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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: 2016-10-16 10:22 pm (UTC)They roll over until they're sitting, shaking their head, brushing off their arms and twitching their wings. The twigs don't hurt the latter much, but they're not exactly comfortable.
It's only the choking noise that makes them look up, 'cause they're so absorbed in their own changes and how cool they're seeming. The Batman never made a noise like that before--and when they look at him properly, Frisk's pretty sure they've never seen that expression on his face before, either.
The smile they've got won't go away, pearly fangs glinting oddly--there's not enough light, they shouldn't be doing that--but it gets smaller, concern warring with glee. 'What'd they do?' "Nothing?"
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Date: 2017-01-04 11:41 am (UTC)Unless he was the one who did something. Batman begins to pace around Frisk, examining them without really thinking about what he's doing. But what could he have done to trigger it? He wasn't magic sensitive the way Batgirl was, and this sort of disaster was precisely why he avoided tampering with the curse anyway. Try as he might, he couldn't think of anything he'd done that would have interfered with the spell.
...But the castle itself was magical, wasn't it? Was it possible some of the magic in the castle had ended up interfering with the magic on him?
"When did these appear?" He gestures towards Frisk's wings, even though it's pretty obvious what he means. "What were you doing at the time?"
Internally, he asks himself how he's going to explain this to everyone.
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Date: 2017-01-04 11:57 am (UTC)"Didn't do anything," they repeat, audibly a little more puzzled.
Yes, he's pointing at their wings. They flap them a couple of times in acknowledgement. "...After I woke up. Couple hours. I was walking 'cause I felt itchy all over my back, and then they...kinda...grew there."
More flapping. "They kind of work!" they add brightly.
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Date: 2017-02-25 08:47 am (UTC)(It's definitely not working the way the last two times the curse spread, just based on how slowly the transformation is hitting Frisk. He's pretty sure all the other ones had gone by quicker than this, although he'd passed out during his own and hadn't been present for the other two.)
Finally, Frisk's bright reaction manages to break through his worries. He stares. "...I don't think whether or not you can fly should be our first priority," Batman points out. They're so calm about this- the only one who ever came close to being this calm was Robin and Batgirl said he'd been a bit jumpy about how he'd sprouted feathers instead of fur.
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Date: 2017-02-25 09:17 am (UTC)Their wings start flapping harder. "Sorry?" they say incredulously. "Flying's great, I wanna do it by myself. I don't...hurt lots or anything. Had a lot worse. I just need to be doing--doing things, moving--an' maybe--think my feet are going to do something."
They lift their foot, still clad in its shoe. "It might be, um--if my teeth's changing and back are I might be changing there too. Those hooky things that birds have. The...the...predator ones." They make the 'hooky things' (they're talons) motions with their hands. "It's kinda hard to walk on just my feet. I hope I can eat human food after this," they add, the tiniest bit of concern creeping into their voice as they tap their chin. They don't want to be a meat-only-eater.