Walking through the town, is a man. Naturally, there’s always men taking walks, but of course, there’s something different about this one, a few things noticeable that people may see. Maybe people will see his massive cowlick of black hair that bounces softly with each purposeful step he takes, or possibly it’s the fact that he wears a constantly billowing black trench coat that covers most of his body, hiding anything underneath, or even the fact that he has both a backpack that is the size fitting for a middle schooler alongside a business briefcase. It could even be that most of his face is covered by large black tinted sunglasses and the collar of his trench coat.
He doesn’t say anything as he walks as far as anyone could tell, though sound does seem to be coming from behind his black attire, moving somewhere at a consistent power walk, his shoulders swinging and his decently pale skin glowing in contrast with his clothes. Exorcist, Scientist, and Alien Hunter, Zackery ‘Zim’ Grimes.
He sees a guy in a bright yellow hazmat suit walking down the main street. He is covered in dirt and greenish goo, and painfully obvious to anyone in the near vicinity.
He looks over to them for a moment, not saying anything more than his cryptic muttering, but nodding respectfully as he passes. He seems to swipe up a bit of the greenish goo onto a swab.
'Oh, hello there. Are you here for the paranormal too?'
You see a sticker on his visor that reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago'
"You are holding a dead girl." One replies, and the room goes silent
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As soon as he gets home, Thew gets ready to go. He takes a camcorder, camera, rope, flashlight, balaclava, gloves, ziplock bag and a pair of scissors with him, all in his backpack. He realises for a moment that it might look like he's going to rob the place, but then remembers he's just going into the parking lot, not the actual mall, so it's perfectly legal, just suspicious. 'Journalism at its finest' he think as he zips up his coat and goes to the door. He says goodbye to his parents, who are confused why he's suddenly going out so late, but he just says something about there being a party nearby that he's been invited to. The shock of that being a possibility is enough to allow Thew to leave without further questions.
Trudging into the parking lot at 9:06, Thew takes a look around. There's only a few cars about, and no people. But also no lost carts either. For a second, Thew gets a sinking feeling as he realises that if there's no lost carts, the ghoul has no reason to come out, but that is quickly dismissed by the sound of rolling. He turns around suddenly, and a lone shopping cart is rolling along the tarmac, directly towards him. He turns back around and it's there. It's low on Dark Energy, so to Thew and his high filter the ghoul just appears as a lanky, bigfoot like creature, covered head to toe in thick brown fur, with a round mop around its head and moon-bright eyes beneath. Thew's tall (ish), over average but nothing impressive, and this beast, whilst hunched, is just a few inches over him. It's not intimidating at all, really, and actually looks quite friendly, in a weird way. From afar it could be mistaken for a really, really hairy man, one of those folk that whilst looking like vikings usually have a kind heart buried beneath the fur, and always seem to end up running Lost and Founds or kitten rescue centres.
Thew stares into its pure cream globes and shakily says 'Uhh...hi. I'm uh, pleased to meet you, Mr Mall Ghoul...wait no I was told not to call you that. I mean uhh, sorry, yeah, this is awkward but I really wanted to meet you and prove you are real, and uh, here we are, haha!' The ghoul is silent, staring down at him and breathing heavily. Despite usually feeling very tense in social settings, Thew feels like something is draining him of those bad emotions, that anxiety, and now feels like he can start asking this thing questions without much fear. He starts with 'Can I take your photo?' to which the ghoul responds with a growling 'No.' He then says 'Can I take a clipping of hair?' to which it responds the same.
Not wanting to aggravate the beast, Thew says 'Right...well, I should warn you, but I got told that the authorities are on to you, and are planning to get rid of you soon, so I'd leave this place behind and move on if I were you!' He says it with good intentions, but something about his wording seems to put the ghoul on edge. It's breathing heavier now, and its hair is starting to stand on end, as if it's swelling in power. Thew sees this loud and clear, so says 'Well...it was nice meeting you. I'm..uh..going to go now.' He's barely turned around before the beast roars, and yells 'NO! DON'T LEAVE ME!' It suddenly swings its enormous arm towards him, and Thew thinks surely it wasn't that big before, but then he's suddenly dangling upside down, the beast's thick hair wrapped around him, and sees a glimpse of the creature's true form. Its dark energy has exploded in potential now, and for a second Thew sees a creature formed of grief, abandonment, trauma, piercing through his filter and leaving him vulnerable to attack. Before he can scream he's dropped into the bed of the shopping cart from earlier, and the ghoul is suddenly over and upon him, breathing heavily with its gaping cavern of a mouth and staring with hundreds of starlike eyes, telling him 'I will never let you go...you will never let me go!' The grip of the hairs around Thew tightens, and suddenly it's all over his eyes and in his mouth and around his fingers and in his heart and it's digging into his soul, it hurts so much and it's tightening around his very being and-
Walking through the town, is a man. Naturally, there’s always men taking walks, but of course, there’s something different about this one, a few things noticeable that people may see. Maybe people will see his massive cowlick of black hair that bounces softly with each purposeful step he takes, or possibly it’s the fact that he wears a constantly billowing black trench coat that covers most of his body, hiding anything underneath, or even the fact that he has both a backpack that is the size fitting for a middle schooler alongside a business briefcase. It could even be that most of his face is covered by large black tinted sunglasses and the collar of his trench coat.
