Creeping Dust ][ A Ghost Dog
08 November 2012 @ 06:08 pm
[ This man has not fallen into the fountain, but he is still sopping wet, his black hair in dripping tendrils across his face. The black armor he wears is slick with the rain water, with mud and and blood too dark to really make out against the dark leather. It was raining on the battlefield last night (moment's before) and he is... not amused. He pauses briefly, to use the edge of his sodden cloak to wipe off his face, what little good it does him. He flexes a gloved fist, and then he turns to regard his surroundings.

A portal. Who would have the power for such a portal? A Spider could weave it, could pry it open with the fire of a Crocodile's heart. A Rat could scurry through it, but never spirit him through one so easily. A Dog would not betray him so. He cannot be here. Cannot waste time, cannot be diverted. There are men to lead and men to kill.

He pushes his hair back off of his brow, smiling at a passerby. It's a friendly enough expression, there's something about the set of his lips, a cagey little smile as if he knows a joke and he is not telling. But still, there's something edging its way in, a tenseness around the edge of his mouth and eyes; there if you're sharp enough to see it, but how many of you can claim to know him that well?

He's an interesting sight. Dripping wet, heavily armored, smiling lazily. And he's coming to approach you. He has questions that need to be answered. ]



[[ooc; I'm weak. Also trapped in class and bored. Halp me.]]
 
 
Saya Otonashi
08 November 2012 @ 07:02 pm
[Between one moment and the next, a cocoon has appeared in the zoo. It's in a tropical place, humid and sticky like its own gossamer surface. A latticework of support-threads keep it held upright and inside is the veiled figure of a humanoid creature, visible because of a red-tinted illumination from within. It pulses softly, as if the entire structure is alive.]

[Animals or insects that happen to be nearby might scatter at an unseen, unheard queue. After a pause it becomes apparent why as there's a shift, the cocoon going dark. A creak, then a fracture, taking mere moments to cobweb across the entirety. The first crack brings with it a rush of discolored, viscous fluid which breaks off jagged bits of shell. A delicate, pale hand appears, the arm and shoulder following as the creature inside slides free, and the lithe figure of a nude young lady falls out onto the ground. Her impossibly long black hair snakes over her back and legs, barely covering her prone form.]

[Her thoughts can not form words -- she has no language -- but her instinct fully active. Survive, it tells her. Move. And so her limbs twitch, shaking as if in disuse. She stirs, but does not lift her head.]


((OOC: Saya Otonashi intro! She has no memories of who she is, and can't really talk or do much, so please halp? Anyone who can sense vampires/superhumans is welcome to be pinged if they wish!))
 
 
Mako
The deities behind this place, besides cursing us... what else are they good for?
 
 
Mako
08 November 2012 @ 10:19 pm
You guys around? We need to have a little talk.



ooc; apologies on the spam!