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- !event,
- degrassi: maya matlin,
- doki doki literature club: monika,
- ducktales: della duck,
- ducktales: fenton crackshell-cabrera,
- fate/ex: nero claudius,
- fate/go: kadoc zemlupus,
- fate/go: mash kyrielight,
- fe awakening: maribelle,
- fe3h: claude von riegan,
- fe3h: lorenz hellman gloucester,
- final fantasy ix: zidane tribal,
- final fantasy xii: balthier,
- final fantasy xiv: emet-selch,
- final fantasy xiv: hythlodaeus,
- fruits basket: kyo sohma,
- genshin impact: venti,
- gintama: toshirou hijikata,
- harry potter: harry potter,
- hetalia: belgium,
- katekyou hitman reborn: hayato gokudera,
- mage the ascension: morgan knight,
- my hero academia: uraraka ochako,
- nier: automata: a2,
- rwby: emerald sustrai,
- show by rock!!: crow,
- slayers: lina inverse,
- sonic the hedgehog: amy rose,
- suikoden: geddoe,
- suikoden: yuber,
- tales of symphonia: colette brunel,
- trauma team: naomi kimishima,
- undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- voltron legendary defender: allura
EVENT ✨ Something (Celli)Wigged This Way Comes
QUICK NAV: LOGS ⚔️️ NETWORK ⚔️️ MEMES ⚔️️ OOC ⚔️️ NAVIGATION This is the event log for IC comments only! Ask OOC questions/plot/view event notes HERE or use the FAQ for general questions. Click here to view top-level comments only. |
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| Autumn, despite the chillier weather, is a season of warmth and gathering. Perhaps moreso this year than normal, given the rather unplanned gathering of Celliwig and Lestari underneath Camelot's roofs. Though significant contributions from otherworlders have made food, shelter, clothes and other productions and donations, medical care, security and protection, and childcare an amazing group effort, typical individual celebrations for the departure of the dead from Avalon aren't being held, like Lestari's Death Ball. After looking at all the support they've been given, Lestari and Celliwig have looked at what they have to offer to help both their own people and the people of Camelot and other worlds. |
The people of Lestari excel in cognitive magic, and while there are those who use it for mind-altering magics, there is a good portion who dedicate their studies to emotional and psychological support. One such method is the enchantment of origami paper into something affectionately called Worry Monsters: an specialized counseling technique used to help form support bonds between people with negative emotions. Having spent a portion of the month enchanting paper, two square sheets of paper are handed out to anyone the encounter. | | |
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There are a variety of paintings with different curses applied. Navigate through the library and escape the haunted paintings-- pairs who make it through without turning back will gain a Celliwig Token. | ||
Another token can be gained via scavenger hunt in the Broceliande. Find cursed dolls from within tree hollows. The dolls will giggle and try to run away, may move when they're only visible in the corner of your eye if you set them down. What's perhaps a little spookier is that they take on the appearance of the first person to touch them, though they will never exceed three inches in height. |
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 | The last test of courage invokes a temporary blindness hex on one of the partners. Both partners are walked into a soundproofed room, entirely silent in a way that truly seems to mess with one's head. The unblinded partner is only allowed to answer "yes" or "no" questions, though no one will fault them for giggling as long as they give no clues otherwise. The blind partner is to stick their hands into a tank of water with mystery items hidden within. These items may be mere objects like peeled grapes in soggy noodles, or perhaps the tank is filled with chicken bones and those tiny garra that eat dead cells and are sometimes used for pedicures. All the items are set up to feel spooky, but ultimately are unharmful. As long as the partner who can give clues doesn't break the yes/no rules and the item is guessed within 3 guesses, a token will be rewarded! |
Bring tokens to the inn where a stall has been set up, with Gwion working the booth to exchange tokens for the following prizes:
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Toshirou Hijikata | Gintama
A ⦿ Leadership
[In the second half of October Hijikata receives a parcel in the little hut across the Bridge of the Pure of Heart (the ghost of the old man who gave him permission to stay there is still in Camelot to the best of his knowledge, presumably catching up with other newly dead people while they can't move on to the afterlife). It's from the Lestari boys whose dead mother he revived with the rare elixir he received, and besides some more of the green-burning candles it contains several sheets of origami paper.]
Huh... what's this for?
[After reading the instructions Hijikata loses no time writing down his most pressing current worry: "Can I be a good leader?". It's still daytime, so his spectral subordinates are hiding away in the blackened jars and other containers he collected in the ruins of Celliwig. So far they've been making good progress with their training, and no incidents have occurred, but Hijikata can't shake the doubt in the back of his mind. Unlike his commander back home he doesn't have a trusting heart and an idealistic spirit, so much as he's been trying to fake it until he makes it, can he really succeed?
Nothing happens at first, so he proceeds to write down how the worry makes him feel on the second sheet: "If I fail the entire Yuureisengumi will fail. An organisation is only as strong as its leader. If that happens my subordinates will be left to find a cause for themselves as long as they remain stuck in this world, and I'm not sure if all of them will be able to". It's a convoluted of way of saying that he worries what will become of them. He stares at the two sheets of paper as they appear to absorb his writing, then start moving and folding themselves around each other, until a little wolf is standing on the table. It lets out a tiny howl before leaping down to the floor and running out of the hut through a gap in the door.
It's anyone's guess how the little paper creature makes its way to Camelot - perhaps it hides in the pocket of someone totem-travelling back there from Celliwig, or maybe someone actually made their own worry monster in the vicinity? -, but one way or another it finds a match created by someone who also worries about their leadership abilities. If the other person is in Camelot their sized-up monster might carry them all the way across the Bridge of the Pure of Heart before Hijikata's wolf can make it back to him.]
B ⦿ How close is too close?
[After his first experience with the worry monsters Hijikata decides to try it out again, this time while he's in Camelot to buy essentials, to shorten the path for his paper creature. It's been good to meet a person with similar leadership struggles, so who knows, maybe someone on this island can also relate to his other big concern... sitting in the library he writes on the first sheet of paper: "There are several people I like in my life, but they'd be better off not being involved in a lifestyle like mine. I always thought that keeping a distance would be best for everybody, but I'm not sure anymore".
He thinks of Mitsuba, who was left behind alone for 4 years when he rejected her request to take her along to Edo. When he met her again on Prismatica he hoped she might finally find a good person to spend her life with there, but isn't he just repeating the same mistake? What if she ends up alone again because of him? And he can already see the same pattern repeat here... of course there are more complications to it, not least due to the different lifestyles on Earth, Prismatica, and Avalon, so his writing on the second sheet turns into a small stream-of-consciousness novel.
