[ The nightmares at the start of the curse might have been somewhat of a give-away, but Clint's used to them; Loki, pulling his strings, the blood on his hands, a struggling fight to regain the control that's always just out of reach, Phil's name amongst the dead. He carries the guilt around with him every day without fail, and no matter what Natasha told him, how much reassurance she gave that it wasn't his fault, he knows better. And when he wakes in a cold sweat, lingering ice blue in his eyes and pallid complexion staring back at him in the mirror, he tends not to think too much on it beyond it being another day and the knowledge that he's still alive.

But as a creature with Loki's face bursts into the apartment, banging down the door after some effort, hissing taunts, following him around and always managing to catch up no matter how much he shakes it off, he realises something isn't right. That, and there are others visible through windows and openly wandering the streets. He stays up high as much as possible when it's clear staying still isn't an option, coming down only for supplies - food, water, arrows - and takes aim, helping fleeing and terrified victims in slowing down their own demons.

A part of him comes to realise that these things can only be killed by those they are connected to, and anything he does to any of them other than Loki can only slow them down, hold them off for a while, but he takes his time in killing his own, knowing the thing would rather shadow him, to remind him of its power and the damage it can do, bringing up things he wants to forget and can't than attack others, so he lets himself be haunting until he can't take it any more, until even he knows he doesn't deserve to bear the burden any longer.

The thing comes up behind him when he waits on the roof of his apartment building like a sitting duck, but he knows it's there, expects it, and he drops the bow in his hand in favour of focusing on the blade he's wielding instead. He takes it down with some effort, the two of them rolling around for a time as they each try to get the upper-hand, and Clint's device flies from his pocket at some point, switching on with the knock of a button against the surface. He's tired, exhausted even, and it shows, but the second he manages to pin Loki down - the ghoul, whatever the hell it is - and holds him there long enough, Clint brings up the thick blade and drives it down, hard, and without mercy, stabbing the thing straight through the heart, digging the dagger in as deep as possible, twisting it, a hand around the things throat to make it stop hissing. He doesn't stop, doesn't let go until the thing - Loki - stops.

He pulls the dagger free, sitting back on his feet and slumping forward, slowly catching his breath. ]

Guess you were right, I do have heart. [ He's got an arrow in hand, twirling it around, and when he finds the momentum to move, he pushes himself forward and drives the arrowhead straight through his eye, a bitter smirk on his face. ] That's for Phil you sorry piece of shit.


[ OOC: Because I'm late in posting this, Clint can be found at any point throughout the event as far as action goes - on the ground, up high, generally running around wherever works for whatever - and willing to help out anyone who needs it that he crosses paths with. ]

[text]

New arrivals this month¹:

1. Hermione Granger
2. Al Brown
3. George Ace
4. Phil
5. Unnamed young woman with light-coloured skin, silver hair, violet eyes, no other distinguishing features²
6. Toul
7. Lin Bei Fong

_{1: Specters not included.
2: If you can provide a name, please do so for the purpose of further classification.}

[video]

[When it switches to video, Nobori gives the camera a salute.]

I request your forgiveness for the delay and thank you for your patience; unexpected circumstances prevented me from announcing this earlier this month. [As always, his delivery makes it sound more like he's using the phone as a stand-in for a public address system.]

I hope to announce the new arrivals at the start of each month, starting next month...!

If I've missed someone in my list, please correct me. Also, if anyone knows the name of the mysterious seventh person on this list, it would be of great help to me if you would share it with me. I'd prefer for this list to be complete.

That is all.

Onwards, to the next station! All aboard! [Nobori smiles and then makes one of his characteristic broad, dramatic pointing gestures, entirely forgetting that he's previously injured his upper arm— until it reminds him with a sharp pain that makes him end the recording with a grimace, while clutching at his bandages.

Chandela makes a sympathetic sound from somewhere off-screen.]

((He meant what he said back then! Nobori has been keeping track of everyone (seemingly) new t o the network because he's a workaholic; he didn't count the zombies, of course, but he couldn't tell that the senshi were older denizens under a curse. xD;;;))

[video;]

Ooooooooooooooooooooooookay! Up up up! ALL of you beasties. Let us start the show!

[She starts to clap her hands. Shiny metallic fingernails glitter as she sets a beat. Behind her, all spiffed and straightened are all those nasty ghouls! They're walking, no, marching. Stomps and clomps with a clinking of metal and coins they make their way.]

Left and right. Again and again.

[Music plays without end. What a sizable procession! It keeps going right from the stadium. Not a ghoul is stepping out of line, and they all are keeping perfect time paying no mind at all to the citizens and places they pace. This is a sight to be hold. Why, a black parade of dead to be exact. On they go through the snow, to the Drowning Pool. By the time they reach the waters, the sun has set.]

Dive~! Submerge! Plunge!

[The procession goes into the water. Ice is nothing when you're deceased, it shatters. Lina sways and stomps waiting as bubbles rise. For those patient enough to keep observing the lengthening hours can see that the ghouls are retrieving ruins bit by bit. This is not a fast task. Hours and hours into the night, still they toil to retrieve...something. It must have been something once. Up it goes before it stands on an island surrounded by the waters in the early light of day. The ghouls remain on that freshly raised mass.

The orchestrations stop and for one long moment there is no sound. Lina taps her lips.]

[ooc: The procession from the stadium to the lake lasts from the late afternoon until nightfall. All of the mysterious work after will continue slowly through the chilly night to show the newly raised island to the world Sunday morning. Characters are welcomed to observe from a safe distance. Do not disturb~! (It's for the best.)]

The Welcome Center. Does it run off of volunteers?

[Yep. That's it. Not one for long conversations, or facial expressions, even.]

[Action;]

[Option A] [Now that the ghouls are no longer a threat: The dress and thin jacket Yin's wearing? That's all she came with (aside from the long socks and shoes), so now she's doing the practical thing and looking for a proper coat to deal with the weather. She can be found in multiple shops, though she will not make contact with anyone. In fact, if someone looks at her, it might feel like she returns their gaze by looking beyond them, then turning away.]

[Her movements are pretty slow, and while she's not visibly shaking, much, the cold has taken a toll. Time to get this done. Find a decent, well priced coat she can afford on the stipend (that isn't going to last but a few months).]

[Option B] [Coat bundled up around her, a scarf, and even gloves, Yin takes some time to properly lift her face to the moon and just stays there for a while, gaze completely fixated as she's bathed in silvery light. Yeah, now is not the best time approach her, though she will simply go with the flow if someone does.]

[Option C] [Free-form option! Anything in the apartment she shares with Mao before, or after, the coat buying, or miscellaneous ideas.]

Wonderful.


[Guess whose house has a ruckus going on in their "backyard". There's several miles between his place and the Drowning Pool, but vamp guy's got heightened senses. Knowing the history of that place doesn't really thrill him none either.]