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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.
Need a hand? ( @ Charlie )
Good news and Bad news, anyway, can you check your comp and come to this location? A☆L☆A will ping you where I am at, and then from there, we can talk. I'm northwest of the church, in one of the houses towards the back of the forest.
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Sure thing, be there soon!
[He was quick to respond and quicker to move, following the directions on his COMP and keeping a careful eye out for demons. He still didn't feel super comfortable without his sword, especially since he hadn't befriended any demons himself yet, but it wasn't long before he made it to the house.]
Hello? It's me, if you're there!
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Hewwwo~~♡! [ BB calls from inside the home, stepping forward and coming to open the front door to let him in. Very much, covered in speckles of blood all around her body. ] So don't be weird, BB got an arm - from the demons of course. BB hasn't killed anyone, yet, and she wanted to talk about her thoughts on the demons and everything going on right now - er... Are you coming in or what?
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[Gore and bloodshed isn't something he's a stranger to, but the idea of a random arm showing up and leaving BB covered in blood is still distressing, even if she doesn't seem remotely upset.]
...Well, sure! [Ultimately, he decides to take it in stride - their situation is strange already, so he'll have to expect the unexpected. He steps inside, closing the door behind him, before turning and giving BB a Look.]
So, what did you want to talk about?
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Actually... [ BB sits there, pondering the thought. ] That might be a good idea... Might want to spook them into taking this situation a bit more seriously - not that they aren't. Sometimes a little blood and gore, can get the adrenaline running for humans, right, right?
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[He can practically feel the smile she gives even as she turns around, unfortunately the kind of smile that he can tell is at his expense - but hey, smiles are in short supply, so he doesn't mind too much as long as that's all she does. When she moves to stop him, he does stand still, though he's tilting his head like a curious dog.]
It's fine, BB, it's fine. I'm not gonna freak out - absolutely not! [He held up his arms, both crossed into an emphatic 'X' shape.] Making a bunch of stressed out people think you're a killer is a surefire way to get yourself killed, BB.
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[ BB gives a twirl before walking into the kitchen room, where the long table was set and the arm slapped on its surface towards the end. ]
So like, these demons right? No sense of time, and no idea about their sense of worth either - like its hilarious. [ Her hand props her chin up, posing as if someone in deep recollection. ]There does seem to be a hierarchy of some sort - some demons are lower whereas some demons are higher up in the food chain. Also, they seem to like it when humans exhibit emotions - in this way, our blood or skin - whatever. Seems to be tastier that way. That was confirmed again when I was reading through COMP posts and saw Shun'ya talking about shit - it looks like that guy knows a lot more then he's leading on.
[ Unless Charlie says anything BB will just keep talking. ]
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[She had a point that it was naive to assume that everyone there had nothing but the best of intentions - if nothing else, he knew that BB was a bit of a rascal by nature, and if she was the worst of it they'd probably be getting off lightly. Still, what was most important was looking at what she -]
...Wait, that's...
[He froze, staring at the arm, a horrible sense of comprehension slithering through his brain. It was familiar for some reason. BB's explanation went in one ear and out the other as he stared.]
BB...isn't that...Hakuno's arm...?
rem WHO!?!?!? (kms)
NOOOOOO
Is this a joke...? It's not funny, BB. I know you're trying to keep people's spirits up, but... [He shakes his head, trying to clear it and regain his composure.]
Anyway...I'm sure that's Hakuno's arm. But they can't be here, right? It's just some sort of illusion meant to upset us, like the graves were - ah, but I guess you figured that out and you're just trying to mess with me, right?
LMAO GO TO BED?
Stop acting like BB knows who that is - are they someone you know? You are making this out to be bigger than it needs to be, can you not act dramatic for once? Jeeze, all you paladins are a bunch of whack jobs. Astolfo being the most annoying of you all.
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[For the first time in a while - maybe ever, really - his voice is sharp and stern. His sky-blue eyes aren't sparkling at all as he stares her down, a frown slowly growing on his face.]
I know I wasn't around at that point, but I've heard all about what happened with Hakuno on the Far Side of the Moon. If you're trying to trick me, I'm not in the mood for it.
[Something seemed to occur to him, and his frown deepened even as his gaze grew a little softer.]
...Unless...you're not joking...?
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First of all, [ She begins calmly, despite the flutter in her heart and inability to rationalize why she feels herself a bit derailed from this. ] how can you even tell from one arm? Hand even, second, if neither of us is joking - then what is going on?
Do we need to call the old man, [ Merlin. ] into this?
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We probably should. I don't know what's going on here, and clearly neither do you, so...
LMAO OUCH
[ Clearly Niether do you, what a thing to say to someone who is so obsessed over control. There's a flicker of red that glistens in her eyes when he says that, and she tasks herself to ignoring him and pulling out her comp to contact the Caster.
A message sent: Hey, come over here at these coordinates. There is a problem - I think Saber's memories were messed with. ]
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So it's entirely possible that his own memories aren't the only ones that have been messed with.
Replied: omw
A simple acknowledgement.
When Merlin arrives at the house a few minutes later, he knocks on the door and calls out, just to make sure he's got the right place. ]
It's me.
[ That's it. That's all he says, because that's all Charlie and BB, should they be the ones in there and not a bunch of demons instead, would need. Granted, no red dots are showing up on the map, but if he should accidentally knock on the door of an abandoned house with two other completely unrelated people inside, manners are also manners. ]
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[He missed the flicker of scarlet in BB's eyes, his unthinking, unintentional jab at her flying over his own head as they awaited Merlin's arrival. Upon hearing his voice, Charlie leapt up and moved to the door, pushing it open and greeting the ancient mage with a smile.]
