[Xiaolang's busy with the dishes at home when the vision hits, and for a moment, he can't move. A cup slips from his numbed fingers, crashing to the floor, as the implications of what he just saw hits, dread seeping into every inch of his body. As one of the few remaining people on the app who had went to Respatrum in February, and had heard the story of the staff first hand...
This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.
Swallowing hard, he dashes out the door of his apartment and into the street, heading immediately eastward. Respatrum was where the replica staff was destroyed, so if any place had any clues to how something like this wound up happening, it would be there. In his haste to leave and find out what was going on, he runs headlong into someone (possibly you?), stumbling back and landing on his behind with a small thump. He attempts to get back up and regain his bearings, torn between his concern for who he slammed into and the mounting worry of the city.]
S-Sorry, something just happened, something... something bad. I-- we need to get out of here, and fast.
[... you could probably clarify that a little, child.]
ii
[Thanks to some sort of miracle, Xiaolang's managed to avoid most of the traps (running through hallway of fire will make you pretty good at strategic dodging), but it's at the door where his luck seems to run out. The rabbit shaped knocker is quiet for a moment when he approaches, before posing a simple question:
What am I?
He's silent as the words settle in, realizing it couldn't be as easy as that-- it wouldn't be much of a riddle if it had an obvious answer, after all. After a moment or so of deliberation, he replies, almost tentatively:]
A knocker...?
[The floor starts to rumble at that, and in his desperation, he shoots off another answer.]
A door--! No... a rabbit? The owner?!
[The rumbling intensifies with each incorrect response, so much so that he's having a hard time staying on his feet. If you're one of the few who's managed to make it through the hell-grounds, his eyes are going to dart over towards you, a silent and desperate plea for some sort of help.]
i because what is numerical order
[There was something almost nostalgic about being at the Spinnato family dinner, the large and bustling family feeling almost a bit like his own extended family during the holidays in Hong Kong. It takes a little urging on their part for him to partake in their meal, Xiaolang's mind clearly on other things, but soon enough he's standing to the side, nibbling his way through various dishes as he eyes them cautiously. Just because they were welcoming doesn't mean they were entirely harmless, after all.
It's not long before another ghost approaches him, a little girl clearly from the 1950's, eyes bright and curious.]
'Say, mister, you have an awful lot of magic in you! Can you show me some of it? Pretty please?'
[Unsure whether to be put off by the mention of magic or just flustered from the girl's straight-forward nature, he refuses, until her wheedling and urging gets him to crack.]
... fine. But only this once.
[What follows is a dazzling display of lights and flames as he summons the sword from his hand, and the girl is positively beside herself with excitement.]
'Oh my gosh, that is absolute coolsville! Can you do it again? Pleeeeeease?'
No. It's not a party trick.
Pleeeeeeeease? I'll tell you something really neat about the city if you do! Promise!'
[With a world weary sigh, he rubs his hand against his face, holding onto his bits of patience, glancing at whoever was nearby in a last ditch attempt for help. Please distract this kid for him, he's begging you.]
bonus aka TURKEYGATE 2018
[So you might be minding your own business, working on your Thanksgiving crafts or enjoying some of that sweet, free food, when a cacophony of noise emerges from the wild turkey adoption center. No sooner than it happens, a wild slap of feet can be heard dashing up the sidewalk, Xiaolang sprinting up the street like his very life depended on it.
And... well. Judging by the sounds of angry gobbling and mass of feathers following quickly after him, he very well have to run for his life (or at least put a decent distance between them) if he didn't want to get mauled by angry turkeys again this year. It seems some grudges never die, and even the strongest of fences could not keep them from their single-minded vendetta.
But seriously, Mayor Mayer, what the fuck.]
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[Xiaolang's busy with the dishes at home when the vision hits, and for a moment, he can't move. A cup slips from his numbed fingers, crashing to the floor, as the implications of what he just saw hits, dread seeping into every inch of his body. As one of the few remaining people on the app who had went to Respatrum in February, and had heard the story of the staff first hand...
This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.
Swallowing hard, he dashes out the door of his apartment and into the street, heading immediately eastward. Respatrum was where the replica staff was destroyed, so if any place had any clues to how something like this wound up happening, it would be there. In his haste to leave and find out what was going on, he runs headlong into someone (possibly you?), stumbling back and landing on his behind with a small thump. He attempts to get back up and regain his bearings, torn between his concern for who he slammed into and the mounting worry of the city.]
S-Sorry, something just happened, something... something bad. I-- we need to get out of here, and fast.
[... you could probably clarify that a little, child.]
ii
[Thanks to some sort of miracle, Xiaolang's managed to avoid most of the traps (running through hallway of fire will make you pretty good at strategic dodging), but it's at the door where his luck seems to run out. The rabbit shaped knocker is quiet for a moment when he approaches, before posing a simple question:
What am I?
He's silent as the words settle in, realizing it couldn't be as easy as that-- it wouldn't be much of a riddle if it had an obvious answer, after all. After a moment or so of deliberation, he replies, almost tentatively:]
A knocker...?
[The floor starts to rumble at that, and in his desperation, he shoots off another answer.]
A door--! No... a rabbit? The owner?!
[The rumbling intensifies with each incorrect response, so much so that he's having a hard time staying on his feet. If you're one of the few who's managed to make it through the hell-grounds, his eyes are going to dart over towards you, a silent and desperate plea for some sort of help.]
i because what is numerical order
[There was something almost nostalgic about being at the Spinnato family dinner, the large and bustling family feeling almost a bit like his own extended family during the holidays in Hong Kong. It takes a little urging on their part for him to partake in their meal, Xiaolang's mind clearly on other things, but soon enough he's standing to the side, nibbling his way through various dishes as he eyes them cautiously. Just because they were welcoming doesn't mean they were entirely harmless, after all.
It's not long before another ghost approaches him, a little girl clearly from the 1950's, eyes bright and curious.]
'Say, mister, you have an awful lot of magic in you! Can you show me some of it? Pretty please?'
[Unsure whether to be put off by the mention of magic or just flustered from the girl's straight-forward nature, he refuses, until her wheedling and urging gets him to crack.]
... fine. But only this once.
[What follows is a dazzling display of lights and flames as he summons the sword from his hand, and the girl is positively beside herself with excitement.]
'Oh my gosh, that is absolute coolsville! Can you do it again? Pleeeeeease?'
No. It's not a party trick.
Pleeeeeeeease? I'll tell you something really neat about the city if you do! Promise!'
[With a world weary sigh, he rubs his hand against his face, holding onto his bits of patience, glancing at whoever was nearby in a last ditch attempt for help. Please distract this kid for him, he's begging you.]
bonus aka TURKEYGATE 2018
[So you might be minding your own business, working on your Thanksgiving crafts or enjoying some of that sweet, free food, when a cacophony of noise emerges from the wild turkey adoption center. No sooner than it happens, a wild slap of feet can be heard dashing up the sidewalk, Xiaolang sprinting up the street like his very life depended on it.
And... well. Judging by the sounds of angry gobbling and mass of feathers following quickly after him, he very well have to run for his life (or at least put a decent distance between them) if he didn't want to get mauled by angry turkeys again this year. It seems some grudges never die, and even the strongest of fences could not keep them from their single-minded vendetta.
But seriously, Mayor Mayer, what the fuck.]
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