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Loki ([personal profile] magpiemythos) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings2020-10-26 06:15 pm

Spooky Scary Skeletons!

Loki had no idea if any other places were having Halloween bashes, but that wasn't gonna stop him from having his fun! Pub-crawls were a thing if that were the case! The Viper's Pit had been decked out in the spirit of the season, the drinks, boozy and non were themed for the holiday, and aside from the magically drugged glitter one could play with down in the club, there were all manner of edibles.

While the changes were mild inside the building itself, the field had undergone the most changes, from the disappearance of the arena and bathhouse to the forests normally vaguely in the middle distance having been drawn in much closer, ringing a large open field where several bonfires were crackling merrily, each stocked with comfortable places to sit, as well as marshmallows, skewers, and several options for meats to be grilled over an open flame. To the east of the clearing was an expansive-looking corn maze, and standing vigil over it from somewhere in the vague center was a large Victorian-looking house. Anyone who wanted to go snooping would find the maze and home both charmingly haunted by costumed staff looking forward to the chance to scare the pants off some unsuspecting partygoers.

Nothing about the place seems off, or strange. Bats fly about overhead, the moon is large and positioned quite perfectly to make the haunted house look charmingly spooky, and the woods that spread around the clearing are just begging for people to dare to creep down it's paths, jumping at the shrieks that echo from the maze, or just their own imaginations running away with them. Not that there seems to be anything scarier than some mild-mannered wild-life like the owls hooting in the trees- it seems the woods are more designed for a nice nighttime stroll for folks who might want a bit of quiet than anything.

Of course everyone wore costumes. They did right? It's a costume party after all! And if anyone didn't have one, the staff of the bar were quite happy to furnish some of the spares they had on hand, even if it might be something so simple as an animal headband, a pair of wings, or a sheriff's badge and toy gun.

No one was quite certain when things started becoming weirder. Not specifically, and no one was sure why it had happened, given the first sign of things going wrong? Was one of the poor unsuspecting waiters who'd been wearing a cute little bear headband? Was suddenly now a very large, and very confused grizzly bear in a darling little vest trying to balance the tray he'd been carrying on one paw, and attempting to sort out how to get all the drinks off without tipping them onto the customers, who were now a table of animals of varying sizes and shapes, as well as one very bewildered knight, whose plastic armor was suddenly much more realistic and cumbersome.

And from the yelps of surprise and alarm echoing quickly through the Pit and the yard, it was clear this was not an isolated incident.



((ooc: Costume bash! OOC info is here leave any questions in there! Feel free to tag either pre or post-costume realism! For toplevels please use the Trick Or Treat system! If you're just wanting cute fluff or maybe minor spooky stuff, just leave 'Treat' in your toplevel's subject line. If you're here for scary chases and angst, or being a monster to hunt folks for fun (keeping in mind the AVF is in effect!) just post 'Trick'! If you're open to both just put both in! Hopefully this'll make it easier to match up what folks are hoping to play with here even if you're going in otherwise blind. The costumes will revert come sunrise with no ill effects- happy hauntings!))
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[personal profile] jarheadclan 2020-10-28 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
The words pass the predator's ears unnoticed, just noises against the quiet of the night. The intelligent consciousness usually in control is lost beneath the instincts of the palulukan, driven by basic instinct. Fight. Flee. Eat.

The little morsel sounds angry, but it does not frighten the beast.

All this means is that an ambush is no longer an option.

The palulukan raises its head, rising to its full height, towering over the corn. Its quill-tipped crest flares wide like a mane, glowing yellow and red in the darkness, and it roars.
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[personal profile] outpostcook 2020-10-28 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Gracious!" Kinner steps back in shock. Whatever that thing is, now he's got a better look at it, it's nothing he's ever seen. It's huge.

He shouts back, following advice he learned when dealing with bears and other wildlife at home. If you look and act big, that might cause a predator to hesitate.

Probably isn't going to work, though. It's the only thing he can think of.
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[personal profile] jarheadclan 2020-11-13 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
If Kinner were quite a bit larger, bigger than an elephant, perhaps he might have stood a chance intimidating the palulukan. Instead, the predator pauses only briefly, watching for signs of a trick, before it begins to charge forward, its long legs picking up speed in a hurry. Dry, dusty corn stalks splinter and shatter under his paws and against his sides, forging a swath of destruction heading straight for the man.

Better run, Kinner...
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[personal profile] outpostcook 2020-11-13 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Kinner's decided that he's not a fan of Halloween. He turns and bolts - his plan didn't work, but at least he bought himself a little bit of time. He scans the environment, looking for somewhere to hide where the creature can't follow. It's bigger than he is, so that might be the best way to escape. But that's still a long shot, considering how fast it looks.

He turns and bolts, sure that it'll give chase.
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[personal profile] jarheadclan 2020-11-29 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
It will indeed.

With stealth no longer on his side, the palulukan abandons any attempt to stalk up closer on the human. Six legs make short work of the distance, following the rustling of the dried stalks as Kinner flees. He gulps great lungfuls of air through vents on his neck, efficient and powerful, fuel for the chase. A loud snarl leaps from his jaws as he closes in, sharp claws digging into the chilled dirt and spraying it back with every stride.