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poly_chromatic2013-04-07 03:34 am
mortemscintilla) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-04-07 03:34 am
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♦ ♦ 22nd Contract
[ He hasn't come to work since Friday. He hasn't checked in with Yin or Mao. He hasn't even appeared Topside, much less dropped by his apartment. It's not until Sunday night that he resurfaces. He feels like he's floating. The City is a jewel box -- he's never seen it this way, dotted with lives that glow in the dark, a universe of glittering candles. Each one begging to be snuffed out. ]
[ He's already made a number of kills Underground. Sweets in a candystore. Each victim tasted of something different. Sugary, bitter, salty, tart -- a feast of flavors to enhance his senses. In a gust, he crosses the lake at Xanadu. With his new night-vision, everything shimmers. He stares for awhile at the dark water, absorbing the undercurrents of life. Feeling, after years of isolation and disconnection, like he's intricately linked to the City -- to the deaths that've swept by, temporary or permanent, to all the violence and suffering. He can read layers of history in one glance, like the transparent pages of a book. ]
[ This place is full of souls and feelings. But both his: absent as torn limbs. ]
[ Tonight, he'll go collecting to fill the void. ]
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[ He's already made a number of kills Underground. Sweets in a candystore. Each victim tasted of something different. Sugary, bitter, salty, tart -- a feast of flavors to enhance his senses. In a gust, he crosses the lake at Xanadu. With his new night-vision, everything shimmers. He stares for awhile at the dark water, absorbing the undercurrents of life. Feeling, after years of isolation and disconnection, like he's intricately linked to the City -- to the deaths that've swept by, temporary or permanent, to all the violence and suffering. He can read layers of history in one glance, like the transparent pages of a book. ]
[ This place is full of souls and feelings. But both his: absent as torn limbs. ]
[ Tonight, he'll go collecting to fill the void. ]
Options For Run-Ins:
Xanadu: Not too far from the Zoo, there's a pocket in the air. An invisible web. The air there -- except it isn't the air, it's an illusion of the space containing the air -- wobbles like half-set Jell-o when you pass through. Once there, you'll find yourself caught. Frozen in place. No need to scream. In the inverse of space, no one can hear you. But your soul will make a tasty addition to the Reaper's assortment.
Out In Town: In the crush of the crowd, take care not to let your eyes stray. If you do, you'll see a tiny glow in the dark mouth of an alley. A firefly? A glowstick? The pretty aureole of light seems to call your name. Come closer. Yes, closer~ And let the Reaper's cold hands close around your throat.
Creeping: You're wandering alone down the nighttime streets. There are no footsteps behind you, but you feel a prickle down your spine. A sudden wave of disquiet, like the chill called Someone's walking on my grave. When you turn around, there's nothing there. Just your imagination, surely. It's only when you glance back, that you're face to face with your hunter. Don't panic; don't run. It only hurts for a moment. Like a lover's pinch, isn't that what they say?
[ OOC: Hit with What's In A Name, Hei has become a literal Black Reaper/Shinigami. That comes with the erroneous belief that he needs to collect your souuuuuls. Be warned, for this curse, he has a few of the abilities to match a Grim Reaper, but he'll be back to normal by Monday. Post is action only since, well, ain't no shinigami got time for a social life. As always, MASSIVELY BACKTAG FRIENDLY<3 ]