welcome to mayfield: day 3

[mayfield_mods]

[Those who wake up in the town on the third day will soon notice that something's definitely off. The cracks in the sky are appearing more frequently and lasting for minutes at a time, and there's a strange white fog drifting over the clouds.

For those who've just arrived, welcome to our new little town! We're sure you're glad to see your missing friends again; nothing to worry about here, they've just been too busy enjoying the upgraded carnival to go back home. Any bleeding limbs or serious wounds you may spot are obviously just a sign of how much fun they've been having.]

OOC: If your character damages or affects the carnival or town in a noticeable and normally permanent way, please comment here.

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[mayfield_mods]

[One of the fire spells illuminates a little boy very briefly, he seems to be crying all huddled in the corner.]

[forgottenmagia]

[She's somewhat taken aback. A little boy? What the...

Wait. No. She can't approach it. She can't. Like hell it's something normal. It's not a normal kid, it can't be, not now...

She settles for taking a few steps backwards, taking another ball of fire to her hand.]

What are you? Who are you...?

[mayfield_mods]

[The fire shows a dirty little boy in drone clothing, he doesn't look up at her, though he seems to be crying if the shaking of his shoulders is any indication.]

[forgottenmagia]

[Her hand starts to shake, the flames flickering just a slight bit. Was he...crying? She swallows down the lump in her throat, her voice shaking.]

Ch-Child! Child, reveal yourself!

[mayfield_mods]

[He slowly turns his head to reveal a face with no features. No eyes, no nose, no mouth... just blank skin stretched across a small skull.

He launches himself at her, fingers groping for her eyeballs.]

[forgottenmagia]

[........

w h a t

It takes her by surprise for the first few seconds, as she stands there blankly, her hand still holding the fireball.

But she eventually comes back to her senses--it wasn't human, of course, it wasn't even something she knew to be a youkai, so it needed to be dealt with in an inhumane manner.

She dodges as best she can, continually stepping away, concentrating all the energy she can into her fists, hardening them to diamond-levels...and taking a packed swing when the creature was closest.]

[mayfield_mods]

[Somehow it's making a horrible gurgling noise in its throat, not seeming to feel any pain when it's punched to the ground.

It bends in a highly unnatural double jointed way, scuttling towards her and attempting to try again to knock her down.]

[forgottenmagia]

[It is right then that she really regrets not having her flight back. Oh, well. She'll just have to start working on channeling that energy back into her feet, if this thing wants to play on the ground. For the moment, though, she settles for flinging shots of ice at the ground, hoping to at least slow it down.]

[mayfield_mods]

[It's suddenly not there any more, disappeared into the darkness. But it can still be heard skittering from time to time.]

[forgottenmagia]

[She waits. One minute. Two minutes. Five minutes. Ten minutes.

And finally allows herself to sink to her knees, her breathing heavier than normal. She was used to seeing these kinds of things in Makai--it was a world full of demons, after all, but at least they seemed to have sense. They had personalities underneath their gurgling faces.

Whatever this thing was, it wasn't anything that existed back in Gensokyo.

With a heavy shudder, she rises back to her feet, starting to once more frantically search for the exit. If she was lucky, she'd just end up back at the entrance, and spend another night sleeping in the church...it seemed lovely, at this point.]

[mayfield_mods]

[Nothing else comes out of the darkness to attack her, but as she reaches the entrance there is a giggling to follow her out.]