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Event Six.
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Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun. | |
Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
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Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun. | |
Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting.
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[ dextera’s purification will, at least temporarily, soothe the beast.
he learned this after trying to purify one of the werewolves from outside the town for information—rather than dying, under a gentle enough touch, he could change it back. it makes sense, he supposes. lycanthropy is supposed to be a condition, a twisting of the body and mind, not unlike a baroque in the first place.
so, even without a fully-formed sense of self preservation, dextera defends himself from the people in the town. if he’s attacked, then that blast of light he throws off will hurt, but he’s learning to control it so that it isn’t dangerous.
his hands glow blindingly bright under the unwavering moon, illuminating an expression practically begging for peace. his mouth doesn’t move, but he signs his meaning cautiously. ]
I can help.
[ dextera does not want to get bitten, but that doesn’t stop him from doing stupid things that put him in danger. he realizes right away that the primary motivation for the werewolves among his friends is hunger—and so the way he’s decided to protect himself is by in fact putting himself in the line of danger.
he’s “armed,” as much as anyone could call this armed, with a supply of bones and raw meat. it’s not that he enjoys going out into the woods to kill deer, but they have color and flavor, and he’s not actually incompetent at keeping himself safe. plus, it doesn’t hurt for him to eat a few hearts, so it’s really a win/win situation.
feel free to catch him either covered in (now-colorless) animal blood or with a still beating heart in his hand, otherwise, whether he knows your character or not, he’s going to be out late at night trying to keep the werewolves fed. ]
[ near the end of the week, when too many people have turned and paranoia rattles through the town like a disease of its own, dextera is going to be staying inside, huddled up with all five of the chickens to protect them from the hungry beasts. it’s a feathery, clucky mess, but it’s preferable to waking up to find that the coop has been raided by someone.
whether you’re a roommate, a friend, or a werewolf that knows how to use doors and stuff, dextera has nearly gone out of his mind with terror. be gentle. ]
( dextera is not going to be bitten this event, but as it says above, he can help calm the wolves down for anyone who’d like to play with that! alternatively, i am also extremely down to do near-bites, and also anything you throw at me! go forth!! )
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i - i'm here
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II (I tag into this, a hundred years late....)
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[ Noctis' objective is clear: he's here to defend the Town from the werewolves that seem to be gunning for it and the people residing within -- he's not here to soothe the beast, only to repel them from stepping foot into the place or to sink their teeth into any of the people he cares for.
Werewolves used to be people and so were daemons -- in this aspect there is very little different, and as the light of the full moon hangs in the inky black sky, Noctis is on the hunt for the wolves, stiffening at the sound of a bestial, guttural growl not too far away. ]
ii. what the heck
[ So the people are being turned -- those who have been bitten are exhibiting signs of it, transforming partially into werewolves, and oh, Six, is that someone he knows?
Noctis approaches carefully. ]
Hey...
iii. into the woods - SPITFIRE STICKWEED
[ Maybe it's the Town, maybe it's something else, but he can't shake the idea that this is what he's supposed to do, to source for the spitfire stickweed if he wants his loved ones and friends to stand a chance against this disease.
He can be found gathering these things up carefully within the forest and it's obvious he's been here awhile, cursing softly when one of them spits fire.
But when he hears the softest of rustling, he freezes, Ultima flaring to life in his hand. ]
iv. network
i need to find someone who's got screaming fieldcress. which one of you has it?
v. complicated
[ So things are getting complicated -- his friends are becoming werewolves like a lot of people in the village, some of them partially formed, it seems, but others have gone through a fuller transformation, which makes things tricky.
But he has to protect them by however means necessary until a cure can be made, and Noctis grimaces as he approaches one that seems to have been only recently formed. He's paranoid, on edge and testy, anxious and eager to do something, anything, but he fights down the powerful urge to settle things the hard way -- these are his friends, his fellow townspeople, right? ]
Hey. Can you still understand me?
vi. wildcard
[ hit me up with anything! ]
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iv (three days into the event) - #03B2F7
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[Keith is out in full Blade of Marmora getup, only the faint violet glow of his suit really announces his presence. He's on wolf patrol, because he took that warning pretty seriously. Protect the town? He's on it. And honestly, there seems to be some good reason to be on guard. The moon, the howling. Keith may not have a gun or silver bullets, but he can try to help at least. He can try to keep this thing out of the town.
If he catches sight of someone else out, he'll make his way over,]
...have you seen anything? So far nothing's come out of the forest...
[ Option 2 - I'm on the Hunt I'm After YOu ]
[Or it's possible you might catch him a night or two later, mid-battle, once he's actually sighted one of these wolves. A blur of violet light as his sword glows and swings. He's fast. But not fast enough.
He could probably use some help.]
[ Option 3 - Smell Like I Sound I'm Lost in a Crowd ]
[Sun's come up, and Keith is making his way back home. Only problem is, he's leaving a small trail of blood behind him. He might have a gash in one leg, one that is still actively bleeding and in the shape of teethmarks. It's fine. He's fine. For now.]
[ Option 4 - And I'm Hungry Like the Wolf ]
[Keith has, well, realized the way this bite will affect him. And he's done. He's making his way down and along the roads in the city towards the forest. It's almost sundown. And Keith isn't risking hurting anyone... anyone else.
