PLAYER PLOT: Boogeymen, Nightmares, Monsters, Oh A LOG?

[memortalized]

 

BOOGEYMEN AND NIGHTMARES ( OPTIONAL LOG )

WHAT?

For the past few weeks, there have been odd rumors circulating through the cities. Rumors of monsters, the likes of which are so terrifying that the stories remain hushed whispers. And now, starting on MARCH 11THand lasting until MARCH 17TH, those monsters are a reality. Only in Everglade and Fayren, thankfully. Horrifying monsters will be prowling these cities during that time, and they seem to target pendent bearers exclusively... Scarier yet, they reflect the personal nightmares of the people that they're stalking! Read more at [ THIS OOC POST. ]

 

This Log And Event Are OPTIONAL

You are not obligated to participate in the Log or the Event. If you want to make your own event related entries, please go ahead. You may continue to use the OOC post for event plotting and related questions.

You may use the event log to make top-levels for your characters and their specific nightmares, or choose to engage with two "Generic" monsters. The generic monsters are created by rumors circling around the city. If your character has no specific fears to prey upon, then you may instead use these monsters for fights and frights. Or use all monsters for maximum frights and fights. 

Thank you, everyone~! Let's have fun~!

 

PROMPTS.

[A] Everglade's Generic Boogeyman
Thanks to the power of rumors and gossip, two of Memo's generic Boogeymen have come to life! The monster that prowls the streets of Everglade is a large, skinny creature that resembles a stickbug, with human head(s.) The details of the human face may change depending on what characters expect, but it is always very tall and always snatching people into lonely alleyways. It only goes for pendent bearers, and once it has you in the darkness, it begins wrapping you up in web like a spider. It also wants your wallets and steals shoes.

Because this creature is created from collective gossip, it's stronger than most of the other Nightmares. It's details can be adjusted so that characters (and their muns,) fill in the gaps of that vague description. You can't be wrong!
 

[B] Fayren's Generic Boogeyman
Rumors and gossip also allowed Memo to create a second Boogeyman, this time in Fayren. The creature lurking in Fayren is a bit different, as it can only be found in the forests of Fayren. That's because it's significantly larger and hard to miss: It is a large, golden dragon that breathes fire, and sometimes uses other elements as well. Curiously, those the fire and attacks can hurt horribly, they don't cause any lasting damage. It doesn't even knock down trees. But if it catches sight of a pendent bearer, it will chase them all of the way to the city's edge. It also tries to grab them, fling them around, and make change fall out of their pockets. Weird.

 

[C] Free For All
Make-up your own nightmares! They should be created based on your characters' personal fears and experiences. Remember the Golden Rules: No killing, no massive maiming, no involving NPCs. Other than that, have fun tormenting your characters!

Questions? Concerns? Ask them over here!

 

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Fayren - OTA

[youfool]

[Two sounds shatter the tranquility of Fayren's outlying farmlands: the thunder of gunshot, and the blood-curdling scream of a wounded, small skeleton.]

AAAAGGGGHHH!

[It chilled Ted's heart, then broke it. Sans was gone, and Ted hadn't heard his voice for over a year. He'd never heard him cry out with such anguish, let alone be its cause. It was all Ted could do to meet and suffer those hurt, accusing eyes.

Ted hoped that would finish the horrible little fake. No such luck. Sans--no, this substantial illusion with Sans' appearance, was merely down, not out. And unlike Ted, it wasn't alone. Namur and Koishi, another two he dearly loved, looked at him with shock in their faces, as if it were they and not he who beheld their nightmares. Then they pressed their attack.

Ted's trio of tormentors are formidable foes. Sans and Koishi pelted and overwhelmed him with a volley of magic slings and arrows, while Namur engaged at close-range with brute force. Ted's bruised and battered body underneath his sinister form bore testament to the difficulty of evading all three.