When he is finally done the two sheets fold themselves into a little demon, which lets out a nefarious laugh and scurries away. Before long it returns, tugs Hijikata's trouser leg to coax him outside, where it grows to a massive size, and picks him up. Now familiar with the process he holds on to its fingers and looks out for the worry monster they're about to meet...]
Accursed Thanks
A ⦿ Haunted Art Gallery
[Hijikata isn't a big fan of Halloween, as a general rule. Who wants to be scared shitless?! On Prismatica he could enjoy it for the first time since it was more about creative costumes than anything else, but he doesn't trust the Avalonian program, especially since Celliwig is majorly involved... until he hears about the prizes. He never went back to the library after dark ever since his hair-raising
break-ininvestigation with Darin many months ago, but suddenly he's eager to visit the ominous art exhibition. He can just rush through if it's too spooky, right? Immediately after entering, however, a painting of a pond draws his attention, and he steps closer to inspect it.]Huh? I could have sworn I saw something...
B ⦿ Cursed Dolls
[Until recently Hijikata often visited the Brocéliande to collect ingredients for his potions and totems, so it's familiar territory... but even so, the prospect of fishing cursed dolls out of tree hollows doesn't exactly fill him with joy.]
I should've brought some gardening gloves...
[Maybe he should turn back? But if someone else shows up in need for a partner right now he won't waste the opportunity!]
C ⦿ Blind Guessing
[The final challenge provides an opportunity to play it safe, so Hijikata tries to sound all nonchalant as he turns to whoever he's just been paired with upon arrival.]
Do you want to be blinded? I'm terrible at guessing.
Accursed Thanks - Haunted Art Gallery
So, here they are. Maribelle hesitates, but takes a wary closer look. ]
It might be a trick of the light. This whole... thing is designed to play with our nerves, isn't it?
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Accursed Thanks - Cursed Dolls
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Worrigami - Leadership
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Continued from above (to avoid pagestretching!
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Belgium | Hetalia
Come on, step right up and get some seasonal, craft beer! Only 650 gold pieces a bottle~!
[She harked from a small stand that she had set up just a little bit away from her café. There was a menu in front of the stand that showcased the various brews, coffees, teas, and hot chocolate she had available. As well as a number of sweets and pastries (some were honestly probably leftovers that she had made earlier when she’d been over baking. All bordering around a bright sign that proudly showed the name “Trappist Café”.
Belgium herself was dressed up in her little costume and holding a tray of cookies. All shaped like little skulls, spiders, Frankenstein’s monster, and other, similar horror themes. Jello cups had also been arranged up front of various colors, with each having little gummy eyeballs and bugs in them. Next to those were slices of cakes that were also Halloween themed.]
Anyone wearing a costume will also be able to get a free cookie.
[She continued, her two pumpkin golems from the earlier event also flanking either side of the stand. Though they’re much smaller than before, they were still quite big, and were currently occupied with stooping over, jack-o-lantern faces grinning and massive, vine hands reaching out to offer a plate of cookies to any costumed passerby. Her lion also sat nearby, not looking all that happy with his sheet ghost costume that she made for him.]
II – Worrigami
First paper: ”Homesick, feeling incomplete, worried about home, friends, family, and my people.”
Second paper: ”Not quite as lonely? Like someone I care for is with me?”
[This was silly, she felt silly. Also, what sort of form would those thoughts and feelings take shape as? Well she was about to find out as the paper suddenly took the form of a giant, ostritch, bird thing. Only it had a tail and for legs. Not exactly a dragon, more like a really odd chicken. A dinosaur? België didn’t know. What she did know was that watching the thing speed off to find and do… whatever it was going to do, made her suddenly worry even more!]
Ah… what… what just happened!?
[And hopefully whoever it finds doesn’t mind suddenly being hunted down by some weird, paper, monster thing!]
III – Accursed Thanks
So-- so! What should we do first?
[She excitedly rocked along her heels, fully decked out in her costume as she took everything in. It was all a very nice break and distraction from the general stress that had been going on. It was also a nice break from running her little business in general. Almost like attending another festival or parade. The entire mood just simply lifted her own mood up substantially and made her glow with joy.]
[WILDCARD]
[If you don’t see anything you like here let me know, or simply write one up that you’d rather do~. Feel free to also check out the plotting post here if you want~.]
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...why are these all shaped like bugs and dead things. what the hell. why do people like this. ]
Is this a... custom, in your realm?
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A2 - NieR: Automata
A2 was walking by as she was handed two sheets of paper. “What am I supposed to do with these?” She asked the person handing them to her. She listened to the explanation and shrugged. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? To put down a couple of her stronger emotions on paper that constantly invaded her mind.
She wrote down on the first sheet the phrase I feel guilty and a failure. My sin is surviving my friends. She still felt guilty that she was the only survivor of her troop, and no matter how many friends she made, she couldn’t shake that guilt and the worry that she’d fail them like she had failed her squad. Then she picked up the second sheet and wrote on it I feel such anger, at my survival, the betrayal, the mockery that was made of me because of it.. She always grew angry thinking about it. Even right then as she was writing it down she felt the anger brewing inside.
She gasped when the writing vanished, her eyes going wide as they began to fold into what looked to be a little sphinx? She didn’t know what to make of it. When she went to pick it up it seemed to start wandering off. What was it doing? She had no clue and felt the urge to hurry off after it, trying to see where it was going.
“Wait! Where are you going?” She calls out to it.
II. Accursed Thanks
She decided to go explore the library, hearing that it had been transformed for the season and she couldn’t help but admit that she was a little curious. When she stepped in, she suddenly felt like there were eyes on her, which made the proverbial hair on her stand on end. It was a rather disconcerting feeling if all be told.
She was drawn to a picture of a forest glade and moved closer to look at it. There was a figure painted in the fog that didn’t look quite human. She was trying to figure it out when she saw the fog in the painting begin to move, and the temperature in the room around her starting to drop. “What the fuck?” She gasped as she stepped back. It was as if the fog was starting to envelope her, from her feet up.
II
A gust of wind shot through the room, pushing back against the fog, even as Dust strode up beside her.
"The artwork around here is out of control! It isn't safe!"
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Della Duck | Ducktales 2017
[ Della isn't really into this sort of hippie stuff, but what's the harm? It's not like anyone's gunna find out her worries! So she calmly writes down her feelings, and for a moment, actually feels a little better putting it 'out there'.
I'm worried about losing my family's love. That I don't deserve forgiveness for what I've done to them. And that I won't be able to trust people again.
There, three small little itty bitty worries that nobody needs to know about and she definitely doesn't need therapy for. Satisfied, she slaps her hands, ready to move on with her day... until, of course, PAPER OCTOPUS IS ON THE MOVE.
