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EVENT LOG: LOSE YOUR SOUL

characters: everyone.
location: bonfire square, around town.
date/time: october 30-31.
content: the spirits stage a play! and then the thefts begin...
warnings: none. just mischief.

you're gonna lose your soul tonight, tonight

It's probably something you're used to by now: waking up to some new, strange thing suddenly appearing somewhere around town. This time it's a ramshackle stage sitting prominently in the center of the square. It's complete with benches and a haggard-looking red curtain, and it's clear by the amount of forest spirits milling and fussing around it that they're the ones responsible. For most of the day, the spirits seem concerned only with attracting as many people as possible, trying to herd them into the seats. But as the moon rises, the performance finally begins.

There's an awkward shuffling behind the curtain before it lifts, revealing a very crude set made of actual branches used as trees. Various pieces of junk have been shined up and stuck to the back wall to serve as the night sky. In the midst of it all stand several spirits holding very small torches taken from the Bonfire. Sticks, really, placed inside empty cans with holes punched in them and rusted wires for handles. These spirits wave their "lanterns" about for the benefit of the audience before miming the act of walking across the stage without actually going anywhere. From somewhere above them, a pair of long arms descends to shake the "trees" on either side; seems the Postmaster General wanted to lend their talents to the cause.

The protagonists of this pantomime talk amongst themselves, in the chirps, hoots, and whistles that make up their language. They motion to one another, pointing at things and conferring before finally nodding and, apparently, continuing on whatever "journey" they're supposed to be on. This goes on for a few minutes before another set of players enter the stage— or at least reveal themselves.

Perhaps a few eagle-eyed viewers have spotted them already, but the second group of spirits pops out of the set itself. One detaches itself from a "tree", one drops from the poorly-painted sky, and two more emerge from where they've been hiding behind the foliage. These spirits are holding prop lanterns, too, though theirs are shielded, giving off very little light. But their most notable feature is that they're wearing animal masks; a deer, a fox, a raccoon, and a rabbit for the tallest one. These aren't the masks that make up their faces, they're extras, seemingly tied on over their own.

As the second group jumps up, the first reacts with emphatic shock, and then a brief scuffle ensues. In the chaos, the animal-masked spirits make off with the others' lanterns, dashing away and off the stage. The original few begin to wail, to writhe, to clutch at their throats, and then, ultimately, to fall very over-dramatically to the floor. Other spirits sneak out to drag them out of view, but that isn't quite the end of the performance.

A spirit dressed in a cloak and garish feathers stomps onto the stage with a wooden beak affixed to its face. In one hand it holds a full-sized torch as it waves its fake wing-arms around and tries to squawk. Suddenly, the masked— double masked? spirits arrive again, grabbing the feathered creature, snatching the torch, and tossing the poor feathered spirit to the ground. Victorious, they hoot loudly, and then rush offstage once more. (Probably to return those torches before Rastus has a fit.)

Finally, the Postmaster General, done with their role as the entire set, unfurls a banner from the eaves. Clearly courtesy of the Librarian, it reads, in smeared black paint: BWAR FIRE SNACTHERS!!! with two X-ed out bonfires on either side.

And... that's it, apparently. The forest spirits all gather back on stage to bow before starting to dismantle the set. But their strange cautionary tale isn't over, oh no. It's time for a more personal demonstration. They've got to send home the message. Literally.

Throughout the night and the following day, things start to go missing. Perhaps even out of their owner's hands. Chase the spirits down for your stuff, hold someone else's things for ransom, or just break down and cry in your room because life is unfair— the choice is yours! Just let this be a reminder to heed what the spirits said: beware the Fire Snatchers.

Whatever those are.

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1. Oct 30
[a]It’s not difficult to convince Jason to join the audience. He may have even sat next to you during the performance or maybe you joined him, either way he greets you pleasantly and prior to the show starting can be relied on for small talk -- perhaps about his plans for the next bout of Capture the Flag. Once the show starts he’s a respectful audience member and he pays close attention to the ‘speaking’ parts -- trying to see if he can figure out notes to try later on his ocarina (which he fiddles with occasionally during the show, it’s hard to sit still for so long for a demigod).

[b]When the show ends Jason claps, though his expression is a little confused, without really looking at who is sitting next to him he says in a low voice:

"Do you think that was just for fun or do you get the feeling that they were trying to tell us something?"

2. Oct 31
[a]Invincible in the “Morning” is when you might first see Jason coming down the stairs with no shirt on. He has his arms crossed, not out of modesty but more so because it’s a chilly October morning. He looks a little lost and confused and if he sees you in the hall or stairs may approach you. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow? Mine all seem to be gone.” The expression on his face is clear, yes, he means ALL of his shirts.

