hush

[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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[hadronknight]

The response came automatically, after all, even as he really hated lying to her, the fact that he had to adapt to the modern world meant that an altered background was necessary for him to blend in.

Said sentence being part of it.

"...I seem to recall somewhere in Britain, when my father was visiting an old castle, I just happened to tag along around that time."

[maybe_a_king]

The sad part was she knew he told her lies, just not how often or precisely about what. The even sadder part was the fact she understood the necessity given they needed to keep their heads down and both knew she really hated keeping secrets. Still, he'd once promised her he would tell her one day and he'd yet to break a promise to her. Because of that she eagerly anticipated the day he could finally tell her the truth.

"Was it a pleasant trip, at least?"

[hadronknight]

"It was."

There was a nod from him as a distant smile graced his face; a common occurrence when he's talking about his past to the girl, really. In either case he's going to sneeze. It's a small one, but enough to notify him that he probably shouldn't stay out here for a longer period.

"...Let us head back home, shall we?"

[maybe_a_king]

She was about to ask for details when he brought up going home. They'd been here for a while and nothing beyond the music had yet to happen. If anything dangerous were to happen due to the music, she was certain there would be messages over the Network in an instant.

"It is pretty late. We really should." Almost midnight, actually. And her uncle was likely in need of getting into something warm and dry by now.