[ START PANICKING - THE HALLOWEEN MURDERFEST. ]

[tsundelta]

Who: gargleblasted
What: HALLOWEEN BALL UNTIL SOMETHING GOES DREADFULLY WRONG AKA THAT PLOT.
When: Halloween.
Where: A fancy mansion converted for the use of parties.
Warnings: It's a murderfest, albeit a fake one. You can expect some trauma.

[ Your invitation leads you to an extravagant ballroom, looking as if it's been converted from the makes of a mansion

Comments

[Second Break]

[tsundelta]

[ Even an idiot can pick up on a pattern. Continue to spectate, speculate, and try to escape. It seems these deaths are hourlies. ]

Re: [Second Break]

[be_my_servant]

[This was getting ridiculous. One murder, while ruining the festivities, made things interesting. Two was still interesting, but agitating.]

[Why weren't more people attempting to escape, if there were going to hourly killings? Remilia recieved her answer when she struck the front door as hard as her vampiric strength would permit her; sharp pain shot through her, and the door remained unmarked.]

[To put up a ward that strong was quite an accomplishment... someone certainly wanted to keep them inside.]

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[sapphirearrow]

Remilia-san?

[That was A VERY LOUD BANG COMING FROM WHERE REMILIA IS but she appears to still be standing.]

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[be_my_servant]

[She turns her attention to Karen, letting out a hissing breath of pain and shaking out her hand.]

Before you ask what I was doing, I was testing how 'locked in' we all are.

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[sapphirearrow]

[Ignoring the comment, instead catching and inspecting the hand.]

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[be_my_servant]

[The fact that Remilia doesn't immediately snatch away her hand is proof Karen's slowly climbing the trust ladder.]

I'm fine. [Really, she was; any skin breaks or bruising from the blow had already healed, and Remilia could feel pain fading from her bones.]

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[sapphirearrow]

[Level up?]

[It takes another moment before she's satisfied.] There wasn't any need to do that. We've already checked thoroughly.

Re: [Second Break]

[be_my_servant]

[Not quite.]

[She takes her hand back, in that case.] I wanted to see whether it could withstand one of my blows. [She glances at the door.]

Re: [Second Break]

[sapphirearrow]

[Aww.]

Apparently so.

...is something wrong? Besides the obvious.

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[be_my_servant]

No. Merely the obvious. [Remilia flexes her hand a few times to be sure that it's fully healed.]

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[sapphirearrow]

Ah, perhaps... [reaching into... inventory? It seems like Remilia might be in need of some comfort food, so to speak.]

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[be_my_servant]

Perhaps...? Ah, yes. I am a little hungry. Blood has been in the air for almost two hours now.

1/2

[sapphirearrow]

[The packet is retrieved from wherever, and Karen gets to work on opening it up. She's very careful. She's also very experienced at this.]

2/2

[sapphirearrow]

[She's startled by a loud noise, probably some guest or other expressing frustration.]

1/2

[be_my_servant]

[One moment, Remilia's working the last twing of pain out of her arm, and the next, her meal's spilled all over her dress.]

[What. a. waste.]

2/2

[be_my_servant]

[Start backpedalling, Karen, or say you've brought two.]