Even for her weird life, this is a bit much. She stares, and then begins chasing after it. ]
HEY! YOU GET BACK HERE! DON'T YOU DARE SNITCH ON ME!
Accursed Thanks - Since costumes are encouraged and Della wants the Halloween spirit, for all prompts she will be dressed as a devil!
Museum
[ Now THIS is right up her alley! Della rubs her hands together eagerly as she enters with her (unlucky?) partner, eyes going up and down the halls. ]
Let's find the spookiest painting we can! Maybe one with mummies or zombies or werewolves... or a mummified zombie werewolf! Though that would probably smell really bad, what with the old bandages and dead skin and dog scent. You didn't eat before this, right?
Dolls
[ That Mimic tree couldn't look more suspicious if it had fifty signs all around it saying THIS IS FINE. But her (or her partner's) doll is sitting right in there, ready and willing to be taken. Della looks at the doll. Looks at her partner. Back at the doll.
She then moves to put her hand in the tree. ]
Look, we both know what's up. I'll be the bait, and whatever happens next, I trust you on this. So, get a spell ready, okay?
Testing Tokens
[ Della has decided to spend her tokens to get the From The Void recipe because really, who can turn down random tentacle from nowhere? And what does she do with it for the first test drive?
A variety of handshakes/slaps. ]
High-five! Up top! Side to side! Down low - oooh, too slow. HAHAHAAAAA~! This is the best spell ever!
Wildcard
[ Make your own prompt! Feel free to plot with me at melcat33 (plurk) or melcat33#1997 (discord) ]
Dolls
[If someone has to fight a tree, or a monster, or a monster tree, it should be him. Getting someone else involved, though...]
Just don't get hurt. I won't feel very good about that.
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Harry Potter | Harry Potter
(Harry sighs as he looks at the papers he is given to write down any sad things that bother him the most. The Lestari person in charge did their best as they explain to him the mechanics of how it works.
Since the anniversary of his parents’ death is nearing and that he did think back on Jane’s words about trying to find a better outlet to recover from the stress of the previous month, he decides to write down his thoughts and feelings on the papers.)
First Paper: I fear about losing my family and friends a lot and not being able to save everyone.
Second Paper: I struggle to deal with the guilt of being helpless or not saving someone whenever something bad happens to them.
(As soon as he is done writing, the words vanish and the papers begin to magically fold themselves into a griffin origami that soon jumps out of the table and begins to run around the city.)
Hey! Come back here. You can’t just run off like that!
Accursed Thanks - Museum
(The scenery is oddly familiar to him as he finds himself stuck inside the library maze again, this time remade as an art museum. Sensing that it would be mostly dark, he conjures up a fire ball to help him and his partner walk around the maze and perhaps find some cursed paintings.)
I have to admit: the Celliwigians have outdone themselves with how they set up the museum maze very well.
Wildcard
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Fujimaru Ritsuka | fate/grand order
[ Write down your worries, huh? The hard part isn't thinking of options to write down, but which, out of the many, that would be best. (Or the worst? The best worry is a good one, isn't it? That's not exactly the point of this exercise, right?) At least it's a little easier to narrow it down with the counter, but still...
In the end, she writes this: ]
[ one ] I'm worried that I'm not good enough to pull off the work that needs to be done.
[ two ] I'm intimidated. Who wouldn't be? But I refuse to give up. I'm going to look that fear in the eye, and it's going to blink first.
[ The resulting little worry monster is a small reindeer, which prances off. Ritsuka watches it go, bemused, and gives it a little wave. You do your best, weird little paper beastie. ]
B. Artful dodger
...I feel like I've played this game before...
[ Ritsuka's currently looking at a painting of three headless mannequins, each in a solid-colored dress. In her opinion, this would have been better as a statue set, but what does she know about art? Almost nothing.
But as she studies the painting, she frowns, rubbing her eyes, then turns to someone else: ]
...Hey, is it just me, or did the figures in that painting just move closer? I swear every time they blink, they're closing in.
C. It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye...
[ ...then it's a scavenger hunt!
You don't have to be nearby to hear Ritsuka shrieking; turns out, the girl's got quite a set of lungs on her, and when it's not a fight, she can be pretty easily startled. Find her on her ass on the ground, one hand on her chest as she stares at a mimic's tongue waving in the air. At least she managed to avoid being caught by it, but also... ]
Oh my god. I swear I've seen this in a porno once?!
D. Wildcard!
[ Hit me! I'm good with a different take any of the prompts, or alternately, you can find Ritsuka:
- Sleeping in the middle of a side street with a capybara for a pillow
- Trying to stack mandarin oranges on aforementioned capybara's head
- Fishing somewhere away from the mimic trees in the woods
- Trying to teach her familiar (a peryton) to bow in greeting. It's only going so-so
Or whatever works for you! Hit me at
C~!
[And she hates that she knows exactly what the girl was talking about. With that in mind she kind of... tries to shuffle Ritsuka behind her and away from said trees. No hentai tonight. Probably.]
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Emerald Sustrai 💎 RWBY
[ This is stupid, but Emerald's been here long enough that she's started to have a little more trust in the magic here. People, not so much, but the way things work here make sense. The world is ending, but people are fighting to stop it. Light magic bends light, dark magic makes her neighbor sneeze for three hours straight when he forgets to turn off his alarm before going to work and makes it impossible to sleep. As a general rule, no one's trying to pull a fast one with magic items as long as you actually ask questions instead of just stupidly charging ahead, so she's got the general gist of it for the papers. She feels like she can trust what she knows at least to the extent that she knows she doesn't know everything. Which means she can trust the origami she's been handed.
It doesn't make the opening up part any easier. Emerald finds herself mildly annoyed at her own weakness- her own desire to find someone to care about her that's driven her to do unspeakable things. But that ultimately is what makes her write anything down.
I betrayed the only people I could ever call family.
She couldn't be a part of destroying the world. But she also can't say it was because it was the right thing to do- she didn't decide to do the right thing until after she'd already gotten out.
Sick to my stomach. Angry. At myself, at them.
She wanted Mercury to believe her, to leave with her. She saw it in his eyes the second he left that he only did after it was too late. Mercury wanted her to stop believing in Cinder. Cinder looked right through her when all she'd ever done was for her sake-- she'd saved Cinder's life and Cinder was mad at her for valuing her life over power. There was nothing she could do for either of them, the two people who meant the most in the world to her, and in the face of that she turned her back on both of them. How could she not be angry? And now she just felt...
She pauses before scribbling one more word on the paper.
Alone.