Yet that wasn't what kept him from victory. Their falsehood was plain enough; Sans' presence alone ensured disbelief. What's more, none of them acted like their models. They never said a word, never explained themselves. They appeared, then attacked, and the only hint of personality came from their severe countenances. It should've been child's play to destroy them.

Their dirtiest trick was yet to come. The moment Ted decided to counterattack, the false Koishi's subtle powers of emotional manipulation did their work. While Ted's brain ordered him to dispatch these fakes calmly and quickly, Koishi's power raised the protest of his heart to an intolerable, irresistible din. How could you shoot Sans? How could you raise a finger against even the image of your loved ones? The hurt, astonished faces of his foes seemed to share that opinion.

So Ted ran. He dodged, he evaded, he did anything but strike back. His heart, bolstered by his natural tenderness and Koishi's unnatural exaggeration, defeated his mind. The battle without confused the battle within, where his intellect plead in vain for him to overcome. To be strong. To harden his heart and slay these illusions.

Unfortunately for Ted, heartlessness is a tall order.]

(OOC: So long as your character isn't the one finishing them off, I'm cool with whatever.)

Konoka | (Fayren) OTA

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[ It's when she's alone that she felt like she was having nightmares. Hallucinations.

Why just the morning, Konoka had been getting up in Amatsu and was about to head out the door when she thought she saw a familiar figure. Was that... Ayame? She looked, gasped, and almost called out. But "Ayame" wasn't.

The woman turned around, gave an un-sisterly, wicked smile, and brandished two swords.

Konoka shrank back, but by the time she focused again she was gone.

During the times where there weren't any customers, Konoka felt even more alone than ever. Already depressed from Eva's disappearance, Ayame disappearing (again) had given her a huge mental blow. Many of the people she had been especially close to had all left, with just a few people she still knew wrapped up in other adventures. The loneliness ached so horribly.

And it was in these thoughts that something dark whispered to her, So why bother? All those strong people who admired you... they're all gone. It's just you. Out here to be kidnapped, or killed or worse...

Konoka looked up and saw Eva... no, Eva's head, carried by a woman in a white dress... who had no head. And then she put on Eva's head, and that perpetually dead looking face became twisted in gleeful malice.

There's no one to save you this time. ]

HEHEHEHEHEHE!

[ Konoka shrieked in terror as the thing gave an un-Eva-like laugh. She scrambled away, narrowing dodging a sword that probably would have cut open her stomach. ]

[[This is the big catch all for Konoka's nightmare event! Right now she's being terrorized by a Headhunter, who's normally more simple lust for heads is being twisted by her feeling lonely, and the fact that it carries several heads consist of her closest CR that are no longer here. I eventually plan for her to hide for a little while, then come back and finish the monster later on. Those two parts will be written as replies to this one later on in the week!]]

Everglade | OTA Prose or Brackets is fine!

[chikapolilla]

Vaggie's umbrella opened as she stepped out of the cloak and dagger. Her eye gazed up mournfully at the clouds. The gloom of Everlade and the quiet downpour was a depressing sight. She loved it.

A gaunt haze sprung out of the ground, and her steps made hollow clops against the hard and nobbled cobblestone. She was heading back to the hotel for now... a miserable place as ever and was considering the red bills that she was given just a little over ten days ago. How quickly she gotten used to the normalcy of living, she thought, and how soon it will be before she would have to find a job to cover her expenses. She was reminded of the angel that was on the comm not too long ago and knew immediately she was not going to be like that if she could help it.

With a sigh she reached a bank with a lone spotlight which marked the turn she was going to make. The fog had gotten quite heavy and the rain had turned to quiet mist. Knowing she was not going to get any relief from the umbrella, she made the motion to close it. A quizzical frown came to her face. Where was the sound? Her attention turned downwards to her feet. Yes, they were still moving but the rhythmic pacing was no longer bouncing in her ears. What was going on?

Suitably unnerved she made her way closer to the light. One thing came loud to her ears: her heart. As she stepped closer, her hands tightening around her bags into corded knots, she felt a looming dread. One she had not faced since...

