Community ︶꒦꒷Oct2024 Haunted Festival꒷꒦︶

[Mephisto]

Titles:

[Fae, Mundane], Text Colors: #ffcf30, #e60606

“It's Showtime!!” - 1/1, cooldown not active

“One Hell of a Show!” - 1/1, cooldown not active

“We Have a Deal to Make” - 1/1, cooldown not active

Mentions: | Irihi |

Total Amount of Points: 2
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“...Pardon?”

Mephisto’s initial reaction to her biting words wasn’t of disbelief. He immediately honed in on her intentions. If he did not, then the phantom of a scythe begging for his head would be the next indicator. It kissed the neck of his suit, hanging from shoulder to shoulder in a wide and deadly embrace. The potential for disaster always clung on his coattails - and yet here it was, broad and bold as death itself knocking on his door.

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t react in any sort of way that indicated fear, sorrow, or even… humanity. If anything, he found a new form of entertainment in the situation. He felt the harrowing pressure of a false guillotine that would have cut through his collar and into his flesh... if only there was a blade to begin with.

Instead he followed the dread presence as if it were the limb of a dear companion.

His lips grew cold. He felt the skin on the tips of his nose and ears die. Frostbite? No, the spell didn’t burn with harsh, low temperatures. Necrosis? There was not a discernible odor. Even as his nose felt the sting of the strange magic, there was no taste of rancid flesh either. Decomposition also carried with it a very distinguishable… pain.

No, she attempted to steal away the very breath of his essence. She reeked of decay, the kind that emanated from the soul - the roots of the soul. She rotted from the inside-out, barely detectable to any save for those familiar with the sensation.

Mephisto followed her words carefully, memorizing what he had to. She posed quite the tempting possibility, after all. This wouldn’t be the last time they’d engage in such a dance of words and poison. His chest rose and fell with a compressed cackle.

“Irihi,” he repeated back to her.

The uncertainty of her mental state did little to dissuade him from imagining such horrible works. His facade shivered. [Illusion 21]

He didn’t move. His Shadow did.

The shape crawled over his shoulders, staring into Irihi’s eyes with a permanent grin to mirror that of its master. It reached into the bare throat of Mephisto with a set of sharp talons - and pulled. The mask peeled away, sticking to what lay underneath in a desperate bid to cling to the disguise.

Mephisto didn’t need it. Not here, not for the witch before him. Skin stretched until it snapped. Blood fell until the veins ran dry. Flesh didn’t matter. The bone beyond even that didn’t matter. All that Mephisto was left with was what Irihi felt like she wanted - pure and simple. Death, a bleached skull glaring directly at her.

“Irihi,” the voice carried on.

His eyes dissolved into black pits - hollow, but not empty. The red glare of something within Mephisto’s cowl of pale skin snickered in the abyss. The sliver of soulfire was stamped out. The lights persisted.

“I’m here… I’m always here… my friend~”

He swept a bang out of her face. The Shadow coiled next to the skull as it howled in unfathomable pain. A wild beast beyond beasts - that is what this was. The humanoid features shattered and reshaped themselves into the facial and jaw structure of a chimeric nightmare. Pointed, sharp, with omnivorous teeth, and those lights forever looking out from the ossified cage.

Crowned by antlers, Mephisto lowered his hand.

He extended his pointer finger…

And pressed it against Irihi’s nose!

The illusion immediately dissipated, returning Mephisto to his… "original" shape as if nothing happened. The colors of the world came back into plain, uninterrupted view. It would be overwhelming if it weren't so unbelievable. His lies and his truths intertwined, becoming more labyrinth than conversation.

“As for why I’ve troubled you, my dear… why not?”

 

[Gwen_Temi]

Demeter
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A surprisingly soft thud rang out from the lever as the young dryad brought her hammer down and the puck... didn't rise an inch.

Her eyes widened in surprise. Then, they narrowed in skepticism; head tilting ever so slightly. She glanced back over her shoulders to see if anyone of importance had seen that. Then, turned back to the High Striker with an ever-creasing brow.

"Okay, hang on. Lemme just..."

She cleared her throat and decided to focus up for this one. Her grip on the mallet tightened as she readied herself. She glanced down at her feet as spaced them out some; as though that new slightly wider stance would've somehow added a bit more power to her swing or something. She raised the mallet high over her head then, with a light grunt, brought it back down and gave The High Striker another shot.

 

[Karcen]

Katja Galinka
Mentions: NachoGod

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" I am not a sister i have not taken the required vows " Katja corrected the Luchador though there was no annoyance in her tone she was used to this confusion and if anything was just glad he didn't mention how revealing her robes were. It was a nice change, and if confirmed that the man was from a world similar to hers as least in terms of religion and languages. Though that the man was not just in a costume was both expected and not expected given the people all around looked to be in costume and it seemed at least the two of them had worn no costume. Well a luchador was always in costume but something told her that he wore this outfit as much as she wore hers.

The whole someone here was a killer thing seemed not to be affecting anyone here, and in some ways it shouldn't as if it was a ghost doing it then there was little way for those possessed to remember it. Still Katja did wish she could banish evil spirits like the priests could, perhaps with the right skills she could. Still treating things like they were normal was a bit odd, or well it seemed odd to be so carefree, but perhaps it was more odd to be worried judging by how others were playing games.

