Shrike, Shriek, Shroud, and Shrive, the cafe cats, are all very happy to see her again. "I heard!" He replies cheerfully. "I think you'll make the top three for sure."
“Thanks! Placed fourth in the last one, but Julie isn’t competing, she broke her leg, so I think I’ll have a chance.”
He nods, moving something below the counter. "She's recovering quite well, fortunately. Already using crutches. But she should've gotten a cat, in my opinion. These little guys are good luck."
"Wait wait... no... wait... i've been sleeping for 11 years?!"
“I… don’t know what to tell you… were you in the hospital all that time?”
"I don't know... but when I woke up I didn't know where I was. It was dark..."
“That can’t be right... do you have somewhere to stay?”
"I don't know... I went to Chris' house but he couldn't see or hear me. It was like I wasn't there."
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Thew finds himself at the computer lab again, probably having some online argument or researching about recent snallygaster sightings. (Those nasty things). It’s getting late, and there is little light in the room. Doors are closed, the lights are dimmed. He hears a strange… tap tap tapping coming from right above him.
Thew is in the middle of collating his own thread dedicated to the Mall Ghoul, when he hears the tapping. He wheels around on his spinning chair, and nearly hits his can of Sierra Mist of the desk with his elbow as he flies round. He curses, but breathes a sigh of relief, as spilling soda in here would have been the literal end of the world for him. Drinks aren't usually allowed by the computers, but since Thew comes in so often, he's found he can get past that when alone, however he's always wary not to get himself kicked out, since that would be a death sentence in his world. He looks around to see if he can identify the source of the tapping.
It’s coming from the ceiling, somewhere-… the vent. There’s a sudden flash, a lighter, in the vent. It goes out, but it seems that whatever is up there has lit a cigarette.
”you’ve been here a while, haven’t you, kid?” It says. Or well, not whatever is in the vent. The voice is coming from in front of him. Or from the door… or the window? He can’t tell.
'Uhh...uhh...yeah, I've been here a couple hours now...how long have you been here? And who are you? Unauthorised adults aren't allowed on school premises y'know, I-I could report you!' His voices rises as he confronts the locationless, faceless voice, but is evidently very scared.
In a single moment, the thing in the vent scuttles forth into the room. (What’s Thew’s paranormal filter?) it’s much too large to fit in the vent, yet simultaneously… Thew has a hard time observing it. He knows it’s there, he knows it is moving, and it is very, very fast. It’s… head leans over his shoulder, and it whispers in his ear. Thew can sense that this thing… whatever it is, is utterly enormous. Yet it’s almost silent.
”I wouldn’t do that If I were you… they wouldn’t find anything… and it’d be a shame if you were banned from this place… from, I don’t know… breaking a computer?”
[He's got a 7 paranormal filter, and a 3 for spiritual sensitivity!]
Thew's breath catches in his throat, and he mutters 'N-no, that would be awful...and uh, I think to avoid that, I'll be heading home now...if you don't mind...' His fight or flight instinct has fully kicked in at this point, and he's more than prepared to bolt it out the lab, but holds steady to see if these hulking invisible figure wants anything from him. If he moves slow and listens to whatever this thing is, he can get out just fine, and still have an excellent discussion point for the forums later.
“Mm… soon, darling dear. But first off, if I remember correctly, you have been looking for something… a certain ghoul at a certain Mall, correct? Well, a little birdie told me that the authorities are lookin’ to exterminate the poor thing before any poor, poor intellectuals- such as yourself, can prove its existence. Tomorrow night, I believe.”
(alright! This thing has a current dark energy of 4, but that’s not its max.)
'Uhh..wow...I umm, didn't know that. I didn't even know they'd found out about it. Does that mean it's real? Have you seen it? Can you- wait, no.' He buries the sudden urge to let down his guard completely and gush about his obsession as he remembers the gravity of the situation. He takes a breath and says 'I'm assuming what you're encouraging me to do is see it for myself and get my proof before then, right? If so, that works out well, as I was planning to do so tonight already. The thread I was making before you arrive was going to document all my finds, along with past proof of it existing.'
*I mean, if you want you can pass by my character while I'm talking to the friendly archfey's character?*
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Shrike, Shriek, Shroud, and Shrive, the cafe cats, are all very happy to see her again. "I heard!" He replies cheerfully. "I think you'll make the top three for sure."