A figure stepped out from the haze into the light. Only a shadow of a silhouette was present, but she could make out its form. Thin and spindly, with two sets of gigantic wings pressing out beyond the gaze of the light. A spear in hand and a blackened shape where a face would be. Vaggie could feel her heart drop as two more figures enter into the same light, their dark faces looking in her direction. Then, one by one, red electronic faces flickered on. They were all smiling in a twisted unnatural shape as they each raised their spears in unison.

The only thing she could do was scream and run to the sound of beating wings behind her.

Koishi to the rescue

[koishi_komeiji]

Fear was saturating Fayren. Delicious, wonderful fear. It was no wonder the little youkai was not inside that evening. She was basking in it, enjoying the moonlight and- Something scratched at her mind.

She blinked and turned, looking down through the gloom to see a mop of golden hair, fleeing... And then falling on his face. Ted? She blinked. What in the world was he running from...?

Her eyes widened as she spotted it, diving from the sky. A red lance of pure horror struck the ground between Ted and his pursuers, Koishi landing lightly between them, eyes already blackened from the effort.

"Mister Spades? Are you okay? Why am I over there and over here? Is she bothering you? It looks like she's bothering you."

Fayren - OTA

[madcuriosity]

OFF WITH HER HEAD

[Alice was running, the sound of marching feet coming up behind her and fast, fast, fast. It was always just right behind her. She didn't know how, she didn't want to know, all she knew was that she had turned the corner and saw a very angry Queen of Hearts and much, much, much bigger and bloodier Ace card soldiers who towered over the both of them with giant axes in their hands while blood dripped down from their emblems. She wasn't even aware paper could bleed.

The Queen had pointed right at her and yelled the way she always did.

Only, there was no King to pardon her, and there were no mushrooms or Eat Mes to make her bigger.

In her fear, she had stood frozen and one of the soldiers had lifted his ax, letting it slam down but it missed her. But that was all she needed to remember the danger she was in and run.

And she just kept running, trying to get around buildings and alleys and lose them, somehow, but everywhere she went, they followed.

She had managed to get into a park, too tired to climb one of the trees. Alice's legs gave out from under her, her heart pounding in her chest as she collapsed at the base of one instead, hoping she could hide at least for a little bit to try and catch her breath. She needed to call Neil or Regina or Evie or just someone. She fumbled around for her phone to get a hold of them, her hands shaking so much she kept dropping it into the grass.

Finally she managed to pick it up. But she was so focused on trying to get help, she froze as she no longer heard marching and instead three shadows were cast over her. She looked up and three soldiers loomed over her, drops of blood from their wounds dripping onto her hand.

She screamed when two of the card soldiers, the Ace of Clubs and the Ace of Diamonds, grabbed her and hoisted her up in the air, her legs flailing but unable to reach the ground while the third lifted up his ax. She tried to pull herself out of their grip and winced as it only tightened and she was brought closer to the Ace of Spades. They brought her back to her knees and made her lean forward. She shut her eyes tight.]

Thanks he hates it

[youfool]

[Said golden hair was swallowed up by jet black threads as he finished donning the rest of his own goku uniform. He'd need all the help he could get.

That it took the form of Koishi was as confounding as it was counterproductive. Per their illusory nature, any emotional assault from Koishi's end was vain. All that would effect them was force and Ted's fears; fears which increased upon Koishi's arrival.

Sheer reflex made him leap backwards, until he realized that, in a bizarre bit of fortune, it was the real one. Or so he hoped.]

Ah, no, well--yes, but--MOVE!

[The enemy was too single-minded and relentless to afford Ted complete sentences. The interruption came from the false Namur leaping and striking at Ted's location with the force of a small meteor, sending up a geyser of dirt.]

Everglade -OTA

[spitefullight]

[ Elden hadn't expected this when he stepped out today. He thought for the most part he might be safe from the undead or at least not a big a problem here as it was back home.