The forest is now home. Anyone who follows will get to see him transform. Too bad it's not very majestic. He looks like a discount halloween costume. Wolf ears. Tail. Hands downright pawlike and fluffy. Same for his feet. A mouth full of pointier than usual teeth. And that's full on it. He looks ridiculous.
And anyone who even comes close will be met with,] ...stay back! It's not safe.
[ CLOSED TO HUNK ]
[First moonrise after his bite, and Keith is... not having a good time. The commotion starts in his bedroom and will be audible throughout the house, as he knocks over a table in his surprise, falling back.
Something is happening and it is not pleasant. A startled yelp of sound and he winds up stumbling against the door. He scrambles out of his room and into the hallway, wide-eyed.] ...Hunk??
[Are you here, Hunk?]
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['Protect the town'.
Those three words were enough to set Estelle into business mode, especially after the fighting with that monster earlier this month. She's quick to join the various people patrolling the town, eyes peeled for any possible danger-- and when night falls, that danger become obvious in the form of growling, bestial creatures looming at the forest's edge.
Estelle isn't yet aware of the possible danger that first night, but she's surprisingly lucky. She was used to fighting monsters, used to dodging fangs and claws. Their avoidance of fire stands out to her after a few orbal arts, and she starts to carry a makeshift torch during that first night just in case. During the daylight hours of the next day, she makes a point to to start piling up scrap wood at specific points throughout the town, near the places the forest's edge comes close to houses. Makeshift fireposts ready for the next night, apparently.]
II. Luck runs out
[Maybe she's a bit tired from all the work of the day and so little sleep the night before, maybe she just got complacent-- but at some point in a fight with one of the werewolves the second night, Estelle's separated from anyone she's fighting alongside to chase a runaway that's darting further into town. It's unfortunate, because when it darts around a corner-- well.
She'd thought she would have had it cornered, but she might have misjudged herself. The thing manages to pin her with a rapid lunge, and while she sends it flying with a sharp kick, it snarls and grabs at her leg with sharp teeth before it's sent flying. She hisses sharply but pushes herself to her feet with her staff, not letting her focus waver until the creature in front of her is taken care of.]
III. Totally fine. Really!
[Estelle feels mostly fine, if sore, the next day. A quick water art later and her leg is well on it's way to almost healed, so nothing to worry about, right? She felt fine.
At least until nightfall, anyway. One second she's grabbing her staff to head outside and help out with patrols, the next she's doubling over in pain in the yard of the house, curling into a little ball with a whine as she grips her head.
....An oddly canine whine. That sure is a big, brown, fluffy tail sticking out. And her arms sure do look awfully hairy-- are those furry ears sticking out beside her pigtails?]
IV. Whoops
[Estelle tries her best, she really does. She locks herself in her room at night for the first day or two, apologetic and doing her best to maintain some self-control. She's temperamental at the best of times, quick to anger when her buttons are pushed, but now... well, she wanted to break someone's face for any little thing... or nothing at all.
It's probably for the better she's hiding away from everyone, especially since the chickens look delicious in the most disturbing and decidedly uncooked way to her right now.
She's so lonely like this, though. She'll lean against her bedroom door, unable to resist the temptation, and--]
Hey.... anyone there?
V. Running wild
[After a disaster or two at the house, Estelle ends up fleeing into the forest one night, furry legs taking her far, far into the woods where she (hopefully) won't hurt anyone.... anyone else, that is. She'll be there every night until there's a way to stop this, heavy with guilt and more than a little on edge and snippy.]
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[Maybe you were ambushed, maybe you were outnumbered or maybe you had everything under control. Either way, that werewolf coming up behind you is suddenly plastered to the ground hard enough it made a crater with as much noise as you'd expect from such an impact.
Oh, and there was a teenager in a uniform screaming something along the lines of,] Psychic Down Boy! [Right before the werewolf went down.]
Are you all right?
II: Wolf Pack (Day 2-6)
[Becoming a werewolf sucked. And it's not like Kaoru can be locked up in the basement...she'd probably get pissed off and bring the whole house down.
So she's going out into the forest instead once night hits.
And right now? She's sitting with some kind of small animal in her hands (also wow, are those claws) and she's just...staring at it. Was she drooling...? Don't mention it or she may hit you.]
...no I can't! [And she looks away but she's not throwing the poor thing away or letting it go. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO EAT IT BUT SHE KIND OF WANTS TO AS WELL??]
III: Sleep is for the weak
[Running around at night is exhausting (whether she is a werewolf or not), so she's half asleep while trying to help shore up the defenses. Which means that as she's taken down some trees near the edge of the forest to stack up into a crude sort of barricade.
But hey, remember that half asleep part? Yeah...
So she puts a new log on and then it sort of...rolls off. That wakes her up pretty quickly.]
Shit! [She's reaching out to catch it with her powers, but hey, if maybe you don't know she has powers and try to save her. Or maybe you're some poor unfortunate soul who also happens to be in the path of this rolling log...]
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Wolf Pack day 3!