And the two sheets slide together and begin folding together until they form a monkey and run off, using its little paper tail to swing off of a curtain rod and out the window.
..Yeah, Emerald's climbing out the window after it to follow it. She's not really waiting around. It's a little paper monkey and what else does she have to do all day? ]
B. Dark Art - OTA
[ Emerald isn't much of an art person, but the art gallery itself has a lot of cool tricks in it. The trick with the fruit is inspired. She's already got her token for getting through it (not much is scarier than living in a literal hellscape ruled by an apocalyptic self-proclaimed goddess who creates her own monsters) but afterwards, she can be found hanging around the exit kind of.. lightly bullying the staff member who gave her her token. ]
I don't need a painting to throw things at you, you know. Just show me.
[ ..She knows how to be polite, but when she doesn't have to pretend to be, she usually isn't. Maybe someone can go rescue the guy? Or help her learn a cool dark magic trick. Whichever. ]
C. Closed to Morgan
[ Well, he had told her to call if she wanted to do something. This probably wasn't what he had in mind, but after seeing some poor sap get Frenched by a tree (and leaving him there) Emerald had turned back to the edge of the Broceliande and send him a quick text to meet her there, with no real explanation. She gives him a brief wave as he approaches, then turns to walk back into the forest. ]
Come on.
[ She'll probably explain on the way if he hasn't figured it out on his own. Scavenger hunt time! ]
D. Wildcard
[ If you want something else, go for it! Emerald's not likely to willingly subject herself to being hexed, so the third prompt is shaky unless your character agrees to be the blinded one. Can also be hit up at
It's a C, Morgan-o!
[Morgan looks tired today, which is saying something considering how difficult it is to make him tired. But not an unhappy tired, because he has a smile and a wave in return for her as he moves to catch up and fall in beside her, and both are genuine.]
Off on another great adventure, huh?
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Yuber | Suikoden
I. Worrying Monsters
[Yuber prowls through the streets and stops to sit on a park bench, growling with boredom.
The chaos of the previous month had been delicious and the mass flight of refugees to New Camelot had made him hopeful that there would soon be conflict. Usually a sudden clash of disparate cultures meant conflict. So far, though, there hasn't been much more than the occasional scuffle which is far from the war Yuber craves.
As he stretches his arms out across the back of the bench, thinking dark thoughts, he sees massive paper creatures start moving about between the buildings. He watches them for a while before he lifts a gloved hand, calls on his kinetic magic, and starts pushing them around.
A flailing limb here, a stumble there; parts of the creatures fold and flop beneath his graceful gestures. Watching the paper shift around in response to his prodding is amusing, but he never does sway them from their paths. Eventually they leave the range of his magic, continuing their determined march to wherever it is they're going.]
II. The Haunted Manor
[Some people may feel tempted to visit Loch Manor this time of year. Yuber doesn't care much and generally leaves people alone but sometimes those exploring for some festive scares might see him standing off in the distance, watching.
While at Loch Manor he wears his dark armor and horned helmet, which gives him a demonic silhouette against the faint light of dusk. If he is approached he might be willing to chat or he might lunge, it depends on the person and how afraid they seem to be.]
(for this prompt please let me know if you want to just chat or if your character is fearful and you want them terrorized. He won't kill anyone unless that is specifically something you are interested in)
III. Wildcard
[Want to do something else? Hit me up at the plotting post]
LES DO DIS
He trudges up rather purposefully, knowing Yuber is lurking around here somewhere.]
Where are you this time, hmm? Let's see...
[he tramps around in the open a bit before finally spotting ye olde armored silhouette over that way, and immeditely changing direction. Yuber should be able to tell that he's not here by accident, by now. This isn't an exploration, it's a confrontation over some skeletons, and whether it comes to blows or not depends on how long Geddoe can keep his temper.]
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Amy Rose | Sonic the Hedgehog
[ Amy stares at the papers for a moment, her fingers tapping on the table as she thinks. This is more difficult than she thought it would be.
After what feels like a long moment, she finally sets to writing on each piece of paper. On the first sheet, she writes: ]
"I'm afraid that I will never be good enough."
[ Then on the second sheet, she writes: ]
"I feel frustrated, scared, and ashamed that I can't do more."
[ She watches as the words she wrote disappear into the sheets, and the begin to merge together and take form. Then her eyes widen when the papers fold and settle into a figure she recognizes all too well. ]
...Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
[ The paper figure seems to stare at her for a moment, then turns and starts to float away. Still a bit stunned, it takes her a moment before she hurries to follow it. ]
Hey, get back here!
Dolls
[ Amy can't help a small sigh as she walks, keeping an eye out for anything that might be out of place. ]
Is this really a good idea? Nothing good ever really comes from cursed dolls.
[ Participating on the scavenger hunt definitely hadn't been her idea. But she's here now, and her partner is counting on her, so there's no way she's backing down.
But it's still creepy and she hates it. ]
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((Feel free to come up with your own prompt!))
Dolls
(Harry could’ve sworn that he could feel the chill coming towards his spine as he walks around the forest with Amy. The winds are getting pretty cold out there that he has pulled down on the hood of the green cloak he is wearing as Robin Hood for Halloween.
Even though Mona is now gone, the Lantern she gave to him for his birthday back in July is getting in aiding them while they search for the cursed dolls.)
Oh Merlin. The forest is getting really spooky tonight.
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Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera | DuckTales 2017
[ Fenton visited the library quite a bit, whenever he had a bit of free time, so he feels pretty confident about navigating through the library to complete the trial. The enchanted paintings only give him a bit of a pause, but he proceeds on with his partner.
Still, it's difficult to ignore the ominous feeling that seemed to settle over them, especially as he noticed the eyes of one painting following them as they passed by. ]
Wow...they really captured the haunted feeling here, huh?
Dolls
[ A part of Fenton regrets agreeing to the scavenger hunt, but cursed dolls are just really creepy.
It doesn't help when he thinks he's spotted one, and the echo of a giggle passes by when he tries to look. A test of courage, sure, but this is just unsettling.
Still, he tries his best to hunt for the dolls, and after a moment he pauses, glancing around. ]
Hang on...I think I saw something.
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((Feel free to come up with your own prompt!))
Haunted Art Gallery
(This isn’t the first time Harry has been to the maze in the library/art gallery: he had explored it with Ken, Louis, and Lucy in separate occasions, so he is quite familiar with it by now. He has even conjured up a fire ball for them to use as a light source so they can get around it without getting lost too easily.
Paintings that move are not too strange to him either as Hogwarts has plenty of enchanted portraits of various figures related to its history, though he does admit that these ones can be a little scary to look at.)