Clearly, he was wrong because right now he's definitely being harried by something of the undead nature. A skeleton was shambling behind him. Unlike many other skeletons though it looked far more grotesque. Fleshy purple tendrils clung inside it's ribcage, as more of them writhed out in other openings in it's body. It carried a long gnarled bow at it's side as it ran after Elden. Getting shot at as he ran was one scary thing, the thing's paralyzing purple tongue was another terrifying thing. The fact it could turn you into it's undead minion if it killed you was also a horrifying thing.

The thing that really scared Elden was that this monster had the face of his friend, Theron. It was hard to mistake those features, the brow, the healed burn scars on the Theron thing's face.

He had only ever fought a mohrg once but that was with friends who had far more combat prowess than him. Elden knew he didn't have a good chance against it alone. His anti undead measures could only do so much if he had a moment to cast, but this thing was on his heels. Arrows firing past him all the while it continued to gain more an more momentum on him.

He's already yelling at this point. Yelling for any help that can come to him. ]

Fayren - OTA

[willing_sheath]

[1: spectre]

[Near the Amatsu anyone may see a lone figure in a white kimono and purple shawl. She is easily recognizable, or at least mistakable, for the inn's head chef. If someone approaches her she will turn, her dark eyes wild and shining, her kimono suddenly soaking with blood from a horrendous wound across her back and partially through her front where she was nearly cleaved in to. She pulls a bloodied knife from her sleeve, cuts from the corners of her mouth to her ears forming red lines as her eyes widen more and as she opens her mouth to speak the cuts form a grotesque wide grin.]

I am finally able to smile.



[2: The zombie]

[In that same area a different figure could be seen as well. This one is not nearly so recognizable, not without studying the remains of its face for longer than most would likely care to. The clothing is the same but dirty and worn where it isn't crusted with old dried blood, the skin the ashen color of decay. When she turns it is seen that her eyes and lips have long since rotted away--and yet it is able to speak.]

This is all that is left...


[3: And As for Tomoe Herself...]

[When she wasn't actively trying to kill herself at the Amatsu by forgetting to eat while working herself to death in reaction to Ayame's disappearance Tomoe had taken to walking more and more outside--perhaps a call back to when she had been transformed into a dragon several months ago. The overhang where she had finally taken a literal leap of faith in order to fly had become one of her personal favorite places to think. It was on her way there that she first encountered one of them.]

[The white figure had stepped out from behind a tree into her path, the white of the kimono eerily bright in the shade of the trees.]

You were able to smile in death... but not now...

[The specter tilted its head as the kimono began to darken with blood, pulling the bloodied knife from its sleeve and smiling with its horrific split-faced grin.]

But I have found a way for you to smile no matter what!

[Tomoe's scream caught in her throat as she turned to run as well as she could in a kimono and geta. She stumbled and fell, losing one shoe in the process, scrambling back to her feet to continue on. She makes it to the end of the path where it connects to the main road before it appears before her again]

Or is it that you do not want to smile? You think it is too late--?

[Tomoe does manage to scream this time, scrambling backward before tripping again--but this time the specter falls on top of her, its hands twisting into her kimono as its flesh begins to rot before her eyes. Her screams continue as she claws at the thing over top of her.]

Yes, yes, this is what you are now--long dead, decayed, turned to dust forgotten--and you should be, shouldn't you? What are you other than a venomous snake? You betrayed everything you loved--

[It hands managed to find her throat even as she clawed at it, its skin cold and clammy, the bones sharp and hard beneath the withering flesh. Its eyes seemed to melt from the sockets, its lips shriveling away from its teeth as it tightened its grip on her throat and cut off her screams]

Such foolish sentiments of a 'second chance'--you do not deserve a second chance you foolish woman! You killed Kiyosatto! You killed Enishi! You may as well have killed Kenshin! All with your inaction and that placid face! And yet you hope? You dare to hope--

[The grip tightened even further, her vision began to black out. Was she going to die this way? Die again? Maybe... and maybe she deserved it...]

[chambermusicandtenpins]

Everte statum!

