[EVENT] The Visitations

[majorarc]

Who: All Characters
When: November 29-December 19
Where: Your Home
What: The Visits
Warnings: For language and other dark elements.


This is going to go a certain way! Each time there is a visitation by a ghost, we will post a thread. Then, we will respond to that thread, if you indicate you want us to do so, or if you will have other characters in the thread. Remember, the Ghost of Christmas Past will have all your characters in the same moment of time, so if you want to be able to interact with each other, go ahead. Additionally, you will be viewing the moment in time that your denizen was killed from a third person perspective, so you can meet up with anyone during that time, but you cannot talk to your denizen. Once your denizen is dead, you are free to move around the island.

During the viewing with the Ghost of Christmas Present, you will be in the same situation, but only able to view things within your own canon. This means you can’t really speak to anyone but the NPC of the Ghost, which will be played by the mods.

For when The World shows up, we will have a separate thread for her and Kuma will be responding to you with her. You can freely talk to anyone here as well, in the game.

If there are any questions please respond to the thread provided below.

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QUESTIONS

[majorarc]

Re: QUESTIONS

[allihave]

In cases where there are characters from the same world in Arc is the world they see going to not have both of them or just the person viewing it.

This has much pertinence on Pepper's view of the present in her world.

THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST

[majorarc]

[ When you wake up, you notice that the world is different. You are slightly transparent, like a ghost yourself, but you feel normal otherwise. A ghost shows up to tell you that this is your past. Of course, you're still on the island, so how can it be YOUR past. You ask this, but the Ghost shakes his head snaps, sending you to view your denizen's death. ]

[keyblading]

[ Sora's used to this, he knows that in some way this is just a trick. He's on the beach, staring at what the Ghost has shown him. It's there that he sees Peter, the one he remembers, with Captain Hook. It's there that he witnesses his friend tied down by the minions and killed by Hook, and where he sees Wendy also killed.

Sora tries to go out to them, tries to say something, but nothing happens. He knows it's stupid, but he just goes to his knees and clenches his fist. ]

Peter...I'm sorry.

[awesomemich]

[Phoenixes were known to be immortal birds, so when he noticed that it seemed to be the denizens dying, he was morbidly curious. How can you kill a bird that was reborn every time it died.

And then he saw it. He saw the minions capture the poor bird and toss it into an air tight container. He watched the bird slowly die of lack of oxygen, burst into flames and turn to ash. Only the baby bird in the ash couldn't grow.

He turned away, unable to watch any more and actually vomited. Why? Why would they do something so horrible?]

[gordianknots]

[So it goes like this. Waver Velvet has, on one other occasion, been in the memories of another. Just, the last time he was nineteen and - actually that’s the only difference, because he’s still in a life or death situation.

This memory is different though. There are no endless oceans, no Alexander to focus on, only a man in his mid forties with mousy brown hair arguing with a figure that keeps shifting in and out of focus. He knows the issue at hand, and he cringes at how fiercely technicalities are fought over. It’s a fight he knows, a fight he’s won so many times in the past, and ah-- and that’s how it’s lost. With one last “the terms of our agreement were--!” and a blow to the stomach, then another to the back, and then nothing, because there’s no soul there, so the body doesn’t matter. Waver knows that only because he knows the stories of Jack of Kent and because it was always about souls and who owns them.

There’s no flinching when the scene fades, only a grim set face. The compact can’t be trusted right now, and so, Waver imagines himself a new notebook (brown moleskin this time), a fountain pen (green ink, it might be Noodler's), and begins to write everything. Nothing can be forgotten - not now, not in this place, and especially not this.]

Mods; Tell me if I did anything wrong. I'll change if I need to.

[chokowaffle]

[Being new here, Belgium wasn't exactly sure what to expect. When the chance to escape presented herself, she felt it was too good to be true. If it was this easy to get away, why hadn't it happened a long time ago? No matter how much Belgium wanted out, she couldn't risk it. Now that this was happening... she wasn't sure what to do or say.

Watching her denizen's death wasn't something she particularly looked forward to doing. She knew the story about her denizen just fine. Seeing it in real time... That was a completely different story.

She watched as Red walked into the home. No! She couldn't! She tried to follow, but minions made sure not to let her in the house after Red was inside. No! She had to stop her. She had to save her! And then... There it was after finding a window. The wolf did it. Red noticed that it was the wolf and tried to escape, but it was no good. The minions made sure to keep the door closed and keep her inside. She beat on the window, but it was no use. He had killed her. He'd done it.