" how about the haunted house then? I never had the chance to actually go through any " She suggested more or less deciding she would go with the luchador around and that well she couldn't suspect people of being odd when everyone was acting normal. " though first i think i will try this another thing i have never done" She chuckled liftign the hammer and bringing to down to the test of strength game.

points 1

Spoiler: night plans

Pray a rosary then sleep

 

[Maverick Six]

Martin

Mentions: Develius NachoGod Moonberry (Contains Martin's night plans)
Equipped Titles: Abomination, Human (Mundane), Construct, Novice Tinkerer, Isekai

When the Luchador apologized, he was met with a dismissive. "No problem. It was but an inconvenience. If you'd like to make it up to me, then why not tell me where you're from whenever you do so get the chance? I do like hearing of people from other worlds. The stories fascinate me. And I often like to catalogue my findings." To one such as him, it was merely research. People got to talk about themselves. And he got to search for any correlations and commonalities between worlds. So far, being from a place akin to earth was quite common. It also seemed common for these worlds to lack metahumans of any kind.

A shot fired and a gun lowered. Martin then observed the next shot that "Cassidy" had taken. And then smiled.

"Come now Cowboy. You won't let some pencil pushing codger like myself outshoot you, will you?" A brief line of banter before he spoke of more serious matters.

"I see. So the possibility of spirits ought not to be ruled out. Or the otherwise sufficiently motivated killer." He pursed his lips in thoughts.

Martin was not used to dealing with such non-physical threats. Perhaps an adversary might strike him in unorthodox and indirect ways, but such things were often hitting him in his pockets, destroying his inventions or meddling in his resources. A spirit presented a threat which was difficult to confront in and of itself even if it was squarely in front of him. And the only thing he had on hand was this Talisman.

"I see. Maybe I might be able to go about gathering some info." In the vein of an intellectual, Martin seeks to make predictions. "I should probably let you know. I plan on paying a visiting lady Lady Aurelia tonight That way she may be less tight lipped." He says.

"I suspect one will inevitably ask questions, sooner or later."

Another shot.

Spoiler: Martin's Nightly Activity

At the Nights end, Martin decides to question Lady Aurelia one what exactly it is that she wanted to say before she was cut off.

"You said you saw someone walking by the guest houses. What do you remember seeing, before Alistair cut you off? Speak freely, Ms. Aurelia."

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Actions: 2/3

1. Idle Chit Chat

2. Marksmanship Game

3.

Point Counter: 3/20

 

[II-CinderRadcliff-II]

TRAVERSING SOMEWHERE

As the crowd began to disperse and the body was lowered down from the tree Lauren decided to pay the fortune teller's stall a visit. While she's not particularly superstitious like most others in this world seemed to be, she knew it would be better to be on the safe side and ask the fortune teller some questions. She had been spacing out when the fortune teller had explained what their little gift specifically did, or if it could be used multiple times... She hoped it could be used more than once, as she wasn't convinced that--if there were actually any spirits--there would only be one. Her feet carried her towards the fortune teller as she avoided getting too close to anyone, as worry plagued her mind about who in their midst had blood on their hands. The entire first week she had spent in this world had ingrained a sense of paranoia and fear within her heart, and despite her efforts to work through her issues she still felt off at times. Finding herself outside of the tent near one of the gates, she briefly brushing shoulders with Aqua before vanishing inside - her gaze taking in the unfamiliar atmosphere the fortune teller's tent had inside.

[Fortune Teller: 9]

Lauren was quick to settle herself in as the fortune teller made her presence known, three decks of tarot cards laid out before her as the ambient light from the various candles and the orb on the low table provided some visibility. Her gaze met the woman before her, though before she could ask any questions the seer spoke.
"You may pick three cards from whatever part of the three decks you desire. But know this, that with each card drawn several opportunities will become out of your reach... Though perhaps another opportunity may reveal itself at an opportune moment." The seer forewarned, as Lauren reached out her hand as she thought about which cards to pick. So many choices, though she didn't believe they had any real meaning. It took a couple of moments for her to pick the cards that seemed to call out to her, flipping the three over to reveal their faces:

The Magician​

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The Hanged Man​

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The Moon​

As Lauren laid her cards out for the seer to see, she noticed the crystal ball churn as her gaze became fixated on it for a brief moment. She instinctively flinched as a rapid series of vague images flashed before her eyes, though as quickly as the images had come they vanished without a trace. Her focused turned back to the fortune teller as she wrote something down, handing the slip of paper to Lauren.
"You're fortunate to have such a studious head on your shoulders," The Fortune teller began. "And I'd advise you to listen to your instincts tonight. The talisman may be able to dispel the spirit possessing one of you, but it will not protect you from being possessed." She spoke with a tone of truth to her voice, though she had a feeling a part of it was good acting. As Lauren looked at the slip of paper she saw what it read. 'Great Blessing'

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Festival Points: 4

IN ISEKAI HELL

 

[Voider]

"Elegant" Glacier​

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Strangely, Glacier had received an invite to attend some party at a manor. While he didn't feel he fit in such a "noble" environment, it would have been rude to ignore it, so travel he did. Of course, his normal appearance would probably look out of place... which is why he reused a top hat he'd gotten during the last time he visited a manor! Glacier felt that is was the perfect addition for such an occasion.

The first day went along well enough, Glacier mostly just surveying the premises and giving polite greetings. Yet, the surprise during the night was horrifying. Though he had no physical need for sleep, Glacier found he couldn't even if he tried, the previous scene too disturbing.

...The Next Morning...​

Glacier walked past the various stalls and people, doing his best to put last night out of his mind. Seeing an open stand for apple bobbing, he decided to give it a try, stepping up to the basin. Carefully studying one apple floating over towards the right side, he reared back his head, before diving in with jaws outstretched.

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Current Action:
Play Apple Bobbing
Night Action:
Stay by the pool (GG3) to meditate and practice his ice magic.​

 

[Lolory]

ELVYRA HIGHWATER | Blackwell Vampire | VIP
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"Any idea why our next stop is some town festival?" Saldana complained from the front of the carriage. Elvyra simply fanned herself idly, dressed to the nines in nicer clothing than she'd been in since she came to this life. Saldana, who was used to scruffy dock workers wear and boots, tugged on his tight collar as he guided the horse drawn carriage to the gates of the Valenwood Estate. There were plenty of people who'd arrived before them and it seems the festivities were already started by the time they'd pulled up.

