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destinystrings2012-10-27 04:23 pm
whatoncewaswhole) wrote in destinystrings2012-10-27 04:23 pm
Entry tags:
- !open log,
- arturia pendragon [au1],
- atsuro kihara [ou],
- chrome dokuro [ou],
- guybrush threepwood [ou],
- hitoshura [au1],
- jack (samurai) [ou],
- kaito watari [ou],
- link/oot [ou],
- link/skyward sword [ou],
- meetra surik (exile) [ou],
- minami arisato [au1],
- minato arisato [au2],
- minato arisato [ou],
- mordred [au1],
- nicholas reeve [oc],
- pit [ou],
- rune calstead [oc],
- ruri hoshino [ou],
- ryu 1/8192 [ou],
- ryuusei sakuta [ou],
- taiyou amemiya [au1],
- yu narukami [ou],
- yukiko amagi [ou]
hush
Who: Open to anyone!
Where: Everywhere at first, but leading up to the Virgo District.
Summary: There's an odd feeling in the air, in the wake of the Scorpio incident...
Warnings: Secondary, small plot event
The city was in a sort of rebuilding lull after the Scorpio incident. People swept debris off their porches as Wand operatives did their best to calm the demon population- the post-battle issues would probably have lasted quite a long time, if not for an odd intervention.
The twenty-seventh of October was an oddly quiet night in Hinoto-Ri. The silence seemed to scrub the streets clean, even if only metaphorically. A soft, humid rain drizzled down over the city like a blanket, lulling those who were still awake and patrolling. Yet, there were not nearly as many demons as usual; something unheard of for the town, and too suspicious to leave be, especially in the wake of Skorpios.
At about eleven, the rain picked up, more of a downpour than anyone could have expected- and there was a sound. No, more than that- it was music.
At first, the tune was simply an irritation, but as the minutes ticked on, it wormed its way much deeper. Like a fading echo, it pushed through the rain from parts unknown, calling out with it's last, faint breath. Yet never did it cease. The song begged to whatever persona users would heed it, beckoning them softly to follow it...whatever 'it' was.
Anyone who heard the melody would find themselves lured to the same place- a small row of shops in the Virgo district. The rain was harsh, yet could barely whisper over the song's intensity by then...
[ OOC: The half of this log set on the 27th is just a mingle, to ponder over what could be happening- feel free to make ridiculous theories, or what have you! The half set on the 28th will go up tomorrow, and will kick off the event proper. ]
Where: Everywhere at first, but leading up to the Virgo District.
Summary: There's an odd feeling in the air, in the wake of the Scorpio incident...
Warnings: Secondary, small plot event
The city was in a sort of rebuilding lull after the Scorpio incident. People swept debris off their porches as Wand operatives did their best to calm the demon population- the post-battle issues would probably have lasted quite a long time, if not for an odd intervention.
The twenty-seventh of October was an oddly quiet night in Hinoto-Ri. The silence seemed to scrub the streets clean, even if only metaphorically. A soft, humid rain drizzled down over the city like a blanket, lulling those who were still awake and patrolling. Yet, there were not nearly as many demons as usual; something unheard of for the town, and too suspicious to leave be, especially in the wake of Skorpios.
At about eleven, the rain picked up, more of a downpour than anyone could have expected- and there was a sound. No, more than that- it was music.
At first, the tune was simply an irritation, but as the minutes ticked on, it wormed its way much deeper. Like a fading echo, it pushed through the rain from parts unknown, calling out with it's last, faint breath. Yet never did it cease. The song begged to whatever persona users would heed it, beckoning them softly to follow it...whatever 'it' was.
Anyone who heard the melody would find themselves lured to the same place- a small row of shops in the Virgo district. The rain was harsh, yet could barely whisper over the song's intensity by then...
[ OOC: The half of this log set on the 27th is just a mingle, to ponder over what could be happening- feel free to make ridiculous theories, or what have you! The half set on the 28th will go up tomorrow, and will kick off the event proper. ]
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He stops just outside the crowd that's amassed here, cloaked in the plastic poncho provided to him by the police department.
That it strikes him as suspicious goes without saying. Now how to go about finding the cause of all this? Was it some sort of magic? Brows furrowed, he enters the crowd, asking questions to whoever will answer.
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She'd had the frame of mind to pull on a raincoat before coming out and had her naginata in one hand for just in case.
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And then he recognizes the guy he met when he first came here! Neat!
"Oh, hey! Sorry, could you ask that again?" Damn piping music...thing.