The stench of death is in the air. ( And you better believe she knows that stench well. Far too well. ) I suggest that everyone take an additional day off of work and keep to themselves.

( Even if they happen to be rotting. She is beginning to wonder if that's exactly what some citizens are doing. )

( Private to Setsuna. )

Keep to the air for your travels until the danger passes.

( / )

( Private to Lucifer. )

It reminds me of Jahannam. Surely there are ghouls wandering the streets.

Do you feel at home?

( / )

[There's a worried looking Tohru, at first.] Korra, Jinora, I really hope you both aren't out in this! I'll be home soon. [In fact, the scenery behind her isn't far from the apartment she shares with them.]

But this is awful! They look like they're suffering, falling apart. But they're attacking other people! Why?

[She hears a scream and stops, jaw tightening. A first for some - Tohru looks downright angry. Well, as angry as she can look. The device shuts off right then.]


[Action]

[And when she shuts off the device she uses her bag to smack the ghoul in front of her that was about to grab and bite someone else. Of course, this does nothing to really hinder the ghoul but make it turn to growl at Tohru.] I'm sorry, but I can't let you hurt anyone!



[ooc: Feel free to be the person she just saved (maybe they didn't even need the help), jump in and save her, or just try to talk sense to her over video.]

[Wintery forest and a dark figure collapsed in the snow can be seen behind him. Nonhuman "chorus" sings off in the distance.]

[Chortling] City, did you honestly expect me to fall for that??!!

*click*


[Poor facsimile of Jan in more ways than one. Easy kill. No hesitation or guilt with that one aimed shot. Didn't bother kicking snow over the body. Bargain basement copy wasn't his brother; could feed the crows for all he cared.

"Wassailers" got louder. Luke waited for them to show. Follow-up act probably wouldn't be quite as hilarious as the first.

Hellsing soldiers staggered into view. Not the true ghouls of his (or any) homeworld, but common flesh-eating zombies - Romeros - doing a silly masquerade. Like he did at his brother's copy, Luke laughed at them. Spurned into attack mode, soldiers tried to grab and tackle. Instead of giving each brain a bullet, Luke teased. Grinning blond be within reach then not. Around and around they danced.

Grinning blond vanished.

Soldiers meandered, got their bearings, and resumed the hunt for him.

Miles away, Luke gazed back over his shoulder, smiling at the milling dots. Tenacious soldiers would serve a dual purpose: Personal timer to keep him from lingering too long amidst the curse's chaos while gathering information, and a handy distraction for use on overly inquisitive others.]

[It's dark, and Andrew is walking, lost in thought, looking thoughtful, recording video although he uncharacteristically hasn't said anything to the camera yet. Though there have been whisperings of something strange and eerie happening in the City, his mind seems to be on something else. That is, until, he hears something behind him.]

Who's there?

[The irritation in his voice is obvious, until a woman steps out of the shadows, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly.]

What are you doing here?

[The woman approaches him, stepping into the light slightly, her clothes covered in blood, looking somewhere between confused and angry, and finally speaks.]

You... killed... me...

[Andrew is already backing up, reaching into his jacket for something, a weapon perhaps. The snarl on his face is one that most people in the City haven't been treated to, and he spits his words with no small amount of venom.]

Don't come any closer.

[The woman continues to approach, frightening smile on her face, still speaking, almost teasingly.]

Happy... birthday... Mr. Ryan...

[[OOC: Andrew is being attacked! Come help him fight off the ghouls, or help him run away, or... communicate with him via video and mock him or something.]]

[ Spider-Man stands on some rooftop or other, holding the camera in front of him as he speaks. ]

So City, I hear there are some Utlimates or Avengers-type people around. Are you guys active? 'Cause I'd like to join up. I'm a member back home, so--

[ There's a banging sound as the door to the roof clangs open, and an indistinct grumble of someone stepping out. ]

Hey, man, I'm kind of filming something here. I'll be gone in a minute.

[ From off screen, the other man speaks in a raspy and guttural voice, ]

You are just... like... me...

[ It's impossible to tell with the mask on, but Miles' expression is one of total terror. His posture goes rigid, shaking with fear. ]

No, no that's impossible....

RRAAAAAUGGHHHH!!!

[ The stranger rushes at Miles, tackling him and sending them both falling off the edge of the roof. As the device falls from Miles' grip, you get a glimpse of the man attacking him. He looks burnt to hell, and is wearing a head to toe skintight suit like Spider-Man, but is obviously much older. As bodies and device hit the ground, the feed cuts to black. ]


[ ooc: For reference, Miles is being attacked by his Uncle Aaron. ]

[ See Karl. ]

[ See Karl glowering. ]

[ See Karl livid. ]

I don't care about these damned ghouls. I hope they make each and every one of you squeal like bitty piglets. What I want to know which one of you did it. You know what I'm talking about. Who was it?

[ His eyes glow red. ]

Tell me.

[ OOC: Fallout of the weekend and Hatter's Diety trade. Someone is a ken-doll and not happy. Feel free to poke him, but don't expect an answer unless he knows you well xD ]