[LOG] Midnight Falls
Who: EVERYONE
Status: OPEN, VERY VERY OPEN
Style: Anything; Action - Comment spamming okay; Multiple threads okay
Where: Hisato EDIT: Raisato also allowed here, just put in the subject line that you're in Raisato
When: Shortly before midnight; Week 2, Day 2 - Second Wave (Yoma/Rakshasa/Hollows)
Rating: R for violence
[It's already a mess, food stores gone and reduced to nothing but ruins, empty pots and sacks and baskets - gone. Everything you worked hard for, dutifully and with dedication, they are no longer present.
Shortly before midnight falls, there is a loud rasping noise, a distant and haunting howl. It is the sound of the damned, echoing across the plains and beyond, shifting, searching for something to quench the hunger that lingers, the need to fill what can never be filled.
They come in an army of many shapes. Spiders, lizards, what may have been a cat or a dog or a rat, deformed and white washed with a painted mask on their face, grotesque and skull like; some have their mouths open with a black void with in, some grinning and toothy like, mocking and jeering. Their eyes are as red as fire, piercing and heavy with nothing but the intent to feed.
Hollows, it's an army, so many that you cannot count them or take them on all alone.
They march and scamper, spreading like locusts all over the land, some quick, some slow, some sluggish, some jittery, searching for souls to eat - and when they find you?
They will not let you go.
Ah, but windows of houses are being thrown open, furniture and crockery being thrown out. Because the hollows came with friends.
Friends who are searching houses, tearing things down, looking for something to eat. There is a wet sound of something being eaten, coupled with shrieks of glee and long hums of satisfaction.
There is a beautiful woman, bent over a lump of the ground that resembles fruit gone bad and she's eating it like it's freshly picked from the orchard. There is a chubby child running down the street, searching for something and crying. There is a limping dog, whining at the injury and seemingly running away from one of the hollows. There is an old man, a screaming-in-terror hoard of children, wide eyes, afraid -
Are they?
They are cowering. They need your help.
Do they?
Because there, in the streets and on the roofs of houses, there are ... people. They almost look like people from a distance, dark skinned, cat like gold eyes, partially hidden by the shadows of the trees overcasting their perching stands.
And if you can catch a glimpse at the right angle, you might see a flash of long and sharp claws. You may catch a glimpse of sharp teeth ...
If you are not careful ...
They might just ... surprise you. ]
Status: OPEN, VERY VERY OPEN
Style: Anything; Action - Comment spamming okay; Multiple threads okay
Where: Hisato EDIT: Raisato also allowed here, just put in the subject line that you're in Raisato
When: Shortly before midnight; Week 2, Day 2 - Second Wave (Yoma/Rakshasa/Hollows)
Rating: R for violence
[It's already a mess, food stores gone and reduced to nothing but ruins, empty pots and sacks and baskets - gone. Everything you worked hard for, dutifully and with dedication, they are no longer present.
Shortly before midnight falls, there is a loud rasping noise, a distant and haunting howl. It is the sound of the damned, echoing across the plains and beyond, shifting, searching for something to quench the hunger that lingers, the need to fill what can never be filled.
They come in an army of many shapes. Spiders, lizards, what may have been a cat or a dog or a rat, deformed and white washed with a painted mask on their face, grotesque and skull like; some have their mouths open with a black void with in, some grinning and toothy like, mocking and jeering. Their eyes are as red as fire, piercing and heavy with nothing but the intent to feed.
Hollows, it's an army, so many that you cannot count them or take them on all alone.
They march and scamper, spreading like locusts all over the land, some quick, some slow, some sluggish, some jittery, searching for souls to eat - and when they find you?
They will not let you go.
Ah, but windows of houses are being thrown open, furniture and crockery being thrown out. Because the hollows came with friends.
Friends who are searching houses, tearing things down, looking for something to eat. There is a wet sound of something being eaten, coupled with shrieks of glee and long hums of satisfaction.
There is a beautiful woman, bent over a lump of the ground that resembles fruit gone bad and she's eating it like it's freshly picked from the orchard. There is a chubby child running down the street, searching for something and crying. There is a limping dog, whining at the injury and seemingly running away from one of the hollows. There is an old man, a screaming-in-terror hoard of children, wide eyes, afraid -
Are they?
They are cowering. They need your help.
Do they?
Because there, in the streets and on the roofs of houses, there are ... people. They almost look like people from a distance, dark skinned, cat like gold eyes, partially hidden by the shadows of the trees overcasting their perching stands.
And if you can catch a glimpse at the right angle, you might see a flash of long and sharp claws. You may catch a glimpse of sharp teeth ...
If you are not careful ...
They might just ... surprise you. ]