[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.

Comments

[serpente]

After the visit from the Ghost of Christmas Past, the Ghost of Christmas Present is a jarring change. Mukuro largely ignores the jolly fellow's guffawing and waits patiently for the ghost to spirit him to whatever vision he's to be shown next, confident that nothing he's shown will shock or disturb him.

The illusionist is shown the world as it could have been, the one possible strand of past, present, future in which he had not been born into the Estraneo Family, not brought into existence at all. Whether his mother and father never met, or one of them died prematurely, or they simply, by chance, did not give birth to one Mukuro Rokudo, he for all intents and purposes did not exist. Aware of the existence of parallel worlds, this revelation does not come as any surprise to him - it's not unimaginable that there is a world which he does not occupy.

The Estraneo Family do not perish. There is no avenging child to lay them to waste, no demonic creature moulded into being through rigorous and relentless testing. Ken and Chikusa eventually become one of the very few who survived the process, added to a slowly growing army as the scientists perfect their techniques. He's proud, in a way, that they have managed to stay strong in spite of their hardship and trials. He'd always carried a special fondness for the two boys with whom he'd escaped the laboratories, and he does smile a little before he's whisked ahead in time to a year later. Despite their reluctance, their tears, their protests, the children are all forced to fight for their lives when the masked guardians of the criminal underworld come calling.

It's a slaughter that anyone could have predicted. Mukuro watches as both boys and girls, though made strong by their given abilities, fall to the superior might of the Vendice. Their corpses riddle the grounds and the once-pristine marble halls in a haphazard design so familiar that he has to pause and really stare at the vision before it comes to him: it's eerily similar to how he had left the place in his youth, only the bodies then had not been of children but of adults.

The guards find the hidden labs and break in with ease, ending the last, pitiful struggles of the wretched Family. Mukuro recognises the last man to die, slant-eyed, emotionless; his face holds more stitches than he remembers but it's most definitely him. He watches with satisfaction as the chains crush his body into blood and pulp, unrecognisable from the human being they had once formed.

Skipping ahead yet again, he sees brief flashes of Lancia living happily and proudly, working for the boss and Family Mukuro would also never kill; he sees a young girl die of organ failure after being run over by a car to save a kitten; he sees a young Japanese boy napping peacefully on a roof, with not a care in the world; and he sees the Vongola heir together with his friends, untroubled by the strife Mukuro didn't bring into their lives.

And isn't that a good thing? Some voice whispers to him. No-one ever had need of you.

He ignores the words and turns his back on the idyllic scenes that are flash-forwarding to a more recent present.

"If you meant to make me repent, you are doing a poor job of it," he tells the Ghost without a shred of remorse visible in his dual-coloured eyes.

[majorarc]

[ Another jovial laugh from the Ghost ]

That wasn't my intention at all, but it does look like people are better off.

[serpente]

[ He turns a cold shoulder on the ghost, watching the new scenes play out in which the Vongola do seem much happier and function more cohesively without him. The new Guardian of Mist who takes his place isn't nearly as good as he or Chrome were, he thinks with heavy disdain. But he can't deny that he feels a little left out seeing everyone working together, because he likes to think that, even though he was a disruptive influence at times, they still functioned as a Family in their own dysfunctional way. ]

This is but one possibility amongst a million threads of possibilities. It shows me nothing but what you want me to see.