She stood in horror. How could this happen? She had to get in there. Maybe she could help her yet? Maybe she wasn't dead yet? But would the minions let her in? Even if they did, what would she do to protect herself from the wolf?]

I need to save her!

Let's traumatize Pepper!

[allihave]

[When Pepper turns to see the gardens she can't help rubbing her eyes. The entire place seems so serene and peaceful. The sweet scent of strawberries fills the air as all the flowers are blooming. There are bees buzzing about between them and a beautiful house.

Pepper pushes back her hair, brows drawing in confusion as she takes a few steps closer. Then start the screams. Terrified screams of a woman. She comes running out the door and past Pepper, minions clutching at her clothing and body, ripping flesh and fabric. Pepper can almost feel the pain as chunks of hair and skin are rendered from her flesh. They're pulling her apart. Blood splatters over the ground, some staining Pepper's face as they pull Sky Woman down to the ground.

Pepper falls to the ground in shock and horror.]

Oh god!

[It's all she can choke out before the tears start to run down her face. She can't seem to make herself move from the spot. From the shredded remains of Sky Woman.]

Intervention and Fluttershy intervention please~

[lover_boy]

[When Peeta follows the ghost's gaze he finds that he's looking out over the ocean. He knows without a doubt who it is. He's been quietly watching as the others watch and knows that this must be Odysseus. This is how they murdered the man they want him to become.

It isn't long before the minions overrun the ship and cause it to start to thrash back and forth before it inevitably capsizes. Peeta, who is disturbingly used to death simply looks away.]

It's not right.

[His words are soft as he shuts his eyes tightly. Then another thought comes to him. Fluttershy!]

No.

[Then louder as he opens them.]

No!

[He's quickly running the beach, looking for the little yellow and pink pony.]

FLUTTERSHY!

[denies]

[ A boy and a girl. Siblings. It's an easy enough sight for Ange to recognize, with how strong her own sibling bond used to be when she was little - before her brother died, that is. It's that fact that makes it slightly more difficult to watch, even as she keeps a look of indifference on her face. They're happy together, but something changes - minions spreading all over the place, similar to the ones she's seen before herself, the ones she's been chased by, the ones who killed Amakusa. And the kids try to flee from them, hand in hand, but somehow Ange already knows they won't make it. There's no way. They're too young for something like this.

So she just watches silently, not daring to avoid her gaze, when the grip between their two hands breaks and they lose each other in the middle of fleeing. The little girl runs back, trying to find her brother, but by the time she finds him he's nothing more than a corpse on the ground, killed by those minions. And as the little girl drops to her knees next to the bloody corpse, she's stabbed herself as well.

Ange's eyes are slightly heavy in the way she views the kids, even if she tries to seem indifferent. They're nobody she knows, after all, she just knows that girl is her denizen, but.. they're still just kids, right? And somehow she can realise how Gretel must've felt, seeing her brother like that.

Her stomach turns a little, but she still doesn't look away nor let her expression openly show. Shut it all out as usually. ]

[deceases]

[ Natsuno doesn't particularly care. Of course, he does watch as his denizen dies - ironically enough being staked - but he can't feel a single thing for it. Heck, he would've done the same as the minions did to Dracula, given the chance, especially with how much he hates vampires by now. Even if he wasn't exactly the same as a Shiki, it's the same thing.

So he doesn't bother lingering for long. It's not his past. It's not him. It's nobody he cares about, it's even someone he could dislike. So he shrugs to himself, instead turning to look if he can find anyone else around once he's viewed his denizen's corpse. ]

[kartoffelstampfer]

[For a wolf, Fenrir sure was huge. Almost the size of a full-grown horse and deep black. Save for the glowing eyes. An impressive animal, that much Germany had to admit. And true to the tales the wolf refused to give up without a fight. Teeth, claws and fire cost several minions their lives before a few of them broke through shackled his feet, nuzzle and neck with a slim, red ribbon, causing the creature to fall, yet not stopping his struggle.

Germany watched in silence as the wolf struggled, but only hurt himself. Finally, an entire flock of the Ruler's little helpers lunged at the wolf to tear him to shreds, which was when the nation finally averted his eyes, one hand traveling up to his neck, where a very similar, fine red ribbon was still present.

The sounds took a while longer to fully die down.]

I know Derek's intervening but anyone else can too!

