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nexus_crossings2020-10-26 06:15 pm
magpiemythos) wrote in 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!))
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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The AV-field may protect unwillful violence, but the palulukan's prey is a Pokemon. They know combat, and when challenged the Tropius will not first think to flee. It will stand its ground. It will fight.
It's bulk means nothing to a much larger predator. The pokemon rears its head when it scents the palulukan's approach. When it whips round its head it throws leaves as sharp as razors the predator's way. Clearing the cornstalks before it rears a challenge. A brave creature. A foolish one.
A meal.
Hazel sits weightlessly atop what's left of the intact corn nearby to watch.
CW: Pokemon death
And then he charges.
Six long legs dig claws into the earth, throwing a spray of cold dirt in his wake. More razor leaves slice against his face and forelegs, little stings that annoy him but do little to stop him from pouncing, ignoring the rivulets of blood trickling from his wounds. Claws bite deep into warm flesh, tatter the leaf-like wings, and his first lunge at the Pokemon's throat misses, snapping shut on the sweet yellow fruit at its chin.
The Tropius lets out a cry and stomps at the predator, attempting to throw its weight against the attacker, and exposes its long neck for a moment.
The last mistake it will ever make.
Sharp fangs latch around the doomed Pokemon's throat, and it lets out an alarmed sound that is swiftly cut short as the palulukan thrashes his head. The wet snap of bone rings out in the dark field, a spray of blood painting the dust and dried corn, and dripping-red fangs roar out in victory and warning.
This is my kill. Stay away.
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It may have been Other mischief that cursed this partygoer into such a beast, but Hazel has ensured the creature will not go hungry on this night. That none of the other ignorant masses will end up facing down a Hungry predator. Or at least not a starving one.
When the palulukan has finished its meal only then does Hazel approach. She strides atop the cornstalks until there are none left intact before walking outright on the air itself to be closer to even height with the predator. Too small to be a meal, still smelling of dried leaves and fresh earth and not a living, breathing, thing.
"Have you had your fill? Do you need me still, fierce one? Or will you roam free now?"
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There is little left in the end. A few tattered, severed pieces deemed inedible to his predator's tongue, left in the dark stained earth.
His head lifts at the approach of something strange, something new, and his reddened teeth flash before he sees her truly. He does not recognize the words, nor the creature that floats before him, but there is no scent nor sound of life from her. Neither challenger nor prey, yet a force of some kind that he cannot comprehend.
Part of him, deep within, says Eywa.
Not her. But something like.
The snarl fades and he licks at his muzzle, tasting the remnants of his prey, the bulk of it warm in his belly. A good meal, heavy enough to sate the fierce hunger, light enough not to slow him down. A gift? He sniffs, and tilts his head, not quite a bow but an impulse that feels right. Then he turns and slinks back into the cornfield, seeking a place to clean himself of prey-smells, and let the meal settle.