Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2017 20:08:35 GMT -5
This was quite the peaceful looking area to make a pit stop in, at least from how it looked on the outside. Admittedly she was mostly drawn to the small village due to the wonderfully delicious smells that were coming from it, something that was made only all the more potent when she made it to the village grounds and could see the steam wafting from the massive cookout that the villagers were apparently in the middle of. Oh, she certainly had good timing to show up here.
Maybe this entire travelling the world thing wouldn’t be quite as bad as she thought it might have ended up being? That would be quite nice, it would make her a bit more willing to stick with it instead of going home. She did still need to find someone and ask about things though, something that she got right on with doing, she wanted whatever it was they were cooking.
Another convenience of the whole massive cookout was that finding a someone was remarkably easy; just follow the smells and hunt down an official looking person. Well that was the idea but the moment she got close enough for others to notice, everyone suddenly started getting all nervous and maybe she was wrong, but did they look scared? Since when did she count as scary?
“Um, hi there, I’m Carmel and what’s got all of you so nervous and weird like? Does this place have a village wide fox allergy or something?” She didn’t know what kind of response she was going to get from that but she wasn’t expecting one of them to start laughing. Oh not that she thought that no one appreciated her wit, but the laughing guy sounded a bit too deranged for it to truly count for anything. Okay, something was clearly a bit off with this whole thing.
“Ah what does it matter if she knows, it will all end tonight anyway.” And there was another one but this one had info goodies! “What’s got us all nervous girl, is some kind of murderous serial killer stalking us all.” Well that was most unexpected and potentially worrying, maybe stopping here wasn’t her best idea? “The killer comes out of nowhere at night; no matter what we try, they slaughter only one person if we’re lucky, ripping them apart with that knife of theirs while the rest of us don’t even see them most of the time.”
Yep, definitely bad times going on here. The man seemed to be done at that but a woman took over next, barely able to speak without stuttering. “We’re a village in the middle of the woods, we’re isolated and the last time someone went to get help…..the last time…..”
Carmel was getting an unpleasant image of what happened, something that yet another villager confirmed in short order. “The last group that went for help, we found them in the town square three days later….they’d been skinned and hung up there, mocking us…..”
Oookay, that was quite dark and messy. “So, with all of that going on, this celebration is due to them somehow dying?” She wasn’t all that confident in that little theory but hey it paid to be positive right? It couldn’t be that bad if they were having a feast right?
“We are making a last stand against the killer tonight when they come for their next victim. We’ll either manage to take them down, or, well we’ll be celebrating the future or enjoying our last meal. You are welcome to join us, although I suggest waiting until they show up before trying to escape; I’m not sure how you made it here safely but now that you’ve arrived, I fear that the killer will simply kill you as well if you were to leave now.”
And could she call it or what? Horribly depressing ending was a go! Joy, this wasn’t the kind of thing she could ignore if only because of how bad she’d feel walking away from this kind of sad situation. With a mental sigh she started talking again. “So, this killer, what do they look like and what time exactly do they show up? Oh and pass some of that stew, you’re definitely going to be feeding me with what I’m going to be putting up with later.”
In their favour, it really was quite an excellent feast, in a bit on the sombre side due to obvious circumstances. She’d just have to make sure that it wasn’t the last feast; good food like this couldn’t be allowed to just die after all.
-
At midnight on the hour, A figure done up in a cloak like he was playing at being the Grim Reaper dropped into the square, almost leaping out of the shadows themselves. Well that’s probably what they were going for, Carmel felt them well before and knew they were roof hopping, what with their moss green spark waking her up with how dirty it felt. Bleh, she felt like she needed a bath just from being around them. Hmm, maybe napping near to the fountain was a good idea. Well besides doing it to keep an eye on the mob hanging back.
“Ah, so you’re this random killer?” She got out, stopping to yawn. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to just let me take you to the police?”
The wannabe reaper character gave an answer with some demented giggle and a charge right at her, up until the moment their entire body seized up. “Yeah, I’m not big on this whole fighting it out thing, besides, it’s a nice night. All is quiet, just had a good meal, and at a time like this, little psychos like you get a one way trip to hell.” She knew the reaper was trying to say something but she was holding their mouth shut too, she cared not for what some idiot who had a bit of ki and went on a power trip had to say.
“See you in the next life. Or not.” She waved her hand and the reaper shot off into a tree hard enough to crack the bark. Another gesture and they shot up through the branches in a large arc, Carmel letting go when they were nice and high. “Okay, let’s see how good my aim has gotten…..” Orbs of ki formed around her, brimming with her spark as she traced the path and –
Her aim was pretty good after all, sure she didn’t totally vaporise them but given how they were blackened, smoking, and were pretty much bones, she was going to mark that as well and dead. The more interesting point was her overall indifference to just killing someone, but it shouldn’t be surprising that her inability to commit applied to stuff like regrets and empathy.
“One serial killer dealt with. Sorry about the tree though. And anyone who wanted to know who they were, didn’t care enough to take off the hood. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going back to sleep.”