[hypercompetent]

[The woods around the castle didn't really top Stiles' list on Favorite Places in the World. Most woods didn't, despite the amount of time he spent in them, and when he's pushed away from the ghost, he's about ready to make a comment on it, not to mention regale the ghost with an impressive quip on leaving him dry for information, but a fierce, loud howl ripping through the forest seems to squeeze around his voicebox and he falls silent.

There's a crowd of people surrounding a creature, a wolf; it's not like Peter's massive alpha wolf form, or even the snatches he's seen of Derek's. It's an actual wolf, the biggest one he's ever seen, blood on it's maw and foaming at the mouth as it snaps it jaws wildly at the men surrounding it, terror and rage in its golden eyes.

It hits him like a sack of bricks--the "past" being his denizen, the eyes, the wolf. The information he's been told said nothing about a werewolf, but before he can ponder it too hard, he sees the leader of the men lift a sword in a glint of silver.

Needless to say he knows what happens next.

Covering his mouth with one hand to try and quell the urge to vomit, he flinches as the bottom half of the wolf's body hits the ground, dead in the only way he's ever known to work.]

Hopefully Erica'll be around for a bit of bonding

[puppyface]

[Scott's own vision is of Balto, moved to protect Jenna. It's not surprising; he's seen his story. Of course they'd help eachother. The trap that kills them is almost ironically made of ice, and a chill travels up Scott's spine.

But this isn't his past. It's someone else's– someone they're trying to make him be.

Just like he won't be his father, he refuses to be someone like this. But is what he's seeing even... real? And why does he feel so light? Is anything working?

Scott sits on the ground again for a moment, rubbing his forehead and trying to regain his bearings.

He'd been scouting with Stiles at the time he fell asleep, and Derek had been with Erica. When he awoke, Stiles was gone. Where the hell was he?]

Re: THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST

[bluesteelranger]

::His was a strange death. Ignominious as one might dread. None to mourn or remember. He cannot see it, but hearing it is enough. Voices sneer and scorn him, this useless blindman. Cripples such as he have no place; what had once been a group of comrades, brothers, turned on him.

Renne listens in what seems like cold indifference, as one too used to such a thing, as a blindman, one like himself in that, drops like a rock to the ground. The sound of his last breath sighs in the wind. Garrett of Camelot isn't even buried, left to rot in the forgetful rain::

[dreamsonwings]

[Unlike most who would scream and cry at Death's door, the beautiful red kimono clad woman stood her ground as the minions started their attack. Amaterasu would not give them any kind of satisfaction by crying out or show any expression of pain. No matter what would come, she would not give what they want.

Sora remembered when she found out that her denizen changed and how she cried after learning from the World that every person they replace ended with this fate. She was silent but it didn't help the tears coming down.]

[femininetomboy]

[ Madoka has seen a lot of strange and scary things since arriving at this place. People not being themselves, people fighting, even people dying. She stood through all that mostly keeping a smile. It's the only way Madoka knows how to cope with things. Smile and do the things that need to be done, because they need to be done. At all times that's most important. If everything is done like it should be then one can face the future without regrets. Then things will turn out fine.
But even with this mind-set it's hard to deal. Of course Madoka knew Cinderella was dead. But during her stay at Arcanarum she came to relate to her a lot more than she originally had. Cinderella had become a small part of her.

And now she is standing here, a transparent figure, watching as that girl who should have been a princess, dies. Cinderella stays humble at all times. She struggles, yes, she tries, yes, but she accepts her fate as it becomes clear to her. When her blood tints the pavement it's clear that she had submitted.
Madoka watches in horror and she can't stop tears from streaming down her face. ]

...n-no... Please stand up. I believe in you. I believe in you.

[ As Madoka rushes to the dying Cinderella's side she finds herself yet unable to do anything. In this past she does not yet exist and none of her words reach her denizen at all. A strangled sob escapes Madoka's throat. ]

I'm s-sorry... I'm ... I'm so sorry...

[naltorian]

[ Nura protests against the ghost's actions, but nevertheless, finds herself viewing from the shadows, the demise of the witty, knowledgeable Scheherazade at the hands of the minions. Bile rises up in Nura's throat when the young Queen screams, watching the minions tear her beloved King from limb to limb. When the blood is fresh, and the floor forever stained, they bring Scheherazade to the same spot.

She sobs. ]

Your Highness --- !!??

