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[Fear Event] Spooky Scary Halloween
The castle belonging to the Royal family of Fayren isn’t always opened up for people to come and go as they please. But during this time of year..on this very week, the gates to the grounds are opened for all. The family is predictable in that way. Hallow’s Week was something they celebrated with all of Fayren.
The castle was fully decorated with traditional things, spiders, skeletons and the like. But some were enchanted by magic. Made to move or jump when someone was near just to give them a fright! Because what is this holiday meant for but sweets and cheap, harmless scares?
Because of the magical nature of the Castle’s decorations, it probably doesn’t seem too out of place when a mysterious whisping glow rolls through the castle. It’s easy enough to tell yourself that it is just part of what they are doing. Even the guards, knights and other manner of people that helped set it all up didn’t think too much of it, thinking that someone else must have done this to help with the ambiance.
But they couldn’t be more wrong.. Long after that devious magic took hold of the place, some of those creepy crawlys that jumped out at guards weren’t fake at all. Things and fears that they held within them was starting to be given physical shape. And soon this would spread far beyond the castle and come to engulf all of Fayren.
[ooc: A post signaling the start of the Halloween Plot!
[Fear of Loss; also NSFW-ish] [OPEN]
Peace departed first. Once that wave of dark magic made its rounds, the castle became a madhouse. Screams tore through the night as phobic phantasms hounded their hosts. Ted's experience at work trained a calm mind, but it wasn't enough. Suddenly, he found himself naked. Luckily, everyone else was in too much of a panic to notice or, worse, take embarrassing pictures and post them online.
He spared himself a moment of panic, before retreating into whatever guest room he could find to borrow a set of clothes. Once his state of mind settled into something resembling normalcy, a fresh wave of anxiety washed over him. His bag! He had been stripped utterly bare. No pokeballs, and no communicator. What in the devil was going on?
But that was not the worst of it. His material possessions weren't the only thing that had been taken, though this second theft would go unbeknownst to him. Anyone he knew: friends, coworkers, etc., would pass through him as a wraith. He would not hear their words, nor feel their touch. His relationships too were gone.
As he struggled to dress himself, Ted tried to get a grip. He simply had to find his things. And then, god willing, find what or whomever was behind this, and sort it out. Satori was gonna owe him one.
In which even Satori is disturbed.
She'd come dressed for the occasion, with her Murkrow sitting atop her shoulder. Her costume was much like a sorceress, wrapped in a long cloak of black feathers and a long, stylized, dark dress, bearing a similarily feathered pattern.
Not that she needed a costume to look unsettling: She'd relaxed the appearance of her humanoid vessel. Her eyes carried a dull glow to them, their sclera a deep, midnight black and her pupils uncharacteristically narrowed into an almost predatory appearance, pale points in any darkness. The veins of her third eye were a little more visible on her arms, their arteries and appendages looking somewhat more...defined. Those watching Satori would no doubt notice her inhuman nature more clearly, but considering this was a season apparently meant for indulging in fear, it's likely, with an outfit like she was wearing, that she'd wouldn't come under too much trouble by looking this way.
And, as usual, it seems that Koishi had darted off, all excited about the activity. Most likely looking for someone or something to share her excitement with, the elder sister mused to herself. Or, more likely, to start pilfering the food set out for the partygoers to enjoy.
But she knew well what to do at these sorts of parties. The mind-reader spent some time socializing as well as she could manage, subtly picking up mental cues from guests. Satori still held that characteristic element of world-weary wisdom she was known for. Even the unsettling decorations didn't entirely catch her off guard. You can hardly terrify a mind-reader who'll catch on to surprises long before they happen, after all.
Unless, of course, one digs beyond the surface.
A little later, as the unusual wave of magic passed through the castle, she didn't seem all that surprised at first. Like many, she assumed it was part of the show, and coming from her homeworld where magic was common, this wasn't too out of place. After a moment, she felt something was bizarre about this, and couldn't quite push aside a feeling of what that 'something' was.
Until she noticed that the guests' minds exhibited something close to a fear response. Not the type of fear that shocks people out of their calm or causes them to run. This ran a little deeper than that, especially when terrifying things had begun a life of their own, and the pleasantries ground to a halt. And just like that, her calm analysis of the situation was cut off amidst a hail of fearful voices clamouring at once. Satori' even with the mental resistance she already had, felt considerable trouble trying to think clearly, let alone help immediately.