"Saldana, these people reek of money, and that means opportunity. A chance to get cozy and beside some of them to do further business." She explained to him. The carriage door opened, and Saldana played the perfect part of a servant letting a lady out of the ride. It was a common enough sight to see a Beastkin servant and a human noble in these parts, and Elvyra made it her mission to appear as professional as she could with her meager funds. After her previous successful stint, she'd come into some funds and had managed to get a client here or there. But she'd need more if she was going to reach the top. "And I brought YOU along because Winrey is off living his life, and I don't feel like dodging misfortune with Kuro around. Once we get a solid crew, jobs like the Goldpot casino will be a piece of cake. Think of this as networking."

Saldana rolled his eyes, but went along with it anyways. "I'll just be waiting in the carriage. You don't really need me to hang around to 'network' do you?" He said, pointing a thumb back. Elvyra left him to the carriage, and entered the estate.

The first night was lively and full of fun activities and games to complete, all of which had pretty unique prizes that she'd been eyeing since she walked the fairgrounds. The hosts of this fall festival were interesting enough to her to stick around instead of sneaking off back to her apartment in Azuran City. When she went to find her lodgings, she almost wished she HAD packed up and left, since she was sharing a room with 8 other people. She introduced herself to her roommates, and decided she'd just spend the night perusing the fairgrounds and checking to see which prizes really caught her eye. She was never one for carnival games, but if she were going to be here, she'd have to make the most of it when she wasn't trying to cozy up to other people.

Spoiler: Night 1

Elvyra walked the fairgrounds and inspected the different games and prizes.

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THE NEXT MORNING...
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Having slept rather peacefully, Elvyra was woken up by a bloodcurdling scream that rang out through the halls. It seemed to come directly from outside the room as well. Seeing her other roommates bolt into actions, Elvyra joined them in leaving to see what was wrong, only to find a horrifying scene. The brave adventurer from yesterday who'd made a show of welcoming everyone and being the life of the party was found dead in a gruesome manner. Elvyra was quite disturbed something like this could happen at a festival of all places, murder right out in the open was ballsy even for her.

A fortune teller...and ghosts? How ridiculous. Ironically, she didn't believe in spirits and ghosts though she supposed in this world they were quite common. Even in Blackwell, "dead things" stayed dead. The Fortune Teller handed everyone a talisman, something to give them protection from whatever "vengeful" spirit was possibly wreaking havoc on them. In her estimation, however, that man died from some other foul play. Blaming a ghost just seemed like a poor excuse. Everyone else brought it hook, line, and sinker though and pocketed the Talisman while murmuring about how scary the ghost was. She didn't want to stick out, so she pocketed the Talisman as well and kept it close to her. Well I suppose the festivals cancelled- She blinked in surprise as the host announced they'd continue on with the revelry while they "investigated" this mans death.

That just seemed like a ploy to get any and all suspects in the same place. She sighed, she hadn't wanted to stay for longer than she had to, but she supposed this meant Saldana will be staying in that carriage for longer than he thought. Since games were being offered, she'd made up her mind about which game she was going to play: The Marksman game. She remembered where it was from having walked the fairgrounds last night.

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Spoiler: Post Summary

Elvyra arrives to the estate with her assistant Saldana. She plans on trying to find potential new clients here who are also nobles. That first night, she spent it perusing each game station before she turned in for the night. The next morning she discovered the body with everyone else, and then decided her first game would be the Marksman game.

Actions:
1. Enter the Fall Festival
2. Discover Body
3. Travel to ST6 (Marksman game)

Mentions: Moonberry​

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Aqua

Location: Goldfish booth
Points earned: 2 pts
Giftvi DarkKitsune​

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"G-goldfish!" Aqua's next destination was a simple stall with goldfish scooping game, this was a classic in her previous world's festival so she's pretty excited to try it. There's already another two participants skillfully scooping the fishes. Without saying a word Aqua grabbed a net for herself and joined them at scooping the goldfish. Her hands trembled as she tried to scoop her first one.​

 

[Elijay]

John

NachoGod Gwen_Temi Karcen​

John couldn’t help but overhear as the luchador turned to the nun for advice after his reckless swing. “Sorry to butt in... but maybe washing those greasy hands might help?” John suggested with a smirk. Then, with far less confidence, he picked up the hammer and gave the bell a pathetic swing, barely making a sound. (previous post swing) He grimaced at his own attempt as Demeter, a familiar face from a previous adventure, stepped up to take her turn.

"Hey, plant lady! Didn't expect to see you here again." John called out with a grin, watching as Demeter gave it a go. But her swing was just as underwhelming, and the bell didn’t budge.

“This thing’s rigged, I'm telling you!” cried John, as he took another swing with the hammer to prove his point.

Spoiler: Night planned activities

Visits the fortune teller to get his fortune read.

 

[Giftvi]

Watching of Cosplay

Ambient Vibes

Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Total Amount of Points: 5
Interaction: DarkKitsune Spoiled Bread

Watching looked towards Aqua as she walked over to join it and the two others present here at the booth for some catching of goldfish, but it became all too apparent all too quickly that it wasn't their expertise, or maybe they were a bit nervous? Certainly nervous was perhaps a bit more of an appropriate way to put it when considering her facial expression at this moment.

It gave a thumbs up towards Aqua, almost as if to motivate her, or however that would be taken when getting a thumbs up from a large purple mammal like creature that you think might be like... some sort of really odd magical marsupial? Or perhaps a mustelid would be closer in terms of its shape, like an odd stoat of some kind? But then the fact its tail had there white dots upon it which seems to be partially hollow, and looked like they had spines, and the fact it was wearing a.... dinosaur costume. Well those were a bit unexplainable honestly all things considering.