[ Nura finds her voice robbed at the next sight, and anyways, it seems that the Queen, now pale and staring lifelessly into her cold reflection in the floor, is deaf to Nura's warnings. With a sickened stomach, Nura watches as the minions raise the dagger high -- already stained with the King's blood -- and Scheherazade lifts her chin, emotionless in the face of her fate.

The minions try to make the Queen's death painful, but it only lasts but a second before Scheherazade takes her own fate into hands and jerks against the hold of her capturers, just enough to make the dagger's edge strike the immediate pulse.

Scheherazade's body falls onto the body of her husband, both death, and yet, looking to be all the same as a loving pair, only trying to protect one another.

Her voice returned, Nura shouts: ]

This is sick!!

Open. Warnings for gruesome descriptions.

[paysdelamour]

(( ooc: For spoken dialogue, Phantom is in red, Christine in blue. Assume they're speaking in French. ))

[The Ghost that had accompanied him snaps, and the world dissolves around Francis. He only just barely notices that his hands are see-through, because all around him seems to be a fearsome battle. One of those damnable minions he knows so well suddenly begins rushing toward him, and he doesn't have a chance to get out of the way before it rushes right through him. Startled, Francis realizes he's fine, before he turns around to see just where the minion had been going.

He turns around just in time to see the Phantom, masked and sword drawn, slay the minion with no trouble, the minion letting out an odd squeal before it finally dies. The Phantom doesn't seem to notice his presence, just like the minion. But more minions come, and the Phantom is happy to fight them too, with Francis looking on, unable to do or say anything. And what could he say? Even then, would he really want to draw attention to himself, if the Phantom could hear? So Francis simply looks on, the rest of the battlefield meaning little to him at the moment.

The Phantom swings left and right, slashes with the perfect precision of an assassin - until the sound of a woman's scream breaks the Phantom's concentration. The Phantom looks, and Francis can only look after him. There is a man laying bleeding on the ground - obviously dead, his throat slashed open. Above him, sobbing, is a woman that can only be the beautiful Christine Daae. She cries out the man's name, "Raoul, Raoul!", and shakes him to try and wake him, before placing her fists and her head against the dead man's chest, continuing her weeping.

But Francis seems to realize only a split second after the Phantom that a minion is behind her, with a large sword. Francis can feel what's going to happen next, but before he can let out a sound, the man behind him already has cried out her name.]

Christine!

[The Phantom rushes past Francis, and he can only stand there dumbly and look on as Christine looks up, and with a frightened shriek, is struck down by the minion's sword. The Phantom doesn't stop running, but instead lets out a roar of fury as he fiercely fights off the minions running toward Raoul's body and his Christine. He is fighting with the fury of a wounded animal, and both Francis and the minions can tell. While Francis wants to run away, his feet begin to propel him forward regardless. But he can still do nothing.

In a moment the Phantom has killed the last minion in the group, and is quick to scoop up Christine. Francis can hear the conversation between the two, but it's very brief.]

Please... please, Erik! Not without Raoul!

Damn the Vicomte! We have no time, Christine!

Raoul-!

[Seeing more minions quickly approaching, the Phantom shields her with his body, only to be hit by each of their weapons. He yelps in pain, eyes squeezing shut behind his mask, skeleton teeth gritting together in terrible pain. He has no time to try and fend them off, he can only leap to his feet as best he can and begin to run into the woods, holding Christine in his arms. As Francis catches up, the minions start to follow. And what else can he do? Francis keeps running, following after the Phantom, dodging trees despite knowing he'll phase through.

The minions soon lose the Phantom's trail - he's really very shrewd and even Francis has a hard time keeping up with him - but before long the Phantom slows down, coming up to a house, still clutching Christine to him as he went inside. Francis follows, quickly, this time remembering his status and just phasing through the door.

Inside, the Phantom is kneeling next to the coffin he uses as a bed, crying quietly, holding what remains of Christine Daae. She is dead, there is no mistaking that - her body and limbs limp and lifeless, her eyes closed, her beautiful dress stained with a large pool of blood from her wound. Slowly, his skeleton hand reaches up and takes off his mask - and Francis can barely stand to look, at a hideous, noseless face; rotten flesh clinging to a living, breathing skull, eyes soulless and void of light.

The Phantom wordlessly places Christine in his coffin, before he staggers to his feet, the blood loss obviously getting to him now. He lurches toward the organ, finally falling on top of it, the pipes unleashing a din of chords clashing together. Francis covers his ears instinctively, until the Phantom stands upright again.