You know, my old school had moving enchanted paintings within its various parts, though they’re not as spooky as these paintings, I will admit.
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Lorenz Hellman Gloucester | FE:3H
II. Light, Costumes, Action
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So while she'd be happy to help fellow culturally refined Lorenz... she's struggling. She hesitates, trying to find the words - lately people have been wanting to wear costumes, so she assumes he's trying to be something, but... ]
... What you're wearing is gorgeous, there's no doubt about it. I just... have no idea what it's supposed to be.
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Asriel Dreemurr | Undertale
( With all the negative emotions that Asriel seems to eel for himself, he can't help but find himself compelled to write on one of the slips of paper. Who knows? Maybe doing this much will help him find the peace that so many people seem to want for him now. Though, he hesitates. There are some things easier to keep to himself, no matter what magic may help.
Eventually, he does end up writing something down –
I don't think I can make up for what I've done.
Fear, guilt. I know I've hurt others a lot. I know that'll never be okay.
The paper begins to shift, and Asriel's eyes widen – quickly reaching for it. It feels like only an instant passes before it changes into a monster, and it feels like all he can do is watch as it quickly begins to leave. Instantly, Asriel begins to chase after it. )
… Ahhh! W-Wait a second! Come back!!
ACCURSED THANKS
( Asriel will be dressed as a ghost! )
B. HAUNTED GALLERY
( Asriel's chosen to try out the haunted gallery. Every-so-often, he'll turn quickly towards one of the paintings – blinking a little as the painting that was watching him looks away at the last moment. It really does feel like someone is watching him – as though someone's hiding in the shadows. It's more than enough to make his fur stand on end. )
I... Is someone there?
( It's only when black paint starts to leak that he turns, and Asriel can't help but yell a little in alarm as he quickly tries to back away, turning shortly after in an attempt to run. Unfortunately for Asriel, the paintings also try to pelt some tomatoes at him while he's running away. )
C. CURSED DOLLS
( After the entire ordeal at the gallery, any potential exhaustion that Asriel may feel is replaced by adrenaline. What happened back there may have been kind of scary, but there was something exciting about it all, too. When they find another way to earn token, they decide to ty to find the cursed dolls.
In the first tree he finds, he looks into the hole in the hollowed tree, however – he's met with giggling before the dolls inside of the tree run away. He turns around, only to watch as the doll begins to run, and he chases after it. It doesn't take long until he finds a mimic. He can't help but come to quick stop when it reveals it's long tongue – and in an instant, the tongue reaches around one of his ankles, raising him above the ground. )
---W-What? Wait!
( He wiggles around, attempting to kick himself free, but to no avail – his familiar looking up at him worriedly.
Well... What now? )
D. BLINDNESS HEX
( Asriel's chosen to be blind for this last test of courage, though he can't help but reach out fo someone at first before quickly withdrawing – his hands fidgeting together as if to stop himself from doing so again. He's well aware that he can't reach for his partner.
He feels like all of his other senses have become all the more stronger – he's hopeful that it'll help.)
I... I think I'm ready.
( With that, he'll reach over, feeling for the tank before sticking his hand inside. When he starts to feel over the items, he can't help but make a face at the feeling of something squishy, but he let's it go and ultimately finds something harder in the tank to take a guess at. )
Is... it a bone?
Haunted Gallery
She isn't sure how she ended up doing the trial through the gallery, but the sooner she gets through the better.
She's turning a corner when she hears a voice cry out, and while it startles her at first she turns back and heads for it, recognizing a sound of distress. And soon she comes across the scene of black paint leaking onto the floor, and tomatoes flying at the poor figure. She reaches out for him. ]
Hey! Gimme your hand!
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Fears, worries, stresses. Morgan spun a pen in one hand, whirling it through his fingers to catch it and spin it again.
He'd spent a lot of time and put too many people through too much grief to come to terms with all those things. These days, he liked to think he was hard to bother and pretty flexible about all of life's little problems. So what to put...
Fingers snapped shut around the pen, and he wrote, I worry that I'm not helping. That I just can't help anyone find happiness, or peace, or anything like that. That for all my efforts I'll leave things just as bad as I found them.
Second paper. I'm afraid I'll never find a student to truly pass on everything I know to.
Yeah. Yeah, that -- those were some pretty good ones. Sighing, Morgan sat back, and watched as the papers shuffled and swirled around. A moment later, an origami zombie slowly shuffled off.
"Ooh." Morgan grimaced. "I hope that doesn't cause any apocalypses."
Mimick-you
Upside-down, with a long and unpleasantly moist tongue wrapped around him and pinning his arms to his side, Morgan sighed.
"I really should have seen this coming," he said, well aware that he had no hope in hell of doing so at any point. The perils of being oblivious... "This is on me, it's my bad. Sorry... I owe you one?" Since he now had put his partner in the position of battling what clearly wasn't a tree for his sake.
Woe Is Us
But there are a few things he can't act on - not in full or immediately, at least.
So what he wrote down on these strange little papers was I worry that with my meddling I'm doing more harm than good. and Restless. I want to do something about all the injustices and heartache, but there's so much, and I don't have the kind of power here that I did at home.
When the enormous, three-headed paper hellhound bounds across the city to find Morgan and his zombie, Zagreus rides astride its back, grinning widely. He still misses his Best Boy, but this is a nice reminder of him.
He slides down from Not-Cerberus' back and turns to give the monster some well-deserved pets. Unfortunately, just as he starts to pet it, it bursts into a cloud of butterflies.
"Oh no, not these again..." He pulls his sword from his back and gets ready to start hacking at the butterflies, but they dissipate and fly away without so much as a collective rude gesture in his direction, and he lowers his sword sheepishly.
"Well, that was hardly a very graceful first impression, was it?" He rubs the back of his neck as he turns to this man he doesn't know nearby. All he does know, somehow, is that this person shares his worries, to the extent that he can.
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Gokudera Hayato | Katekyo Hitman Reborn! | OTA
[As someone who journals his feelings frequently, it isn't too difficult to put his worries to paper. Making them succinct is a bit more difficult. He wants them clear where he can see them, and goes through the effort to underline anything he thinks is the main point of his concerns as of late. He has a lot.
The procedure he'll undergo is one he's decided on. Is it right? Is there some other method to remove the collar? What if he's actually been such a burden to the people around him that he actually dies as a result? Then he'll feel bad for dying in front of them, for having his plan fall through. It's a lot, and he hasn't reached out to everyone he probably should have. There are people that care about him that he hardly ever speaks to.
Gokudera is sitting outside when he writes, just outside the city. He doesn't want to contribute to the congested feeling of that place. It's easier to create for him without pressure from others. That, and if this is supposed to help him, he'll want some privacy.]