“Thanks! Placed fourth in the last one, but Julie isn’t competing, she broke her leg, so I think I’ll have a chance.”
He nods, moving something below the counter. "She's recovering quite well, fortunately. Already using crutches. But she should've gotten a cat, in my opinion. These little guys are good luck."
“Yeah… i saw her when I went to the football game just yesterday. Uh, anyways, how has… uh, business been?”
"I don't know..." she says, checking herself over, revealing the fresh wounds on her forearms and chest. "Oh god-! I'm still... bleeding..."
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”oh, I don’t know… I’m just a messenger. But you better do it soon then, before anyone else gets there… if you missed it, oh, everyone would think you’re a lunatic, wouldn’t they…” it softly chuckles, voice echoing across the room when it shouldn’t echo. The enormous thing shifts its weight, causing a creaking sound. It’s legs tap tap tap on the floor, sending chills down Thew’s spine.
"I don't know..." she says, checking herself over, revealing the fresh wounds on her forearms and chest. "Oh god-! I'm still... bleeding..."
“Oh my God- you need to get help-… there’s a hospital nearby-“
"Oh god! Please, I don't know where it is... woah, I think-... I'm gonna pass out..."
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
”oh, I don’t know… I’m just a messenger. But you better do it soon then, before anyone else gets there… if you missed it, oh, everyone would think you’re a lunatic, wouldn’t they…” it softly chuckles, voice echoing across the room when it shouldn’t echo. The enormous thing shifts its weight, causing a creaking sound. It’s legs tap tap tap on the floor, sending chills down Thew’s spine.
'Umm...yeah, they'd probably think that...I should uhh..' He doesn't dare turn his head, just strains his eyes to the left to catch a glimpse of the time in the corner of the screen: 6:22. '...should probably get going if I want to catch it then...I need to prep my stuff so I can get there before 9:10. That's the time with my best chance of seeing it.' He slowly begins to shuffle across the room towards the door, holding his breath and praying that the creature doesn't call him back for more.
"I don't know..." she says, checking herself over, revealing the fresh wounds on her forearms and chest. "Oh god-! I'm still... bleeding..."
“Oh my God- you need to get help-… there’s a hospital nearby-“
"Oh god! Please, I don't know where it is... woah, I think-... I'm gonna pass out..."
She rushes over to her, to try and support her.
You are able to support her, she seems to weigh almost nothing. It's as if she's made of air
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”oh, I don’t know… I’m just a messenger. But you better do it soon then, before anyone else gets there… if you missed it, oh, everyone would think you’re a lunatic, wouldn’t they…” it softly chuckles, voice echoing across the room when it shouldn’t echo. The enormous thing shifts its weight, causing a creaking sound. It’s legs tap tap tap on the floor, sending chills down Thew’s spine.
'Umm...yeah, they'd probably think that...I should uhh..' He doesn't dare turn his head, just strains his eyes to the left to catch a glimpse of the time in the corner of the screen: 6:22. '...should probably get going if I want to catch it then...I need to prep my stuff so I can get there before 9:10. That's the time with my best chance of seeing it.' He slowly begins to shuffle across the room towards the door, holding his breath and praying that the creature doesn't call him back for more.
It doesn’t follow him, letting him go, but as he exits and the door starts to close, he sees a hand- a human hand, wrapped in ruined and tattered white cloth, waving to him.
”see you soooooooooooooon, Mathew…” and then hears this horrible, ungodly slinking, scuttling sound as the thing crawls backwards into the vent, folding itself up to fit into the space.
*if you intro someone my lil skelly octopus could come and find them*
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
The car seems to sit in place. It doesn’t follow you. You walk quickly and put a good deal of distance between us. And then you hear far behind you the revving of an engine and the sound of that engine growing closer to you. He was just giving you a head start. The road is long and straight. There are a few side roads, but they lead away from your house.
Thew slaps his forehead with his palm and says 'God...I wasn't looking where I was going at all...' He looks behind him and squints through his glasses to try and get a read on the approaching driver. He's trying to see if he looks as if he's in an agreeable mood, so that Thew can just apologise and talk his way back to his street, or if he should just start running. It's one of the hardest decisions he's made in a while: what will he have to tackle? His social anxiety, or exercise?