Still perhaps as it had given the thumps up to Aqua, it had similarly lost the groove which it had previously been in. And as it tried to scoop up a goldfish, which it failed, it was obvious now perhaps to her as well that it looked more then a lil intoxicated.​

 

[Maxxob]

Adelhein El-Melloi von Breyer // Saber Alter // Gilgamesh

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Titles:
Adelhein: [Isekai], [Human], [Adept Magus] Color - #e60e0e
Saber Alter: [Isekai], [Construct], [Adept Swordsman] Color - #470c85
Gilgamesh: [Isekai], [Construct], [Adept Mage] Color - #d3fa5c

Moonberry

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Spoiler: Influences

Corruption

0%

Saber Alter's Influence

15%

Gilgamesh's Influence

5%

As Adelhein placed each card on the table, the subtle tension between his curious anticipation and analytical mind became palpable. His gaze, sharp and focused, lingered over each card.

The Magician,
The Hanged Man,
Two of Pentacles.
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He absorbed the fortune-teller’s explanation, already beginning to turn it over in his mind.

“Your fortune doesn’t seem to be the greatest, but it isn’t the worst, as well.” The fortune-teller said, looking intently at the cards. “The Magician represents potential, the ability to manifest, or a time of decision-making.” The woman said, pointing at the card, before sliding her finger towards the next one.

“The Magician speaks of potential... how quaint,” Saber muttered, her tone dripping with dark sarcasm. Her cold, golden gaze locked onto the card, dismissing the concept with a faint scoff. “Potential alone is meaningless. It’s the resolve to shatter those limitations that matters, the will to crush any obstacle in one’s way.” She glanced at Adelhein from the corner of her eye, her presence heavy with unyielding resolve. "If you lack the strength to bend fate, then you're merely toying with the unknown."

Adelhein’s expression didn’t falter, instead deepening into contemplation. The dark knight’s words, while edged, aligned with his own philosophy -power wasn’t something that was simply handed to you, it had to be seized, shaped by one's own hand. The fortune-teller’s words continued, detailing how The Hanged Man represented pause and reflection.

“Meanwhile, The Hanged Man represents suspension, contemplation, and a pause for reflection, indicating that the energy of The Magician isn't fully actionable yet, creating a neutral dynamic.” The fortune-teller continued her explanation, drifting towards the last card with her index.

“You would know much about hanging in suspense, wouldn't you?” Gilgamesh interjected with a sly smirk, her voice regal and commanding, filled with amusement. “Toys like this, telling you to ‘wait and reflect,’ are simply the excuses of the powerless. True kings, true rulers, never pause. They act when they deem it necessary, and fate itself bends to their will.” She folded her arms, her short blond hair swaying slightly as she tilted her head towards Adelhein. “But, of course, you already understand that.”

Adelhein's lips curled faintly as he met Gilgamesh’s gaze, their mutual understanding of control and destiny evident. “...and royal providence can do just the same most of the time,” he remarked, his voice calm but with a glint of something deeper. He knew that in the presence of such beings, the concepts of fortune or destiny were not merely suggestions—they were tools to be manipulated.

Gilgamesh nodded approvingly, her eyes gleaming with haughty amusement. “Indeed, Adelhein, always remember that there are none above those born to rule.” She turned her gaze toward the cards, but with clear disdain. “Draw as many as you like, but remember—it’s not the cards that dictate your path.”

Saber's silence was no less intense. She stared at the deck with cold calculation, the weight of her words already echoing in the room. “Fortune favors those strong enough to rend it apart.” Her hand rested lightly on the hilt of her sword, as if ready to demonstrate that very point.

Adelhein, caught between the contrasting yet strangely aligned philosophies of the two powerful women, felt the weight of his own thoughts as he reached for the deck once more. With measured purpose, he began to draw three more cards, his mind racing with the possibilities, his resolve hardening.

In that moment, whether the cards told fortune or folly, one thing was certain: Adelhein had no intention of letting fate have the final say.

Spoiler: Actions

1 point
Plans to spend the night at the library at MF8, reading some books.

 

[Giftvi]

Watching of Cosplay

Ambient Vibes

Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Total Amount of Points: 7
Interaction: DarkKitsune Spoiled Bread

Watching looked a little frustrated at it's failure, pausing for a good minute on the empty net as if it was having like... a panic attack or some existential crisis that it couldn't save someone else's life as if the meaning of its own life depended upon such a fact? Or maybe that wasn't at all what was going through the mind of it and whoever was watching it just stand silently there for a good whole minute. Because... well there wasn't really a good easy way of reading the expression of a creature which didn't have any eyebrows or mouth to more easily express itself in forms that people would more easily recognize.

But what had happened had happened, nothing too bad, as long as it didn't hopefully keep disappointing itself.​

 

[Irihi]

Irihi Spokelse
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Irihi’s eyes crossed for a moment as she looked at the finger pressed against her nose.

That was about as benign as her expression was going to get, which was pretty good, all things considered. “And what, pray tell, makes you think we could ever be friends?” Irihi demanded of this insolent spirit. Not giving Mephisto room to answer, she carried on. “You remind me of someone… a demon who was supposed to be my jailer, but no… you couldn’t be him.” Her eyes narrowed as she took on an expression both pensive and displeased. “Something happened to him; what was it again? She placed a finger to her chin, as if trying to recall. ”Oh, that’s right… Her pale purple gaze lowered to meet the glassy stare of Mephisto’s facade as she remembered just what had happened to that sadistic soul. ”...it was me.”

