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castle_perrault2016-10-01 12:06 am
dustless) wrote in castle_perrault2016-10-01 12:06 am
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everybody's waiting for the next surprise [Halloween Event: Begin]
Mist snakes its way through the castle halls, reaching even the gardens where the sun should banish it--but it could not even if it were day.
It is midnight.
The leaves are rustling, the wind is whispering, the moon is full and large and glaring orange through every open window. Everything has a chill. Not all, but some of the trees lose their green, disappearing into oranges and reds and browns, and many simply lose them altogether, bare branches scratching against the sky.
The mist keeps going, darker than clouds yet lighter than smoke. It creeps around the beings there, encircling them, sinking within--and then it is gone. Anyone awake to have witnessed it will find no evidence of anything unusual, and everyone asleep will feel normal...
...at first.
This will not last.
Frisk wakes just before dawn. No nightmare this time, even if they don't feel all that much more rested.
They get up and start their wandering through the halls. They itch. Their back hurts, and jaw hurts, and head hurts, and feet hurt. Or maybe ache's a better word, it's not that bad...maybe they did have a nightmare and thrashed around, but forgot when they woke up?
And that's when their back explodes into even worse itching and it feels like their skin's sloughing off and--then they're fine. They're fine. Except they feel the skin still--except it's not skin, because they can see it from the corner of their eye.
It's wings.
Throughout that first day, they're still walking around--they can't sit still, there's fire under their skin that keeps them moving, but they change and keep changing until they don't look much like themselves at all. Seems they're a demon now.
Maybe they should be afraid of this--and they are a little worried, yeah, but mostly they want to figure out how to use these brand-new wings.
//Event time! Characters are transformed into whatever you want them to be--but of course, if someone wants their character(s) to stay the same, that's fine! Even moreso, if you want to but just don't want them to be stuck in another form through the whole month, you can always just delay their transformation for a while.
If they do change, though, they're stuck that way until Halloween is over!
Have fun with the chaos, everybody!
It is midnight.
The leaves are rustling, the wind is whispering, the moon is full and large and glaring orange through every open window. Everything has a chill. Not all, but some of the trees lose their green, disappearing into oranges and reds and browns, and many simply lose them altogether, bare branches scratching against the sky.
The mist keeps going, darker than clouds yet lighter than smoke. It creeps around the beings there, encircling them, sinking within--and then it is gone. Anyone awake to have witnessed it will find no evidence of anything unusual, and everyone asleep will feel normal...
...at first.
This will not last.
Frisk wakes just before dawn. No nightmare this time, even if they don't feel all that much more rested.
They get up and start their wandering through the halls. They itch. Their back hurts, and jaw hurts, and head hurts, and feet hurt. Or maybe ache's a better word, it's not that bad...maybe they did have a nightmare and thrashed around, but forgot when they woke up?
And that's when their back explodes into even worse itching and it feels like their skin's sloughing off and--then they're fine. They're fine. Except they feel the skin still--except it's not skin, because they can see it from the corner of their eye.
It's wings.
Throughout that first day, they're still walking around--they can't sit still, there's fire under their skin that keeps them moving, but they change and keep changing until they don't look much like themselves at all. Seems they're a demon now.
Maybe they should be afraid of this--and they are a little worried, yeah, but mostly they want to figure out how to use these brand-new wings.
//Event time! Characters are transformed into whatever you want them to be--but of course, if someone wants their character(s) to stay the same, that's fine! Even moreso, if you want to but just don't want them to be stuck in another form through the whole month, you can always just delay their transformation for a while.
If they do change, though, they're stuck that way until Halloween is over!
Have fun with the chaos, everybody!
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"Oh my god." Frisk's tail flicks around to hover over their body, a silly offering for them to grab onto if they need help. "You're so tiny!" They sound positively gleeful.
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"I still have no idea what I'm doing. What's happening to everybody? And uh... you're some kind of demon now. You'd think that'd be me."
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They slowly move their tail up, seeing if Chara can keep a hold of it.
"Too cute to be a demon."
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"Me or you?" Compliments aside, Chara takes a good look at Frisk's new fuzzy goat legs. "Lucky. You look closer to the Dreemurrs than ever! Even though their feet technically aren't the same."
Chara is torn about this. If their village hadn't constantly tossed the word like a slur at them, they'd be happy to be a demon. You got wings, horns, fangs... everything cool. Not to mention you get away with pulling pranks and wicked deeds on people.
*stickin my leggy out real far*
They kick out the leg. "I dunno. It's weirder. Toriel's hand-fur was nice and soft, but this isn't really. It's...wiry. Not fun to pet at all." They're quite disappointed by this. "But the tail's nice and smooth. Which you probably noticed already."
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"Still would like fluff-soft better. But I guess there's no way to pick this...change stuff."