The Phantom coughs a bit, ignoring the red blood staining the ivory keys in favor of something else: his score for Don Juan Triumphant. He clutches it in his skeleton fingers, then glances once again to Christine in his coffin. France watches on as the Phantom slowly shambles over to her, gingerly placing his score in with her, before closing the coffin and resting his back against the side.

But Francis can't bear to watch the Phantom die in such a pitiful state, even with how repulsive he finds him from his ordeals in Arcanarum. He's seen death before, he's seen it everywhere - but not like this. He can't watch a man enshrine the two things he ever loved and then die alone. Francis quickly retreats out of the house, away from the scene, and just sits outside the house on the stoop with his head in his hands.]

Feel free to intervene if you like

[waterformybath]

Howl had seen his denizen in the mirror before: a one-eyed fellow who always looked ready to smile or crack some kind of joke, but hardened by what he assumed was some troubled past. They carried the strange long-bladed spear that the wizard had left in the corner of his room, and fiddled constantly with the fox-head medallion around their neck. Once, when his denizen had nudged down the scarf to scratch at his neck, Howl saw several lines of vivid bruising.

The man was running now - no, fleeing from the minions who pursued him. Somehow he'd acquired a horse and leaned low over the saddle as he urged the beast to gallop faster, faster! But a fireball lamed one of the horse's legs, and somehow Howl knew he knew why they'd chosen the animal as the target and not the man. His denizen was flung from the saddle, thankfully not trapped under the kicking, screaming horse, and laid out several of the swarming minions with vicious ease as he cried out strange words in an unrecognisable language.

It was inevitable that the man would lose this fight. Howl turned his eyes away before he could see them dragged down and suffocated by the mass, troubled by the scene.

*comes crashing in. as usual.*

[gordianknots]

[There are maybe two people on Waver's list of "people to check in on in relation to this fuckery" that he knows can probably handle it. Howl happens to be one of them. All the same, he keeps to a short text rather than video or audio, if now only for the sake of consistancy]

Howl--

Waver. I know you've dealt with Ruler fuckery before, but please contact me to let me know that you've survived this particular encounter whenever convenient. Thanks.

-WV

Intervention is a-okay

[serpente]

There wasn't much to watch. In fact it was almost disappointing. Mukuro was able to stand on his own two feet now, which was a relief, but he hadn't taken up the invitation to head to the castle. Yet still, he'd fallen asleep with everyone else.

The basilisk was small and unimpressive. Dark green like the scales on his back, with the distinctive crown on its head denoting it the king of serpents. Some king, he thought derisively. If it wasn't only thirty centimetres long then he might have been more impressed. As it was, despite the death and decay that it left in its wake, the minions easily flushed it out by stuffing a mongoose into its burrow. Both animals would die in the death struggle, but that would be that: the basilisk would be dead.

Mukuro huffed quietly and strode off. Maybe someone else's denizen would give him a more interesting show.

slams into him

[solitarynuvola]

Just outside the house, Hibari stands, leaning against the wall with eyes narrowed at the sky where his denizen's death is on display for all to see, should they look up. Despite the lack of expression on his face, the downwards curve to his lips shows his displeasure. The minions had first disabled the horses, plucking their wings and laming them, and though they'd fought hard to stay aloft, breathing fire and laying waste to the minions, sheer force of numbers had caused the chariot to crash into the sea. The god himself remains standing in the air, even as the heat from the chariot and his dying steeds cause great gouts of steam to rise from the sea, clouding everything in an indistinct fog.

And it's very clear that he's quite angered by the destruction wrought by the minions, lashing out with his whip to bring platoons of the cackling minions down, tossing balls of fire amongst them to set them aflame, his crown shining bright within the gloom of the fog. But even then, the god is eventually overwhelmed - they tether him to the ground with great chains forged from the magic of the Rulers, impervious to the great heat that he releases in an effort to escape.

Then they swarm over him, darkening the glow of the sun's light, stripping the flesh from his bones with wicked little knives like so many ants, swarming over a carcass. No doubt those knives are made of the same material as the chains, plus a little extra, because Helios roars in rage and pain as he's slowly taken apart, then (ironically) burnt while he's still alive, the minions pouring liquid hellfire on him until he remains naught but ash that blows away in the wind.