It was then, in her confusion, that she noticed it. Satori recoiled, looking about as if searching for something. If even Satori had been thrown out of her calm and detachment, something was definitely amiss. She looked to her Deputy with a mixture of terror and loss, slowly getting up and following something down a hallway. It looked to be a steadily gathering trail of blood...
"Mewtwo...where has she gone, now? She's...she's hurt." Her mental 'voice' was uncharacteristically unfocused. "...No, she has to be somewhere! I...I can't sense her, in all this..." After following the bloody trail for some time, she recognized this feeling. Her thoughts were racing. The blade of a knife, a bleeding wound, a severed vein. Never. Not ever again.
At the end of the trail, lying in the pool of blood, as if torn from its proper place, there laid a torn, blue third eye. Satori rushed off in the direction she'd last remembered Koishi had gone. She couldn't sense Koishi, any longer. And her third eye, discarded the way it was...she had little time left.
Mewtwo won't be faring much better.
When the wave of magic hit, Mewtwo could instantly sense the change of the atmosphere. However, he did what he did best when confronted with something like this, he tried to stay rational. The fact that the guests were all now inexplicably wearing Rocket uniforms had to be an illusion of some kind. The Pokemon - and Rockets - had left Genessia, the only Pokemon left were in his gate, and the Rockets had been dealt with.
He chose to focus on Satori as a sort of grounding point in the illusions, trying to keep his mind calm, and the voices of those around him out. When Satori turned her attention on him, he scanned the area, noting two spots where his psychic probes could not breech. One was sitting on Satori's shoulder, the other darting around out of sight.
"I can sense her, Satori. Judging by the rate of movement her void is giving off, she would seem to be... unharmed." Just as Satori began to be unfocused, his voice faded slightly as if there were some interference. He glanced around, eyes widening as he saw something that could not be.
"Something is going on... it's affecting our minds... Giovanni can't be here... and I destroyed that armor..."
In which Satori still has <CONFUSED> status. Sort of.
"Her third eye is...- she's certainly..." But Satori hesitated. The delusion still spoke directly to her mind, it enforced that 'reality' that Koishi was injured, bleeding, dying. But Mewtwo had issues of his own, and had admitted that Koishi lived. While all her senses denied the possibility of her sister being alive, urged her to fall into despair, she at least attempted to struggle free.
Satori replied, weakly... "I still can't feel a thing. You're just saying that to...assuage my fears. In this situation, of course she's in danger..." To assuage her fears? Probably. But that wasn't quite all It became harder to concentrate eachother's voices with all these distractions.
Satori felt compelled to search for Koishi. A deep pain of heartache and stress throbbed in her chest the longer she couldn't feel her presence. Still, her feet moved on their own, and she tried her best to put things into perspective. Mewtwo, no doubt, was noticing something as well. The thoughts of that organization that abused the psychic mon over his life were manifest in his consciousness. The look of those minions had easily struck so much fear into him, and to her Deputy, they were there. She'd heard as much from his own words, but those thoughts, due to Mewtwo's fears being played upon, were much, much worse than she'd ever seen. Something had noticed it, summoned it, just as this force had toyed with her thoughts about Koishi.
"We need to leave..." Head aching, barely able to think, she relayed over the noise of fearful minds. Her inner voice tried its best to stand out, amidst the fearful sensations from virtually everywhere... "Even if this might be false...I...I can't leave my sister while this is going on. She...she might be hurt, in all of this, regardless of what we do. We...need to find Koishi." Hastily, she added, trying to keep herself calm, urging Mewtwo to retreat in a different direction... "A-and then, find whatever's responsible."
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Fear slowly crept over him as a shiver was sent down his spine. He wanted to turn, to see who was behind him, but never the less he dreaded who might be there. But he knew he had to be brave and so he slowly turned around, turned to see the person who summoned the seal, who played it and when he did, his eyes widened at the sight before him.
It was the other him, standing there with a smirk upon his lips. It had been how he feared after all. His fear that all this would happen again. His back pressed up against the wall, he didn't know what to do or say but as soon as the duel disk was on his wrist that just made him worry even more.
He had no idea how to get out of it. But he did wish that he wasn't alone.