Caster! Man, I'm glad to see you, something really weird is going on! BB's lost her memory!
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His facial expression shifts to a more muted, neutral one. ]
Is that so? I was told it was the other way around.
[ Oh no. Did he step into a situation where there's two kids, each trying to tell Dad that the other one is lying? ]
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That arm belongs to Hakuno - the Master from the Moon Cell. Our Master from the Moon Cell. Caster, I know you weren't there, but you've gotta know about them too, right?
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...My eyes can only witness the present, so BB is correct in that I wouldn't know anything about any fateful encounters you two may have had in other worlds or eras. I can't say I recall any instances of our Master heading to the Moon, of all places, either.
[ Seraphix is Seraphix, the Moon Cell itself is the Moon Cell itself. Merlin turns his gaze toward the human arm on the table. He takes a couple of steps, right toward the arm, and bends over a tad. The fact that it's been separated from its original owner doesn't bother him in the slightest, nor is he too surprised that BB got a whole human arm as a present from a demon (probably) in the first place.
The mage then frowns, turning on the screen of his COMP to use as a light source of sorts, then uses it to examine the arm even closer as he speaks. If BB or Charlie missed anything on their first cursory examination of the arm, he couldn't blame them in the slightest given the absolutely dismal weather and poor amount of sunlight today dashing any hopes of enough natural lighting for proper examination. ]
But... We're still talking about Masters, yes? So there's something all of us here should be familiar with.
[ ...Merlin narrows his eyes when the light reaches the back of the hand, and stops to gently stretch the skin for a better look. He then steps to the side to allow the other two Servants to get a better look, while continuing to shine the COMP's light on the spot of interest.
As faint as the bruise-like traces may be from time elapsed, slight decay, and lack of blood flow, Command Spells are still integrated with the bearer's Magic Circuits, not unlike a human's nerves...and he can't recall seeing ones like these. ]
...This was indeed a Master's arm.
god i love this all so much lmfao
It doesn't mean that this is anyone, [ Anger, ] any of us know, and likely is just another master who died to the situation at hand.
Besides, whos to say that your memory isn't the one faulty here, [ BB spits back towards Charlie and slams her fist against the table. Feeling her chest begin to beat wildly inside of her. Finding the adrenaline pumping through her entire body, making her feel as if she needs to tear him apart - it's his fault, make him shut the fuck up! ] and you are misunderstanding something?
The Moon Cell Grail war was won by Ritsuka themself - you don't think that I would remember the one person who gave me the reason and will to live? [ Her voice breaks slightly, annoyed with Charlie trying to imply to her that she would EVER forget that persons name. Their face - their everything! Yet even as she is talking, there is this sense of doubt as if something is telling her - he is right, and she is wrong. That sense of doubt gnaws at her and makes her continuously act out. ] As if I'd believe a deadbeat servant that isn't even real? You of all people should get that, [ HIM, of all people who she thought maybe could understand her. ] so why the hell are you lying to me?
the TM Drama TM
[He can't tell if BB's absolute refusal is meant to hurt him or simply throw doubt onto something he knows for certain, but it doesn't matter. He would never forget those Command Spells - and so it's distressing that someone with even more reason to remember has forgotten.]
Caster. Those belong to Hakuno Kishinami, my Master from the Moon Cell. I fought with them for seven days, and I know this is their arm. [He finally turns to BB, and this time he's actually frowning, her barbed comments drawing his ire even with his concern over her memories.] Because I remember them both! Hakuno and Ritsuka!
[The blow towards his nature as an unreal fantasy stings, and it's hard to keep from lashing out right away - so hard that even when he does speak, there's still some bitterness to it.]
At least I can still remember them! They gave me the chance to exist, they're the whole reason I'm here now! Whatever has happened to your memory, I can't believe you'd forget them!
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The mage breathes in, then out, his next words spoken in a firm, stern voice, the one he uses to deliver prophecies and command the attention of the king's court.
Here's to hoping it works.]I understand that this is a heated subject for the both of you, but it would also be in both your best interests to take a moment to calm down, lest either of you say something or act in a way that you'll regret later.
[ He is not singling either one of them out, or assigning blame, or finding fault, or calling either of them a liar, merely requesting that they take a deep breath before continuing. He understands that much, at least, that this arm belonged to someone deeply important to at least one of them. That the two Servants from the Moon Cell are lashing out at each other because of some form of love—deep care for another. What a scary thing.
BB, STOP PROVOKING YOUR BROTHER. CHARLIE, STOP ARGUING WITH YOUR SISTER. MERLIN HAS NO CAR TO THREATEN TO TURN AROUND. ]
...And I, for one, will admit that I know for a fact that my own memory has been tampered with, because I don't remember who our Master, the last Master of humanity, is.
[ He has little issue with admitting that much, if mostly in hopes of diverting their attention from their current infighting and toward what he thinks is a more pressing problem at hand: it's possible that everyone has had aspects of their memory tampered with in some way. That it's not a matter of importance, or a personal failing, a lapse in devotion or attention. ]
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By every means, wanting to choke the other, claw his eyes out, end him where he stands. There is this sense of desperation to her that he has truly outdone himself this time, and the anger within her is so volatile she herself can't contain it. Something of which, if she were truly an AI, BB would be able to ignore easily. Letting it instead sit there boiling until she truly could just kill Charlemagne where he stood. However, not when she is an emotional wreck, burdened with the body of flesh.
No words come to her mouth; she just moves to try to body him with her tiny frame and the ferocity of a hissing cat. ]
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BB: PEACE OUT11!