arcanarumlogs | [EVENT] The Visitations

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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Mukuro shrugs and saunters after Hibari. Despite the emaciation which is still apparent in his bony wrists and the way his hodge-podge selection of clothes hangs off him (which he somehow still manages to make look good), he's well and fit enough to wander around on his own. But then, in a dream, anything is possible, right?

"We can't all be gods, Hibari Kyouya. Some of us are shackled to the earth," he says with a pointed look at the ash Hibari is kicking up. "Why? Are you compiling a compendium on the various torturous ways to kill snakes?"

Well, the term looking good is subjective. Hibari, for one, simply raises an eyebrow at the odd collection of clothing that the illusionist has draped over himself - he's still got much muscle to build up, but at least he could stand. The thought that he would be able to fight Rokudo soon didn't bring him as much pleasure as it should have. His mood's been spoiled by this sight, and he stops kicking at the ashes, turning to glare at the minions dancing away from the former sun god. But for all the heat of his rage, they don't seem to notice. Of course. This was only a memory, after all.

"Nothing so tedious as that," he replies, crouching down to sift through the ashes, though his fingers pass through the pile without contacting the flakes. How disappointing, that they had been able to kill him, just like that. Helios had been splendid to witness, in all his fiery rage.

Mukuro hums and looks out over the sea where the chariot and its horses had fallen. Shame, that - he'd been fond of those horses, even if they remind him of the annoying Don Cavallone.

"You shouldn't be surprised," he says carelessly. "Basilisks are merely snakes, for all that they are fearsome. Hardly worth fighting."

All the same, he's a little disappointed with his denizen. Helios had died in such a flashy manner and taken so many of the minions with him. And what had the basilisk done? Crawled into a hole to die. Granted, there's some twisted poetry in that Mukuro knows that's how he'll go one day, shot in the back or the back of the head whilst on the run from his many enemies. An inglorious death where everyone will spit on his grave - if he even gets one.

Hibari shoots the illusionist a glare that could peel paint and stands, brushing off his hands before flicking golden hair out of his eyes. It's not as if Rokudo had already become the basilisk - so what was that attitude for?

"I'm not surprised." Far from it, in fact. "You, however, haven't become your denizen yet. So it doesn't apply to you." Because, obviously, Hibari would be the one to, ah, bite him to death, as he so lovingly put it.

Smirking, Mukuro folds his arms over his chest and tries to lean against a tree...only to fall right through it. His disappointment has vanished as if it had never been present.

"Ahh, but I am still weakened by my jail sentence. Easily bitten to death in my current state."

Catching himself awkwardly before he can fall over, he rights himself. His smile has become a little more tight after that stumble; his muscles are functioning much better, yes, but their mass still needs to be built up.

"Then it's a simple matter of waiting."

Also a simple matter of upping the training regime, but Rokudo didn't have to know that. He doesn't miss the stumble, nor the strained smirk - it makes his mood slightly less dark, though, because he knows that the illusionist will probably train anyway, despite his snide protests. He had pride, after all, and it really wasn't worth remaining limp and stringy just to spite his rival.

"I hope you aren't holding your breath then. Though if you do self-asphyxiate, I hope you leave me something in your will."

The worst part is that Hibari is right - Mukuro would train, whether in secret or out in the open. There was, however, nothing that said he had to be plain about his physical status...

"Assuming I am not half-lamia by the time our fated battle is to be, where do you plan to hold our spar?"

He's hoping he has his own weapons by the time Hibari demands that fight. Fighting bare-handed against the Cloud's flaming tonfa is suicidal.

"The whole island would suffice, I think."

He ignores the snarky remark about his waiting, instead choosing to shove his hands into his pockets and turn away with a barely-visible smirk, beginning to wander away - he already knows that Rokudo will train himself. It's not hard to see that the man is annoyed at his current state - though, uh, annoyance would probably be putting it mildly.

"You'll get your trident back soon." It's just a hunch he has - last time a big event happened, he got his tonfa back. So. It was only reasonable to deduce that the same thing might happen this time around.

"And here I was thinking it might be a little small," he comments, peering around at their surroundings with exaggerated care. "Hmm, I suppose it might do. If we circle it a few times, that is."

Hibari's assertion that his trident will soon return to him sounds like little more than a prediction. There's no guarantee he'll see it again. He doesn't know how Hibari got his tonfa back but Mukuro has yet to see any of his personal items return to him. Imagining them into existence causes them to explode like they always do.

"From what I hear, if I do get anything of mine back it could as easily be my favourite jacket as it could my trident."

"Are you sure you can keep up, Rokudo?" He pauses and turns to smirk over his shoulder at the illusionist, amusement gleaming in his eyes, along with a healthy dose of anticipation. His bad mood has all but disappeared - well done on cheering him up, Mukuro!

As for the presents that the World occasionally gave back to them - he'd like to think that the items have something to do with their affinity to said item, though it was much more likely it was random. Well. One could wish. "Well. I suppose you'll find out soon enough." See you later! He's going to see what else he can find.

[EVENT] The Visitations

RUDE. /RUNS AFTER WITH PAINT GUN

YOU CAN'T CATCH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

YOU'RE NOT A GINGERBREAD MAN

HELL NO, HE'S SO MUCH BETTER.

LET HIM HAVE A TASTE THEN

PSH. YOU WISH.

HE'S SURE YOU'D TASTE LIKE MARSHMALLOWS

G R O S S.

Delicious >)

punts u