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[The smart thing to do—the safe thing to do—is to spend her time deep within the woods, but it almost feels as if some unknown force is trying very, very hard to call her back to town. It's easy enough to ignore those first few nights; by the fourth night, however, the desire to return is overwhelming, and Ochako finds herself slinking around the outskirts of town alongside her, um, hairier brethren. Gross.
She breaks away from them at some point or another, and that's when you find her. Maybe she's wandering around a field near Flavo? Maybe she's trying to sneak into Ruga via an alleyway? Or maybe, just maybe, she's sniffing around the boathouses in Bluo? Who knows! She's here, and even though she isn't snarling, her cute ears and fluffy tail make it clear that she isn't entirely human. And speaking of those cute ears, they... sure are swiveling in your direction...]
Hello? Is someone there?
[Her back is still to you, but she sounds friendly enough. What are you going to do?]
ii. pack prompts (the second night until... the last night?)
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[Where her fellow werewolves at? It's nighttime, and while Ochako should be skulking around the town, she's currently crouched on all fours in the middle of this field. There is a rabbit hopping around in the distance, you see, and her tail is twitching as she watches it stop to nibble on some grass.]
Why does it look so good? [That's muttered to herself, honestly, but she chances a glance back your way before whispering—] We could split it...
[Oh my God, she's drooling. Save her.]
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[Ochako could go home to sleep during the day, but there are a few people she'd rather not see until this whole thing is over and done with? If it's ever over and done with, anyway. Whatever. The point is that it's almost dawn, and she's hunkering down against a tree as everyone else starts making their way back to town. Maybe you're afraid of going back to town, too, or maybe you're just giving her a weird look? Either way, she offers you a smile and a shrug.]
Sleeping out here isn't that bad. I even have extra blankets, if you want to borrow one?
iii. wildcard
[hello, i am elia and i like doing silly things. catch me at
the deku prompt
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the caramia and kyrie prompt
Re: the caramia and kyrie prompt
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the okuyasu prompt aka this event is made for suffering but we find ways to make it cute
when do i get to slam dunk a goose
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[ Being a creature who doesn't sleep, Crowley intended his night to consist of wordlessly flipping through the books of the library. Not with any desire to actually read the contents inside as much as he simply keeps himself doing something; it's boring, to say the very least, and he can't say that he wasn't hoping for something to happen.
There's something meant to happen at least once a month, after all, and with each night that passes he's expecting their already irregular world to shift into something sinister. So when it does there's a faint sense of delight that courses through him. Entertainment comes first, him actually defending the town is just mere convenience.
So perhaps that werewolf you were chasing down actually rounded the corner and was stopped by his blade, piercing through the creature without so much as batting an eyelash, or maybe you just happen to stumble upon the sight of Crowley fighting against one of the beasts -- either way there's no denying the glint of joy that is apparent in his gaze.
He's having fun. ]
ii. ( cw: blood )
[ And with confidence comes bad decisions. He's well aware of the fact that it's possible for him to turn into a demon, but the likelihood of that happening here seems impossibly slim, so what are the chances that he'll be affected by a werewolf bite? He assumes that he'll be fine and that's the first mistake.
He doesn't hesitate to put himself between a wolf and someone else, ensuring that they aren't torn apart by sharp fangs or bitten with the strong possibility of turning. The pain sinks in and what hiss of discomfort that manages to worm its way out of his throat is overwhelmed by the sickening howl of the beast when he so easily slams it against a nearby wall. Whimpering, the poor thing slumps to the ground. ]
Well damn. [ Nonchalant. ] I didn't startle you, did I?
[ He doesn't even fucking care that he got bit. ]
iii. ( cw: blood... he eats a rabbit )
[ The initial transformation reminds him so much of the time he was stripped away of his humanity. It burned, hurt in words he was unable to properly describe, sending his chest alight with a varying amount of sensations he had been deprived from for centuries -- it feels both familiar and not. Irritating, frustrating him, as it only reminds him of how disconnected he is to his human self.
And it doesn't help that once the transformation is over he adjusts easily.
He is at least coherent enough to know not to sink his new canines into someone in the town, so it's within the forest that he gives in to his hunger. The rabbit is easy enough to catch, the struggling within the palm of his hands dies out soon enough before his tail even so much as wags with pride and ears perked up straight. However, there's absolutely nothing cute about the way he tears into the tiny animal, tilting his head back for the final bite and allowing it to drop into his mouth before chewing.
Blood still remains peppered across his lips and is only partially being wiped off when he brings his thumb across, turning his head slightly as he notices the presence of someone else. ] What's with that face? Would you have preferred it if I ate you?
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[This had to happen mere days after they chased the bogeyman out of Bluo and back into the woods, didn't it? Only a short time allowed to recover from the mental and physical assault before something else happened to them.
The sad thing is that Nyx had appreciated the moon when it first appeared so vividly. Pulled himself out of bed to sit on a roof, wounds stinging, and stared at the night sky with a wistful longing. He never thought he'd take the sky for granted until it was gone.
But then the next night they are under attack and Nyx forces himself to move; he painstakingly rewraps his injuries and packs some extra cloth over them before equipping his armor. There's no time for dawdling when the night splits with the sounds of wolves.
