Happy Naberus! [Party post]

[labrathor]

There's a chill in the air and a distant howl, and the sun is nowhere to be seen. On the outskirts of the Plaza, grinning faces carved into squashes tempt passersby to follow their lighted path, leading visitors down twists and turns through darkened streets, fog swirling around their feet. Did you already pass this way before? Are you going in circles, lost forever? Doubling back on yourself will lead to much the same result. And you don't remember when or how, but your clothes have somehow become a costume - whether funny, horrific, or downright bizarre.

Eventually, you find yourself in a small street carnival, tucked away far beyond the beaten path. Lights and lanterns run the length of a darkened street, the smells of fried and baked treats in the air, a light haze of smoke gathering under the awnings of food stalls. Beyond the food stalls, a haunted house beckons the brave to venture into its dark, cramped corridors, the sounds of distant screams coming from deep within. To the other side, a mountain of pumpkins waits to be carved, scoops and wicked-looking knives laid out on a tall table. Further still, wooden washtubs full of dark red wine host a small flotilla of apples to be bobbed, leaving all participants with deep red stains running down their necks from trying.

But before you can investigate the many wonders this strange little celebration has to offer, you must first be confronted by the host.

What looks for all the world like a fleshy flower writhes in the entryway to the festival, already towering over most visitors at fifteen feet high. But then that flower opens, unfolding into the form of an even larger young woman, bloody handprints painted on her exposed skin and shards of glass seemingly jammed directly into her head, and papercraft severed limbs hang in a necklace around her throat. She grins at you with unrestrained glee. "Couldn't resist, right? This is the happiest time of the entire year! Happy Naberus! You do know what that is? The Orokin festival of death, darkness, and deviance." She peers down at those in her presence. "We're all equal on Naberus night now, under our masks. Who's to know who's powerful and who isn't?"

She straightens up and laughs, waving her arms towards the carnival behind her. "Don't say I didn't warn you!"



[ooc: Happy Naberus, Nexus-goers! This is a party post, so feel free to tag around under the activity tags or just with each other! And remember, everyone must have a costume to participate! You can make it as mundane or as terrifying as you like. If you are open to spooky and/or horrifying events happening to your character, please also contact me through DMs here or to Ael on Discord so we can plan it together beforehand. The horror side of this event is opt-in, and threads containing such content should be tagged in the subject line.]

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[iwillcatchup]

Peter takes the broken feather, and smiles to himself. "Video game logic wins again."

He glances up to where the Minotaur's horn is wedged, and cracks his fingers. He superspeeds up the creature, with the agility of one who can walk on water and walls when he is going fast enough. When gravity itself can not even catch up to him.

And he starts working on that section, his hands going a mile-a-minute. "Let's see if I literally can get you out of this... in a second."

He winks down at the minotaur with a smile.

[bloodysacrifice]

Thankfully the speed saves Peter from the thrashing but as soon as that horn comes loose Moloch is turning toward the wider end of the hallway bellowing angrily. He's had enough of this small space and may turn the labyrinth into the running of the bulls for a while because his head is down and he's charging back toward the four way intersection he had appeared from.

Once in that opening the charging will calm as he tries to decide which way to go in the darkness. He does glance back at the humanoid that was with him. He's not so far gone to not recognize that he had been helped but company isn't something Moloch appreciates most days.

[iwillcatchup]

Eight seconds on a bull. That might seem like a long time for any bullrider. It stretches out even longer for Peter --- as time slows down around him when he is in superspeed mode. But it is because of the superspeed mode that saves him from a trashing.

And finally when the Minotaur is not charging anymore, Peter slips off from his position on the back of the winged creature. And removes his googles.

Time returns to normal for him. "We can get out of this bloody maze together... Parley?" He sticks out a hand.