[feeling homesick?]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: the student body
When: October 9
Where: anywhere outside!
What: set fire to the rain
Warnings: some people might get chewed on by a fox

[On the morning of October 9th, a bright, almost ethereal glow flares from the rooftop]

[It lasts but a few seconds and can be seen from anywhere outside, as well as through the windows of the school. though it dissipates quickly, small bursts of light remain scattered in the sky, slowly floating down to the earth below. they are. . .]

[. . . small tongues of blue fire? they dance in the air like playful sprites, wiggling this way and that, inviting you closer with their whimsical shimmies. should you get too close to these sprites, you will hear a familiar voice echoing in your head. it is the voice of someone very close to you! someone you cared for. someone you once loved very, very much. someone you miss. someone you would do anything to see again]

[touch these tongues of blue flame, and that same person will appear before you, smiling with their hand extended. you will feel compelled to take it, almost as if you are in a trance. almost as if you cannot resist]

[the apparitions of your loved ones will attempt to guide you into the forest. characters who touch the flames will be reduced to a dreamlike state and compelled to follow them. this trance can be broken by another character with either a) a solid punch/stab/any kind of inflicted pain or b) a kiss. this knowledge is not known ICly, so you better get to experimenting!! if the trance is broken, the apparition will vanish in a whirlwind of blue fire with an irritated shriek, leaving nothing behind but a sense of loss and forlorn longing in the character who was affected]

[should a character's trance not be broken before they reach the woods. . . well. the apparition of their loved one will smile wickedly as it sprouts blue fox ears and three fluffy, blue tails at its back. its eyes will turn white, its teeth sharp, as its entire body shifts and morphs into a four-legged kitsune with blue fur and white-socked feet. the trance will be broken right as it attacks, as it attempts to sink teeth into its victim's neck and tear them limb from limb. whoops! looks like you got suckered into a miniboss fight!]

[the kitsune are pretty quick on their feet! they are difficult to hit, and their bites hurt, leaving an icy-hot sensation crawling across the skin at the site of the wound. they cannot be killed, but they can be injured with typical weapons (their blood oozes dark black), and they tend to balk when faced with more than one opponent. if you have a friend with you to fend them off, they are more likely to flee than not, curling up into balls of fur and popping out of existence with a bright blue spark of heat. the buddy system will be invaluable here!]

Comments

[isdf]

[Is that how brothers work . . . ?

Yuma doesn't think so. He wouldn't forsake his purpose like that, either. Nevertheless, he lets out a single mirthful breath after a moment.]

Thank you, Mocha. Your words bring me . . . relief.

[rugpull]

I need ya to give a shit about yerself.

[isdf]

Please do not worry. I have no intention of simply taking whatever comes.

[rugpull]

One day put yerself first.

[isdf]

[He smiles wryly.]

. . . That day has already past. I did several highly unreasonable things for myself, and paid the price for them.

[rugpull]

[drapes on]

Yeeehhh?

[isdf]

[The discomfort of shame simmers, but the worst of it is smoothed out by the contentment of the moment.]

I'm not proud of that day; however, I learned a valuable lesson on not being so hasty next time.

[rugpull]

[kisses cheek]

Well m'proud of ya.

[isdf]

[He shouldn't be. The words are almost out of his open mouth when Yuma freezes, astonished into speechlessness by the touch.]

Was that . . . a kiss?

[rugpull]

Baby kiss for a baby.

[isdf]

A baby . . . ?!

[rugpull]

Ya got young vibes.

[isdf]

I am most certainly not a baby! By any measure, I would be considered a young person, if not an adolescent, at the youngest.

[rugpull]

I am emotionally an old man.

[isdf]

[Huh?]

Why do you say that?

[rugpull]

Cuz I'm not baby of course.

Except when I am.

[isdf]

. . . Are you making fun of me?

[rugpull]

A little? Yer a sweet boy.

[isdf]

Sweet . . . ?

[rugpull]

Yeh? Yer a nice boy and alla that. Old people must love ya.

[isdf]

[The oldest person he can think of is . . . Ah.]

Most of my relationships with others were strictly professional. I do not believe they carried such a sentiment.

[rugpull]

Yer life sounds bad as shit.

[isdf]

[He chuckles.]

I was used to it. It wasn't terrible.

[rugpull]

It wasn't great either.

Can't grow that way.

[isdf]

. . . I did grow. When I wasn't training, I did research on how normal young adults live.