So equipped, Nyx grabs Chocobob and pulls himself onto her saddle. He spurs her towards Flavo, determined to make sure the isolated cottages and wildlife don't become traps for residents to unwittingly stumble into.]
ii. Network
Calling out to my team: Gather up your gear and meet me at the church asap. We need to set up a defense line and protect the town from these beasts, and I'm worried the wild nature of our district will only help them catch us unprepared. Watch your step and make sure you don't travel alone.
iii. "Once bitten twice shy?" Not in my neighborhood!
Fuck!
[It's literally the smallest error that allows the beast to get the jump on him. While the thing is fast Nyx was trained to react faster, thus allowing him to dodge or block and counter; allows him to take down an enemy while it still thinks it has him in his clutches. But as he brings his arm up to shield pain flares across his chest and his flinch interrupts the spell long enough for the wolf's full weight to bear him to the ground.
Snarling in his face, the wolf bites through the leather fabric of his armor; powerful jaws sink deep into his arm. Nyx cusses again, sharp, and slams his free hand down over its eyes. The summoned burst of fire is hot enough to sizzle across his sleeve, and the wolf's dying shriek is ear-splitting as it jerks away from him.
Panting, Nyx scoots away from the beast as its body writhes and cradles his arm to his chest. Oh if the Glaive could see him now...]
iv. Ever been so hungry you see your friends as food?
[It's been a few days. While his injuries had been tended to since this siege began, Nyx can no longer deny that whatever infection the wolves had spread has long since taken effect on him. During the day it's better but as soon at that enchanting moon rises he's no longer...himself, it seems. Or maybe he is... maybe he's as he was always meant to be?
His stomach growls ravenously and Nyx crosses his arms tightly, watching the shadows from the edge of the forest slowly lengthen. He's going to have to leave town, soon. It's too crowded, too closed off. There's no freedom to run, to leave, to hunt. He can't stay here. Can't stand the tension as the people living here watch him suspiciously. Weak, slow people. He can no longer remember why he's here.
Nyx can feel the moon, just off the edge of the horizon. He can feel his skin crawling, itching, burning as his claws and teeth ache to lengthen and rip...tear...
Exhaling hard, Nyx expels all the breath from his body and slowly draws it back in. This is wrong, but he's losing the will to fight it with every second they lose of the day. He turns towards his company and gives you a reassuring smile, pushing every bit of confidence he has into it.]
I shouldn't stick around. Those furry assholes are gonna be here any minute and I'm not going to be any use to you guys here.
v. Choose your own adventure!
(ooc: Nyx can be found fighting in and around Flavo, though he can frequently pop up elsewhere to offer support to districts that are getting more werewolf focus. During the day he's gonna be around the town hall, planning defense and ignoring the fact that he's hurt and turning into a danger to everyone else. Sleep might happen somewhere in there. Open to all random starters.)
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[The very first night if you happen to be out, you might catch a glimpse of white high up, illuminated by the full moon.
It's very artistic, really. Very #aesthetic, if you will. There's a silhouetted figure who is making his way from rooftop to rooftop the first night, keeping a watchful eye on the ground below. The fox mask probably doesn't really make him seem super trustworthy if you aren't already aware of Yusuke, but.
If he spies anyone in trouble, any werewolves chasing after another, he'll quickly spring into action.
Ie, a huge wall of ice may or may not form between someone and an oncoming werewolf. Nbd.]
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[About two days in to the, well, the chaos something strikes Yusuke sharp and at once. He's been combing houses and books in the daytime, pouring over anything he can read about werewolves, wondering if there's anything that can be done, some cure, some--
He freezes in the middle of a house, mumbling something to himself, and later sprints toward the forest.
It's still daytime, no big deal! No wolves in the day.
There is a young man who you can find obsessively scanning the forest floor for something, if you decided to wander into the forest today. And if you get too close:]
Wait! Don't step there. I haven't finished looking in this area yet.
[????? for what]
iii. well there's got to be a cure somehow
[Yusuke's pouring over books in the daytime again... But. He's also wandering through the streets and he might stop you to ask:]
Do you know what skeletal thorn is? Or have you heard anyone speak of it?
[MAYBE??]
iv. don't let your guard down
[So Yusuke has been running on, well, jets on full fire. He's tired. To say the least.
He's been sneaking naps here and there, but his thoughts are dedicated to the problem at hand. One night he should've just taken some more rest. The paranoia and nerves he's started to feel generally are wearing at him as well, though he's certain he can push past them!
Either way. This night, he's doing a patrol in his outfit, fox mask gleaming, when a huge werewolf comes pouncing from a hidden shadowy spot.
He manages to block its snapping teeth with a knife in each hand but it's keeping his hands busy so he can't rip off his mask and call his persona... SOS??]
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[ For the most part, Maya probably doesn't look like anyone who should be fighting. But nonetheless, as soon as the wolves attack in earnest, she's holding her ground and launching a counterattack. Sadly, the Persona she has with her isn't quite equipped with the proper elemental attack, but the waves of ice freezing any advancing wolf? That seems to do the trick well enough, and for the ones that get past that, she's dual-wielding pink pistols, so it might get loud.
If you're an ally? She's calling quickly out to you-- ]
Careful, it's slippery over here!
