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

[bussounoshima]

Well, you don't have to go around saying it.

[Rude brat. Sharak looks Kainé up and down. She's also wearing a lot of white but she isn't in quite as bad a state as Kainé.]

Red isn't your colour either. Seriously, go have a bath and get changed.

[shadepossessed]

Hey, shut up. Red could be my color if I wanted it to. [This, though... Uh.] We need a giant tub. One so big I could fucking sleep in it...

[This isn't so much an actual suggestion as it is a wistful dream. Right now she bathes in an oversized wooden laundry basin, essentially. But she's satisfied enough with the state of Sharak and she's trying not to dwell on the old woman, so she stretches her arms up with a grunt, then turns.]

Hn... [She pauses before going off to disappear, but doesn't fully look over her shoulder towards her god again.] The main room's gonna feel weird tonight. Emptier. Just a feeling I have.

[bussounoshima]

[Sharak ignores that wistful dream as she focuses on picking blood out of the end of her ponytail. She already got Kainé a flower, any more and she really will be spoiling her.] Hmm.

[How did blood even get there? Gross. She's going to have to wash her hair tonight, what a pain. She suddenly pauses when Kainé speaks up again. There's an invitation or a request in there and Sharak isn't sure how to take it. She doesn't turn to face her shinki, unsure of what she'll see if she does for some reason.]

... You can sleep wherever you want.

[shadepossessed]

[Maybe when they're as rich as Hazel and Jae-Ha...]

...Mmn.

[Which is apparently Kainéspeak for "expect a visitor late at night" while keeping to that awkward feeling. It feels like too much to keep pushing the limits on how much she can truly be wanted around, when she just got the concept through her thick skull. She'd have to redouble the strength of her walls in the morning.

But...in the morning. Yeah. That sounds better.]

[bussounoshima]

[Sorry your god isn't a rich, Texan, mansion-owning god, Kainé.

Sharak stays silent. She's reading too much into it. Kainé is lonely and unsure of herself and upset- seeking out company is natural. Sharak won't turn her away if she doesn't want to be alone at night. It's not as if Sharak minds the company herself, after all. If things stay like this, it's perfectly fine.

She turns back towards the shrine and gives up getting the blood out of her hair. It'll only get dirty again and she feels like shooting at something all of a sudden. Hopefully there's still some undead left.]