[b]Later, despite any help from others, Jason seems to continually be without a shirt, although by now he’s figured out who is behind the missing articles of clothing. The big clue is, of course, as he goes to pull on a spare shirt in the general shirt a spirit comes rushing out from around the aisle and starts tugging at it.

“Hey! Get your own!”

The spirit manages to shuffle it over Jason’s head and scrambles away. Jason gives chase. The spirit is way faster with long, spindly legs and Jason catches sight of you as he runs past: “Little help? Catch that spirit!”

[c]By the evening, Jason has given up on shirts. He can be found nursing a cup of coffee by the bonfire and wearing what appears to be a toga with a blanket draped over his shoulders for warmth. It’s made from his bed sheets, but it’s actually pretty expertly tied and draped. Someone’s had practice. He looks like he’s brooding a little.

3. Nov 1
The rumor spreads pretty quickly and Jason arrives at the church wrapped in the blanket, halfway between a terrible superhero and a burrito. It’s a cold November morning and he just wants clothing that ISN’T made from his bedding. Sure enough there are plenty of shirts now in the church and not a spirit in sight to literally take the clothes from his back. He nearly drops the blanket as his shoulders drop in relief, “Finally.”

He goes to pick up one of his shirts and notices an object resting on top of it, he holds it up for anyone in the church to see, “Is this yours?”

4. Wildcard
((ooc: HMU plotting comment to discuss other ideas/specifics))

I. The Play and After - Oct 30

Spirits waving and nudging and pulling at arms does get the Soldier to bring its patrol to a slightly earlier end than usual. It might actually a little funny, watching the pair that have focused on it try to find the perfect place for the Soldier to sit, and the Soldier itself indulgently letting them herd it around the audience space, sitting in one place and then having to get up and sit somewhere else. The Soldier personally thinks it's kind of cute, and if the spirits think this... whatever it is... is important, then it'll pay attention.

Once seated, the Soldier taps a knife blade almost idly on the metal arm, but anyone who knows Morse Code could translate the questions it's asking, and possibly the short but friendly-seeming responses coming out of the spirits in measured whistles and hoots.

The play gets the Soldier's full attention, or as full as anything ever really gets out of it around the hypervigilance, and afterwards there's more Morse arm-tapping with questions-- and thanks, because the Soldier is a polite murder machine. Anyone curious what's going on will get a full translation into their language of choice (or English, in the case it doesn't know their language), of course.

II. The Thieving, Oct 30 - 31

The spirits are not quite so polite. Starting as the Soldier gets up at last from its attempt at getting answers, before it can put its knife away, one of the spirits comes and snatches it away. With a startled curse, the Soldier bolts after it, to no avail.

It's the start of a day and a half (24-hour period, whatever, it's a fucking day) of chasing spirits because they keep taking its fucking knives. Betrayal. It's nothing short of betrayal, because the Soldier likes the spirits, and this is awful. It's a little more alarming when one of them runs off with an actual grenade, which the Soldier doesn't actually carry around with it but which a little porcupine-looking thing snuck into the actual house and carried away laughing. That is not something the Soldier wants getting played with.

The Soldier doesn't quite hit despair until its tablet with its music on it disappears, and at that point it gives up on trying to chase them. It just sits on the porch of Aziraphale and Crowley's house and looks grumpy for a while.

III. The Return - Nov 1

Going on patrol weaponless feels like the next thing to pointless, but what else is the Soldier even going to do? There's no music, the spirits are taking it's shit, and other people are grumpy about things being stolen, too, so attempts at being social would just go badly. So walking the perimeter is what's left, even if it has no knives and one gun and two grenades left and so is hardly armed at all.

That does mean the Soldier sees the collection of items in the church early on, though, and again cuts the patrol short to start diving in and trying to rebuild its collection of knives, and find which of the several tablets actually belongs to it.

This actually improves the Soldier's mood considerably, including its opinion of the spirits. They gave the stuff back. That makes it okay.

Edited 2019-10-31 04:35 (UTC)

I. Play Time

Stone has seen many plays done by groundlings, and heard many stories told and half acted-out by his own people, and he very much enjoys both. This is like... a play with very few words, acted out by babies. It's adorable.

He watches with an amused expression, not really taking much in the way of a warning from it. Maybe he'll remember the "beware", maybe he won't, but it was entertaining to watch with his fellow Beacon residents. "Do they do this kind of thing often?" he asks whoever found themselves sitting next to him. "Try to communicate in funny little ways like this?"

