Character Carnival

Mary walked down the stairs, "I'll let you think about it."

OOC: I'll be mostly off.

Polly turned to Valentine, the map still in her hands. "Should we begin?"

Kiora formed a familiar handsign, teleporting back to the living room in front of a very startled Grimm.

"What's going on?" he asked, looking up from his chair.

"We're moving out," she said. "You gonna be okay?"

Valentine nodded to Polly. "Best get going before I feel the urge to insult someone else who would leave me as a smear on the wall." She bent down to look at the map. "What should we check first? I have a feeling about the concession area myself, but what do you think?"

edited 24th Apr '11 8:45:07 PM by GIG

"Good idea," Polly said. "I walked by there earlier. It seems like a good place to start."

The team of two walked out of Mary's home and towards the fair grounds, mentally preparing to face whatever they would find there.

Ah, Cyrus could feel it clearly now. A demon, twirling around like a top near the tilt-a-whirl. Projectile vomiting at him.

He got out of the way as the vomit splattered onto the fence on the other side of the main streetway. Disgusting. He nailed it with a dart, then shot it in the head before it even hit the ground.

He didn't want to get anywhere near it, and exorcised it away, then sent another terrified ghost away as well before it could be attacked by some other demon.

Heading to bed soon.

edited 24th Apr '11 9:00:03 PM by CrystalGlacia

"Probably," Grimm said. "Where we heading?"

"I'm thinking we should head to the Ferris Wheel," Kiora said, flattening the map on the coffee table. "With me back at full strength, I can get us out of there better than anyone else if it comes down."

"Works for me," he replied. He picked up his rifle and straightened his helmet. "What do you think we're gonna find?"

Kiora sighed as she led the way out the door. "I wish I knew."

OOC: I gotta go, I have school tomorrow

edited 24th Apr '11 9:03:27 PM by GIG

Good night, everybody.

Night, all

OOC: This is my last post before going off. I'll expect everyone to be busy during the week.

Feel free to roleplay the rox. It is simply a dumb but large bird-of-prey that attacks and attacks.

Mary walked through the carnival, using her flashlight to cast a beam of hope into the darkness. She held a large black umbrella, which shield her from the rainfull. The sky had changed from a light gray to a dark twilight blue, turning every building into a black silhouette. The rain was now more light, a trinkle from the sky, but the misty vapors made the place looked even darker. The music from the speakers had stopped when she turned the intercom, but she imagined a dreary slow song in her head, with a guitar, a violen, and a xlyophone.

It was the perfect battlefield for the spirits.

"I shouldn't have gone alone." she thought, exhaling.

Meanwhile, on the top of a swaying tent, a large rox, looked down at the visitors, examining them. The rox was yet another Manifestation, created long ago from the ghost of a presistant bird. It turned its head to the side, its yellow eyes gleaming in the dark. It kept its wings to the side, because if they were out, it would measure fifteen feet.

The humans would make such a great meal.

Ha! We have a successful CDT! Hooray for Earth! I live over here in the far East so I'm actually posting this from school right now, one day ahead. Also if the ghosts feed on negative emotions or just general negativity, what would that make Grimm?

I'll tell you what ghosts in my 'verse do.

The ghosts dwell here for a variety of reasons. Some of them died here, some of them may have fond memories of the place, and some of them may have come here from far away for emotional support from other ghosts, because the ghosts in my 'verse are invisible and impossible for most people to hear. Since this place seems to be deserted, they don't really seem to be here to feed on negativity.

The demons, however, are here to prey on the ghosts. Neither probably care about Grimm much, unless they're really, really hungry. Other people's ghosts may want to prey on him, but not mine.

Cyrus continued his crawl throughout the park.

...Where did that pig-ghost go off to?

edited 24th Apr '11 9:50:22 PM by CrystalGlacia

Demons and fictions.

He gently clutched the outside of his sweatshirt pockets, then moving down to those of his jeans. Most of the knives he had taken from quarries, found abandoned or cadged from places that would not miss them. Some were small and simple switchblades, others naval grade and dagger-like. Most were steel, a few ceramic, others iron or—yes—silver, for special cases. As many were lost as retrieved, the number and make ever changing.

But one remained, always.

He brought his hand to his chest, clutching the oddly-shaped blade so carefully concealed. If necessary, it would always be there for him. The plot would demand it, would it not? Either that, or certain death.

His mouth minced.

In either case, he could wait.

No posts while I was gone? I are disappointed. Let's start the day with some nice description.

A tingle went up Mary's spine. She stopped in her tracks, as if she had hit a brick wall. Her nose wrinkled, and her eyes widened. She was in the upper-right section of the carnival, in front of the Top Spin. It consisted of a passenger platform connected to two beams that made it spin around. The yellow and red paint was chipped and faded, and the fence around it had holes in the chain link.

