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[shinigamiphile]

[Hello, Luceti. How are you all doing this fine winter day? Good? Good. That's great. Unfortunately, there's a rather odd new feather here who would like disagree with you! At least, it might be a new feather. All in all, it's hard to tell. Why is that? Oh, I don't know...]

[It could be that it looks like there's a pair of new feather pants walking

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[lost_pig_boy]

[So here we have Ryoga. Who arrive in the town about a week ago. Of course he hardly ever stayed there before wandering out aimlessly.

However, upon the encounter of walking pants and well...a floating mask. One would have the reaction you would expect from anyone.]

P-pants? ...and a mask? [You don't get a proper greeting.]

[shinigamiphile]

[Ryoga, the mask, it turns! It's staring at you. Intensely. Or, at least... as intensely as a mask can stare.]

[But suddenly, there's a voice! He sounds... displeased. And you would be too if you were dumped half-naked in the freezing cold.]

What sort of cruel hallucination must you be, to stare at a man in half-dress in such weather and not even offer a warm greeting...

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[lost_pig_boy]

[Wait a second. Did that thing just talk to him?]

[lost_pig_boy]

I-it's a g-g-g-g-ghost?! [Oh for the love of-, please don't be like the ghost cat.]

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[erythrophilia]

[Grell has been recovering from being dropped out of the sky, and is leaning out the window of his room when he sees....wtfever that is. There is no way Grell can leave that thing alone.

...But leaving the flat means giving away the fact that the ankle isn't really sprained and losing the sympathy of those so worried about him. HMMMMM.

But it's a floating mask. Come on that just begs to be bothered. Alright, jumping out of the window and landing rather well, then following after.]

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[shinigamiphile]

[The mask doesn't seem to notice being followed just yet, just continuing along in the cold, doo dee doo...]

[And then it sneezed.]

[The mask just sneezed.]

[...]

[And then it continues, the pants picking up the pace and walking just a bit faster, in search of someplace warm.]

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[erythrophilia]

[What the bloody hell is that thing.

Following faster, moving as quickly as possible to catch up.]

You there! What are you?

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[shinigamiphile]

[The mask turns and stops it's movement. As do the pants. And now that they aren't moving, it's probably much easier to tell they're shivering.]

F-Freezing, is what I am. I would th-think my appearance would have made that q-q-quite clear!

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[purpledemoneyes]

[Somewhere in the safer corners of Luceti, Tsuzuki is minding his own business. He's just finishing up a batch of creatively shaped cookies, when a premonition strikes him.]

[He gets goosebumps. Frowning, he reaches up to rub his neck to get rid of them. It must be his imagination.]

[shinigamiphile]

[Can you feel him, Tsuzuki?]

[He'll find you. He always finds you. Eheheheh...]

[purpledemoneyes]

[There's a breeze coming from the window! That must be why a chill ran down his back.]

[Tsuzuki goes to close it, but decides to peek out instead. And he could have sworn he saw a silver mask floating in the air, in the distance.]

....

[Luceti must have ruined his mind. Now he's hallucinating.]

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[shinigamiphile]

[Tsuzuki.]

[Tsuzuki.]

[That hallucination is turning. It's looking over at the window. It's looking over at you.]

[doubleppk]

[A floating silver mask? Fujiko, not being of totally sound mind and rationale when it comes to OBVIOUS traps and curses just to get something of minimal value at best will try to tackle it. And steal it. SHINY THING GET!]

[shinigamiphile]

[Walking along, minding his own business, when suddenl- nsahgdfjhde...!!]

[He was under attack! His mask!]

[With one invisible hand clamped tightly over his mask to keep it on his face, his other shoots out in an attempt to hold the woman off of him.]

[Both limbs are invisible, of course, so this is probably really weird looking from a distance.]

[doubleppk]

EEK! [Flails and writhes midair, trying to get what she can only assume are invisible tentacles off of her.] PUT ME DOWN MASK!

[shinigamiphile]

[Put her down? But she attacked him! ...er, sort of. Sorry, Miss, but he'll just be rolling her to the side and clamoring to his feet.]

I beg your pardon, but I believe you were the one in the midst of assaulting me...

[shinigamiphile]

[Celty. The Alien is approaching you. The pants are walking closer and that mask, that mask, is staring straight at you.]

[Of course, in actuality he's just walking over to ask for directions, really!]

[shinigamiphile]

[The Count isn't sure about that helmet of hers, but hey, he's no stranger to dressing up in strange costumes.]

At last, I have found someone! Perhaps you might be able to assist me...