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asgardeventide2012-09-02 02:24 pm
playerkills) wrote in asgardeventide2012-09-02 02:24 pm
006 ☾ voice
[ Obon had already passed by the looks of the seasons, but that doesn't stop some people from celebrating it and doing something remotely related to the summer season. Normals always told their friends ghost stories around this time of the year, so some practice will do her good. It isn't often that this particular deep, spooky voice crops up on the network, but the time she chose was a particularly quiet one in the evening. Those who know her will be able to discern its owner - Yozora. This gloomy tone is the one she usually speaks with, but it sets the mood perfectly. ]
The end of summer, the start of fall. It is during these two seasons that the world pays its respects to the spirits of the afterlife. I wouldn't say that those of this ethereal plane are above us, figuratively speaking. Yet for many generations, haven't humans always been most afraid of what they don't know? Strange occurrences that cannot be explained, - it's almost laughable how these mysteries hold so much power over us.
[ She cackles, and she didn't even need to practice two hours to perfect it. There is nothing but silence that follows. ]
What if I told you they were true? Just because we cannot comprehend these happenings doesn't allow us to simply dismiss them. Although belief is waning, tradition remains strong. There must be a reason behind it all, don't you agree?
Well then, shall we revive that tradition tonight?
I heard this from a local in the Baldr district. It happened long before the disease spread, when the city still had its color...
The protagonist of this story is... let's call her K. She had a friend - we'll call her M. K and M were the best of friends ever since they met by the lake at Gefion Park. Since then, they would do everything together, and they easily got along because they liked the same things. However, there came a time when they also liked the same boy. Fron that point onward, it was clear that their friendship wasn't going to last forever. Now, K was an outgoing girl who had many friends. M, on the other hand, was very timid. K took advantage of this and bullied M without hesitation or remorse. Libel, slander, the looks of disgust on everyone's faces and jeering from the crowd as she walked by... it was enough to drive M to commit suicide. One summer night, she drowned herself in the lake. Her pallid, lifeless face on the surface of the lake would haunt the city for weeks.
K felt guilty for what she did, but as the seasons passed, she slowly forgot about M. But, ever since M's death, a string of unfortunate events began to occur. At first, they were nothing but lost items and gusts of wind, but soon, they progressed into looping labyrinths and cryptic messages that only K would understand.
Exactly a year had passed after M's death. It was a cold summer night just like that day she drowned. That day passed by with no strange occurrences, but when K got in bed just to find her own name on the ceiling written in blood, that did it for her. In the middle of the night, she ran to the lake to sob and beg for forgiveness. But the wind only grew stronger and stronger...
It forced the girl to get on her knees and break her fall with her hands. She happened to look at the lake, and there she saw the face of a friend she thought she'd never see again.
No one saw the girl after that, but they say that if you look into the lake at this hour, she might get you...
[ Another cackle and a strong gust of wind from the window closes Yozora's story. ]
Who wants to go next?
(ooc: People are welcome to post their own stories as well, be it in video, text or voice. Others are free to reply to the stories with their character's reactions and comments. In other words, treat this post like a mingle log!)
The end of summer, the start of fall. It is during these two seasons that the world pays its respects to the spirits of the afterlife. I wouldn't say that those of this ethereal plane are above us, figuratively speaking. Yet for many generations, haven't humans always been most afraid of what they don't know? Strange occurrences that cannot be explained, - it's almost laughable how these mysteries hold so much power over us.
[ She cackles, and she didn't even need to practice two hours to perfect it. There is nothing but silence that follows. ]
What if I told you they were true? Just because we cannot comprehend these happenings doesn't allow us to simply dismiss them. Although belief is waning, tradition remains strong. There must be a reason behind it all, don't you agree?
Well then, shall we revive that tradition tonight?
I heard this from a local in the Baldr district. It happened long before the disease spread, when the city still had its color...
The protagonist of this story is... let's call her K. She had a friend - we'll call her M. K and M were the best of friends ever since they met by the lake at Gefion Park. Since then, they would do everything together, and they easily got along because they liked the same things. However, there came a time when they also liked the same boy. Fron that point onward, it was clear that their friendship wasn't going to last forever. Now, K was an outgoing girl who had many friends. M, on the other hand, was very timid. K took advantage of this and bullied M without hesitation or remorse. Libel, slander, the looks of disgust on everyone's faces and jeering from the crowd as she walked by... it was enough to drive M to commit suicide. One summer night, she drowned herself in the lake. Her pallid, lifeless face on the surface of the lake would haunt the city for weeks.
K felt guilty for what she did, but as the seasons passed, she slowly forgot about M. But, ever since M's death, a string of unfortunate events began to occur. At first, they were nothing but lost items and gusts of wind, but soon, they progressed into looping labyrinths and cryptic messages that only K would understand.