I worry about leaving or abandoning the people I care about.
[He's been to two other worlds. People leave. Sometimes they come back. Gokudera is accepting of that, but this leaving, this possibility of death hovering over him is something he needs to recognize and accept. To face, and looking down at those words helps.]
I worry that I won't be strong enough to make it through what I have to. That I will not only fail myself but fail everyone counting on me.
[He looks on at the second paper, then at his worries, then scratches his head before writing how he feels:]
I'm scared of the inevitable. Everyone probably has the same sort of worries as me, and they keep going. Even if I die, will it really be the end? I'm not alone, even if I leave. They aren't alone, either.
[He smiles softly, then watches as the writing vanishes and the papers move to fold and become a gargoyle. It's kind of cute, kind of bulky, and despite having wings, it starts to walk.]
Hey! Wait up!
[Gokudera maybe shouldn't follow the little monster, and once it returns to collect him and bring him to his worry-matching person, he'll be clinging to it up until the very end.]
B. Cursed Dolls
[Gokudera isn't actually too interested in collecting tokens, but he's willing to help others find them. He isn't super excited about candy (except maybe giving it to the kids he knows), and his lungs occasionally put out smoke. As 'Smoking Bomb Hayato', a smoker, and an explosives expert, he doesn't need or want for more smoke. The tentacle... is just a hard NO from him. He'll help whoever wants more tokens. This is maybe a good use of time to help those around him.
Feels odd when he thinks about how this may be his last month alive. But probably not! He's trying to stay positive.
He's also curious what a doll-version of himself may look like, and he likes the forest. Gokudera prefers being outside in this season most, and can be found looking about for a doll!
And he's pretty sure he finds one, but then he's got something large and wet wrapped around him, is disgusted, then lifted up and yelling while throwing some bombs at the mimic that has him.]
Blindness Hex
[Gokudera is picking up a blindfold and frowning.]
I'm not going to touch anything dead, am I?
[Ultimately, the boy doesn't wait for an answer. He bets it's a trick. The fae do tricky stuff like that, right?]
Alright, let's get this over with.
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Thank goodness she's invisible throughout the travel, it's mortifying enough being paraded through Camelot like this, and Ochako hides herself a bit behind her monster's ear, wondering if there's a way to back out of this. It feels so...so troublesome. She's not sure whether she wants to just talk about all her fears and worries - her perceived weaknesses - in the open like this. It's so against everything she's used to and--]
H-Huh? We've stopped...?
[Indeed they have. Because Ochako's monster has found the matching one it was searching for. Time to face the music, you two. Accept that your troubles and worries are not so different, despite the opposing sides you may think you're on.]
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Re: Blindness Hex
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Beowulf | FGO
Dolls huh?
[He sort of just tagged along with whoever here, somewhat bored and more or less just looking to enjoy himself at this point. Still, he thought as they wandered through the wooded area, there had to be a catch here. Right? This is supposed to be a Halloween event, and if there’s one thing he knew about those, it’s that there’s supposed to be something horror attached to it.
Like giant space monsters, or wolfmen. Even now as he scanned the trees there was just something… off about the area around them. He could feel it in his bones and it made his hair stand on end as his instincts took over.]
Hm… keep yourself close.
II – Gotta get all of them tokens!
[Well that… was certainly a thing. He quite obviously wasn’t expecting the mimics, and neither was most of anyone else probably. But hey, alls well that ended well. And it ended so well that he went ahead and dragged someone along with him to the next challenge!]
Hm, so which one should we go for next?
[At least he was leaving it up to them!?]
III – Celebratory Drink
[There was nothing better to go with a job well done than that of a strong stout! He downed his glass with a pleased sigh. So good! Really what a strange time this has been, trees with mouths, haunted paintings and whatever was going on with that blindness thing. But now that it was over, and he was surrounded by others, he felt like singing, or talking, and just generally enjoying himself with the others that had took part in the festivities.]
Hey another glass for my friend here!
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[If you don’t see anything you like here let me know, or simply write one up that you’d rather do~. Feel free to also check out the plotting post here if you want~.]
II
So when this man allows him to choose the next task, he decides the blindness hex. It couldn't be that bad right?]
I'll be the one to go blind, okay? I hope there's nothing too gross in there!
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Uraraka Ochako | My Hero Academia (Elemental/Kinetic)
ii. Picture Perfect - Haunted Art
iii. Roll a Dex Save - Cursed Dolls
iv. Wildcard!!
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[Yeah, sure, why not. He's avoiding the worrigami as it is after watching some folks get carried around by them; why not deal with potential specters? And he just gives a grin and a thumbs up to Uraraka - like the last time they interacted wasn't a big deal. And to him, it really wasn't - they talked about this at the tournament and all.]
[Though, maybe she's not even thinking about that? They're not that far in and there's be a lot of... moving on her side. Around him, behind, whimpering - sure, that shriek makes his fur rise, but he's more startled by the fact she just up and shoots into the air.]
Uraraka, it's not that bad! Come back down!
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Emet-Selch | FFXIV | open
2. Accursed Thanks
3. ...And the void waves back
4. Wildcard
I WANT TO TOUCH EVERYTHING but obligatory 2c for now
"Come now, Hades! Do you distrust me so?"
TOUCHES U
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Alberto Scorfano | Luca
[ Alberto is eating this holiday up! He's loved every festivity he's participated in all month, increasingly excited for Halloween ever since it was first explained to him. Alberto's in his element — he's here to have fun. He's donned a costume for both events, one he made all by himself, with quite a bit of concentrated creative effort, really...
He's a shark ghost...
While at first even he wasn't sure what that'd look like, he was determined to make it feasible. He made a hooded cloak by stapling together a bunch of translucent, tattered grey fabric he'd found, far too long for him and trailing along the ground, hiding his bare feet; he even covered a piece of cardboard in the cloth and stapled it on his back to make a fin. Likewise, he painted a bunch of jagged cardboard triangles white and stapled them all along the top and bottom of his hood, like many teeth. He cut out eye holes so he could pull the hood over most of his face, so all night only Alberto's permanent smug little smile is visible...
He's even got props, for some reason carrying a large fishing net and a harpoon — a real harpoon, oh god... This is Alberto's first time in an art gallery, and fancying himself something of an artist, he's stunned by the quality of the paintings, novel to him that paintings can look so realistic! These are some of the best drawings he's ever seen?! It's a shame they're all about to leap out and scare him, as he stands up-close staring in sheer dazzlement at a portrait of some handsome prince... He reels backwards with a loud yelp when the portrait winks and smirks at him, though, crashing into whoever was behind him. Oops. ]
A-Ahh! Did you see that?!
