I see the bad moon rising / I see trouble on the way

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: There are these crazy masks everywhere, you see. And does the moon look strange to you?
When: The 23rd through the 30th. (If you want to backdate a thread in here to the 22nd for some reason, feel free. A separate log for the day of Halloween will go up at a later date!)
Where: Everywhere!
Summary: Things are starting to get a

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[companyf]

[Relax? She can't relax, not when it hurts like this, not when it burns this badly. She reaches out, trying weakly to grab a hold of his hand before he withdraws completely. She has to stop him, make him stop... whatever he's doing. But all she can manage is a light grasp, her nails scraping along his wrist, when a sudden flash of light crosses her vision.

...There's an earthquake... the world, everything, everyone trembling... the sky is dark, with an enormous face looming above the earth. People are screaming, running in fear, but they can't- they can't- no one's escaping-

we're all going to die

With a strangled scream, she lets go and slumps back against the ground in a heap, shaking in terror and whatever fever he'd given her. Wrong... everything's wrong. She's going to die, and then everyone else will, and there's nothing they can do-]

[skulljokelol]

[The mask of the dreamer is a pleasant one. Brook hasn't felt so well-rested in a long while. Too bad it's night by the time he stirs enough to get it off, walking out of the Seventh Heaven with a yawn and a stretch.]

Yohohoho.... what a nap that was! I feel fit as a fiddle. [Having misses most of the day, it's a surprise to see just what size that moon has taken. It makes him shiver.] Hello again, Moon-san. We really should stop meeting like this.

[skulljokelol]

[Maybe if the entire village hadn't suddenly taken to dressing oddly or wearing all sorts of masks, Brook would have taken more warning from that sight. But as it is, all it gives him is a moment's pause before he raises a hand in a brief wave, as he turns to be on his way.]

Good evening!

[He wonders how late it is out, as he continues at a leisurely pace, his back turned and twirling the cane a little. He chuckles to himself.] Look at me: dwaddling. I really should hurry back.

[skulljokelol]

[NINJA.

Brook really wouldn't know - he can't see who's behind that mask after all, and his memories of Law are fuzzy - a blend of their brief encounters here and what he knows from home.

Not that that matters. Brook can be pretty fast himself, you see - his body is so light. One minute he's walking....

And the next he's several steps ahead, sword drawn.]

I think that perhaps you are confused there.

[skulljokelol]

[You might want to tell him that. Having unlocked the power of his soul in these past two years, there's a lot of punishment he can take these days.]

Stolen? Vessel-?

[And yes, he does feel that tingle. Brook quickly turns, sword out and slashing through-

Through open air?]

[skulljokelol]

[It never does good to leap when you don't know where you're going. Especially if you don't know what's really there. Those voices... once upon a time he might have accepted it for his madness, but the timing is too coincidental, and he's a different man. He knows it's you, whoever you are.

And he does not appreciate being played with. Especially like this.]

This is going to be a serious matter, then?

[There is a calm in his voice now, and his grip tightens on his sword. The air around him is becoming colder; the sword itself is like ice.

When the ground opens up, at least he's light. He can't see, but the higher he goes, that will change, so straight up in the air it is.

He's still not sure that the masked man is talking about, but given what he's tried to pull here, it's not going to be hard to get him on the right track.]

[skulljokelol]

[He's hardly helpless like this - he could always leave his body, and attack the man with his soul. But that might be better as a last resort.

If his body is destroyed, it's no matter. He can put it back together again. He has no fear of that.

But his afro....

He'll stay.]

Yohohoho... Well I must say. I am a pirate, after all.

[He won't leave his body, no, but he's not above letting his aura seep a little further from his bones until he's faintly glowing. The air inside the room will get steadily colder, and colder, all from the energy of his soul.]

[skulljokelol]

[He'll keep it up anyways, as a safe-guard. And to pretend that it's the cold that makes his limbs tremble - not fear.

-ghosts and zombies and spirits and mummies and bumps in the night and he should be scared but it's still scary no matter how you look at it-

But he's a skeleton. He's a revived man. He won't show his fear, no matter how much those glowing eyes unsettle him.]

You can't take it back from me.