The headlights prevent you from seeing the driver. But it does look like the car is picking up speed. It’s picking up a lot of speed and it is doing it very quickly. You hear the lyrics of the song playing over the throbbing base and you can see a big black heart painted onto the hood of the car:
Deer in headlights… Rubber on road bites… Oil and blood stains… Savor those growing pains… You can’t run, you can’t hide… We can see your heart inside…
'Ah screw it!' Thew turns on his heel, and instead of running straight, bolts to the pavement, through a flowerbed, and vaults over a low garden fence. He then quickly runs across to the other side of the back yard, this time just climbing over the neighbouring fence as he fully lost his breath and energy from that last big jump, before continuing to do the same again, staying parallel along the road, sneaking through garden after garden, tracking the music to try and discern if he's past the car yet. He's fully expecting that whoever the nutter behind the wheel is, they won't chase him through fences and gardens, so he can just walk around it and back to where he needs to be.
As you start running through the yards and hopping the fences, you hear the sound of the car’s music coming in and out:
Who took the garbage out… Who let out that shout… Scaly men wearing ties… Question you with yellow eyes… Private property signs… Trespassing over foreign lines… Stomp the rose bush… feel the thorns… flowers pressed into mush… grab the bull by the horns…
You hear the rose lines as you stomp on a rose plant. Eventually though the song dies down and you can’t hear any sign of the car.
”oh, I don’t know… I’m just a messenger. But you better do it soon then, before anyone else gets there… if you missed it, oh, everyone would think you’re a lunatic, wouldn’t they…” it softly chuckles, voice echoing across the room when it shouldn’t echo. The enormous thing shifts its weight, causing a creaking sound. It’s legs tap tap tap on the floor, sending chills down Thew’s spine.
'Umm...yeah, they'd probably think that...I should uhh..' He doesn't dare turn his head, just strains his eyes to the left to catch a glimpse of the time in the corner of the screen: 6:22. '...should probably get going if I want to catch it then...I need to prep my stuff so I can get there before 9:10. That's the time with my best chance of seeing it.' He slowly begins to shuffle across the room towards the door, holding his breath and praying that the creature doesn't call him back for more.
It doesn’t follow him, letting him go, but as he exits and the door starts to close, he sees a hand- a human hand, wrapped in ruined and tattered white cloth, waving to him.
”see you soooooooooooooon, Mathew…” and then hears this horrible, ungodly slinking, scuttling sound as the thing crawls backwards into the vent, folding itself up to fit into the space.
Thew feels like he could cry. But for now, he's just got to focus on the mission for the blog. That'll show xX_SlugGutz87_Xx.
[Since I'm playing both Thew and the Mall Ghoul, I'll run their meeting as just a lore post here, and then he can get back to roleplay!]
"I don't know..." she says, checking herself over, revealing the fresh wounds on her forearms and chest. "Oh god-! I'm still... bleeding..."
“Oh my God- you need to get help-… there’s a hospital nearby-“
"Oh god! Please, I don't know where it is... woah, I think-... I'm gonna pass out..."
She rushes over to her, to try and support her.
You are able to support her, she seems to weigh almost nothing. It's as if she's made of air
She doesn’t pay much mind to that, instead simply trying to rush her as fast as she can to the hospital.
You are able to make it with her to the hospital, where the strangest thing happens. Some of the hospital workers rush over, while others seem confused. The ones that rush over call for help, but some of the others don't seem to even see the woman. The whole scene is... bizarre
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Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
”oh, I don’t know… I’m just a messenger. But you better do it soon then, before anyone else gets there… if you missed it, oh, everyone would think you’re a lunatic, wouldn’t they…” it softly chuckles, voice echoing across the room when it shouldn’t echo. The enormous thing shifts its weight, causing a creaking sound. It’s legs tap tap tap on the floor, sending chills down Thew’s spine.
'Umm...yeah, they'd probably think that...I should uhh..' He doesn't dare turn his head, just strains his eyes to the left to catch a glimpse of the time in the corner of the screen: 6:22. '...should probably get going if I want to catch it then...I need to prep my stuff so I can get there before 9:10. That's the time with my best chance of seeing it.' He slowly begins to shuffle across the room towards the door, holding his breath and praying that the creature doesn't call him back for more.
It doesn’t follow him, letting him go, but as he exits and the door starts to close, he sees a hand- a human hand, wrapped in ruined and tattered white cloth, waving to him.
