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Entry tags:
- !event,
- attack on titan: armin arlert,
- danganronpa v3: kaito momota,
- day 1: general,
- fatal frame iv: ruka minazuki,
- fate/: bb,
- fate/: charlemagne,
- fate/: merlin,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- ffxiv: tsubaki aoganei,
- metallic rouge: alice & ace machias,
- original: calia,
- original: nao mizushita,
- persona 3: minato arisato,
- persona 3: shinjiro aragaki,
- shadows house: kate,
- slay the princess: the princess
[DAY 1-]
The night drags on.
The moon, full and bright, illuminates the world below as demons rise in indulgence of the hunt. All those who are not securely tucked away become prey, whose blood runs freely down the streets, whose screams fill the air in symphony, whose lives are snuffed out one by one as the night grows darker- but not quieter, no. Towards the far west, wind picks up in a deafening howl that tears through the forest violently enough to uproot trees, followed by a thunderous explosion atop the wall that sends large chunks of rock crashing down on parts of the immobile train, creating shockwaves felt all the way into town. Dark clouds gather overhead, smothering the moon and unleashing a downpour that continues unrelentingly until dawn, when the paltry sunlight behind the clouds is only enough to see that the rain that falls is in fact blood, thick and warm, coating the rooftops and the streets. Rivulets trickle towards the east, where they spill over the edges of the world and into the cavernous abyss of a mouth below.
Those who sleep will dream. They dream of being flat on their back, lying on hard metal, a warm breeze caressing their cheek, the faint scent of cherry blossom in the air. They dream of their bodies feeling like lead, heavy and unable to move, hardly able to breathe— and all the while in complete darkness. Whether they give in to exhaustion or struggle valiantly against it, they will eventually open their eyes to a different scene: of somebody's home before here, you and that person reliving the very last memory they had before waking up in the train just yesterday. It's a memory that culminates in darkness. Give in. Struggle. Open your eyes again and again and again, and eventually you will wake up to what you wish were just another bad dream: the unfortunate plane of existence we call reality.
It may not be a good morning, but it's morning. If characters glance at their COMP, they will see a bright number 7 on the screen that disappears as their chosen AI chimes in with a good morning greeting ("Whoa! Congrats on surviving the night, boss!" or "Yikes, you look like shit. Did you get any rest at all?"). Pulling up the map function shows fewer blue ally dots as expected, but perhaps unexpectedly, much fewer red enemy dots as well: there are very few demons to be seen, and those that are, show little interest in hunting unless they are attacked first. The forest is still and quiet, red Mandrake leaves littering the floor in abundance but the demons remain rooted underground, the Hares of Inaba huddled snug within their dens, bird demons taken roost underneath the canopy to keep out of the blood rain. The concert hall is silent today, guards at the door watchful and ready to snipe intruders. Inside the powerplant, the giant Ooze spreads lazily across the first floor, filling the space wall to wall, acid seeping underneath the front doors and burning its way outside. Indoors, outdoors, demons keep to themselves, seemingly sated.
It's almost peaceful. If you didn't know better.
The drizzle of blood tapers off over the course of Day 1, replaced by normal rain once night hits. The water that falls is clear, though bitter and metallic tasting, and the stormy weather continues for several days more. The temperature outside dips, even during the daytime, and the hunger that continues to persist (unless you're BB, who ate a Pixie, maybe) is made worse by the appearance of a hot dog stand that has been set up in front of the school building. Its existence in this place is wholly suspicious, entirely nonsensical, manifested as if out of a yandere devil summoner fever dream— and yet the mystery meat smells divine, and you are so so hungry.
"Hee-ho! Get your hot dogs here-ho! What? What kind of mee-hee-t is in it, ho? Don't worry about it, ho!"
