011 | Black Parade

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone!
What: Parade of the dead
When: All day May 26
Where: Shinjuku
Summary: The Near Shore needs a little protecting from the dead



The last few days have been filled with festival food, high energy, and lots and lots of parades. Near Shore residents really know how to enjoy their holidays, stopping up traffic for hours on end as floats and palanquins go by and filling the streets and courtyards in the area with food stands and festival treats. Many Far Shore residents may have found themselves drawn to this particular festival, as it is being held in honor of a shrine.

When an unexpected parade starts up, the people gather round to watch the impromptu spectacle. It's a little strange, yes, but nothing too terribly off-putting. That is until the parade reaches the shrine itself, at which point all hell breaks loose as the members of the parade start attacking anything and anyone in their way.

The Heavens will then call upon all the gods and shinki who are available to help, because these attackers are not normal at all - they are, in fact, the undead.



Let the Festivities Continue

The festival is a large, booming one. There are dozens upon dozens of food stalls set up all over the place with so many different kinds of foods that it could make your eyes go buggy, most of them fried in some way. On top of that, there is live entertainment walking around, stalls with souvenirs, and lots of excellent company nearby. Surely you'll be able to enjoy the festival to its fullest.

The Walking Dead

It is not immediately evident that the parade is being manned by corpses, but keen observers would be able to pick out the noticeable rotting elements of the dead. Anyone with a soul-sensing ability might even realize that they're not soulless, just lifeless. When the parade reaches the shrine, every god and shinki will be needed in order to protect the Near Shore from this menace. Corpses must either be exorcised or completely mutilated to the point where they can no longer move in order to release the soul.

Not Rootbeer Floats

On top of the mass of dead bodies being possessed by stray souls, some of the floats on wheels in the parade seem to have been taken over as well. They are moving slowly and with purpose towards anyone that crosses their path. At first, it may seem like the float is just veering a little off course, but it will soon become evident that it's headed towards you. They may be slow, but they're very large as well, meaning there's a lot more than needs to be destroyed to release the soul.

Souls, Souls, and More Souls

As souls are released from the objects they've taken control of, the air will become thick with a hazy fog of souls rushing away, into the air, and out of sight. This may make the continued fighting a little more difficult, but it means that the job is getting done.

Through some innate sixth sense, some of the dead people may seem familiar to certain gods (or shinki with specific memories). They can recognize some of the souls as friends or compatriots from their home world that had died. And these souls will recognize them as well.

Any characters not currently in the game that have actually died in their canon are free to be used for this part of the event and played out as NPCs by you and whatever partner you are playing with. All of these individuals will react in a similar way, though - they will beg to be released because it hurts them so horribly to be here right now and, of course, they can only be released in the same way that all the other souls are being released: exorcism or total destruction.

In Summary:

• Enjoy the festival
• Help save Near Shore residents
• Take down the dead bodies
• Try not to cry
• Cry lots
• Have fun~

Comments

[reformedsinner]

I've found violence more useful.

[Although Elsa would have liked to teach him to dance. He never did let her, and she wasn't here long enough; well, he thinks, there's no helping it now, and glances over to Kainé.

There are a few too many corpses on their feet around her. She's fighting with brutal intensity, but with one ax, and the need to hack each into several pieces before they stay down, it's getting dangerous. Hakkai's a little too far away.

His lips thin, and he steps back, gathering energy between his palms.]

Duck!

[Hopefully she's listening; he throws the glowing ball of energy as it begins to grow unstable, and it plows into the center of the zombie mob, exploding violently in a rain of blood and more solid bits.]

[shadepossessed]

[The command just barely registers, and it's not so much a duck as it is a whirl to the side so she can glare furiously at this dude daring to boss her around when she's just trying to have a good time, but -- ah, it works just as well. She raises her arm too late to shield herself from most of the splatter, and she grimaces when she has to peel a scrap of flesh from where it had stuck to her lips. Ugh.]

What the fuck would ducking have done for me there, exactly?

[reformedsinner]

Well, you see, I wasn't sure how big the explosion would be! I haven't tried it before.

[So it's a good thing that nothing more dangerous than a few bits of rotting flesh hit her, isn't it!

He laughs cheerfully, picking a splintered bit of bone and flesh that might once have been a finger out of his hair.]

[shadepossessed]

[resists urge...to punch him... be grateful, hakkai]

Consider me possible collateral damage again and you'll find your spine's been replaced by bullets shot up your ass.

[...maybe. Sharak wasn't keen on her getting into trouble, anyway.]

[reformedsinner]

Luckily, you heard me!

[He shouted a warning. How much consideration do you expect?

Besides, the zombies would have overwhelmed her in time if he hadn't acted, but it would just be rude to point that out.]

[shadepossessed]

[If this had been a tested method, she wouldn't have any objections... Being a lab rat, though... Ehhh...]

Yeah, yeah.

[Back she goes to wiping off some zombie slop from her face before turning to face a new opponent. There aren't nearly so many, now, but the ones that are were drawn in by the light and, in some cases, the promise of a quick release from their rotting prisons.]

Got anything like a spear? Might be cool to barbecue the assholes.

[reformedsinner]

[Someone has to be the test case. Sorry, Kaine! Hakkai chuckles, glancing around.]

A spear, hmm...

[He hops neatly up onto the counter of one of the abandoned food stalls, unhooking the long, hollow, metal pole that holds up its brightly red-and-yellow colored awning, and tilts it so that the cloth slides off to the side. It's not sharp, but with enough force behind it, it could punch through a torso with ease.]

Will this do?