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Well. Maya won't be trying to kill you, but she's got a few other tricks up her sleeves, so engage with caution. ]
[ II. the way is clear - two days in ]
[ She can't entirely understand where this knowledge came from, but Maya's choosing to trust it. Because whatever's happening? It doesn't look like it's going to get any better on its own, and she's absolutely terrible at sitting still. She's at least opting to take advantage of the daytime hours to go rummage in the woods, which is where you'll find her. Gun in one hand (just in case), and the other hand poking and prodding all around for something, as she mutters to herself-- ]
Okay... four hours is still a reasonable amount of time not to find anything, positive thinking...
[ III. sleep is for the weak ]
[ The week is nearly over. Which is great, maybe? Except that Maya has pulled perhaps one too many all-nighters and not taken nearly enough naps during the day. That, or something knocked her out, but considering that she's uninjured and just... propped against one of the sides of a house in Ruga, it's probably just that she fell asleep.
Still holding a pink gun, so if you're going to wake her up, please do so cautiously, because she's more than prepared to defend herself when two seconds awake and that might not end well for any parties involved. ]
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[On the second night when the town is being overrun with werewolves Sora is doing his best to fight and protect both the town and the people who live in it. The creatures are savage and they are strong and Sora has never fought anything quite like them before. But he’s not afraid! He’s fought three-headed dogs before! So, this should be a piece of cake, right?]
Raaaghh!!
[Maybe not. It’s quick and it’s sudden but the wolf that he’s currently fighting off takes a good chomp out of his arm. Sora screams in pain as blood splatters. He’s quick to use a Firaga spell to get it off of him in a swirl of burning flames. That seems to make the werewolf back off for now... It lingers nearby as it watches Sora with leery eyes. Sora clamps his hand over his wounded arm, his keyblade grasped in his other hand.
He could probably use an assist!]
[B: please note if you would like to get bitten!]
[The following night has Sora go through some odd changes. While he got his bitten arm bandaged and/or dealt with it seems that wasn’t all he had in store. When the full moon rises Sora finds himself in pain as his body changes and he raises his gaze up to the moon with deep red eyes.
His ears morph and change to sit at the top of his head. Two brown pointed ears that can hear anything move or twitch nearby. Maybe even heartbeats if he listens carefully! Fangs grow from his canine teeth and his hands change to claws. The transformation hurts but as soon as it is done Sora is on the prowl.
If he runs into you and he knows you Sora will hesitate in attacking at first. Maybe even sniff the air and come closer with a curious tilt of his head. But if he doesn’t know you he’s quick to crouch in a way that might look like he’s ready to pounce and take a good chunk out of your arm. You probably look tasty.]
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[Sora will meet other werewolves with a puppy-like bark or a howl. If hunting in a pack is the name of the game you can count on Sora to join in. He will follow any other wolves he finds and even try and wrestle and play with them should they let him.
Who said all werewolves had to be murderous all the time? Just watch those ears of yours, he might try to bite them.]
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Fuck off!
[So comes the shout from Ruga, as a large man stands in the frame of his doorway and lands a solid kick in a wolf's ribcage. He seems more irritated than frightened or angry, like he's dealing with a bunch of rats instead of a group of wolves who seem hungry for his blood.
See, this was fun at first. He enjoyed the exercise, the adrenaline rush, all of it. Super fun! But then the wolves had come the next night, and the next, and honestly, he's just tired? He wants to crawl into bed with Ling and not bother with any of this fairy tale bullshit.
But the wolves are, quite literally, at his doorstep, so what choice does he have? He's good at fighting, but they're starting to attack in twos and threes, so maybe lend him a hand?]
B; ever since we founded rome;
[It's not like he's actually looking for a cure. He'd come out to the woods in the vague hopes of finding the source of these wolves, but the moment he'd come in a thought had popped into his head.
Skeletal thorn, it had said, bold and bright and impossible to ignore, beamed into his thoughts from god only knows where.
So that's weird.
But! He'd learned his lesson from the last time he'd disobeyed this town. So Greed sighs and shoves his hands into his pockets and glances around, looking for this stupid plant. Trouble is, he's absolute shit at the outdoors, so a lot of this involves staring down incredulously at various plants. His shield is up all the way from his jawline to his toes, but other than that precaution, he doesn't seem to be all that worried about the werewolves.
Even if the howls around him are getting closer . . . but surely he won't see anyone he knows within the pack, right? Hopefully not, because the first thing to leap at him is getting a solid backhand.]
C; but there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home;
[On the one hand: definitely found the plant! Or at least, he assumes as such. It's a giant-ass thorn on a thorny vine, so like. Clearly thorns are involved, it's called skeletal thorn, he's gonna just assume it's this. He's pretty careful about picking it off the vine, because he might heal quick but he doesn't actually enjoy getting hurt, but even the most graceful people have accidents at some point or another.
There's a soft hiss of irritation, and then, a few moments later, a loud curse as he stumbles and falls flat on his ass.]
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[ Lupin's a night owl, and no stranger to the streets of Chroma at night. He's quick to notice the newcomer lurking on the fringes of the forest - in fact, he might be one of the first people to see it. But he's swift, and slick, and confident enough to come out again on the second night. He's Arsène Lupin, the peerless gentleman thief of Paris - and he's fended off vampires (and vampire hunters) before. How bad could a pack of werewolves be?