Although she didn't see any spirits—or Manifestations—around, Mary was having the same feeling that she had when the passenger car attacked her. It was like she stepped into a predator's territory, and it had her in its sight. She looked behind her back. There was nothing but rain, gravel, and pieces of paper.

There were too many pieces of paper.

The paper was floating in the wind, blocking the way where she came from. They rotated in a clockwise position, as if they were alive. A menacing yellow aura emitted from them.

"Oh no..." she reached for her gun, which was attached to a holster on her thigh. She lifted up her foot, and unstrapped it. She carefully picked up the holster, and attached it to a belt ring sewn into her jeans. She reach for the gun...

An unearthly screech rang out in the carnival, echoing. She ducked down and covered her rings. Her heartbeat quickened, and her fear heightened.

"It's..." Mary thought, "It's..."

The paper flown into the air.

OOC: What time is it at the carnival? Is it still the same day?

edited 25th Apr '11 1:04:21 PM by BetsyandtheFiveAvengers

So while we all were gone, my friend's grandma made peanut butter cookies. I've been keeping my friend up to date with the thread. Hilarity Ensued.

Kiora and Grimm made their way, cautiously, to the base of the creaking Ferris Wheel.

"Damn," Grimm muttered as he looked up at the decrepit ride. "Thing's just waiting to come down."

Movement above them made Kiora jump to the ready, but it was just the wind moving the passenger carts. She settled back into a normal stance. "This would be a lot easier if I had any idea what I was looking for," she grumbled.

It's likely day, but the storm is probably darkening the sky too much for it to matter.

"If you sense a demon near you, do not turn to face it." Amy's soft voice echoed in Cyrus' mind.

To his right, he could feel a strange... paranormal... presence. It was strong, indicating it was near, but it wasn't anything he recognized. It was distinct from the piggy bank, as well.

He continued walking across the way, pretending not to notice it. Demons tend to grow extremely agitated if you make eye contact with them. They also tended to lack common sense- if you pretend not to notice them, then they often assumed that you didn't notice them, even as they try to ignore your silver-wrought stench.

He went inside a booth and peeked at the presence. Hm, slips of paper... no energy form...

Good thing he didn't throw a dart at it, it would've hit Mary instead.

...What was she doing? Is that a holster, does she honestly think steel bullets are going to hurt a nonphysical demon?

Actually, it's after dinner time.

The slips of paper flew around in the sky, acting like a yellow, glowing beacon. They dance around, bending their soggy bodies into several postions. They started to fold themselves into paper airplanes, and their tips pointed down at the ground.

The roc saw the paper and took off, gliding towards where they were pointing. That must mean there was a human to feed on there.

"What's all that yellow light?" Grimm asked, pointing at a glow coming from over several stalls and tents.

"I have no idea," Kiora said, frowning. "But I can-"

She stopped herself as her Byakugan activated. Something big was on the move, not as gigantic as a dragon, but still dangerous.

"What is it?" the soldier asked, his head on a swivel. "What's going on?"

"C'mon," Kiora said, leading the way towards the yellow glow. "Something's happening."

Now she had a clear view of the air as she ran. It seemed they would beat their airborne foe to the source of that glow.

They rounded the corner and saw Mary; Cyrus was in a booth several feet away.

edited 25th Apr '11 1:57:56 PM by animemetalhead

Mary was looking up at the pieces of paper in the sky. She held her gun up with both hands. It might be useless, but if they decide to join together, the gun might work in that case.

Suddenly, the roc landed right next to Mary, flinging her to the nearest booth.

I have to go to piano lessions.

Suddenly, Cyrus felt something overhead.

Something big.

He leapt out of the booth window and felt around for it.

It was gliding. Gliding towards the paper. Gliding towards Mary.

Gliding towards a civilian.

It landed in front of her.

Cyrus instinctively grabbed a dart and nailed it in the back.

Chihuahua, it's your ghost; you decide if the silver dart did anything.

edited 25th Apr '11 2:05:07 PM by CrystalGlacia

"Dammit!" Kiora shouted, springing into motion. She hurled a kunai at the massive bird, burying it in the beast's back. She'd have to check on Mary later.

She forced chakra into her legs, sprinting to close the distance. She didn't know if Cyrus' dart had done any damage, but she wanted to be there if it didn't.

edited 25th Apr '11 2:05:59 PM by animemetalhead

Polly and Valentine ran out of the concession area when they noticed the commotion. Polly skidded to a stop. Did the demons appear that everyone was talking about?

"Let's just wait," Polly said. "I don't want to step on anyone's toes."

Grimm leaped to a crouch, bringing his weapon to bear on the creature some distance away. His weapon's stock was at his shoulder, the sights trained on the winged beast downrange. "Cover!" He squeezed off a couple of shots at it, semiautomatic.