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castle_perraultMist 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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Date: 2016-10-03 03:23 am (UTC)(It will, in fact, make the stick mildly warm.)
"Is this low enough?"
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Date: 2016-10-03 06:07 am (UTC)"Yes!" They press the stick into the horns, letting it have time to catch fire if it's going to, and then carefully pull it out to examine it for flames or charring.
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Date: 2016-10-03 08:58 pm (UTC)Pet them, I dare you.
The stick is only warm, but the end that was stuck into the flame has been opalized right beneath the surface, colorful veins of crystal that sparkle in the daylight.
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Date: 2016-10-03 10:34 pm (UTC)...
They might've brushed the top of their head. A little bit. Carefully.
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Date: 2016-10-04 02:45 am (UTC)Their ear flicks, mouth quirking to one side.
"What does it look like?" So apparently they can see shapes, not details. Hey, it's halfway to full sight.