Worse than he expected, apparently. He'd intended to simply go out to assess the situation. Instead, anyone in the vicinity of Ruga will almost definitely hear a loud snarl, followed by a muffled (human) grunt and a soft explosion. Lupin's up on the crumbling awning of one of the buildings overlooking a gloomy side street; below him, a thick layer of greenish mist floats over the road. The body of a ragged, red-furred werewolf is laying motionless on the ground - but it has blood on its muzzle, and it's easy to see Lupin holding his side. ]
... Whew. That was a close one.
II. HAHA JUST KIDDING IT WAS TOO CLOSE
[ the following day, however, it becomes obvious that it was more than too close. When the sun starts to set, he walks out, which is normal enough. He's been feeling restless all day - something he's blamed on his injury from the other night. He figures a walk would do him well. But...
a. ... It does him less well when he finds himself zoning out, thinking about how hungry he is, only to come back to his senses with one of the geese captured last month in his hands. It's green and hissing and has a horrible yautja mouth full of teeth, but that seems not to bother him - at least, not enough for him to keep it away from his mouth. He's three inches away from sinking his teeth into a wriggling goose-neck - then, suddenly, he realizes what he's doing, and drops the perturbed animal with a confused yelp.
Please tell him you didn't see that.
b. ... If you have chickens, chocobos, or any other animal, you might find you have a thief on your hands as the sun sinks lower and lower! Lupin is usually really sneaky, but he's not exactly in control of all of his faculties, so he's making what he would certainly call "rookie mistakes." Feel free to catch a man in a top hat trying to make off with one of your animal companions.
c. ... When the moon finally sets and the night starts in earnest, he loses control of himself completely. The creature is only recognizable as Lupin because of the clothes it wears; his handsome features are completely removed, replaced with a bizarre approximation of a monstrous wolf's head on a man's body. His mind is so far gone that the pain of the transformation doesn't even register when it happens.
He's not a very big werewolf - not much bigger than he was as a person - but he is very fast, and clever, too. His appetite is much bigger than his frame would suggest, unfortunately. He'll be stalking Ruga for the most part, but venturing into other districts, as well, lurking in the shadows and on rooftops. ]
III. MORNING
[ the next day...... Lupin is laying on his face in the middle of the road between Ruga and Bluo, looking worse for wear. He's not moving, actually, and appears to have quite a few injuries on him, although they're mostly bruises. If you watch closely, you can see that he's breathing, but he certainly doesn't seem to be awake.
Maybe that's not a good place to take a nap. ]
IV. WILDCARD
[ After this, Lupin will be spending the week chained in his basement by choice. Feel free to come visit him!! He needs food/drink/company very badly, thank you. ]
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[…werewolves, huh. The wolves are out, and he recognizes the howling, but he's not that worried. He doesn't have anything on his person to harm the wolves but he can at least defend the town with the skills he has. Being raised and trained by the Mother Wolf might actually help him here and it's why he runs out of his house in Bluo to see who needs help.]
So I'm gonna guess this is new. What's our strategy here? [Hi. Does he know you? Oh well, time to work together anyway.]
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[Alternatively, the earth begins to rumble as something large moves through. With the wolves swarming faster and invading the town, Percy's staying out of reach and on the back of his large black dog. Roughly the size of a tank and intimidating-looking, Mrs. O'Leary snarls at the wolves and the wolves snarl back. It's the makings of a dogfight and Percy tugs on her collar, directing the dog in another direction.]
There! [And Mrs. O'Leary runs, knocking a wolf out of the way that's made its way forward to sneak up on someone. Is it you? He peers down from his perch.]
You alright? [Did you get bit?]
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[About three days into the event, Percy's found in the woods. It's hard not to remember the very clear vision in his head. A cure needs to be made and he's not sure how to go about it, but he knows the materials needed. It's why he approaches you (yes, even you) if you're lurking the edge of the woods.]
What do you know about skeletal thorn? Anything?
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[In between all of this, Percy realizes this all happens as the moon comes up and finds that there's a bit of reprieve in the daytime to plan. It's why he and Mrs. O'Leary are on patrol as the sun begins to set and why he spots someone familiar ahead of him.]
Maya! [She might not be able to see him from behind Mrs. O'Leary's head, but at least the voice is there?]
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He'll have to find the Goldenthorn and the Stickweed in the woods, no doubt. And he knows it's best not to go alone. But he's not sure how wise it is to go with anyone else if the influence of the wolfishness increases. Especially when it's clear from the notes that he'll need something else as well. But he'll start looking and put up a post on the network asking for:
I have a lead on the cure for this unfortunate werewolf problem. I found a page detailing two herbs that make up part of the cure. There's notes missing, however. If anyone's found that piece, we should talk.
Either way, I need to find the herbs, if anyone has any clues or would be willing to look with me, I'd much appreciate the assistance.
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[That's Eliot! When the werewolves are first beginning to appear, Eliot is quick to determine that he's helpless against them. If the fact he was starving was not already a problem, there's the fact he's usually slow anyway and has no stomach for violence. Even in self defense.
So, like the useless person he is, Eliot's first instinct is to hide. He knows he should head back to his house and lock the doors, but the problem is... you know. Getting there. You can probably find him cowering in various locations as he tries to dash back.]