Thin lips quirked into a sinister half-smile. ”If you’re not cautious, Mephisto, I might happen to you as well.” Careful. Irihi counseled herself. Because, indeed she had happened to that benighted creature when she delved too deeply and too quickly into his mad world. She could not deny that, when the mask was ripped aside and she had been granted a glimpse into Mephisto’s truth, a little coal dust had been shaken from her cracked black heat as it fluttered.

Slow, don’t flirt. She counseled herself. Be annoyed, he is obnoxious, and he wears the skin of a mudblood abomination well. She told herself. I don’t want to sully my hands painting the walls with this one.

Not yet, at least.

Irihi put on a careless mein. “Since you seem determined to darken my… There it was again. Curses! “...day; I have a errand in need of doing. It seems I have left my party favor with the soothsayer. Be a dear and fetch it for me, won’t you?” she requested, airily. Perhaps while you are there, you might ask her how long you can expect to survive me.” She suggested.

“Meanwhile, I have bigger fish, than you, to fry,” she said, and turned, with a dismissive laugh, to the goldfish-catching booth.

Spoiler: Irihi’s Night

Dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight.

 

[NachoGod]

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Caesar “surpann” Romero

Equipped Titles: Human
Mentions Karcen (Katja)

Caesars eyes would raise slightly in surprise upon hearing the Woman was not a Sister. He would have thought based on her garb that she was. Though a second glance would reveal a few discrepancies with his assumption. Nonetheless he would watch as she struck the plunger and launched the weight upwards dinging the bell. A slight flush crossing his face as she had accomplished what he could not. “Well…impressive sis- My apologies…what should I address you as?” he would ask her with a tone of intrigue. “my name is Caesar.” He would add hoping that introducing himself would make her more inclined to do so as well.

Following her lead towards the haunted house Caesar would let his eyes wander across the crowds of people. Many playing games and mingling, He wondered what if anything could he done about the murder situation they were in. If it was truly a murderous spirit as the fortune teller had suggested , then he would be next to useless in helping, besides perhaps restraining the victim of its possession…yet half the guests here he knew would be close to impossible for him to restrain even at his best.

The duo would near the haunted house and Caesar would gaze up at it with a look of trepidation. He was a man easily frightened and knew that he would likely struggle with this kind of thing. Still he would not shy away, viewing it as a challenge he could not shy away. He would need to be courageous, ‘And for courage to exist one must feel fear.’ He would think to himself. “so you have never been to a haunted house before? I have found that few are actually scary. It is usually jump scares, lighting, and spooky sounds.” he would say mostly to reassure himself

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Spoiler: Summary

Caesar watches Katja do the strength test introducing himself afterwards and proceeds to the haunted house. His is rather obviously nervous about going in.

Spoiler: Nightly activities

After mingling for a bit he will return to his room, Exercise, and Go to bed. Of course making sure to lock his door.

 

[Mephisto]

Titles:

[Fae, Mundane], Text Colors: #ffcf30, #e60606

“It's Showtime!!” - 1/1, cooldown not active

“One Hell of a Show!” - 0/1, used this round

“We Have a Deal to Make” - 1/1, cooldown not active

Mentions: | Irihi |

Total Amount of Points: 2
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His expression tightened, but not out of malice. She seemed to be thinking of something else when she looked at him. A low laugh emerged from his chest as he folded his arms behind his back. He remained bent at the waist to accommodate for their difference in height, but lowered himself even further to place himself at eye-level with her. He reached into his pocket and produced his own talisman, placing it in her small pale hand. He gave a small wink and stood up straight.

"Call that insurance, darling," a certain Southern drawl remained despite his reincarnation.

"You get to keep that if I have another horrible fate assigned to me~" he strolled back into the fortune teller's tent.

While he was there to retrieve Irihi's own forsaken talisman, he decided to go ahead and test the throes of fate.

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When night fell, he played to his element. He set the elf witch's talisman on top of the mantlepiece in [MF6]. Without hesitation, he curled his fingers through the open air and settled them on the head of his cane as it appeared from a wisp of red smoke. He began to hum, setting a rhythm for himself - and then it happened. The stroke of midnight crawled into reality, seeping its dark rumors and perilous malignance into the world at large. Whatever happened... would be up to fate.

But for Mephisto... he would sing - and it would be One Hell of a Show!

"Black clouds in the night
Gather to unleash a storm
No thunder or fire
It's a hellish delight
Rage and fury reborn
A murderous bloody desire!

It's crawling into my heart
Letting me know
Keeping me fed
It's pulling me apart
I can feel it grow!
A devilish dance with the dead!

It demands not one of us survive!
Hatred from deep in the earth
Brilliant like the heavenly sun
Burning me alive!
I haven't felt this since my rebirth
But I know... she's the one~"
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There would be a pause in the unseen band's musical interpretation of his lyrics. The strings slowly tingled. The horns rumbled like thunder. The pungent aroma of fire and brimstone wafted from the smoldering fireplace. He reached a hand towards the figure in the doorway, taking Irihi's slender fingers in his own and giving her a truly haunting ballroom experience as the instruments swelled with a newfound energy. He set the pace as an intimate waltz, twirling rapaciously yet keeping her as close as he saw fit in their new vivid range of motion and momentum.

Faint illumination flickered from the swaying lamps, the embers from the evening fire, and the cracks of lightning from the rainless twilight outside.

"I have so many plans
You must understand
How I feel about holding your hand

It's a deadly thing
This little fling
I'm sure we'll make the world sing

Songs of terror
Songs of horror
And when it's all over
We'll find a way to laugh together

At the misery
It's no mystery
It's called destiny
That we burn the world together

It's not love
It's mutual killer instinct
Two monsters on the same wavelength

So let's dance the danse macabre
And all the others in-between
As we both sing

Songs of terror
Songs of horror
And when it's all over
We'll find a way to laugh together

At the misery
It's no mystery
It's called destiny
That we burn the world together

So tell me once
Tell me twice
Where would you rather be?