[A blast of magic streaks through the air and strikes the soldiers square in the chest, sending them flying backwards. The Ace of Clubs and Ace of Diamonds release Alice as they're thrown backwards, hitting the ground with a dull thud without moving. When Alice falls, instead of hitting the ground, she'll hit a soft cloud of air as Albus Dumbledore runs up to her with his wand in hand.]

Miss Alice, are you all right?

Everglade OTA (adaptable format)

[innocent_royal]

Anastasia was leaving her job at the Cloak & Dagger for the day when the air suddenly started to feel heavy. It was a familiar feeling, something she hasn't felt in years.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

That doesn't sound like the usual footsteps of Everglade's macabre citizens. She looks down the road towards the source, and her heart sank. Making its way towards her was the familiar sight of a Demon, summoned by Erulean cultists to bring in a new age of order through slavery in her world. And it was staring her down like it was ready for payback for her defiance before.

Anastasia wasn't dressed or prepared for a fight, so what can she do as she squares off in total bewilderment in the middle of the road with it?

Plucking mana from the air and weaving it together, she generates a ball of blessed Light magical energy and launches it at the pit fiend, striking it in the face and... Absolutely nothing. She remembers now. Without the divine blessings, her magic is native. Natural. Useless against these unnatural monsters.

The fiend spreads it's wings and launches into a dive sweep at the girl. She runs in a panicked retreat as it slams on the ground at her former position and gives chase, easily keeping up with her as it swipes its claws at her and narrowly missing her each time.

"What is going on?! Somebody, help! Please!"

[ubiquitously]

[Confronting strange enemies had been something of a norm for Uai's former life. Tasked with protecting entire universes, he was used to being caught off guard. Violent playing cards, therefore, shouldn't have been as strange to him as they were. Playing cards with axes, no less, and a visible intent to kill small children. He's briefly bewilder by the sight, which looks suspiciously like a storybook scene.

Uai himself isn't a very violent person. What he lacks in a will to cause harm, he makes up for in top notch self preservation skills... All of this being a fancy way to say "he run good." He 'briefly' stops time in 'short' bursts, creating the illusion of being incredibly fast as he dashes to Alice.]

Alice!

[It doesn't cross his mind to warn her that his body is, itself, an illusion. He puts himself between Alice and the ax, holding up his arm to block the blade. Uai might bleed, but his human guise won't break or lose a limb. After he feels like he's blocked the ax, Uai will push back on the blade with his dragonic strength. He hopes that the cards will be startled enough that he can push them away.]

Get off the kid!

[immortalsoul]

[Silicon has been followed by her owns hare of horrific monsters this past day. When she hears the shriek of another young woman, Silly puts the brakes on her own running efforts. Her sights switch to Konoka, and soon to the Headhunter pursuing her.]

Hey! Catch!

[She hopes Konoka hears her. Dropping merchandise and breaking it would be the worst, after all. Silicon tosses a oddly shaped glass bottle to Konoka, then gestures to the monster.]

It's a smokescreen! Let's go! [Sorry, Konoka. Silly isn't carrying very many offensive weapons at the moment.

Hope you like running!]

[foriamhere]

[Toshinori was not particularly happy about being on 'house arrest with work privileges'--which, although it was not phrased in that manner--was essentially what he was on. Apparently they weren't convinced that he still wouldn't make a break for it to go off on his own to live like a hobo in the woods to keep them away from any trouble All For One may eventually bring to him. Truth be told it wasn't wholly misplaced but he wasn't going to do it with this much backlash, at least not yet.]

[He was just lucky they didn't feel the need to have Dante or someone else escort him for his entire commute--although in this particular instance that may have been a blessing considering whatever the hell he just walked in on.]

[He reacted the second he heard the screams, running straight for them without thinking--without remembering that there wasn't much that he could do. But then again that hadn't stopped him as a teenager before he inherited his quirk, it wasn't going to stop him now.]

[And what the actual hell was he looking at!?! Were those giant playing cards!?!]

