Creepy Kupos

[rivieran]

Who: Ena, Finn, and otherwise open
When: All throughout October
Where: Lavode, Myste Aura, Cloud City
What: Investigating spirits and putting them to rest
Warnings/Notes: spooky ghosts

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[tsukinohiganbana]

Yotsuyu is good at many things, and chief among them is telling people what to do. When she noticed the quest, she almost immediately signed up. Given all of the horrors she had seen in the world, what would scare her about an old moogle and a dead bird?

Unfortunately for her, the quest required two people, which is why she reluctantly agreed to have a partner. A partner who managed to make it here before her.

"I take it you're the one I'm supposed to be working with? I am called Yotsuyu. Do not forget my name."

Looks great to me!

[rivieran]

"If you're here to shoo the old moogle away, then yes, we'll be working together." Ena folds her arms and studies her new partner - articulate, well put together, a sharp air around her. This is fine. Ena straightens her posture. "I am Ena. It's a pleasure, Yotsuyu. I won't forget."

The stone stairs lead down from the elevated streets to the beach - deserted, of course, since it's a chilly October evening. The sand is smooth and without tracks, except for the faint prints of seabirds here and there. There's a dark line towards the water indicating where high tide had been earlier that day, but the water was now receded at low tide.

The streetlamps placed at intervals atop the wall lining the street, the lighthouse in the distance, and the glittering lights of the city even beyond that were the only sources of light here on the beach. The sun was setting, and it was getting dark fast.

"Are you local to the area?" Ena asks, trying to get a feel of who they might be meeting tonight. "Have you seen him before?"

:D!

[tsukinohiganbana]

Yotsuyu takes a long huff from her pipe, blowing smoke into the nearby air. She tries her best to keep her expression unreadable; is she impressed? Looking down on Ena? Bored? It could be any of those above, and her cheerful moogle isn't doing much to help solve the problem.

Eventually, she turns her gaze towards the surrounding area, and then back towards Ena.

"I am not from around here, no. But I am sure this will not prove too much of a challenge. I can't imagine that the old geezer will pose much of a threat to me."

Me, not us. Me. Yotsuyu knows who she's here for, and Ena has done nothing so far to earn her trust.

[rivieran]

"Certainly," Ena doesn't think so either, but the wording throws her off a little. Just her? Why would he pose a threat to just Ena? Her brows furrow in thought. "I just don't see why any of the locals or the guard have done this already themselves."

She pulls her coat around her tighter as they venture down to the sand. It's not often she feels cold enough to shiver - in fact, it feels significantly colder than it did just a few minutes before, more than it should after the sun set.

The sound of the ocean lapping up on the beach is growing louder. A careful watch shows that it almost seems like it's rising again. ...Again?

sorry for the delay!

[tsukinohiganbana]

Yotsuyu shrugs her shoulders. She could feel it getting colder, but not so much that she thinks to bring it up. The great Yotsuyu, afraid of a little cold, hah!

"It's likely they're too scared. Cowards do always like to have others do their work for them."

The tactician takes another look around the area. The sea is high, the air is cold. Something is wrong.

"Be on guard."

no worries!

[rivieran]

Yotsuyu gives her warning before Ena can respond to her first statement, so she nods, a frown crossing her face.

There's a crackling sound filling the air, and Ena's breath turns white just as she turns to see the ocean slowly freezing over, the waves lapping up against the beach desperately trying to escape the icy grasp.

And just as they notice the temperature drop even further, a heavy clinking and clanking of a chain and a man's deep groan echoes around them. Ena whirls around, prompted by the sudden appearance of the sound, and there is the moginer himself - slowly trailing behind them.