Don't tell me lies
I can see it in your eyes
That you'd love to raise Hell with me~"
​

He threw his head back and laughed, inviting whatever misfortune the manor manifested into their vicinity. The musical arrangement became a magnificently mortifying magnification of the macabre, providing either the majestic framework for the continued murders... or a malicious backdrop to one of their own. Either way, Mephisto continued without a care in the world. His heart was already as barren and decrepit as the thick ash smothering the embers under the mantle.

---

Actions:

1 - being an upstanding gentleman
2 - second fortune
3 - first part of the villain song!

 

[Maxxob]

Adelhein El-Melloi von Breyer // Saber Alter // Gilgamesh

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Titles:
Adelhein: [Isekai], [Human], [Adept Magus] Color - #e60e0e
Saber Alter: [Isekai], [Construct], [Adept Swordsman] Color - #470c85
Gilgamesh: [Isekai], [Construct], [Adept Mage] Color - #d3fa5c

Moonberry

​

Spoiler: Influences

Corruption

0%

Saber Alter's Influence

15%

Gilgamesh's Influence

5%

As Adelhein flipped the next three cards, his smirk deepened with each one revealed:

The Sun,
The Wheel of Fortune,
and Nine of Cups.​

An undeniably auspicious combination. He analyzed them aloud, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction, as if the universe itself was aligning with his intent.

“This one means joy, success, and positivity…” Adelhein tapped the Sun card, his fingers light but purposeful. “...this one means fate, destiny, and a positive turn of events…” His finger slid to The Wheel of Fortune. “...and finally, this means achieving what you desire, does it not?” His gaze shifted to the fortune-teller, and her silent nod affirmed his understanding. The cards practically shouted victory, fortune, and satisfaction - all the things Adelhein knew he was destined to grasp.

Saber Alter watched from the side, her expression unreadable but eyes keen. “Joy? Positivity?” she echoed with a cold smirk, her voice biting. “What fleeting, inconsequential notions.” Her golden eyes scanned the cards dismissively. “Do not let the promise of happiness dull your resolve, Master. Even those who bask in the sun's warmth are eventually burned by its flames. Strength is forged through hardship, not the comforts of success.”

Adelhein’s gaze remained on the cards for a moment longer, Saber’s words stirring something in him. He knew she was right - true power was earned, not simply gifted by favorable signs. Yet, his smirk didn’t falter. “Perhaps, but success does make the path much smoother. I see no issue with claiming what is due, so long as one has the strength to hold it.”

Gilgamesh, standing a few paces behind, let out a soft chuckle, her arms crossed as she observed the scene with an air of indulgence. “Oh? Success, destiny, achieving one's desires - it seems even the stars agree with your path, my little magus.” Her crimson eyes glittered, amused by the cards and their so-called significance. “But let me make one thing clear. Fate and fortune bow only to those who are worthy. Even the Wheel of Fortune turns for kings by their command, not the other way around.” Her tone was rich with arrogance, as if the very notion of fate being uncontrollable was beneath her.

She stepped forward, her short blond hair catching the light as she glanced down at the cards. “All these trivial attractions and tests are mere toys for the masses. If you truly seek to prove your worth, do so in a manner befitting your bloodline. Or are you content with mere parlor tricks?”

Adelhein met her gaze, sensing the unspoken challenge. “No, these are but a diversion,” he replied smoothly, his eyes already scanning the festival stalls. “Though, they do confirm what I already knew.”

Saber’s fingers flexed subtly, as if eager for more meaningful action, while Gilgamesh’s eyes glinted with regal amusement. The young magus stood and turned to the two Heroic Spirits, the cards now forgotten.

“This is enough divination for the day. How about we go and find another attraction?” Adelhein suggested, his attention drawn toward the test of strength. His smirk remained as he considered the possibilities. Would this festival truly offer a challenge, or was it merely another chance to revel in fleeting distractions?

Gilgamesh gave a small, approving nod. “Now, that is more like it. Let us see if this festival holds anything worthy of our time.”

Saber Alter followed, her demeanor as cold and resolute as ever, offering nothing but a silent, deadly presence. Whatever awaited them next, both Heroic Spirits were ready to tear through it with their own brand of power. And Adelhein, with his ever-growing ambition, was all too eager to lead the way.

Spoiler: Actions

3 point
Plans to spend the night at the library at MF8, reading some books.

 

[Karcen]

Katja Galinka
Mentions: NachoGod

​

Katja chuckled a bit at the almost slip up from Caesar " My name is Katja, though if you wish you can call me sister, though the last ones to do that were the children at the monastery " Katja did miss the children she hoped that they were alright. while she had gone out to earn money and save the world, while the place was mostly self sufficient she still did worry. Stull god had called her away to this world for some reason she didn't know yet.