He doesn’t say anything as he walks as far as anyone could tell, though sound does seem to be coming from behind his black attire, moving somewhere at a consistent power walk, his shoulders swinging and his decently pale skin glowing in contrast with his clothes. Exorcist, Scientist, and Alien Hunter, Zackery ‘Zim’ Grimes.
He sees a guy in a bright yellow hazmat suit walking down the main street. He is covered in dirt and greenish goo, and painfully obvious to anyone in the near vicinity.
He looks over to them for a moment, not saying anything more than his cryptic muttering, but nodding respectfully as he passes. He seems to swipe up a bit of the greenish goo onto a swab.
'Oh, hello there. Are you here for the paranormal too?'
You see a sticker on his visor that reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago'
*Like the guy from Kimpossible?*
He speaks fast, and his voice is decently charismatic for someone who looks like he does “Paranormal, that’s all I’m about, what’s this you’ve got on you?”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*anyone got any characters free? They can be human or Nightmare*
*I have the owner of Chunklo's, if you're interested. He goes on frequent breaks, so he could be anywhere during the day, but he stays up all night working the shop.*
By the riverbank, skulking away from the sunlight in an old culvert, there is what appears to be a monstrous figure. It is tall and almost unnaturally thin, with long spindly fingers and wild, greasy hair. It is wearing nothing but a pair of ragged cargo shorts and a necklace with a large crucifix, and its body, from what can be made out, is pale and gaunt
Amatarou Ocha walks over, his movements slow and deliberate. He carries a large quilt with cats on it. As in, the fabric was stitched and chosen in a way that makes it look like not just patterns, but depictions of cats. The man wears his work uniform and a surgical mask, his pale blue eyes looking out from his blonde hair with a kind yet knowing gaze.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Walking through the town, is a man. Naturally, there’s always men taking walks, but of course, there’s something different about this one, a few things noticeable that people may see. Maybe people will see his massive cowlick of black hair that bounces softly with each purposeful step he takes, or possibly it’s the fact that he wears a constantly billowing black trench coat that covers most of his body, hiding anything underneath, or even the fact that he has both a backpack that is the size fitting for a middle schooler alongside a business briefcase. It could even be that most of his face is covered by large black tinted sunglasses and the collar of his trench coat.
He doesn’t say anything as he walks as far as anyone could tell, though sound does seem to be coming from behind his black attire, moving somewhere at a consistent power walk, his shoulders swinging and his decently pale skin glowing in contrast with his clothes. Exorcist, Scientist, and Alien Hunter, Zackery ‘Zim’ Grimes.
'I've been investigating the monsters of this town, sometimes that takes you places you'd rather not go. That is probably waste from the abandoned chemical plant. Have you sighted anything strange during your time here?'
*anyone got any characters free? They can be human or Nightmare*
*I have the owner of Chunklo's, if you're interested. He goes on frequent breaks, so he could be anywhere during the day, but he stays up all night working the shop.*
By the riverbank, skulking away from the sunlight in an old culvert, there is what appears to be a monstrous figure. It is tall and almost unnaturally thin, with long spindly fingers and wild, greasy hair. It is wearing nothing but a pair of ragged cargo shorts and a necklace with a large crucifix, and its body, from what can be made out, is pale and gaunt
Amatarou Ocha walks over, his movements slow and deliberate. He carries a large quilt with cats on it. As in, the fabric was stitched and chosen in a way that makes it look like not just patterns, but depictions of cats. The man wears his work uniform and a surgical mask, his pale blue eyes looking out from his blonde hair with a kind yet knowing gaze.
'Uhh, who's there?'. The figure stares out of the darkness
The other user begins typing immediately and at quite a concerning speed, each post coming out in at most three seconds.
1984AM: Hey, Thew! I'm a moderator on this site, I just haven't been very active due to personal reasons. My fellow mods have been taking over for me in my absence, but they're not as fast as I am. :3 1984AM: So, back on topic. This town is 200 years old to the month (anniversary is in 8 days, if you can believe it), and that ghoul has been around since before the mall existed if you look at the folklore. To call him the Mall Ghoul would be, I think, making a molehill out of a mountain.
