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EVENT: The Attack of the Clowns
Early in the morning, those who had brought one back would find the bird keychains they brought back from their trip to that skii resort doing something...strange. The small eyes on the things started pulsing with a faint light that might go unnoticed at first. It doesn't stop though, and keeps right on pulsing for the rest of the morning.
Shortly, before noon, the light stops pulsing and shines bright enough to be uncomfortable.
Two things happen at once when it does.
One of these things is this: within a 50 meter radius of every keychain, strange ripples appear in the ground. From these ripples, something that is barely humanoid in shape slowly ascend. Their colours range from red to silver to yellow to purple. When they've materialized all the way, the Clowns immediately spring into action, attacking anyone nearby and, if there is no one, move in whatever direction they were facing, seeking victims.
The other thing that happens is a voice, young, lilting and feminine, being projected through the keychains.
""Thank you for all that you have done: none of this would have been possible without your contributions. I would thank you all in person except I don't believe I am really welcome here. Which is a pity as I hadn't gotten to meet all of my lovely victims the first time around. Please accept these children as a token of my appreciation instead. They are a little, ah, crude, but I do hope you will all play nicely~."
((OOC: Please put [Character Name | Location | OPEN/CLOSED ] in your subject header! Event information can be found here.))
Shortly, before noon, the light stops pulsing and shines bright enough to be uncomfortable.
Two things happen at once when it does.
One of these things is this: within a 50 meter radius of every keychain, strange ripples appear in the ground. From these ripples, something that is barely humanoid in shape slowly ascend. Their colours range from red to silver to yellow to purple. When they've materialized all the way, the Clowns immediately spring into action, attacking anyone nearby and, if there is no one, move in whatever direction they were facing, seeking victims.
The other thing that happens is a voice, young, lilting and feminine, being projected through the keychains.
""Thank you for all that you have done: none of this would have been possible without your contributions. I would thank you all in person except I don't believe I am really welcome here. Which is a pity as I hadn't gotten to meet all of my lovely victims the first time around. Please accept these children as a token of my appreciation instead. They are a little, ah, crude, but I do hope you will all play nicely~."
((OOC: Please put [Character Name | Location | OPEN/CLOSED ] in your subject header! Event information can be found here.))
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Sever the head, down the Clown.
So with a roar Kanji poured all in and pulled further, yanking the blade in and through to retrieve it again- he didn't like leaving the blade in something like black blood if he could help it; too gross.
The Clown's body slackened and he kicked it away, swinging the blade to whip off the ooze. He took a moment as he bucked up from the odd burning, tingling of the power the Clown had used on him, and nodded.
"Tohno-san's version's got a bigger punch. She'll probably be happy to know they can't beat the original." The smile was wry as he continued onward. They had more Reds to find!
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Most of the black ichor came off with a few swings, but the rest could require a good bath later. Her soul touched his, concerned at the buck, but he seemed fine. His words make her smile faintly.
"Of course. A copy isn't on par with the original." Perhaps they can evoke the same feeling, but it's never the same. With this one down, Naoto focused ahead to find another.