Katja would look around oddly a bit more at ease now despite one of them being a killer and Katja did wonder just who was being possessed. Well if someone tried to kill anyone using her body they would hopefully find her ability to kill lacking. Still the whole place was exactly what she would expect from an old Halloween festival one that she hadn't been to in many years and one she had never apricated till they were gone. This was at least had things to celebrate so that was a blessing in of it self.

at Caesar's question Katja shook her head " The world i came from had a great evil fall on it, we lost much including the stability needed for things like this " She waved her hand out to the whole festival thing. " It is nice to see them again this world is a blessing" Caesar did seem unsure about the haunted house " If you get to scared you can cling to me if i can do the same "

points 3

 

[II-CinderRadcliff-II]

TRAVERSING SOMEWHERE

As Lauren began walking away from the fortune tellers tent she silently passed Adelhein and his miniature harem as they entered the tent, though she paid no mind to the strangers that had walked into the tent. The test of strength close by caught her attention as she noticed a decent crowd gathered close to it, though she wasn't too keen about conversing with potential murderers. And so she opted to relax and enjoy the weather while listening from a distance. She couldn't make out most of what the people around the game said to each other, though she did notice two of them wandering off to do something else. Besides, it was more so to pass the time as she didn't have much to do at the moment, and it gave her time to think about what she'd do to avoid becoming someone's macabre art piece. Her body already had enough torment thanks to the Madman using her hosts body for human experimentation, and the thought of being killed and cut into rivets made her body tremble with fear. She spent a little bit longer in her thoughts before coming up with a plan to protect herself from harm. Still, she had a fair amount of time before night fell once more, so she continued relaxing under one of the trees near the test of strength.

Lauren noticed the same three people from earlier leaving the fortune tellers tent, glancing to the three of them every so often as they approached the test of strength. Seemed as if it was a particularly popular stall to visit. Lauren contemplated joining in and trying to chat with one of the people lingering around the hammer and bell, slowly standing up from sitting next to the tree as she gradually approached. As she approached she watched one of the three hit the hammer down onto the lever, with the small weight soaring to the top... and just barely falling short of hitting the bell. Lauren approached as she reached out for the hammer, wanting to give it a turn herself before the other two with him--based entirely off of how his companions looked--broke the game from hitting it too hard.
"Hope you don't mind if I try my hand at it." Lauren gently stated as she took hold of the hammer, holding it with only a single hand. Her prosthetic hand to be exact. As she rolled up her sleeve more of her prosthetic was revealed to the three of them, managing to push her sleeve up to the elbow of her prosthetic before readying herself. She raised up the hammer with a single hand, intending to smash it down hard enough to launch the weight straight into the bell. A few moments of silence passed, and then she swiftly brought the hammer down onto the lever.

With a resounding thud against the lever the hammer hit its mark, the weight practically shooting up as the shock from the hit vibrated up her prosthetic. The weight had practically flew into the bell as quickly as she had slammed down the hammer, crashing into the bell and falling back down as the bell rang out loudly. She she handed the hammer to Adelhein once more her hand rubbed her aching shoulder, her prosthetic hand extended out to offer a handshake.
"The name's Lauren, nice to make your acquaintance." Lauren introduced herself, looking to the two women behind him with an awkward smile.

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Earned Points: 6
Mentions/Interactions: Maxxob

IN ISEKAI HELL

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Aqua

Location: Goldfish booth
Points earned: 2 pts
DarkKitsune Giftvi​

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Despite her own goldfish slipping out of the net, Aqua couldn't help herself but to chuckle at the sight of the lizard creature failing and successing at scooping the goldfish. They just looks really eager to all the goldfish there. It made her want to try again. She would try it one more time, or until she got at least a goldfish.​

 

[Develius]

---

"CURRENTLY DISGUISED AS 'Torskele'"
Point Tally: 3
Mentions:
| Maverick Six {Martin] |@nachogod [Caeser] |
​

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For a larger-than-life looking luchador, the man was rather humble when expressing his condolences. Jeb politely tipped his hat at the man with a smirk. "No harm, no foul macho man," Jeb replied with a sway of his hand, "Much obliged tho. Now you go and enjoy yer self. The day's ridin' mighty high and there aint time to dally silly!"

His next shot didn't do so well. At least not comparative to Martin's next attempt. Probably because of their interruption if Jeb had to put a finger on it. He gave an airy chuckled sigh at Martin's banter as he rested his pistol to his hip, "Well, I don't remember ya gettin' a bullseye now do I?" he retorted casually while he cocked his head back for a moment, "Eeeeeh, this one aint too bad though- ya can't hit the jackpot all of em."

Hearing his comrade's nighttime plans, the gunslinger sorcerer gave a nod of approval. "And I will do a lil' searchin of mah own as well," he replied with a ponderous tone as he once again readied his gun, "By that, I mean sneak around tonight all casual like. See if I can spot anything mighty suspicious... or hell, maybe spot the spirit, killer, whomever if Im mad lucky. So if ya see me skulkin around the halls by chance, don't call the law on me aight?"

Spoiler: Torskele Thoughts

"YOU ARE AN UTTER FOOL IF YOU THINK YOU CAN SOLVE THE CASE IN ONE NIGHT!" Torskele sneered with bemusement towards his vessel's confidence.

Jeb couldn't help but double down. "And I'll be damned if that happens. Don't expect it either, but ya never know."

The gunslinger snickered briefly upon witnessing Martin's flubbed shot, before taking yet another shot himself.

BANG!

It missed...

"Nuts."

---

Spoiler: Jeb and Torskele's Nightly Shenanigans

Jeb would scout around the premises looking for any shifty or unusual signs of trouble and/or spirits. Torskele would no doubt tell him many stories of his life way back when, much to Jeb's tired dismay.

ACTIONS:

1. Talks to Martin.
2. Plays Marksmanship game again.
3. -

 

[Giftvi]

Watching of Cosplay

Ambient Vibes

Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Total Amount of Points: 8
Interaction: Spoiled Bread Irihi

The little critter would look over to see Irihi having joined the rest of them, obvious flailing around in the water now with her net. But then Aqua seemed to have great success like it was seemingly having, which was great reassurance, it looked towards Irihi, and the now mortal necromancer whose previous life was of such great importance perhaps saw something which she never would have expected in her entire life.

As this small little critter, whether marsupial, whether lizard-like, or mustelid. It didn't really matter in the context of the situation. As it looked towards Irihi as it stood on its tippy toes and attempted to also like a teacher show her in the air generally how it should be done. This tiny critter was it... taking... pity on her? Well for whatever reason, it was at least attempting to try and help Irihi have some semblance of an idea how she might be able to have some success.

