melodiesofeternity | Event || A History of Light and Darkness

Who: Brave Explorers and/or Those Poor Souls Being Dragged Along by Friends
When: Oct 15-30th
Where: Thilmit Border Post, inside the Old Heranean Doll Museum
What: The Heroes of Light received a strange letter, and are now being asked to investigate the strange occurrences at the old doll museum.
Warnings/Notes: OOC Post Warnings for Spookiness, Creepy Dolls. Post toplevels for each group. Please post warnings as needed for memory fragments and exploration. For random numbers, use the dice functions on Plurk or Discord.

The Old Heranean Doll Museum is a small building, but somehow the dark, dusty windows and poorly maintained roof give it a menacing feel as you approach. The sign says, "OPEN"...although, as you approached, you think it might have been turned to "CLOSED".

The door creaks as it swings open, though there is no one from the museum to greet you as you enter. A cold breeze blows in behind you, sapping any lingering warmth in the room. The building is dark, and cobwebs are starting to form in the corners of the lobby and on the velvet rope stanchions that guide the flow of traffic in and out. Out of a shadowy corner, a large centipede skitters across the floor and into a crack low on the wall.

At the reception desk, one of the antique dolls sits, unmoving, unblinking. That goes without saying. Its eyes do not follow you as you enter.... The hairs prickling up on the back of your neck are just coincidence, that's all.

There is another doll perched on the wooden brochure display stand near the door. It's strange that the curator leaves the display pieces out where visitors can touch them....

As you enter, you hear something whistling through the air toward you a moment before it makes a impact. A tiny pebble, too small to do any damage other than a brief stinging. During this moment of distraction, the door slams and locks.

When you look at the spots where the dolls were perched a moment ago, there is now just empty space. There is movement in the shadows, and the nearly imperceptible sound of tiny shapes creeping around.

As you move past the lobby into the exhibits, a sign above the entryway declares:

Welcome to the Old Heranean Doll Museum. We hope you enjoy our historic Heroes of Light displays.

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He was back on his feet and ready to fight, just in time to see Sora

"Hold on!" They needed an attack that wouldn't hurt Sora...which meant precision, and he knew what he needed for that. He reached for a spare knife and tossed it low.

Sora met the box’s aggression with a matched willingness of his own to counter the flaming box with a wide jump of his small body. The scrambling wood scrapped against the floor while the flames crackled the wood while paint boiled and blistered across the chest. Panic blurbed in Sora’s chest and his heart palpitated before he tucked and rolled away from the box. Just in time for the attack from Tidus. The roll wasn’t as eloquent as the ones he regularly practiced prior coming here but it was enough to get him out of the way and lose his rapier.

Which was totally unintentional. Once Sora’s head was upright he scrambled to his hands and feet, before he all but galloped behind Tidus. He got onto his feet, assessed the situation quickly with a timid expression of threat, before he found an opening to retrieve his rapier. He dashed for the fallen weaponry and slid across the floor to reclaim the steel hilt in his hand. Sora uprighted himself again doubled back toward the chest and brought an onslaught of more jabs.

The chest looked pretty shocked - as much as a chest could look shocked - when it pounced on to thin air, claws digging into the floor. It had to shake and get its bearings again, realizing that its new target had hidden behind the first target and- Well, screw this.

Finn fired another shot, making another hole in the lid of the mimic. It shook and jolted and yelped but still didn't stop. As it took off scrambling again, Finn tried to leap on it and hold the thing steady, but he missed and now it was lunging for Nozomi.

Seems like the fire and the stabbing and the shooting just kind of made it really frustrated.

Finn was equally frustrated. "Stop that stupid box!"

Nozomi yelped as the mimic lunged for her, flailing as it pounced on her. “Ahhh! Get it off! Get it off!” She cried, her vision just a little blurred as her glasses were knocked askew. She did have one option to use - the Glacier spell, hitting the beast with a bolt of ice.

Well they certainly couldn't win if Nozomi was blinded, could they? Tidus rolled in and swiped the stray glasses, adding his own ice spell to hers in the hopes that it would give her some space.

He still needed to give those back.

Sora leaped toward Nozomi, her flailing body jarred the box a few times and with Sora leaping toward it he caught it up on the uprise from the girl’s body. This will be his second tumble in the fight, and probably not close to his last. He managed to knock the crate off of Nozomi and he rolled off to the side and away from the possessed treasure chest. He got himself upright, this time he at least didn’t lose his rapier, and began to swing down onto the box with swift hacks.

Finn found his feet beneath him and shot at the chest three more times once it was back on the ground. One of the hinges on the lid was busted now, the mimic flopping around almost comically but still seeming unhurt or even close to stopping.

Apparently, it took offense at being called a stupid box, though. With a screech, it lunged at Finn, tackling him down and knocking the air out of him. He managed to push it off, but it was still trying to claw at him, scratching his arms and chest.

"Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!" He is never coming back here again.

"We're trying! We're trying!" Nozomi cried out, striking at the mimic again with her sword. If she had her powers, this would have been over in no time! But, noooo, it just won't die!

Tidus managed to hand the glasses back, but it cost him precious time in his attempt to rescue Finn. His attempted combo ended in tripping over the debris, ending with a painful crash.

And now it was even more enraged. Perfect.

Sora was an effective bouncing boy as he dodged any feedback from the treasure chest toward him as he continued his barrage of attacks. The others were scrambling around just as much as Sora was as the box continued to match the party with stamina if not with at least some distress to its makeup. The more they attacked it the more it seemed to fall apart.

He idly wondered what would have happened if they just moved on, would it still attack them?

Someone's sword yanked the mimic out of Finn's hands. As it rolled away, he gave it one more shot, though it had already stopped flailing.

The mimic landed on its lid, finally still and quiet. It wasn't vanishing in wisps of ghostly presence or whatever, so Finn still had his gun trained on it, still on the floor.

It- It looked dead. Could a mimic even die? Finn was too scared to ask, terrified the sound of his voice would wake it up or something.

And as Nozomi poked at the chest, she noticed something fall out of the chest and onto the ground.

"Huh...? What's this?" she uttered, picking up the item - a card. A Triple Triad card in a protective sleeve bearing a picture of a PuPu.

"...a game card?"

"That's that big deal card game, right? Any of you play?"

Tidus finally rolled to his feet, looking worse for the wear but pleased that it was over. Card games were definitely too idle for him, but maybe one of them could use it.

So long as they got out of here, and fast.

“You mean that big ol’ chest only carried one measly little card?!” He wanted shoes, he wanted gold, he wanted glory! A card?! A card?! What good can a card do for someone? Though, Tidus spoke up and Sora gave the blond a glance while he placed his rapier back into its sheath.

“Never heard of it…” Well, at least Tidus was pleased with the discovery. Maybe?

A card.

A card.

Finn rolled to his knees, staring at the remains of the mimic. "I don't play, no." A card, though. He holstered his gun and rubbed his face, cutting his eyes to the end of the room. "The way's clear now anyway. Should we-?"

Ugh.

Event || A History of Light and Darkness

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This is the fight that never ends...

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Happy Hallowweeeeeenn!! (:

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