[Ok. Okokokok. It didn't matter what they were, they were armed and he was pretty sure they were trying to kill someone. He couldn't tackle the ax'man' from the side, not with how thin its strange body was, he would probably do more damage to himself than it, so instead he aimed for the card closest to the axman, putting on a burst of speed before leaping to ram his full 230 pounds into the card's back, throwing it into the axman and leaving them both to topple down.]

[Toshinori tucked and rolled with his own fall, twisting until he was facing back the way he came on his hands and feet like a sprinter before charging again, using the confusion caused by his attack to his advantage. The card on Alice's right had lost its hold when he rammed it, the left still held her. He rushed it, fingers closing on its wrist, thumb biting into what should have been a pressure point, his opposite coming up and then DOWN to drive his elbow into the crook of the things arm to break its grip.]

[He didn't wait to observe anything else, the moment the grip slipped he had Alice under the arms and up in a firm hold across his chest and he was sprinting away, strides covering ten feet at a time with his freakishly long legs.]

It's alright--[He huffed, never more thankful than now for two fully functioning lungs as he kept on that pace.] I'm here now, little one.

Fayren | OTA

[immortalsoul]

Prompt One . Is It A Zombie?

[No, it's a homunculus! Well, actually. A lot of them. Homunculi. And unlike Silicon, they aren't cute girl homunculi: They're incomplete humans. Sometimes missing limbs, or with their bodies twisted in horrific ways, and scrambling after their red haired sister.

Silicon has been tossing bottles of magic at them, leaving colour clouds in her wake. Some of the ice element to freeze them, some electric bottles to stun them, even some water elements to wash them backward. But they've persisted, and chased her through the forests of Fayren. Gradually, they've even begun herding her to a deadend cliff edge.]

Please, stop! Sisters! Listen to me! [Silly reaches into her pockets for a new bottle, but her hand comes out empty.

She's out of prebottled spells. Her gold eyes widen with newfound horror, her courage failing.] St, stay back! Don't touch me!

Prompt Two . Hunting Fayren's Boogeyman

[Why was Silicon in Fayren's forests, you ask? Well! Because she heard of that Fayren Boogeyman! The rumors had her worried for her magic potions. Silicon is an alchemist after all, and she buries certain potions under the ground to age them. Like magic kimchi.

She's on her knees and digging through the cold earth with a garden shovel, trying to retrieve one of those potions.]

There you are~! C'mon up! It's not safe for you out here. I heard a fire breather is wandering around!

[With the thought on her mind, this pendent bearer has attracted that fire breathing monster. Silicon doesn't see the golden dragon behind her. She didn't even hear it approach. It isn't until she's standing up, her arms full of colourful glass bottles, that she turns and sees it.]

HEEBIE JEEBIES-- D-D-DRAAGOON! [Now taking bets for Silicon V Golden Dragon. Or accepting help, because the odds are not in her favor.]

Fayren OTA (adaptable format)

[greatprecious]

Every once in a while, Myrrh flies on out to the Fayren forest to visit the little critters and pay her respects to the ones slain and used in necromancy at the memorial she built.

Her thoughts drift momentarily to the idea of necromancy... Of monsters. The war with the Demon King. It's simply far too scary and she hugs herself to calm her nerves. She begins to leave when she hears a rumble. She looks back to the memorial to see the ground around it shimmering.

Just like the birds and animals that flee the area in unison, Myrrh is so easily frightened, so she dares not approach as the rumbling grew louder and the shimmering seemed to distort reality. Suddenly, a black hole appears on the memorial and a giant black and scarred arm lunges out and slam into the ground. Further away, another arm reaches out and grips the ground. The black holes begin to grow until they met and joined into a massive hole in the ground, and what begins to appear froze the little manakete in her spot.

Twisted horns, glowing eyes, a face full of teeth, black skin scarred by tgose foolish enough to challenge him. It was the Demon King, Fomortiis.

"No! It can't be! You were sealed in Rausten's Sacred Stone! You can't be here!"

