Sep 16, 2009 21:12
[tra la la]
[the sparkling glass that was surrounding the mess hall has dissipated. there's the sound of music in the air now, coming from everywhere at once: circus music, though tinny and skipping notes, like the recording's not very well done. everything goes dark, then a single bright light snaps on, centered on a tiny, doll-sized shape that staggers into its glow. the sparkling glass begins to gather around it, first in a thin cloud, and then heavier, thicker, kind of like smoke, coming together around the doll and building it up, bigger--bigger--bigger--
singing along with the music are a multitude of voices, some of them familiar--some of them belonging to faceless friends in camp--and some you've never heard before. the creature is fully-formed now, a strange shadowy figure with a smooth blank mask for a face. it reaches out.
showtime.]
((BOSS BATTLE POST. Fight the monster, win back a face! OR INFORMATION, depending. Faceless people are welcome to interfere. As always, #terriblepeople to reach us; nekokoban at gmail if you have specific questions!))