However, that must have come across, well that depends on Irihi of course. As it began scooping again together with Aqua. Catching a goldfish, though not of course to the same magnitude of success as it had prior.​

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Aqua

Location: Goldfish booth
Points earned: 4 pts
DarkKitsune Giftvi Irihi​

---

She got one! She got a goldfish! Aqua was too excited with her success she didn't even realize there's new addition around the goldfish booth. She simply raised the goldfish she just captured and showed it to the dino lizard creature, just like a kid that shows of their brand new collectible card.

Now that she's more confident, Aqua once again tried to scoop another goldfish​

 

[Giftvi]

Watching of Cosplay

Ambient Vibes

Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Total Amount of Points: 8
Interaction: Spoiled Bread Irihi

The little dino lizard creature nodded back to her, with a similar point of excitement as Aqua was successful with flying colours, obviously happy with her success. As it would take out of its satchel the small wooden board which it always carried upon itself, smeared with dried patches of different paint pigments and began in an oily dull pigment of red, which one could only wonder to be some sort of natural paint made from whatever what, procured from a small little glass vial which was within its satchel. And began to write, "Well done! Only... so many to go, but we will get there."

Sounding as if it was very intent to perhaps empty the very stall it stood in front or something?? But failing quite miserably this go around now.​

 

[Maxxob]

Adelhein El-Melloi von Breyer // Saber Alter // Gilgamesh

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Titles:
Adelhein: [Isekai], [Human], [Adept Magus] Color - #e60e0e
Saber Alter: [Isekai], [Construct], [Adept Swordsman] Color - #470c85
Gilgamesh: [Isekai], [Construct], [Adept Mage] Color - #d3fa5c

Moonberry II-CinderRadcliff-II

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Spoiler: Influences

Corruption

0%

Saber Alter's Influence

15%

Gilgamesh's Influence

5%

Upon stepping into the tent to test his strength, Adelhein was greeted by a familiar sight: the bell-and-hammer strength test, a traditional attraction often found in amusement parks. Though he had never participated in such a game before, he certainly knew how to play. With gloved fingers wrapping around the hammer’s shaft, he lifted it with a Herculean effort, acknowledging his lack of physical prowess. In a swift motion, he brought both arms down, the hammer striking the target as the metal weight shot upwards.

Yet, despite his determination, the young magus lacked the strength to make the bell ring. The weight rose just enough to tickle the bell’s base before descending back to the bottom. Clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction, Adelhein was ready to hand the hammer to Saber for her turn, but just then, someone approached.

“By all means, go ahead,” Adelhein said, stepping back slightly and handing over the hammer. His unwavering crimson gaze fell on the silver-haired girl standing before him, noting the metal prosthetic arm that caught his curiosity.

“What do you think?” he asked his companions, turning to Saber and Gilgamesh. “Will she be able to ring it?”

The girl gripped the hammer and, with one clean swing, sent the weight soaring upward. It struck the bell with a resonant clang, the metallic sound echoing loudly through the tent. A grin tugged at the corner of Adelhein’s lips as the hammer was returned to him.

Despite preparing for another attempt, this swing was weaker, his strained muscles barely making the weight rise. With a resigned shrug, he decided to rest his efforts, placing the hammer back in its holder.

As the girl introduced herself, Adelhein extended his hand, clasping her metallic one in a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you, Lauren. I’m Adelhein El-Melloi von Bryer,” he said, before motioning to his companions. “And these are my companions, Saber and Gilgamesh.”

Saber’s golden eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Lauren’s earlier attempt. While her expression remained stoic, a faint glimmer of respect lingered in her gaze. “Impressive strength for a mortal. As for our Master’s question,” she began, addressing Adelhein’s inquiry about the hanged man, “I believe there is more to this than meets the eye. Death rarely comes without purpose or design, especially in a place of supposed merriment.”

Gilgamesh, meanwhile, observed the proceedings with mild amusement, her crimson eyes glinting as Lauren rang the bell. A slight smirk curved her lips as she glanced at Adelhein. “It seems our dear Adelhein could use some strength training, hmm?” she teased lightly. Turning her attention to Lauren, Gilgamesh continued, “The girl’s prowess is hardly surprising, given her obvious enhancements. As for the hanged man, I find it far more intriguing to speculate on what secrets this carnival may be hiding. Such places often conceal the most delightful treasures... and dangers.”

Gilgamesh’s gaze swept over Lauren with casual interest. “What say you, silver-haired one? Do you think this carnival harbors darker entertainments than mere strength tests and cotton candy?”

Adelhein, crossing his arms and tapping a finger thoughtfully against his chin, added, “Indeed. What are your thoughts, Lauren? Do you believe it was an accident, or is there something more sinister at play?” He leaned in slightly, eager to hear her perspective on the mystery.

Spoiler: Actions

4 point
Plans to spend the night at the library at MF8, reading some books.

 

[Giftvi]

Watching of Cosplay

Ambient Vibes

Languages: Common | <Bestial>
Titles: Beast [Mundane], Hunter, Guardian
Total Amount of Points: 10
Interaction: Spoiled Bread Irihi

The little critter looked with misery at its own net, empty as it was within his hand, before looking over for a second towards the ones standing elsewhere. Specifically a gander at those gathered around the strength game, since not only had someone successfully ran the bell, but then another person was mentioning a 'master', and honestly either it must be some form of sexually interacted play that some of these people seemed to be so interested in participating in. Or it was some sort of slavery situation, though the intonation by which they said such made it quite a bit of an odd sight. I mean he was after all a young guy with two women standing at his sight. It was quite suspect indeed.​