All of the sudden cheering from the previously morbid mob put a damper on that but hey, if they wanted to carry her around, she wasn’t going to complain about not having to walk.
[PL: 984 WC: 1254]
Maybe this entire travelling the world thing wouldn’t be quite as bad as she thought it might have ended up being? That would be quite nice, it would make her a bit more willing to stick with it instead of going home. She did still need to find someone and ask about things though, something that she got right on with doing, she wanted whatever it was they were cooking.
Another convenience of the whole massive cookout was that finding a someone was remarkably easy; just follow the smells and hunt down an official looking person. Well that was the idea but the moment she got close enough for others to notice, everyone suddenly started getting all nervous and maybe she was wrong, but did they look scared? Since when did she count as scary?
“Um, hi there, I’m Carmel and what’s got all of you so nervous and weird like? Does this place have a village wide fox allergy or something?” She didn’t know what kind of response she was going to get from that but she wasn’t expecting one of them to start laughing. Oh not that she thought that no one appreciated her wit, but the laughing guy sounded a bit too deranged for it to truly count for anything. Okay, something was clearly a bit off with this whole thing.
“Ah what does it matter if she knows, it will all end tonight anyway.” And there was another one but this one had info goodies! “What’s got us all nervous girl, is some kind of murderous serial killer stalking us all.” Well that was most unexpected and potentially worrying, maybe stopping here wasn’t her best idea? “The killer comes out of nowhere at night; no matter what we try, they slaughter only one person if we’re lucky, ripping them apart with that knife of theirs while the rest of us don’t even see them most of the time.”
Yep, definitely bad times going on here. The man seemed to be done at that but a woman took over next, barely able to speak without stuttering. “We’re a village in the middle of the woods, we’re isolated and the last time someone went to get help…..the last time…..”
Carmel was getting an unpleasant image of what happened, something that yet another villager confirmed in short order. “The last group that went for help, we found them in the town square three days later….they’d been skinned and hung up there, mocking us…..”
Oookay, that was quite dark and messy. “So, with all of that going on, this celebration is due to them somehow dying?” She wasn’t all that confident in that little theory but hey it paid to be positive right? It couldn’t be that bad if they were having a feast right?
“We are making a last stand against the killer tonight when they come for their next victim. We’ll either manage to take them down, or, well we’ll be celebrating the future or enjoying our last meal. You are welcome to join us, although I suggest waiting until they show up before trying to escape; I’m not sure how you made it here safely but now that you’ve arrived, I fear that the killer will simply kill you as well if you were to leave now.”
And could she call it or what? Horribly depressing ending was a go! Joy, this wasn’t the kind of thing she could ignore if only because of how bad she’d feel walking away from this kind of sad situation. With a mental sigh she started talking again. “So, this killer, what do they look like and what time exactly do they show up? Oh and pass some of that stew, you’re definitely going to be feeding me with what I’m going to be putting up with later.”
In their favour, it really was quite an excellent feast, in a bit on the sombre side due to obvious circumstances. She’d just have to make sure that it wasn’t the last feast; good food like this couldn’t be allowed to just die after all.
-
At midnight on the hour, A figure done up in a cloak like he was playing at being the Grim Reaper dropped into the square, almost leaping out of the shadows themselves. Well that’s probably what they were going for, Carmel felt them well before and knew they were roof hopping, what with their moss green spark waking her up with how dirty it felt. Bleh, she felt like she needed a bath just from being around them. Hmm, maybe napping near to the fountain was a good idea. Well besides doing it to keep an eye on the mob hanging back.
“Ah, so you’re this random killer?” She got out, stopping to yawn. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to just let me take you to the police?”
The wannabe reaper character gave an answer with some demented giggle and a charge right at her, up until the moment their entire body seized up. “Yeah, I’m not big on this whole fighting it out thing, besides, it’s a nice night. All is quiet, just had a good meal, and at a time like this, little psychos like you get a one way trip to hell.” She knew the reaper was trying to say something but she was holding their mouth shut too, she cared not for what some idiot who had a bit of ki and went on a power trip had to say.
“See you in the next life. Or not.” She waved her hand and the reaper shot off into a tree hard enough to crack the bark. Another gesture and they shot up through the branches in a large arc, Carmel letting go when they were nice and high. “Okay, let’s see how good my aim has gotten…..” Orbs of ki formed around her, brimming with her spark as she traced the path and –
Her aim was pretty good after all, sure she didn’t totally vaporise them but given how they were blackened, smoking, and were pretty much bones, she was going to mark that as well and dead. The more interesting point was her overall indifference to just killing someone, but it shouldn’t be surprising that her inability to commit applied to stuff like regrets and empathy.
“One serial killer dealt with. Sorry about the tree though. And anyone who wanted to know who they were, didn’t care enough to take off the hood. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going back to sleep.”
All of the sudden cheering from the previously morbid mob put a damper on that but hey, if they wanted to carry her around, she wasn’t going to complain about not having to walk.
[PL: 984 WC: 1254]