Can anybody resist that cute face? never mind the sales pitch. Jack Frost will operate on a barter system, though it really only seems interested in people's gemstones, or if they're willing to slaughter and bring it a Katakirauwa in exchange for a cold but still delicious hotdog dressed up in any variety of condiment. For those who muster the courage to go demon hunting to earn their meal, they will find that a single hotdog will stave off hunger for up to three days. For those who gave up their gemstone instead, K5 will be screaming at them not to do that, but also, please tell me. Maybe they'll rethink the offer, noticing that the gemstones they'd found on their person now feel slightly warm to the touch- growing warmer when in proximity to another person's gemstones, their colors more vibrant, stones faintly glowing as if with internal light.
Generous as Jack Frost is with providing dubious sustenance, it's a different story when it comes to the vending machine beside its stall. Inside are various drinks guaranteed to be cold, and include bottled water, coffee, teas, juices, blood and tears and many other questionable unlabeled liquids among its touted 100!!! varieties of beverage ("""beverage"""). Two problems: 1) there is no selection button, so you do not get to choose your drink; and 2) the machine will only take macca. Where to get macca? Figure that out yourself and earn your drink gacha.
[ Locked pending: SCHOOL investigation ]
[ Locked pending: GREENHOUSE investigation ]
[ Locked pending: HOSPITAL investigation ]
[ Locked pending: CONCERT HALL investigation ]
[ Locked pending: POWERPLANT investigation ]
OOC
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Since I know a handful of you are still working on apps, this event log in general will be open to all players, but Investigations will be closed to current players only. See below for more information.
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On Day 1 only, wild demon encounters will be scarce and it will rain blood all day, after which the weather will transition into normal rain and demon encounters will also return to normal rates, less during the day and more frequent after dark.
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When characters fall asleep any time in the next several days (including victims of the concert hall lullaby that will begin again starting Day 2, as well as inadvertent naps for those of you who are like lmao yeah whatever, i don't need sleep, i'm fine), they will be able to see the circumstances around other characters' canonpoints. This dream may take the form of being a bystander, or from the point of view of the character, whichever would be more fun/interesting to play.
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Players can advance time by posting new logs set on the current or next IC date— don't be afraid to advance time as needed! Plot beats will be adjusted accordingly, and there'll be ample warning if plot necessitates a deadline or specific event date for any reason. If you have any trigger warnings, please let me know here! Comments are screened, and warnings will be listed in the log format post for player awareness.
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As characters investigate different locations in the setting, more aspects of the game will be unlocked and will be updated in the post above. In summary, from the previous TDM event, characters have found doors sealed by barriers in the school, greenhouse, and hospital. The concert hall and powerplant are still both heavily guarded by demons that prevent thorough investigation until dealt with.
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[ Merlin is both annoying and (normally) unable to die, which is the worst combination to exist, as far as people who would like him to stop being annoying are concerned. ]
I should be saying that to you, though! That stunt you pulled the other night was quite something.
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ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ Not to worry we had it in hand. Princess has the Hare that knows Trafuritown
[ Observant people who were present when Dimitri left might be able to note he had NO WAY of knowing that when he left. ]
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[ And there are. A lot of women he's had said dalliances with. ]
You knew that coming out of the situation, but not heading in, no?
[ There is no escape, Dimitri!! ]
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[ And that friend is also here in Beelzeburg, but he doesn't want to embarrass you SYLVAIN. ]
(￣▽￣)ノ I suppose that is true.
[ AKA: no comment ]
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[ And it usually ends with his companions having to deal with the aftermath of his antics. Translation: he has seemingly no intention of changing his ways. Fortunately, being in a situation like this, he's at least behaving in that regard, for the most part. ]
Then, may I ask what possessed you to charge in there like a knight in shining armor, even while taking that into account?
[ Charging in without an escape plan seems pretty deadly, to say the least. ]
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( •̀ - •́ ) There was someone in need of help. I was not going to sit idly by when I could provide such aid. Minato is a kind man, and while that alone is enough to warrant a rescue attempt, I was also not going to let Princess go out there alone to make the attempt. She saved me while I was still out of it from arriving and I would be sorely remiss to let her go out there on a full moon without back up.
