David Xanatos (
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WHO: Open to all!
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: The evening of Jan. 29.
WARNINGS: Dead penguins. c:
SUMMARY: The Wild Hunt ends with the slaughter of innocent penguins, leaving all of the participants standing around Central Park looking very confused.
FORMAT: whatever y'all want
The Wild Hunt had torn through the city, causing storms, gathering up people to join its wake and generally making things more than slightly inconvenient. The wind rushed and rain poured as the ghostly inhabitants made their way around the City, stopping at Central Park. From there, it was a scene of chaos that really should have Yakety Sax in the background. The hunters whooping, hollering and generally having a good time, while the penguins panicked and squawked as they ran around the park.
As the final penguin gave its last death squawk and fell to the ground, bleeding from a spear wound, the Master Hunter looked over the rest of the Hunt: assorted ghosts, spirits, and magic users or former dead people roped into doing so. "Our quest is finished. Let the Wild Hunt depart."
In a blinding flash of ectoplasmic energy, the ghosts and spirits vanished, leaving the assorted Cityzens standing around. After a moment, things slowly started to return to normal and the thrall of the Hunt slowly vanished.
Good luck explaining the dead penguins, you guys.
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Those who were compelled to join the Wild Hunt may find that though their magic ghost horses have vanished, the gray cloaks they wore as part of the Hunt (as well as any other vague mystical doo-dads they had worn) were still there. For purposes of trauma/lolz, they do remember what happened the past few days, though the memories might be a bit hazy. Feel free to make specific subthreads or just do an ota type thing. c:
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: The evening of Jan. 29.
WARNINGS: Dead penguins. c:
SUMMARY: The Wild Hunt ends with the slaughter of innocent penguins, leaving all of the participants standing around Central Park looking very confused.
FORMAT: whatever y'all want
The Wild Hunt had torn through the city, causing storms, gathering up people to join its wake and generally making things more than slightly inconvenient. The wind rushed and rain poured as the ghostly inhabitants made their way around the City, stopping at Central Park. From there, it was a scene of chaos that really should have Yakety Sax in the background. The hunters whooping, hollering and generally having a good time, while the penguins panicked and squawked as they ran around the park.
As the final penguin gave its last death squawk and fell to the ground, bleeding from a spear wound, the Master Hunter looked over the rest of the Hunt: assorted ghosts, spirits, and magic users or former dead people roped into doing so. "Our quest is finished. Let the Wild Hunt depart."
In a blinding flash of ectoplasmic energy, the ghosts and spirits vanished, leaving the assorted Cityzens standing around. After a moment, things slowly started to return to normal and the thrall of the Hunt slowly vanished.
Good luck explaining the dead penguins, you guys.
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Those who were compelled to join the Wild Hunt may find that though their magic ghost horses have vanished, the gray cloaks they wore as part of the Hunt (as well as any other vague mystical doo-dads they had worn) were still there. For purposes of trauma/lolz, they do remember what happened the past few days, though the memories might be a bit hazy. Feel free to make specific subthreads or just do an ota type thing. c:
xanatos & open!
All in all, he'd been through weirder things.
As he took off the helmet (it had horns, this was strange), he looked around, trying to regain his memory of the last few days. The last thing he remembered was flipping through a spellbook, reading an incantation in order for his machine to summon some sort of physical entity, and then a bright light and loud noise. Obviously, the combination did not work as well as expected.
The memories slowly started to come together, as he looked around the rest of Central Park. Memories of riding through the City on a ghost horse, leading some sort of spectral hunting party. He had a horrible feeling that explaining this was not going to be easy.
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The man with the ponytail, he'd been their leader, hadn't he? She recognized the helmet she'd fallen in line behind. "So, um..." She swallowed hard and with a grimace, like something she'd eaten had disagreed with her. "...What happens now?"
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"I wish I knew," he remarked, after a pause. "If anybody tries to give you grief for this, I'm sure that spectral possession can fall under the temporary insanity clause."
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She licked her lips and immediately made a bitter face, mentally noting that henceforth penguins would be forever off-limits.
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She groaned. "It tastes utterly foul." Her head was pounding, so she rested it in one hand before realizing it was just as dirty as his were. She pulled it away quickly with another groan.
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"Well, I'm certainly glad that's over, I had--are those penguins?"
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"Yes, those are penguins. No, I don't know why they were targeted."
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He raises an eyebrow at the cloak and the helmet. "Though it seems you're getting to keep that particular regalia."
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He puts the skull down, glancing around. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly did you do?"
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open!
she'd been taking care of things, watching her diet, getting exercise when she felt she needed it, being a responsible little vampire. was the hunt really so important that this is what happens when she neglects it? she felt like a fool having all these people around to witness it. ...all these others who participated just the same. that she couldn't really figure out.
one thing she was certain of is getting these stains out of her shirt was going to be a pain. ]
closed to klarion;
Or, so she thought. As time went on, it seemed to become more and more difficult to control her own thoughts and actions. Suggestion was overpowering.
But at least she looks super-rad with her bad ass cloak and helmet right now.]
Re: closed to klarion;
I do not know what that was, but I want to do it again.
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She half-shrugs.] A Wild Hunt. And maybe next year. [She's been a little hesitant with affection and Klarion, but she slips an arm around his shoulder and gently tugs him in. She rocks her body to the side playfully while doing so. Can't be too serious about it.]
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I suppose, all in all it could have been worse. I enjoyed it!
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Hold on a moment. I need to find Teekl.
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...do you remember the last time you saw Teekl? We can swing by home, if you think he's there. [She can make sure the other animals have been fed that way, too.]
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[He put his hands up to his temple, closing his eyes and explaining as he talked.] Teekl is my familiar. I can see what he sees. And...I see that he is at home, asleep. [There was a pause, then Klarion lowered his hands.]
He will meet us at the pizza place.
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