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

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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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blue_eyed
2014-01-18 08:08 pm UTC (link)

[ and come across him he does, gripped by that same air of panic. piter's dark eyes are massive in the pallor of his face, wide and unblinking as he takes in the man, the blood, the knife. for a moment, he does not recognize him; his mind is racing, its clarity diminished in the darkness and the haze of unbidden responses, but he returns to himself quickly and lowers his own knife just a few inches.

his grip on the hilt is practiced, even if it's hardly the sort of weapon he's accustomed to. it's a thing of utility, lacking finesse and craftsmanship, but it will certainly do. he gestures with the blade as he speaks. ] I see you've shown our guests the hospitality they deserve.

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cold_dry_pieces
2014-01-19 09:50 pm UTC (link)

[His gaze wavers, fixed on the knife more than the other's face, even without a solid reason to expect a threat. Under the circumstances there's a better chance than not that anyone he encounters will be an ally, but he's never been one to take chances.

He focuses a little more clearly when Piter speaks.]

Anything trying to eat me is fair game.

[Raptor or otherwise. Ahem. He relaxes very slightly-- rather, he makes himself relax, and can't manage more than very slightly.]

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