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[whatoncewaswhole]

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. ]

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[otakuro]

"Nice to meet you, then, Nick."

They've reached the shops by now. Atsuro finds himself coming to a halt as it seems he's been brought to wherever it is the compelling force wanted him to go.

...
...
...

There is absolutely jack-squat.

[ghost_shield]

"This seems... horribly anticlimactic."

Geez, and he got all het up for nothing.

[otakuro]

"N-No, hold on... It's gotta have brought us to something, right? Treasure? Secret treasure? A reward for fighting against that thing?"

Atsuro approaches the shop windows and pokes at the glass feebly.

[ghost_shield]

"It brought us something, all right -- a red herring." He sighs, and looks in the window. "...do you think that's a real monkey's paw?"

[otakuro]

"It's the ghost of a monkey! We've got to reunite it with the rest of its body!"

Monkeys play flutes, right?

[ghost_shield]

He stares blankly. "...you're stretching, man."

[otakuro]

"They could play flutes. They've got opposable thumbs."

This is a very valid point, if irrelevant. Atsuro continues to search around, tapping randomly at bricks. This will likely continue for another hour if Nick doesn't put a stop to it.

[ghost_shield]

"Give it up already. I can't even really hear the music anymore, can you?"

Okay, maybe not today. He's not convinced that's the end of things, though.

[otakuro]

"Not over the sound of us talking!"

...Atsuro can be persistent when he needs to be. ...After one last rap against the glass, though, he sighs and retreats, a glum expression on his face.

"What the heck was this all about?"