B. On the hunt for SPITFIRE STICKWEED
[When the thought enters his head at the end of Day One, Eliot acts on it immediately. Not intelligently, but immediately. He leaves his house without a second thought and heads straight towards the woods. To anyone he passes along the way, he stops to question them.]
Excuse me? Can you direct me to the woods? [At least it's day time?]
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[As time goes on, Eliot eventually determines that he cannot handle all of this stress and fear. He flips his pocketwatch and takes on his less pleasant personality. Even though he's been working towards a cure, a disgusting thought is haunting him. One he dares to mutter under his breath to a passerby.]
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[What brings Summer out of her living arrangements and into the fray on a night like this isn't actually the mandate to protect the town; no, it's the somewhat more self-serving personal mandate to make sure that the community garden doesn't get destroyed in the fray, because, well. People use that to eat, herself strongly included.
The problem is, she's not exactly one for precision or, y'know, aiming when in combat, and using her usual tactics in such close proximity to the garden stands a good chance of actually destroying the thing outright herself, which somewhat limits her options of how to deal with impending wolves. Fortunately, there's always hammerspace, which when used creatively is a fairly versatile weapon in its own right —
Except that, y'know. What goes in must eventually come out. But oh, well. She'll worry about that come daylight.
Actually, no. Secondary problem. And that problem is, there's only one door between this world and her hammerspace, and once she's got one wolf inside, the prospect of opening up that same door to shove another one in just got a whole hell of a lot more dangerous.
And that's actually how you might spot her, zipping around in her cloak of shadows with her bright red hair like a beacon in the moonlight, hoping to lead a wolf away from the garden and back toward the woods while she does some very fast thinking — and a whole lot of cursing under her breath.]
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[Unfortunately, all this expenditure of magical ability is not without its costs. It's one thing to play music for a few hours at a small-town dance; it's another thing to have herself armed with flight spells and fireballs, opening and closing doors into hammerspace left and right, and to maintain that heightened state of combat awareness for hours and hours into the evening. Magical batteries, after all, only hold so much of a charge. It's only natural that something's got to give.
Unfortunately, it happens to give while she's hovering in midair. One second she's aloft, and the next second she's plummeting like a rock toward the ground.]
Shit — !
[Whoops. Someone might want to catch her, or that impact's going to be rough.]
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[As the days wear on and on, Summer keeps finding herself inexorably tugged toward the woods, and she can't explain why. It's not like her to feel so compelled to hurl herself into what she knows is Wolf Country, and therefore certain peril, but there's something about it that keeps her going back — the certainty that there's something out there she needs to find, even if she doesn't know what it is.
Day after day, she winds up out there, ink-black cloak dragging along the ground behind her as she wanders in a vain attempt to alleviate the feeling that there's something she's not doing, something that she's supposed to be doing; she hates nature and she hates the woods and she'd clearly rather be anywhere else than out here where she knows the wolves are, and yet here she is.
And she's not exactly being quiet about it, either. It's almost like she's trying to keep herself company by talking aloud to herself, making noise as she trudges around on her latest search.]
Miss Red Cloak smiles, one eyelid flickers; she whips a pistol from her knickers. She aims it at the creature's head, and bang bang bang, she shoots him dead —
[...Someone's having a great time, evidently.]
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[ The first night is a bit touch and go, but it gives them some idea of what to expect going forward, at least - and that, naturally, means an equipment check is in order once there's some daylight and things are calm enough.
Joshua's seated outside the Bluobros house. He could do this inside, but as long as there are wolves on the loose he doesn't want to take a chance with the chickens, regardless of daylight seeming to be safe enough. Pancake won't stop pecking at his pockets, as if looking for some kind of treat. Muffin seems to be taking the more direct route and just trying to get at everything he's working with, but his patience remains unshakable every time he has to steer her beak away from something.
He starts with his orbment. Since fire's the way to go, he might as well optimize for it - so he's swapping in every fire quartz he has, making sure they're in the same line, and generally doing things that are actually Strategic and Important despite looking like he's just putting marbles in a weird mechanical doohickey. It's not magic, it's science!
Once that's done, he can be found taking stock of his supply of...yeah, those are definitely some kind of smoke or gas grenades, if you know your incendiary devices, ninja skills, or general shady trivia well enough to recognize them. As he gently redirects Muffin's attention to safer places yet again, he says to himself - ]
I really need to figure out if I've got the materials to make more of these.
ii. later in the week, night: bark at the moon
[ After getting bit in the most embarrassing way possible (just don't even ask him, and especially don't ask his girlfriend), Joshua of course is electing to do the Responsible thing and keep away from other people as much as possible. The fact that he's naturally calm and slow to anger is in his favor here.
The fact that his mental defenses are about as strong as a wet tissue is definitely not.
In his more lucid moments, he's scaled one of the buildings as far from where people are actually living as possible, and he's chilling on the roof, trying to find his zen. If your timing is good, you may even hear the sound of a harmonica.
He's lucky his hands didn't turn to paws, huh. ]
iii. wildcard?
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[The moon on that first night is strange, to be sure, but there is plenty about this place that is strange. And at first nothing actively goes wrong. So while Ryouma is aware of the oddity, he doesn't think too much of it. Maybe full moons in this town are just particularly full. And close. And weird.