”see you soooooooooooooon, Mathew…” and then hears this horrible, ungodly slinking, scuttling sound as the thing crawls backwards into the vent, folding itself up to fit into the space.
Thew feels like he could cry. But for now, he's just got to focus on the mission for the blog. That'll show xX_SlugGutz87_Xx.
[Since I'm playing both Thew and the Mall Ghoul, I'll run their meeting as just a lore post here, and then he can get back to roleplay!]
*sounds good! Just to be clear, the ‘little birdie’ that was just talking to Thew Will in fact be following him, probably in the vents of the Mall, and collect any dark energy he produces.*
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He nods, moving something below the counter. "She's recovering quite well, fortunately. Already using crutches. But she should've gotten a cat, in my opinion. These little guys are good luck."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't know... I went to Chris' house but he couldn't see or hear me. It was like I wasn't there."
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
'Uhh..wow...I umm, didn't know that. I didn't even know they'd found out about it. Does that mean it's real? Have you seen it? Can you- wait, no.' He buries the sudden urge to let down his guard completely and gush about his obsession as he remembers the gravity of the situation. He takes a breath and says 'I'm assuming what you're encouraging me to do is see it for myself and get my proof before then, right? If so, that works out well, as I was planning to do so tonight already. The thread I was making before you arrive was going to document all my finds, along with past proof of it existing.'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*I mean, if you want you can pass by my character while I'm talking to the friendly archfey's character?*
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
“Yeah… i saw her when I went to the football game just yesterday. Uh, anyways, how has… uh, business been?”
“Oh… that’s… odd. Why could that be?” She takes a few more steps away.
"I don't know..." she says, checking herself over, revealing the fresh wounds on her forearms and chest. "Oh god-! I'm still... bleeding..."
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
*cut with Shiver!*
”oh, I don’t know… I’m just a messenger. But you better do it soon then, before anyone else gets there… if you missed it, oh, everyone would think you’re a lunatic, wouldn’t they…” it softly chuckles, voice echoing across the room when it shouldn’t echo. The enormous thing shifts its weight, causing a creaking sound. It’s legs tap tap tap on the floor, sending chills down Thew’s spine.
“Oh my God- you need to get help-… there’s a hospital nearby-“
"Oh god! Please, I don't know where it is... woah, I think-... I'm gonna pass out..."
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
She rushes over to her, to try and support her.
'Umm...yeah, they'd probably think that...I should uhh..' He doesn't dare turn his head, just strains his eyes to the left to catch a glimpse of the time in the corner of the screen: 6:22. '...should probably get going if I want to catch it then...I need to prep my stuff so I can get there before 9:10. That's the time with my best chance of seeing it.' He slowly begins to shuffle across the room towards the door, holding his breath and praying that the creature doesn't call him back for more.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
You are able to support her, she seems to weigh almost nothing. It's as if she's made of air
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
It doesn’t follow him, letting him go, but as he exits and the door starts to close, he sees a hand- a human hand, wrapped in ruined and tattered white cloth, waving to him.
”see you soooooooooooooon, Mathew…” and then hears this horrible, ungodly slinking, scuttling sound as the thing crawls backwards into the vent, folding itself up to fit into the space.
*if you intro someone my lil skelly octopus could come and find them*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
She doesn’t pay much mind to that, instead simply trying to rush her as fast as she can to the hospital.
As you start running through the yards and hopping the fences, you hear the sound of the car’s music coming in and out:
Who took the garbage out… Who let out that shout… Scaly men wearing ties… Question you with yellow eyes… Private property signs… Trespassing over foreign lines… Stomp the rose bush… feel the thorns… flowers pressed into mush… grab the bull by the horns…
You hear the rose lines as you stomp on a rose plant. Eventually though the song dies down and you can’t hear any sign of the car.
Thew feels like he could cry. But for now, he's just got to focus on the mission for the blog. That'll show xX_SlugGutz87_Xx.
[Since I'm playing both Thew and the Mall Ghoul, I'll run their meeting as just a lore post here, and then he can get back to roleplay!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
You are able to make it with her to the hospital, where the strangest thing happens. Some of the hospital workers rush over, while others seem confused. The ones that rush over call for help, but some of the others don't seem to even see the woman. The whole scene is... bizarre
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
*sounds good! Just to be clear, the ‘little birdie’ that was just talking to Thew Will in fact be following him, probably in the vents of the Mall, and collect any dark energy he produces.*