EVENT: The Attack of the Clowns

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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~."

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Comments

[motherofthesun]

I have. Though, would you work better with someone used to technology?

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Don't think understanding technology is prerequisite. Even to humans from own world, level of technology was when was ship far surpassed anything they knew.

[motherofthesun]

Ah, I see. Just a stronger will then... or a calming one.

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Think you are nearly ideal mix of both. Know you can handle difficult thinkpan, and your ability to calm means am less worried. Am aware that worrying about effect of mind is extremely counter-productive.

[motherofthesun]

I do have some experience with difficult minds. Contesting demons mostly, but they should have a chance to talk.

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What are demons?

[motherofthesun]

Demons. Well, they are literal creatures born from ill-will you could say. It can be anything, even a paper parasol thrown away without the chance of being used again. They often prefer to torment humans which is why I fight against them. Killing humans will not satisfy their anger. Of course, humans can turn into demons themselves much like the Kishin eggs here.

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Sound very much like kishin eggs. Except am confused about how inanimate objects can develop ill-will.

Though suppose have seen evidence today that is quite possible.

[motherofthesun]

Usually, the spirit of a grudge, but that's a story for another time.

Ah, here we are.

[The other dorm. Creeping Crypt.]

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[Psii will have to remember to ask about that.]

Sense many hostile presences. But cannot determine castes--colors yet.

[motherofthesun]

That's alright. We'll find out soon enough...

[Because she's going in...]

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[Psii's ready. Brief rest has made him feel almost back to full strength.]

Wonder why so many are concentrated here.

[motherofthesun]

They seem primal. Attacking whatever they feel like without a care.

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Agreed. But they have to have come from somewhere.

[Isn't the time to worry about that now, though. Psii reaches out with senses to find closest threat.]

Not far ahead, think there is a silver one.

[motherofthesun]

They were attracted here from the sounds of it. I heard a Witch's voice.

[Eyes wide and ears high, Amaterasu hears people milling about along with Clowns shuffling along.]

A silver one? Alright. Let's get rid of it.

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[Shape of silver one is impossible to read through whatever sensors Weapon hardware is using. Psii tries to get fix on it anyway, letting power build.]

What is it doing?

[motherofthesun]

I saw one before. They don't maintain a single form in battle.

[Her fur's rising as she gets closer and closer to the clown's location.]

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That's new one.

[He can feel Amaterasu's hackles rising, as if in concert with his own sense of energy building, and he holds energy crackling, ready for her.]

As long it has shape to aim at, can hit it.

[motherofthesun]

So hold it to a form? I think I can do that...

[Bounding up to the next floor, there's the clown. Its body writhes and twists around, body bubbling as a new threat appears before it. An actual threat even. Not sure what shape to assume, it tried to take on something at least vaguely canine. She snarls at it, prepared to battle.]

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[Psii can get fix on it in now, and is offended on Amaterasu's behalf at its mimicry, much as she was on his. He sends energy outward, with the extra push is becoming accustomed to giving it.]

Get it.

[motherofthesun]

[At least one of them is. His words have her shooting like a bullet, engaging with the silver clown with a vicious snarl and snapping. She could use her Weapon, but at the same time, that could wait until the clown was frustrated. Fangs and fur, a bash upside the clown's head exposing its chest for a blast of energy.]

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[Amaterasu's intent focuses Psii's even better, and he directs energy blast squarely at chest of silver thing--neither canine nor clown, but malevolently both. Rest did him good, and it crumples to floor.]

Imposters, [he scoffs.]

[motherofthesun]

[She snorts herself]

That could have been more of a challenge. [Still, she's watching its body closely, waiting to see if that blast had been enough.]

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Am not going to complain.

[He can hear humans engaged in battle or retreat close by, foreshadowing more clowns to confront.]

Imagine things will get less easy soon.

[motherofthesun]

That's fine. No matter the threat posed, it has to be dealt with.

[She's dashing to the source, eyes ahead and ears forward. She'll barrel into the fight if necessary.]