🛵 b. worrigami
[ This particular task appeals to Alberto in a way that may surprise anyone who's come to know the boy... Personifying worrisome emotions? He knows all about that. Indeed it is a valuable exercise. And it's an amazing idea that he may be able to give the dumb voice he's named inside his head physical form... just so he can tear it up and destroy it, was his idea.
So on his first sheet, he writes one word that means a lot to him, and nothing to anyone else:
BRUNO
But on his second sheet, he elaborates... quite a lot. Everything Bruno represents to him. Everything he tells no one about. Everything he hides with the cocky, energetic, lighthearted airs he puts on so well, all the time, that everyone's come to expect from him. But Alberto has drastically misunderstood the assignment, only realizing it once 'Brunito' grows tremendously and picks him up against his will, carrying him off. Even that seems symbolic, being carried away by Bruno, and it's as terrifying as it is infuriating, because all he'd wanted to do was tear this little paper monster up. Once he's dropped off by his match, seeing the monster erupt into butterflies gives him no catharsis; Bruno deserves worse than butterflies...
Finding his worried match, he's visibly disgruntled and embarrassed, though half his face is hidden beneath his shark ghost costume's hood, reluctant to admit to all the things he wrote down on his second page that led him to this match... All the things Bruno tells him in the back of his head, that he drowns out, bottles up, disguises. Now he's face-to-face with someone who has all the same worries, knowing it means their Bruno must sound a lot like his... But that's a painful foot to start off on, since Alberto is loathe to admit what he'd actually written on his second page: ]
bad. mad. scared. nervous. not safe. not brave. not cool. dumb. stupid. like i cant do it. cant do anything right. i ruin everything. i always cause everyone problems. bad son. bad kid. bad friend. burden. don't belong anywhere. trapped. alone. SHOULD BE alone... Dad is better off without me
[ Oh... No wonder the kid's mad he didn't get to tear up his Bruno... ]
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As he crashes into her, she hugs him from behind, cackling like a witch. ]
I KNOW! Wasn't that great? Oh man, this is the best! C'mon, let's see what the next one does!
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Edgar Allan Poe | The Raven (2012)
[Poe always did enjoy putting on a bit of a show for others. Perhaps it was some form of influence from his birth parents, or his godmother. Or maybe it was just the desire for attention and recognition. It certainly helped that Halloween was approaching, and with it all the forms of ghastly ghouls and ghosts and general horrors that come with the approaching, dead months.
The dark, and cold of winter that chilled a person’s bones. His own thoughts reflected to that of the New England winters, of the approaching, cold months in Maryland. That wasn’t his focus here though, no instead he sat before a small group of people, mostly refugees that he had called on over to give a small show for. Reciting his poems and stories to them in the spirit of things.]
See how the blood would pump from one atrium to the next? [He spoke, dissecting what looked, for all the world to see, to be a human heart.]
Pushing it through the body as the body’s natural electric current powers it. But sometimes… the heart has a power all its own.
[He gives a small smile to the crowd and those watching over the network as the disembodied heart seemed to pulse for a moment. Low, and dull as it thumped.]
True! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
[Another, low and dull thud of the heart as he recited the story. All the way up until towards the end. When the beating grew louder, heavier, and hard. Faster, like it might burst from the force!
Those with a particularly guilty conscious might even hear a sort of unnerving ringing in their ears, including that of a heart beat. Growing louder the more and more nervous, and more and more guilty that person began to feel. Thump-thump... thump-thump... thump-thump....]
Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! — no, no! They heard! — they suspected! — they knew! — they were making a mockery of my horror! — this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! — and now — again! — hark! louder! [Thud-thud] louder! [Thud-thud] louder! [THUD-THUD] louder! — [THUD-THUD]
“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed! — tear up the planks! — here, here! — it is the beating of his hideous heart!”
[The heart finally ceased its beating and lay motionless on the table. Granted those more deeply affected by the spell may still hear a faint heart beat... but that must just be their own... Right?
...thump...thump....]
II – Soul cakes
[When he wasn’t putting on shows, or simply enjoying the festive time, Poe had taken himself to baking. Yes, baking. A form of trick-or-treating did still exist in the mid-19th century! Just not quite the one that everyone knows. So what did he bake?
Well, he went out of his way to make these delicious cakes. And was currently handing them out. Mostly to the poor and children, but also to anyone who might be interested.]
III – The Haunted Gallery
Quite unsettling, yes. But is it truly that terrifying?
[He was busily observing some of the artwork on the walls. Watching the eyes as the eyes watched him. Not wholly impressed by the whole matter, but still finding it somewhat amusing in its effects.]
Though, I must wonder if they may do something more than simply glare holes into you. I did hear from those before us that a few may pass on a curse to you.
[How whimsical!]
[WILDCARD]
[If you don’t see anything you like here let me know, or simply write one up that you’d rather do~. Feel free to also check out the plotting post here if you want~.]
I, action
Somewhere along the way a noise seemed to enter his consciousness. The thumping of a heart, yes, - louder and louder, and more than one heart, many more, until his mind was nothing but a sea of noise.
But that, too, was not unfamiliar to Ardyn, not after the many years of turning people into demons. He kept an amused - if somewhat condescending - smile on his face as the story wound on, and then joined in the clapping once the performance was over. ]
A truly masterful show, my friend! I must congratulate you on your skill as a storyteller.
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Colette Brunel l Tales of Symphonia
[Something she is fearful about or worried over. That would be a long list. Colette almost isn't sure where to start. But the main thing she comes up with:
'I am nervous on the future. What I want to do. I've never really thought about it until now.'
Because, while she did like the idea of traveling with Lloyd. She hadn't really figured beyond that. Given she never expected to have a future. She never was supposed to live past sixteen. Given her Journey and all. So this is the main thing she is worried about in figuring what she wants to do, at least, back home. Here she's figured her little café. It's enough, for here. When she isn't sure how long she'll be around but wants to keep herself busy and try help somehow or other.]
Haunted Art
[ooc: for costumes: this one but with a witch hat instead of the horns.]
Wasn't.....wasn't that one in that other painting?
[While generally oblivious, Colette could sometimes be perceptive. Somewhat. Sometimes. She has noticed the same figure in multiple paintings now that seems to be following, watching them? Colette frowns slightly, tilting her head at the painting in seeing the figure yet again, curious and confused.]
Scavenger Hunt:
Huh?