But then that second night falls and with it come the howls. Again, not too strange, but it's unsettling enough that he heads outside, swords at his hip and revolver in his hand, though it remains unloaded.
Until he gets close enough to the edge of the town to see...creatures. Yeah, that's going to be a problem.
He's fought enough rasetsu in the past to know that you can't reason with something that has a one-track mind and he doesn't like how those wolves - are they really wolves, though? - look.]
If only I could talk to 'em.
[Should you get close enough to him, though, he'll notice you're presence.]
Ah, but if wishes were horses.
[Glancing up every now and then to keep track of the wolves' movements, Ryouma begins pressing bullets into the wheel of his revolver. He's remarkably calm, all things considered.]
If ya can't fight, ya should find somewhere safe. This could get nasty.
[ooc: This option is the most likely for witnessing rasetsu!Ryouma, so hit it up if you want a surprise! (Rasetsu are his canon's versions of superhuman/vampire/things)]
ii. 32yo male, seeking forest floor-dwelling vine (starting day 2)
[Ryouma wouldn't call himself particularly well-versed in the world of vegetation, but somehow he just knows that he needs to find tangle hops in order to help this town-wide crisis. Even if it means venturing into the forest, which Tonbokiri had earlier warned him against. Okay. Listen. High risk, high reward.
Besides, it's daytime so at least he shouldn't have to worry about the wolves. The other forest inhabitants might be a problem, but he'll deal with that when he needs to.
Meanwhile, he can be found hunched over the ground, looking intently for this very important plant. There's a lot of foliage and forest debris on the ground, though, so he has to brush aside much of it. But when he finds what he's looking for, he unsheathes his wakizashi and tries his best to cut some of the vines free, carefully stuffing them into a coat pocket.
However, if he's not careful, or he doesn't look closely enough, or just steps a certain way, his steps are interrupted by that damned plant trying to trip him. Well. It is tangle hops, after all.]
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I've collected some tangle hops and can keep going back for more if we need them. I've got a hunch that they go really well with grumpy snowdrops, too. It sounds like a date! Let's make some plants happy.
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[Want Ryouma for some other recklessness? Hit him up! Want to plot something out in more detail? Bother me over at
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[It didn't make any sense to Gladion. Creatures that could transform a human with just a bite. Breaking skin, causing something akin to an infection that was only active when the moon was high in the sky. It was like something out of an attempt at a frightening fire-side story, a tale to tell young children to both startle and teach the importance of some half assed lesson.
Where he was from kids seemed too smart to be tricked by such a thing. Tell them to be wary of tall grass if they didn't have their own Pokemon for protection and they'll listen. Try to weave it in to a poorly told story that made no sense and you'll be scoffed at and ignored.
Yet this story was very much real. A child's nonsensical nightmare come to life. Real rabid creatures striking at night, turning those who suffered their bite to their side.
Were Gladion weaker of constitution he might have admitted just how terrifying this was to someone who had grown up around creatures both wild and tame who had no such power and no such ferocity.
He held very little close to his heart in Chroma. The only person he could even remotely consider an acquaintance was Mahmut, and he was unlikely to put himself in danger deliberately.
Gladion had no reason to do so either, but he also knew he was someone who could offer aid in quelling the creatures that were invading with his Pokemon team. It wasn't something he jumped in to right away. The first night he simply stayed inside, trying to ignore the terrifying sounds coming from outside.
Nightmares indeed...
Maybe it was the sounds, maybe it some faint sense of guilt from letting it go on without even trying to lend a hand to those who were doing everything they could to defend the small town... it wasn't something he lingered on. Come the next night as the moon peeked over the horizon, Gladion simply geared up with potions, pokeballs, and a huge swallowing of pride.
He certainly won't be joining any teams, but don't be surprised if this weird blond kid with the emo clothes pops up with equally strange creatures to help beat back some nasty werewolves.]
ii. later in the week, between flavo and ruga
[Maybe some part of him does care about this place, as much as anyone can care about a temporary home they were kidnapped to. He's not heartless, after all, and even he would be remiss to let someone die if he had any say in it. But the situation is a mess to say the least. There was no way of knowing at this point how many were turned, and he had heard in his travels that there was talk of a cure but there had been very little updates about it.
The wolves just kept coming. Night after night their howls tore through the town and they came in droves. For every one they chased off or defeated it felt like five more came to take their place.
Gladion's team were taking their lumps from it all the while. He was down to the last of his potions, and his weaker ones at that. Crobat and Venasaur had been down for the count since yesterday and without a PokeCenter around to heal them their recover was slow at best. He had also been hit a few times, though thankfully not grazed with any teeth. He was bruised and sore, but still so damned stubborn.
There were two bearing down on him, Sivally and Zororak right now. Sivally had been handling the situation the best so far, and while Zoroark was also still going he was beginning to get winded, panting and holding a paw over a wounded arm. Lucario was still in a Pokeball, though the longer the fight went on the more Gladion could feel it shaking in his pack.
Some part of him knew it was foolish to keep going like this, but he knew if he ran the wolves would just hunt someone else down.]
S... Sivally, use X-Scissor!
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