realmofstories | Entry 001

Characters: Kazuma Asougi | Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde and anyone!
Campaign: Hollow Christmas Carol, Act 2
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Summary: Parties suck. Doing other things instead.

[A - Gift giving from the not so jolly Disciple]
[Though his role in the story doesn't happen until much later on, a role he's not looking forward to, the Disciple chooses not to partake in the partying if he can avoid it. Instead, he spends his time outside, giving gifts to the people, or at least trying to. He must have had a scary face or something, because some were rather intimidated by him to even come up and accept the gifts.]

They're not boobied trapped or anything. [He just didn't have much enthusiasm passing these gifts out, practically just tossing them or dumping them into their hands when they refuse to come up to him. The gifts are being passed around, it's good enough.]

[B - Save the tree!]
[All right, so he does occasionally pop back into the mansion to grab a drink and something to eat, but that's about it. Avoiding everyone and any mistletoes ever. During one of his trips, he does make a stop when he felt something being tossed at him. Looking in the direction of where it came from, he sees a few kids playing around the Christmas tree. Seem harmless, except some of them have decided to climb up the tree as well. That...that didn't seem safe. With a sigh, he decides to come over and do something about it.

He tugs on the clothes of the nearest child.] Get off. [His oh so persuasive words only led to the child screaming. Who was this weird guy grabbing onto him!? That tree is wobbling dangerously now, as the child tries to wiggle free.]

[C - Protect the Mansion]
[While the Disciple may not be the best person at gift giving or dealing with children, fighting is a different story. He was honestly glad that these Erasers and Santa's helpers were trying to disrupt the party. It gave him something to let off some steam on, maybe a little too well. Each kill was messier than the last, splattering ink onto the mansion wall when they got too close. He's trying his best to keep them as far away from the mansion as possible but...it's just so much fun to tear into them. More and more would charge at him, trying to overwhelm him, but he easily slices and punches them back, tearing at their tender pages, throwing them into each other.

So pathetic. How is he suppose to know his limits with such weak enemies?] -Hnk! [He spoke too soon and gets rammed by a reindeer from behind. A loud "Ho Ho Ho" can be heard from somewhere nearby. The reindeer will turn itself back around and joined by another. Digging their hooves into the dirt, they come rushing toward the fallen man with the intention of trampling him.]

[D - If the dress fits]

[The big proposal is happening soon, and "Beltrina" seems to have gone missing. The Disciple had locked himself in one of the rooms in the mansion, mostly because he's fighting with the dress and also hiding.] This is ridiculous. [He knew his role once the scene had changed, but he still doesn't think this was actually happening. Surely there must have been some mistake!]

Threaded | Flat

[ With the strap upon her shoe broken, Ophilia means to take some time away from the festivities, present-gifting to blots, and distracting blot-children from ruining the tree by playing with them to repair it. She decides to search the manor for an empty room to begin aforementioned repairs, and what does she find when she opens the door to this one?

A tall, slender woman seemingly muttering to herself in discontent. What a lovely gown she wears, and look how impeccable her posture is! She would surely be the belle of the ball, so to speak, should she have stepped into the event floor. Ah, but she seems rather frustrated... ]

Oh-- oh, I'm so sorry I did not mean to intrude---

[ She's just about to close the door behind her when something nags at the back of her mind.

...................Wait.

Wait..

Aaand double taking. ]

---Sir Disciple?!

[ Honestly............... REALLY HONESTLY, 9S has just been watching the Disciple tearing into the Erasers. He prefers to observe, and the Disciple hasn't looked in need of assistance. Besides, it's plenty interesting to watch how the Erasers behave, and also how the Disciple behaves when he's being possessed by his essence. Really, 9S is content to watch from a relatively safe distance...

... until the Disciple gets bulldozed by a reindeer. 9S snaps out of his data-collecting daze and dashes into action. Still a distance away, he slides hard toward the charging reindeer, pushing forcefully with both hands. The tall candelabra levitating on his back catapults forward with his momentum, whirling end over end until it's tangled up in the two reindeer's legs.

The creatures immediately stumble in their charge and crash to the ground, honking in protest. As he nears, 9S calls the candelabra back to him. Science?? ]

Disciple! I'm here to provide support!

Dee

Cee