[Colette was sure she saw something move out the corner of her eye. Sometimes. Sometimes she really does miss her enhanced sight and hearing, her Angelic abilities she no longer has access to. Then she would probably better sense what that was. As it is she is a little late in turning to glance to find the dolls. She does head in that direction though. In trying to follow as they giggle and run away from her.
Probably leading her right.....yup. Right to a mimic, as she gets a little too close in chasing after the doll. Colette cries out, struggling against the branches and really wishes she had her Angelic strength to break herself free of this easily.]
scavenger hunt
[Using her Tiger Racket, Garnet launches a projectile at the tongue with surprising accuracy. It's not a very strong impact, but she's hoping it'll be enough to startle it into letting Colette down.
Incidentally, she might have noticed before getting captured that one of those dolls has dark hair in the same style as Garnet's...]
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Kyo Sohma l Fruits Basket
[Kyo has plenty to potentially use in unloading on his worries or such. He's the Cat, after all. His existence was to make the rest of the Sohma feel better about themselves. Of course his life was not easy. He bites at his lower lip at the message, considering for a moment before he writes.]
I'm worried I'll leave her alone. That I won't ever feel ready in admitting how I feel.
[Because why? Why tell her when it won't necessarily go anywhere? Given he would just be locked away. Of course it would only hurt her the more if they did admit their feelings to each other and try start something. Given his being the Cat. Let alone Akito. What Akito might do to her if they found out. No, it's best if he keeps his feelings for Tohru to himself. As obvious as he might be to everyone else with half a brain and eyes.]
Haunted Art:
Eh? Is that portrait.....it feels like it's watching us.
[It's probably just a trick of the light or whatever though. Surely. So Kyo tells himself, still not necessarily so used to this magic and all. Or perhaps it's another painting instead. He will be quick in pulling whoever his partner is from the flying fruit aimed their way though. Reaching and pulling them back by the elbow.]
Watch out.
Dolls:
Wh -- the tree?!
[It's a mimic. Not that he is necessarily all that familiar with video games with this sort of thing. Kyo isn't the strongest but he does know how to fight, does try punching, pulling at the branches when he sees someone stuck to it like that. Trying to help. Distracted from finding the dolls given he found someone like this and all.]
Worrigami
It carries her to Kyo before placing her down, gently almost, and erupting in a burst of butterflies. She watches them dissipate with a sort of baffled expression before turning to the young man.]
Um, g-good afternoon.
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1. Worrigamous Relationship
2. Early To Bed
3. Cursed Doll Watch
4. Not-so-extreme Restraints
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"...I don't really understand the purpose of this 'game'," he says eventually.
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Fran | Final Fantasy XII
[i]
[To say Fran has misgivings about the idea of putting one's worries down on something that can be made tangible might be an understatement. Not that she doesn't have worries. She does. They are simply something that she chooses to not speak of - worries or no, there is nothing that can be done to change them, and she can hardly imagine that writing them down on a piece of paper will change that.
And so... she considers. Waits in silence for long moments as she glances at what others are doing and what seems to be happening as a result.
Eventually, however, she does finally put words to paper. (That I have asked what I should not have, to more than one person.)
The second answer comes easier (Regret, though there had been no better choice.), and when she's finished, the papers twist and shift into a miniature coeurl, which leaps gracefully from her hands before disappearing amongst the crowd.]
[ii]
[Dealing with monsters, on the other hand, is something that she has long since become familiar with. True, she is hardly about to make an attempt to be rid of every monster she sees - small as most of them seem to be, there is no need to she figures - but if she comes across someone who seems to be having trouble she's willing enough to help, should it be within her power to do so.]
{Scavenger Hunt}
[Of all the choices available, it's the scavenger hunt that appeals the most to Fran. And perhaps to no great surprise: even newly snatched from her world and with precious little ability to take to the skies, she is still a sky pirate, and cursed though the dolls may be said to be, so too have any of a number of artifacts across Ivalice been claimed to be.
(She is, perhaps, not yet accustomed to the reality of this world, or the abilities being offered for display, but surely that is only to be expected.)
She is not however, expecting that the trees might be anything less than trees - while Ivalice has its share of mimics, they are more often found pretending to be treasure chests or crystals. (And though there are tree-like monsters, those are easy enough to distinguish at a glance.)
As such, she is very much not expecting the long tongue that reaches out to grab her by the arm, and though she struggles to pull herself free, she seems to be well and truly caught.]
worrigami i, with room to segue into ii later
Nothing you wish to talk about, I take it.
[That, he supposes, was the whole point of this worrigami business.]
You always can, if you change your mind.
Sasuke Uchiha | Naruto
A.
The crow cackles: "Just write down your feelings already, kid!" ]
I already told you — I'm not doing something this pointless!
[ Sasuke starts to pull the pieces of paper from his collar, tossing them to the ground. He raises his foot, ready to stomp on them, maybe grind them beneath his feet for good measure, when his familiar pipes up again.
"I'll just get more. You can't put this off forever, you little punk." ]
Damn it.
B. (For Mash)
So he shoves the sheets of paper into one of his pouches, thinking that would be that.
His familiar has other thoughts. The damn bird pesters him about them, tugging on his hair, digging the papers out, getting more origami when Sasuke tosses the first batch into his campfire. It's a battle of wills. One that Sasuke loses, if only because he's grown tired of the constant annoyance.
Damn it.
With a withering glare at his familiar, he sits down and starts to write. Like most things Sasuke does, it's short, sweet, and brutally to the point: This place has made me weak. I won't be able to do anything if he shows up here.
And how does it make him feel? He glowers down at the piece of paper, before writing Annoyed in thick, angry strokes.
The papers fuse, shift, and fold into an origami snake. Sasuke watches as it slithers off. Once again, as he casts his familiar one more irritated look, he thinks that must be the end of things.
It's not. The origami snake returns, expands to great size, and hauls Sasuke off to find the person whose emotions match his.
Accursed Thanks
A. A Demand
Unfortunately, it looks like he needs a partner. Ugh.
He scans the crowds, looking for — ]
Hey, you. Let's go.
B. Haunted Gallery
He pauses in front of one of the paintings, stepping from one side of it to the other, watching as its eyes follow him. ]
Is this supposed to be scary...?
C. Blind Box
He doesn't really want to stick his hand in the water, though, so he turns to his partner expectantly. ]
Let's get this over with already.
D. Wildcard
Worrigami B!
She fought back a bit at first but when she realized the paper palm didn't seem to mean any harm, had calmed down and let it transport her. It caught up with the snake mid-way and carefully sat the girl down before erupting into a burst of butterflies. So strange. What was all this about??
"Eh? Um, h-hello!" she announced to the snake and the still-invisible Sasuke it was towing.
haunted gallery
C Blind Box