It's a sickening sight to witness, for one not well-versed in violence - Hibari, unfortunately, is quite accustomed to seeing messy deaths, so he does nothing more than huff quietly at the spot where the sun god had died, running a hand through his now-golden hair before shoving them both into his pockets, not moving from his position against the wall even as his eyes flick over to Rokudo.

"Enjoying the sights?"

[whiterice]

It was sad and cruel enough what the old man's wife had done to the poor sparrow upon finding it had eaten starch the old woman had left out. Japan had the chance to watch his denizen living happily amongst its own kind and couldn't help but smile.

But then the minions had dropped a net over them all and gleefully went from sparrow to sparrow, snapping all of their necks, leaving the tongueless one's last. They seemed to take more pleasure in tormenting him, perhaps because the poor bird couldn't make a sound or cry for help. Japan's attempts to intervene only succeeded in him wafting back and forth through the scene like a ghost, so in the end all he could do was stand back and try not to feel sick as the minions finally put an end to the sparrow's torture.

It struck more than a single chord with him, watching the sparrow die slowly and alone, surrounded by its dead friends. This was how he pictured himself in retrospect, after the shameful things he'd done to others in the past. He was fortunate to have friends now, yet there were times when he still felt very alone.

[hyahahacool]

"Sparrows?" he inquired with a smirk on his face.

Amakusa normally wasn't one to comfort someone that easily, but he might as well try with at least some of the people around here.

"Didn't take you for a bird man."

[pledged_to_me]

[Ireland knew her, the tall woman with the golden hair. She knew Galadriel's story, knew how Elves could not die of old age or sickness, but only through being killed.

Nerwen. Man-maiden. So named for her strength in battle, the woman who had once single-handedly destroyed a bastion of evil. And this was how she died, surrounded by the minions of The Rulers.

Ireland stood still, watching as the Elf-Queen fought valiantly, killing as many minions as the minions killed denizens, her hair, clothes, and blade dripping with blood until she was finally overtaken, stabbed repeatedly by the hoard, sometimes even with her own blade. Ireland didn't blink, didn't balk. She herself had done worse in her time, had seen worse done by her own people. She kept her eyes fixed on the scene in front of her, watching as the lifeblood drained out of the other woman, and only when Galadriel breathed her last did Ireland look down, crossing herself in prayer.]

GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT

[majorarc]

[ When you awaken again, you notice that there is a rather large man in your house. He seems quite jovial, but doesn't waste time to show you the world you came from as if you had never lived in it. ]

OOC NOTE: NPC tags back to this are going to be slow, given that finals are this week. We will be replying with this journal name!! Remember, if you are from the same canon, you cannot speak to each other because it's going to be as if you never existed, so you won't be seeing the same thing.

[grancenturio]

[Seeing Odin's death hadn't affected him very much. He had died himself too many times and hated the gods in his worlds too much. This, though, this was different.

How many countries did the ghost show him that were at peace because he had never caused them strife? How many times did he flip through the history books he found and count the wars that simply never happened? He'd known, of course, what he was doing was causing death and chaos. He'd known that intellectually, but it was another thing to see its absence.

That might have been unsettling enough, but Nessiah understood what he had to do was necessary, before he caught the glimpse of red hair in the Bronquian palace and all thoughts of 'necessary' sank out of his mind.

Gulcasa. Gulcasa alive, Gulcasa ruling over Bronquia as the benevolent ruler he was at heart - without the war that Nessiah had started and forced to continue, the one that had caused his death.

Gulcasa was the one person who could bring Nessiah to tears as he awoke.]

THE WORLD THREAD

[maskedworld]

[ It’s dark, and you’re standing in a graveyard. It very quiet and you’re starting to feel someone behind you. When you turn around, a shrouded dark figure is standing behind you. You gasp and try to run, but you are frozen in place. He begins to reach to you before someone calls out and a bright light surrounds you.

You wake up suddenly and realize you are in your home. The World is right before the shopping district, and calls to you cheerfully.

“Good morning! I have some presents for you!”

If you meet her at the shopping district, you'll see her standing near a big pile of boxes. If you don't talk to her, she'll make sure the presents end up in your room before she leaves. She's wearing warm white robes and a wintery mask ]

[thefoolish]

Do I get a present, too?

[ The drawling question comes from the mouth of an alley, where a young man with blond, curled hair stands, arms crossed and shoulder leaning into the nearby building. His expression is calm, curious, but assessing. As if he's trying to see through the mask that she wears. ]

Or-- did my help not make up for everything that put me on the naughty list..?