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MarinaNova NPCs (marinanova_npc) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-12-17 00:48:00

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:mingle, aidan reilly, alex karev, aradia megido, artemis crock, asami sato, bonnie bennett, brian moser, charlotte charles, data, dexter morgan, duo maxwell, duo maxwell (au), eric northman, haruka tenoh, helen magnus, ianto jones, jack harkness, jean-luc picard, kelly-087, kitty pryde (evolution), klara guildsen, korra, lacus clyne, liz forbes, lyle dylandy, malcolm reynolds, martha jones, mgann morzz, michiru kaiou, number one, penelope garcia, piper halliwell, piter de vries, rebecca crane, richie foley, rose, saetan sadiablo, sam winchester, sarah williams, sougo okita, spike, terry mcginnis, tieria erde, ton phanan, toul, trowa barton, tyki mikk, wally west, yuuki kuran, yuuri shibuya, zero kiryuu

250 - Fear Itself Mingle
[ Today is a day where most would be at risk of oversleeping.The dome lies dark like in the dead of night. The sun hasn’t risen today, streetlights casting a dull yellow glow and occasionally flickering out into nothing, only to spark back to life a moment later. There is no electric flicker from the kiosk. The Wardens are still. The wardens are silent.

The dome isn’t silent. There is a rustling of leaves, a snapping of twigs. Claws, scraping against concrete. The inhuman screech of an animal in peril, an animal hunting, an animal hunted. A screech that promises sharp claws and sharper teeth and blood.

The dome isn’t still either. There is something moving, thick as a shadow, tangible as a chill down your spine. Something that doesn’t belong here, something that snuck in when no one was looking. A boogeyman under the bed. A ghost in the closet. A will o’ the wisp, blinking in and out of existence under the flickering streetlights. Whatever it is it’s moving, leaving a trail of cold, dead fear wherever it passes. Something dark. A shadow so pitch black that it blots out the very lights in your heart, dragging your fears out screaming and kicking, reducing even the strongest, toughest man to a blubbering baby.

Perhaps best to stay in bed today, Marina. ]

((OOC: Event information HERE. We ask the winners of the raffle to fill out a simple survey and then tag into the Vapor thread HERE! Happy mingling, Marinanites! ))

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trappedinresin
2013-12-18 03:58 pm UTC (link)

[It's in moments like this when Yuuki wishes more than ever that she had her weapon from home. Although who can say if Artemis could even work on raptors of all things. She remembers hearing about the raptors... even seeing flickers of them through the blood of memories she consumes, but they aren't her own memories she sees, even if she's involved with some of the past battles.

Those memories, for whatever the reason, still elude her.

Senses alert, the lack of light doesn't seem to slow her much. In fact, she's built to see better in the dark, it's her natural environment. And it's why she's out now, too. Others are not so fortunate, and as a member of the defense force, that is why she'll make sure that everyone gets inside safely.]

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	marinanova_npc 2013-12-18 11:22 pm UTC (link)
	[ Ever get the feeling that some darkness is just thicker than the rest? Impenetrable in ways that don't make sense. Like the shadows are tighter wound, almost tangible even when they're not. Darkness is creeping closer and with it comes a drop in temperature... or perhaps that's just your mind playing tricks? ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

trappedinresin
2013-12-19 12:59 am UTC (link)

[She notices. Shifting where she stands, her eyes dart about her for any sign of something nearby that might be lurking. It's the unshakable feeling of being watched. But strain as she does, she can't feel a living heartbeat anywhere nearby.

A nail digs into her palm, and from it her blood flows. It stretches and hardens, twisting into the shape of a scythe. It's the weapon she's most familiar with, now. It's much more of a comfort to have something tangible in her hands.

Brows drawn down, she forces her voice to harden as she speaks into the suddenly cool air.]

If someone's there, show yourself. Now.

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	marinanova_npc 2013-12-20 09:00 pm UTC (link)
	[ The darkness moves in ever solidifying tendrils, responding to her command by drawing closer, slowly circling. Someone is there. Something. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trappedinresin 2013-12-21 08:02 pm UTC (link)
	[But what. Eyes wide, her jaw tightens. How reminiscent to that attack by her uncle. Eyes glancing in each direction, she tries to follow their movement and gauge where the source is coming from. Her fingers tighten hard, teeth grit and fangs bared.] What are you? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2013-12-22 10:35 am UTC (link)
	[ The question stirs the darkness like dense fog, making it swirl and swell and eventually open up into a bony white grin. Too many teeth. Too wide a mouth. ] Y̵u̺̭u͔̦̘̟̝͍k̬͇͇̤͔̞ị͝.͚̝̜̫̭̲.̥͈͚̘͝.̫̪̘̩̮̗͈ [ Yuuki... ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trappedinresin 2013-12-22 01:58 pm UTC (link)
	Frozen to the spot, for a moment all she can hear is the rush of her pulse past the blood curdling way it says her name. W-What... or who, even? Fingers tighten upon the blood scythe, and with a swing back she moves to cut through the air where the terrifying face grins. It's source!?]</small> You're picking the wrong girl to mess with. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

marinanova_npc
2013-12-23 07:23 pm UTC (link)

[ The grin wobbles like water after you throw a rock in it, but reassembles quick enough as if nothing happened. There is a chittering, like a tea kettle on the brink of a boil and when the voice comes back it's dialed closer (but not quite close enough) to human. ]

We... do not play... with our food... [ And with that the grin widens into an endless maw, stretching out over the girl like a great big galaxy ready to gobble her up. ]

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trappedinresin
2013-12-23 08:37 pm UTC (link)

[No...

Her feet wont move. Breath caught in her throat her heart stops in her chest. From so long ago her voice echoes in her ears, a memory from the past.

Eat me... a vampire is going to eat me. Only she's the vampire. This--- it's a monster.]

N-No...!

[If it moves to bite down upon her she doesn't wait. With a shocked cry she dissolves into butterflies, melting away into nothing to scatter and flee.

A distance away she reforms, high up in the air, butterfly wings keeping her afloat on powerful wings. She's tired and drained by now, but there's no way she'll go back down until she can relocate that... that thing.

Even still, her fingers tremble at her side, a bit more pale than normal.]

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	marinanova_npc 2013-12-26 12:04 am UTC (link)
	[ It does bite, but it's not at her and it's not for flesh. Instead it's the delicious taste of fear, metallic and tangy on Vapor's mouth, or what passes for it at this particular moment. It writhes and squirms as she departs, joyfully wriggling the black tendrils over the spot where she previously was before calming down and dissipating into fog. Satisfied. ] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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