispatch their doll, maybe they can help him as well?

Hurrying as fast as he can away from his creepy little friend toward the sound, Cassidy grew a little concerned. ]

Everyone all right over here? Heard gunshots.

[Unfortunately, Rip was having the same luck as everyone else when it came to getting rid of her little friend. However, that didn't mean she couldn't shoot the little annoyance as many times as possible to relieve her own frustrations...

She paused when she heard someone approached. Once he turned the corner, he'd see a tall woman with long black hair and glasses dressed in a nice suit expertly reloading a musket with what looks like fluff and broken pieces of porcelain scattered around. Despite the signs of destruction.. There was still an intact old cracked porcelain doll attempting to get uncomfortably close to her.]

I'm just peachy.

[She glances towards him and then back to glaring at the doll.]

I hate it vhen zhings like zhis happen, but, zhey alvays provide for fun target practice.

[ Cassidy was rather relieved to see someone standing after the gunshots. Stumbling upon a crime scene was never his favourite moments. He waved in her direction, hoping to convey his friendly status.

He was quick to identify the doll creeping toward her, and he made a face. ]

You too, huh? Got me own problem... it's still makin' it's way over. So.. breakin' them's not gonna do anythin'? Can they be broken? Seriously thinkin' of takin' off the arms and legs and tossin' em into a furnace or a river or somethin'. Any luck yet?

[Has she been having any luck.. Rip gives him a look at the scene of destruction surrounding her as she kicks her own doll into a wall when it gets too close and watches as another crack appears in its face. No matter how many times...]

Apparently not. I've been shooting mine for zhe last several minutes. It breaks und zhen reappears. Zo, yes zhey can be broken.. zhey just don't stay zhat vay.

[Much to her annoyance.]

...I hafn't tried burning zhem yet. Zhat might haf to be next if you know vhere to get a light und zome gasoline..

[Then she pauses and shudders for a moment.]

Second though, perhaps zhe river und a rock might vork better.

[ Cassidy watches the doll hit the wall and come back supposedly unharmed, though damaged. His face twists into an uncomfortable sneer. ]

They're porcelain, at least as far as I can tell. Think they'd even react to fire? I mean, ceramics are made in fire, aren't they? Might just make it worse.. and scarier if the glaze melts off.

[ He nods in agreement. ]

Maybe we could find a sack. Or a big blanket or somethin' to tie them up in. Genius, you are. Dunno how long it'd hold them but- WOULD YOU BLOODY LEAVE ME ALONE?!

[ As his own doll clutches to his ankle, Cassidy wildly flails his leg to try to shake off its death grip. ]

You haf a point. Ceramics usually hold up vell to fire.

[That and she just didn't want to be near the kind of blaze that might need to even get ten minutes of freedom from the little annoyances.]

I zhink zhere are a few at Jolly Eddy's I can borrow. Namur von't mind.

[And already she's aiming her musket point blank at the doll just a few feet away from her and firing. The gunshot echoes through the alleyway as the doll face shatters and is launched several feet away to crash hard into the wall and break. The bullet itself twists in midair and loops around to smash through his doll, just barely knicking his pants leg before arching around to slam more into the remains of hers that are already trying to put itself back together. If he had been wondering how she spent several minutes shooting a doll with a musket before... this was the answer.]

[ Cassidy doesn't even have time to cover his ears from the sound of the blast before the stranger is blasting away with careless abandon, at least as far as he knows at first. He jumps away out of instinct, but it isn't lost on him how the bullet dances through the air and embeds itself into the doll at her feet. He doesn't have much mental capacity to try and puzzle it together, but he knows what he's seen is extraordinary. ]

I knew there was somethin' funny happenin' here. You're not native t'any part of this place, are you?

[Eventually the bullet finally comes to a stop having embedded itself in the wall where the doll had been pinned. For a moment, she looks pleased with herself as she turns her attention towards his question and then laughed.]

Hardly~. I'm az much az a forced resident az you probably are. I just choose to make zhe most of my time here.

[ Cassidy's eyebrow arched in silent question to her position, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. After all, her gun could prove quite useful if it was capable of all that.

He extended a hand outward. ]

Cassidy. Only a couple of weeks here meself. Still tryin' t'get the lay of the land here. You doin' this for fun, then?