But he doesn't speak a word... He just stares at Myrrh, as if taunting her in her disbelief. What is she going to do? Run? He might follow her into Fayren and beyond! Not like she can get her feet moving, anyway. Eventually, her knees give way and she falls, shielding herself with her wings and at the mercy of the Demon King as he opens his maw to laugh.

[madcuriosity]

[Alice must be dead and this is heaven... right? Heaven is the only place where Latin would be used just every day. She opened up one eye, and then the other only she wasn't dead, and the cards weren't gone. She looked all around and was quick to take several steps back and near Albus. She grabbed onto Albus' hand as he came to her, looking at the cards carefully.]

Mr. Dumbledore! [Her hands were still shaking and she looked around, something was wrong. She was panting, still trying to catch her breath, the blood on her hands, thankfully, was not her own.]

M-Mr. Dumbledore, the cards... [Her entire body is shaking as she tries to calm down and isn't really able to do so.]

[madcuriosity]

[Well, the Ace of Spades is stalled but Alice is held tight by the Ace of Clubs and Ace of Diamonds. When the ax hasn't touched her, Alice opens one eye and then the other, only to see Uai blocking the blade with his arm.]

Mr. Uai! Mr. Uai look out!

[One of the aces holding Alice let go, intending to smack him back. She struggled in the Ace of Diamond's grip, her feet scraping against the ground.]

MR. UAI!

[madcuriosity]

[Alice was suddenly lifted in the air, and she almost yelled again in fright when she felt a rush of air until she heard Toshinori's voice. She opened one eye and then the other. As they ran from the cards, she clung onto him, her heart still racing and she was only just finally able to catch her breath.]

T-the cards! M-Mr. Toshinori! They're here! They're hunting me down!

Well I mean...

[koishi_komeiji]

Koishi dashed to one side just as the Namur came down, kicking up dust and debris as he landed. "You're not Namur!" It appears Koishi had learned Namur's name at some point.

She raised one hand, magical thorns and vines appearing, coating the ground, reaching out to entangle the phantoms. It wasn't too difficult to catch Namur, though it would only buy Ted a few seconds. Sans was a bit harder though she did eventually entwine one of his legs.

Her dopple... well... Touhous can fly so that was out of the question. At least from this angle.

Seconds later Koishi shot up into the air after the strange phantom, bright lights and concussive blasts of magic lighting up the sky. It was kind of danmaku. That's how she was supposed to fight other youkai but... Well no. There had been no formal challenge issued and Ted was in real trouble. She couldn't afford to hold back.

"Ted make distance! I got this!" All things considered, she was doing quite well, both of them resorting to more physical strikes and raw magic as their void-like nature nullified each other's psychic assaults.

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[ Konoka scrambled back in dread. Those swords were serious business and she wasn't equipped to deal with them! If only someone could help her...

...no, no one was coming to help her.

But she sure didn't want to die. Just as Konoka resolved to run for her life, she heard someone shout and a bottle come flying toward her. Konoka more or less caught it by instinct, holding it in confusion briefly before remembering the mad monster imitating her lost friends sneaking up on her. Fortunately, she saw Silicon, her gesture, and put two and two together pretty fast. ]

Ngh!

[ She threw the bottle with wild force and let it burst, cloud of smoke obscuring the monster long enough to help her escape. She ran to Silicon and joined her in running away. ]

Fayren - OTA

[brbgettingwrench]

[Winry had started to feel comfortable with going to Fayren with each trip out there. But today will be one of the days where that confidence will take a major hit.

When she turned around the corner she found herself pausing, stopping in place. What she was seeing was the person she had been in that month of January a year ago. The cold and heartless version of herself she had come to hate and fear at the same time. The her that she never wanted to see again.

Slowly taking a step back, she could feel her heart pounding faster and faster. She didn't want to see this, she wanted to get out of there and fast. But as she stepped back the other followed her, the coldness of her eyes clear. She had no idea what was going to happen if the other caught her, so she turned on her heels and started to run.