Exactly a year had passed after M's death. It was a cold summer night just like that day she drowned. That day passed by with no strange occurrences, but when K got in bed just to find her own name on the ceiling written in blood, that did it for her. In the middle of the night, she ran to the lake to sob and beg for forgiveness. But the wind only grew stronger and stronger...
It forced the girl to get on her knees and break her fall with her hands. She happened to look at the lake, and there she saw the face of a friend she thought she'd never see again.
No one saw the girl after that, but they say that if you look into the lake at this hour, she might get you...
[ Another cackle and a strong gust of wind from the window closes Yozora's story. ]
Who wants to go next?
(ooc: People are welcome to post their own stories as well, be it in video, text or voice. Others are free to reply to the stories with their character's reactions and comments. In other words, treat this post like a mingle log!)
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[ It's okay, she's scared shitless by her own story, too, Kurt. That's partly why she's on voice! ]
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YOZORA'S SCARED OF HER OWN STORY, YOU KNOW ]
What else were you expecting?
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[hahah yeah rion is ... not likely to. enjoy this story. whoops.]
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[ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ. ]
Trying to feign a voice of confidence, she ends up responding but one may or may not notice the slight fear in her voice. By her standards, she thought she was doing quite well at seeming unfazed by the story. ]
Is that the entire story, or was that just the prolouge?
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[ Yozora can smell fear a mile away, Ririchiyo. ]
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So yep she sounds thoroughly terrified.]
Is - is there really a ghost in the lake??
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It's just hearsay I've heard among the locals, so there's no way to verify it. Unless... you want to go and see for yourself.
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[ And yet it seems like he is pleased. At least, he's smiling.... ]
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I don't see any ghost. Do you have to look somewhere specific?
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A-ah... ah....
[ WHAT DO? ]
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[horror stories are lame bluh bluh]
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--What kind of friend would do that?
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[ Regina watches brightly at first, eager to hear a cool story being told. Her face becomes more and more horror-struck as Yozora goes on, however, until... ]
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[ well done ]
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What is scary, then?
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[Including the ghost part![
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Wow how did I forget about this
mori tags come to me
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I always think such stories work best in person, in any case. I think there's an appropriate location or two in the city for them, too.
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But ghost stories in person, huh? I don't know if I'll be able to handle a larger audience, but the Hel district seems like a good place to begin.
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oh shit pretend i was here all along
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That sounds serious! Why hasn't anyone investigated the lake yet?
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sorry for the late tag! kind of on a slowatus right now
no worries at all~! <3
so kind...
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This... one was on a flyer near my house. Does that count?
Once there was a man named Philip Games who was in love with an attractive young woman. In fact, you could say she was a VERY ATTRACTIVE WOMAN, SWEET with a SLIM BUILD. She had one peculiar trait, however: she always wore a black velvet ribbon around her neck and was never seen without it.
One day Games asked her to marry him. She said yes immediately as she was MARRIAGE-MINDED. “I’ll marry you on one condition,” she said. “Never touch the ribbon I wear around my neck.” He agreed to this seemingly insignificant concern and they were man and wife. Time went on and Games was very happy with his bride. She was a GOOD COOK, she liked CANDLELIGHT DINNERS and WALKS ON THE BEACH. Yet, every so often the question of the ribbon would nag at him, as he lay close to her, CUDDLING DURING RAINY NIGHTS.
Many years passed. Finally Games couldn’t take it any longer; something in him snapped after the couple returned from a night of DISCO DANCING. Games waited until his wife was asleep, then crept out of bed to the kitchen. He got a pair of scissors from the drawer and returned to his bedroom. He flicked on the light and sat down on the edge of the bed. His wife shifted a little but did not awaken. She wasn’t a particularly SENSITIVE sleeper.
He slid the blade of the scissors underneath the ribbon and held it there, then in one SPONTANEOUS motion, sliced it through.
All at once, his wife opened her mouth wide and screamed at an ear-shattering volume. Her head tumbled off and rolled on the floor at the feet of the horrified man. “Now look what you’ve done!” she shouted. The head having RECENTLY SEPARATED from the body now rolled around laughing at him. The woman always had a GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR.
Games ran outside in terror. The townspeople were SEEKING Games, a TALL, DARK, SEXY MAN for days. When the townspeople searched his house they found no trace of his wife or her head, only the black velvet ribbon crumpled upon the floor. Neighbors finally found Games some days later, huddled at the base of a tree, now a complete and utter madman repeating the same thing over and over to himself.
His wife had NO HEAD, GAMES kept muttering, his wife had no head.
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As an expert in cryptology, [ no ] I assure you that this is no ordinary horror story.
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But I have a few. Can we tell ghost stories from our worlds? [ because there's a lot of them. ]
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I have something... But it's more like a place I went to.
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Do you have any other ideas?
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