[ Afterall, Alice had said she intended on letting Minato die. He's grateful she had a change of heart, but he couldn't know she was going to do that.
More over, no matter how many times he has taunted death he always seems to make it out alive, much to his chagrin. ]
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I see. What a noble soul you are. Well, I won't bore you with what would probably be yet another lecture about the threat that your risk-taking tendencies pose to your own well-being.
[ Merlin has no right to do that, after all. Perhaps, if he were a better person, one who took more genuine interest in and had concern for Dimitri as an individual than merely someone with a story to tell, someone with the capacity to show him something that would get his pulse racing (as the crew as a whole did when they managed to eke out a win against all odds that night), then he might have laid into Dimitri the same way, say, a good childhood friend with a genuine concern for his well-being might.
But that's not who he is. Instead, the mage is an inhuman creature, coldly rational at times, with a love for seeing beautiful things and witnessing fascinating stories, and that's why he'll make Dimitri an offer. ]
Tell you what. If/when I get my magecraft back, I'd be happy to put it to use to forge a weapon for you that's sure to be sturdier than that sharpened stick of yours, if you'd like.
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Σ(° ‸ °) You can do such a thing with your magecraft?
[ Is that why it is called MageCraft and not Magic? He is using magic to craft a blade?? Incredible! Dimitri is practically vibrating. ]
(*´꒳`*) I would be honored to receive such a weapon, although I am certain you could put your craft to better use than for someone such as myself.
[ Oh, but Dimitri would love to see a weapon hand crafted with magic. Even getting a glance at such a thing would be amazing... ]
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I can't simply make something out of nothing, for one, [ Nothing that'll stay for long, at least. ] so either you or I would have to procure the materials. And don't expect any sort of earth-shattering weapon of legend, either.
[ The latter is less of a magecraft limitation and more of a personal thing. He can't just give out Noble Phantasms willy-nilly like that...not that he's expecting to be able to in the first place even if he does regain access to his magecraft ability. Whatever force is at work here already completely stripped away his clairvoyance.
That aside, materials for a lance, such as metal or wood, shouldn't be too hard to find lying around the abandoned houses. Pipes, fireplace pokers, pots, pans, and so on. ]
There's no need to be so modest. Besides, I'm a member of support staff at my job. It's my duty to support the field team when possible.
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[Genuinely. Please. Even if it isn't for him, please let him see you work your magecraft to create a blade.
He's also going to skip over the 'modest' comment. My these short term messages are excellent for dodging things. ]
ヽ(￣д￣)ノ Oh? What sort of job do you perform? I'm grateful you are willing to lend your expertise in this emergency situation.
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[ Look at them. Everyone here is so good about talking about their feelings and coping in a completely healthy way. ]
ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣▽￣)┘
Whatever support's needed, really. Relaying information about magical energy signatures, warning for potential hostiles approaching, magical beasts or not, analyzing magecraft they might run into and helping devise counters if necessary, making sure the workplace is properly fueled and stocked with resources, and so on.
There's never a dull moment on the job, I'll say that much. ┐(´∀｀)┌
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[ Isn't healthy coping when you take something that makes you uncomfortable and bury it deep deep down and keep it there until you die? ]
(￣▽￣)ノ You sound rather versatile. We are very lucky to have you here with us.
[ With all that he can understand why Castor remained at the church during the rescue attempt. Support should not be risked on the front line. ]
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[ Is he tempting fate already? ...He'll do a test run beforehand.
Don't rush it, Merlin tells himself. If he gets his magecraft back, the last thing he wants to do is make a bad impression on Dimitri by accidentally biting his tongue during the incantation, as he's wont to do. ]
You might need to bring another steel pipe or two, just to be extra sure about meeting the material requirements.
oooh RIP Merlin biting his tongue
Let me know if there is any other materials you would like me to gather. Whether for the lance or otherwise and I can do my best to get them for you.