She needed to get out of there and fast. So she started to run, the cold heartless version of herself following after. She had no idea what he was going to do if she was caught.]

[youfool]

[Koishi would notice something odd about the illusions' behavior. All of them seemed to thirst only for Ted's blood. Not a single attack was aimed her way, and if she got hit at all, it would only be due to her physically interposing between them and Ted.

The false Namur pulled at his roots while Sans, not one who needed much movement, calmly used magic bones of his own to destroy his bonds. No Gaster Blasters tonight, thankfully, as Ted's never seen them.

Despite the brief reprieve, Ted's more anxious than ever. Getting beaten by these things was humiliating, but manageable. His trouble becoming another's was more than he could take.]

I'm fine, Koishi, really! I know you mean well, but you've got to stop!

[Fine by Ted's standards, anyway. He gets worse treatment than this in training these days. The illusions were empowered by fear, specifically the fear of getting people close to him hurt. Koishi putting herself in harm's way served to make them that much worse.

The moment one of Koishi's attacks struck true, they'd be treated to another scream of pain from the false Koishi; another dreadful sound. Ted really, really hoped it came from the false one.]

Please, I'm begging you, just g-

[That's all he got out before the vines were broken, and the assault resumed with more ferocity than before. Ted could feel they were faster, and it took more out of him to weave between bullets and fisticuffs.]

Re: Konoka | (Fayren) OTA

[youfool]

[His own ordeal dealt with, Ted went to check whether his was an isolated incident. What better place to gather information than the Mahora Fortune and Om--Onmoo...no, Onmyewdoo...Omni...Omyou...

Konoka's place. It's central location and medical purpose made it a good spot to see just how dire the situation really was. Ted might've called first, but thinking ahead isn't his strong suit. He hopes she's actually minding the shop, rather than out in the field. Wouldn't want to waste the trip.

As he flew overhead, he heard the piercing shriek that tensed and focused his mind. Seemed their visit would be under dire circumstances. He honed in on the source, then boosted straight down so forcefully that cobblestones sprayed from the landing. His own experience taught him that, if her trouble was anything like his, it'd pursue Konoka exclusively. As he landed, a dome of black threads covered the two for protection.]

Not bad timing, eh? Konoka, are you hurt?

Re: Everglade -OTA

[youfool]

[Once Fayren looked reasonably secure, Ted had gone to Everglade where he suspected more of the same chaos had boiled. Everglade didn't enjoy the open fields or ample lighting of Fayren, so relying on sight alone to scout danger was tricky.

Fortunately, noise carried just as well, and Ted heard the screams of a damsel in distress. He's on his way!

Oh, it's Elden. He'd hoped they might meet in the flesh under better circumstances. As it was, Ted's form wasn't the knight in shining armor either of them hoped. He looked similar to a nightwalker, albeit in more manageable and humanoid proportions.

Two threads lanced from above covering either side of the street hosting their pursuit. Each post then formed an outline between them that filled in, making a black, curved wall that would send every arrow their way into a void, never to return. Stuffing projectiles is his specialty.

Ted himself would touch down nearer to Elden's side soon after.]

No time for introductions, I'm afraid. What are we dealing with?

[koishi_komeiji]

She growled something in Japanese as the vines were broken, glancing down- but that was enough for her dopple to take advantage. Claws found her cheek and tore open her sleeve as the creature struggled to escape. She screeched and grabbed her counterpart, hands charging with magic, wrapping tightly around the illusory copy as she threw. Hard. Sending her into the ground with some force.

Though from Ted's perspective it was hard to tell which one was actually winning.

"Make some distance!" It was the one still in the air. This was more harsh. There was a sliver of discipline in there. It was a bit like Satsuki, actually. Angry, curt, and looking out for Ted's well-being whether he liked it or not. That was the real one. No doubt about it.

She looked a bit hurt though, some blood streaking her alabaster hair. And a large stain was starting to engulf her left sleeve.