[ There was an oddly familiar scent he's catching off of her, but he can't quite place it. It was familiar, but very different all at once. Hard to say for him in his limited experience with non-human entities. ]

[She grins as she shifts her musket to rest across her shoulders and then moves to shake his hand. There might just be a hint of fangs in that grin.]

Rip van Winkle. Just call me Rip. I've been here...I zhink, eight months now. More zhan enough time to get myself settled in zhis vorld.

[Whatever scent he was trying to get off of her, Rip's was.. an interesting mix of her own gunpowder and blood along with the sea and roses. It's mingled with at least two other scents and yet, she's definitely vampire beneath all of that. It's just a question of whether he's dealt with that kind of non-human before.]

[ Luckily for her, Cassidy wasn't particularly observant, but the name sounded vaguely familiar, though he couldn't place exactly from where. Weird. ]

How were you able t'get your gun t'do that... whatever it was y'did to it, there? Wild, that was. That a trick of yours or your gun?

[ The hint of vampire underneath all of that was driving him mad inside, though the other layers of scent on top of it helped confuse and mask it. He hadn't smelled that underlying scent in nearly a century, but still it nagged at his brain. ]

[And considering her own distractions, Rip wasn't... exactly realizing she was talking to another vampire just yet. She was more focused on destroying the dolls if she were being anywhere near honest.]

It's an ability of mine.

[She smirked as she withdrew her hand and ran it along the stock of her gun.]

Besides, vhen one vas a sniper at one point, you learn you vay around a gun. But, I'd suggest ve get moving quickly before zhe little devils reform und hopefully ve can put a little space between zhem und us.

[She really hoped anyway as she started moving, trusting he'd follow. And yet, something was vaguely starting to tug at the back of her mind as they moved. Instincts were funny like that when it came to recognizing others... sometimes it took her a bit.]

Magic gun? Well, guess I've heard of less strange things. T'be honest, that's probably the most ordinary thing I've heard in almost a year!

[ He laughed and grinned. ]

You're a sniper? Bloody hell, guess that explains the gun. I mean, not what y'can do with the gun, but some of it, I guess. Still...

[ He nudged some of the bits of ceramic between them with his ratted shoe and shrugged a shoulder. ]

Maybe we'd best get a move-on? Get some distance between us and these moppets?

It's not zhe gun or zhe bullets zhat's magic. Zhe ability iz all mine und a product of my...creation.

[For a brief moment, she felt uneasy before brushing it off and continuing on. She glanced at the ceramic surrounding their feet and then just kept walking.]

Former sniper~. But, yes.. it iz one of zhe many reasons I am razher good vith my gun.

[That and fifty years worth of practice...]

Exactly~. I doubt it vill stop zhem finding us, but, a few minutes of relief vithout zhem vill be nice for once.

[ There was a lot that Cassidy had to unpack, but fortunately for Rip, he hadn't quite the mental capacity for it at the time. Still, he raised an eyebrow, curious for certain, but was happy with the sort of preening she got to do about her skills. ]

Well, a person's talent rarely goes away. I'm sure you get use of it... especially now, it looks like.

[ He smiled and nodded out of the alley. ]

Well, anywhere but here ought t'be good, right? Maybe we can find a good height t'get away from them? Or some tightly-locked doors t'hide behind? I mean, most don't really want t'hurt... but they are ugly and creepy as fuck.

[Complimenting her skills is ways a good way to distract her and stroke her ego at the same time. Rip loves it when people take the time to appreciate her skills. Who wouldn't?]

Definitely~. All zhis target practice vill feel very refreshing.

[And with Rip confidently leading the way, she had a few ideas that might fit the bill.]

For zhat, I'd say Torchvood might be a good option, along vith zhe speakeasy in town.

[Both were tempting while she walked and at least one of them had alcohol.. and the other blood she could drink if need be. ]

[ Cassidy followed alongside her, keeping a look out for any additional little dolls that might be creeping up on them. They made his skin crawl. He raised an eyebrow at her suggestions. Being new, he was still struggling to familiarise himself with the town and its myriad of districts. ]

What's a 'Torchwood'? Sounds like a saloon or somethin'. Either way, I'm always up for a drink.

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