What follows is a photo of a historic text. The image is grainy, as you would expect from a 2003 image board, but it shows a picture that resembles common descriptors of the Mall Ghoul as the creature wrangles cattle. The text itself is illegible, and the drawing is crude, but both are clearly very old.
1984AM: The Balios Mall seems to be its main stomping grounds for sure, I'm not disputing that by any means, but I have reason to believe it gathers other things. The Cat Cafe finds new cats, fully restored from strays and dewormed and everything, all the time. Just sleeping in neatly organized boxes in front of the place. 1984AM: Whenever one is adopted, a new cat arrives, all signed and sealed. I doubt anyone in town is that nice to and aware of the Ochas, despite what everybody believes. 1984AM: Small tangent, you can color text now. You put in the right hex code and the text will show up in that color. The magic of the internet, am I right? :3
[Oh yeah, he's fun to play and I love him as a character, but he's miles from original lmao]
[For anyone not following, this rp is taking place a day before Thew's encounter with the Ghoul]
Thew doesn't even think about how odd it that the messages appear so quickly. Mod powers, eh? He types back a response to all the messages quickly, saying:
ThewPerNatural_21: Oh wow, thanks so much, that's some incredible info and some great evidence! I'm planning to see if I can find it tomorrow, so I'll keep all that in mind and make sure to add that photo to the blog I'm creating about it with all the prrof I have so far! I'll keep posting updates, so I'll be honoured if you'd check it out! It'll be awesome!
'I've been investigating the monsters of this town, sometimes that takes you places you'd rather not go. That is probably waste from the abandoned chemical plant. Have you sighted anything strange during your time here?'
*There was a scientist guy named Iago, I think.*
“I only recently moved here, though I’ve seen some strange things in my own time, though nothing you would believe.” He says, putting away the swab, stopping his walk as he once again looks them over.
Amatarou Ocha walks over, his movements slow and deliberate. He carries a large quilt with cats on it. As in, the fabric was stitched and chosen in a way that makes it look like not just patterns, but depictions of cats. The man wears his work uniform and a surgical mask, his pale blue eyes looking out from his blonde hair with a kind yet knowing gaze.
'Uhh, who's there?'. The figure stares out of the darkness
The figure feels that the darkness does not hide it. "I'm the Ocha. How long have you been here?" He sets the quilt on the ground in front of him, crossing his legs and sitting. It's clearly an offering.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I've been investigating the monsters of this town, sometimes that takes you places you'd rather not go. That is probably waste from the abandoned chemical plant. Have you sighted anything strange during your time here?'
*There was a scientist guy named Iago, I think.*
“I only recently moved here, though I’ve seen some strange things in my own time, though nothing you would believe.” He says, putting away the swab, stopping his walk as he once again looks them over.
*Makes sense*
'I don't know, I can imagine quite a lot. I'm on the tail of a monster called the Slink. Rumour has, it drags children underground and eats them. Bet it won't have so much fun at the end of my rifle'
*I wonder if Thew would make a post about… uh, the Little Birdie he met at the computer lab.*
[Under normal circumstances he would as soon as he got the chance, but after recent events, he might have some bigger things on his hands to manage than threads lol]
"You are holding a dead girl." One replies, and the room goes silent
*this got buried*
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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.
*I wonder if Thew would make a post about… uh, the Little Birdie he met at the computer lab.*
[Under normal circumstances he would as soon as he got the chance, but after recent events, he might have some bigger things on his hands to manage than threads lol]
*fair point. He’s going through some things.*
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*post three hundred was mine!*
'Oh, hello there. Are you here for the paranormal too?'
You see a sticker on his visor that reads 'Hello My Name Is Iago'
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“Alright. Come by here if you ever want a drink. God knows we need business…”
"You are holding a dead girl." One replies, and the room goes silent
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
As soon as he gets home, Thew gets ready to go. He takes a camcorder, camera, rope, flashlight, balaclava, gloves, ziplock bag and a pair of scissors with him, all in his backpack. He realises for a moment that it might look like he's going to rob the place, but then remembers he's just going into the parking lot, not the actual mall, so it's perfectly legal, just suspicious. 'Journalism at its finest' he think as he zips up his coat and goes to the door. He says goodbye to his parents, who are confused why he's suddenly going out so late, but he just says something about there being a party nearby that he's been invited to. The shock of that being a possibility is enough to allow Thew to leave without further questions.
Trudging into the parking lot at 9:06, Thew takes a look around. There's only a few cars about, and no people. But also no lost carts either. For a second, Thew gets a sinking feeling as he realises that if there's no lost carts, the ghoul has no reason to come out, but that is quickly dismissed by the sound of rolling. He turns around suddenly, and a lone shopping cart is rolling along the tarmac, directly towards him. He turns back around and it's there. It's low on Dark Energy, so to Thew and his high filter the ghoul just appears as a lanky, bigfoot like creature, covered head to toe in thick brown fur, with a round mop around its head and moon-bright eyes beneath. Thew's tall (ish), over average but nothing impressive, and this beast, whilst hunched, is just a few inches over him. It's not intimidating at all, really, and actually looks quite friendly, in a weird way. From afar it could be mistaken for a really, really hairy man, one of those folk that whilst looking like vikings usually have a kind heart buried beneath the fur, and always seem to end up running Lost and Founds or kitten rescue centres.
Thew stares into its pure cream globes and shakily says 'Uhh...hi. I'm uh, pleased to meet you, Mr Mall Ghoul...wait no I was told not to call you that. I mean uhh, sorry, yeah, this is awkward but I really wanted to meet you and prove you are real, and uh, here we are, haha!' The ghoul is silent, staring down at him and breathing heavily. Despite usually feeling very tense in social settings, Thew feels like something is draining him of those bad emotions, that anxiety, and now feels like he can start asking this thing questions without much fear. He starts with 'Can I take your photo?' to which the ghoul responds with a growling 'No.' He then says 'Can I take a clipping of hair?' to which it responds the same.
Not wanting to aggravate the beast, Thew says 'Right...well, I should warn you, but I got told that the authorities are on to you, and are planning to get rid of you soon, so I'd leave this place behind and move on if I were you!' He says it with good intentions, but something about his wording seems to put the ghoul on edge. It's breathing heavier now, and its hair is starting to stand on end, as if it's swelling in power. Thew sees this loud and clear, so says 'Well...it was nice meeting you. I'm..uh..going to go now.' He's barely turned around before the beast roars, and yells 'NO! DON'T LEAVE ME!' It suddenly swings its enormous arm towards him, and Thew thinks surely it wasn't that big before, but then he's suddenly dangling upside down, the beast's thick hair wrapped around him, and sees a glimpse of the creature's true form. Its dark energy has exploded in potential now, and for a second Thew sees a creature formed of grief, abandonment, trauma, piercing through his filter and leaving him vulnerable to attack. Before he can scream he's dropped into the bed of the shopping cart from earlier, and the ghoul is suddenly over and upon him, breathing heavily with its gaping cavern of a mouth and staring with hundreds of starlike eyes, telling him 'I will never let you go...you will never let me go!' The grip of the hairs around Thew tightens, and suddenly it's all over his eyes and in his mouth and around his fingers and in his heart and it's digging into his soul, it hurts so much and it's tightening around his very being and-
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!
*Like the guy from Kimpossible?*
He speaks fast, and his voice is decently charismatic for someone who looks like he does “Paranormal, that’s all I’m about, what’s this you’ve got on you?”
“Ok. Might be fun sometime.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Amatarou Ocha walks over, his movements slow and deliberate. He carries a large quilt with cats on it. As in, the fabric was stitched and chosen in a way that makes it look like not just patterns, but depictions of cats. The man wears his work uniform and a surgical mask, his pale blue eyes looking out from his blonde hair with a kind yet knowing gaze.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Also if anyone else wants this.*
*which guy?*
'I've been investigating the monsters of this town, sometimes that takes you places you'd rather not go. That is probably waste from the abandoned chemical plant. Have you sighted anything strange during your time here?'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
'Uhh, who's there?'. The figure stares out of the darkness
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
“Do you want a drink?”
[Oh yeah, he's fun to play and I love him as a character, but he's miles from original lmao]
[For anyone not following, this rp is taking place a day before Thew's encounter with the Ghoul]
Thew doesn't even think about how odd it that the messages appear so quickly. Mod powers, eh? He types back a response to all the messages quickly, saying:
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!
*There was a scientist guy named Iago, I think.*
“I only recently moved here, though I’ve seen some strange things in my own time, though nothing you would believe.” He says, putting away the swab, stopping his walk as he once again looks them over.
*I wonder if Thew would make a post about… uh, the Little Birdie he met at the computer lab.*
The figure feels that the darkness does not hide it. "I'm the Ocha. How long have you been here?" He sets the quilt on the ground in front of him, crossing his legs and sitting. It's clearly an offering.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Makes sense*
'I don't know, I can imagine quite a lot. I'm on the tail of a monster called the Slink. Rumour has, it drags children underground and eats them. Bet it won't have so much fun at the end of my rifle'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
[Under normal circumstances he would as soon as he got the chance, but after recent events, he might have some bigger things on his hands to manage than threads lol]
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!
*this got buried*
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
*fair point. He’s going through some things.*