II. Foiling the Thieves

The only thing Stone has to steal besides his lantern (and the spirits aren't actuallt taking those) is his tablet, and honestly, that's not a big loss. He shakes his fist at the spirit that runs off with it, shouting curses that don't sound remotely serious. When another one runs off with his sandwich, the curses are slightly more serious, but only slightly. He can always make another sandwich. (Sandwiches are handy inventions that he's happily learned about since his arrival in Beacon. The other Raksura really need to learn what sandwiches are.)

Eventually, Stone decides to foil the spirits' attempts at stealing the few things he has left, such as his clothes, by changing his shape and lounging around Beacon as a big, ghostly, half-blind dragon with the purple glass flower-lantern hanging from a loop in his tail. Every time a spirit tries to sneak up on him, it winds up making a disappointed noise when it finds he has literally nothing to steal.

Stone does a lot of toothy grinning.

On the whole, really, this doesn't disrupt his regular activities much, aside from spending more time in his winged form. Anyone who wants to chat can get him to change back easily enough.

Silent screams are hurtin' me
The Play

It's not that hard to convince Allie to come out to see the play. Anything to break up the monotony of this place and if she's honest, it allows her the opportunity to observe the spirits. At least from a safe distance where it wouldn't be considered rude of her to stare. Unable to bring herself to wear the only coat she owned, she's come out prepared to battle against the cold. A throw rug wrapped around her shoulders as she cradles a mug of tea in her hands. The scent of chamomile tickling her senses as steam rises from the surface.

Take a whole or a part of me
Various Locations in Beacon

The Invincible - Room 206

The door to room 206 is left slightly ajar, but perhaps what's more concerning is the sound of furniture being upended as Allie destroys what little there is of it in search of something more precious than the item's monetary value. If anyone does peek inside they'll see papers scattered all over the floor. Scribbles about Beacon and notes on stores of food written neatly on the fine blue lines. The mattress has been pushed up against one wall, the bedding in a heap in the corner of the room and at present, there's a petite blond hammering at a pipe beneath the sink. On the verge of breaking something that will no doubt flood half the Invincible if she's not stopped.

The General Store

Determined to retrace her steps, Allie eventually makes her way to the general store. A place she's been to more than was strictly normal, but somebody had to keep track of how much food they were consuming. It's not quite the ordered lines of items that were familiar to most. Being the end of the month, there isn't a lot of things to be found and what there is, have been pulled from their shelves and lined up on the floor as Allie tries to use the light from her tablet to scour every inch of the store.

Shore near The Docks

Falling apart where people can see her isn't something she's allowed herself often these last six months. Not at all since she's arrived in Beacon, despite all the reasons she might have to do so. After having torn apart every place she could think of, she'd quickly discovered that she wasn't the only one to lose something and if people couldn't find something as obvious as a sword? What chance did she have to find a necklace?

The shore of the lake is appealing for the stillness that surrounds it. The silence and solitude of being here, all that she needs to loosen the hold on emotions that have been coiling inside of her. Allie doesn't even realize that she's crying until the salty tears hit her tongue as she licks her lips. The blond closing her eyes against the onslaught as if she can somehow keep them at bay. The more she tries, however, the harder they seem to fall. Escaping the corners of her eyes and coating her long lashes, until finally a sob breaks the silence and wracks her small frame.

Wildcard

You know the drill. Anything else you'd like to work in, go for it. Early on she'll be perfectly fine but once she realizes her necklace is missing she's going to be an ever-increasing mess. Any prompts that surround the necklace have content warnings for The Society Spoilers and mentions of death.

Edited 2019-10-31 12:40 (UTC)

Oct. 31st: Hell hath no fury

She was more than understanding. Past several months, she had always defended the forest spirits regardless of what they did and their actions. Today, she's beyond herself. Xayah doesn't have many items- everything that she has, it's on her- from cowl to leather on her legs. The only items "of value" were three golden feathers that belong to Rakan, once upon a time.

Two of them are gone.

And she's seething.

It was the one thing she held dear, and whatever the game these forest spirits were playing is not funny. Thanks to Crowley's help, her wings are fully functional now and she is not shying away from using them as she flies around Beacon and Village houses, looking for the items.

"Where are they!?" The door of the house/cottage/library/Invincible/church flies out of the hinges as she barges in. She looks less like human and more like the Vastayan hunter she really is- eyes wide and pupils narrowed, purple wings menacingly shrouding her as she scans the room in front of her.

Nov. 1st: Thin thread

The items reappear in church the next day and Xayah didn't have a wink of sleep the entire time. She prowled on rooftops searching for those golden feathers the entire night without success. But when she sees people gathering around the church, she takes note and lands near the door, listening carefully.

Lost and found.

She instantly goes inside and looks over the tables and items that are presented. And then she spots them. Two golden feahters in hands that are not hers. She instantly marches up to the person.

"Those do not belong to you."

She's still angry but she could be calmed down- if the person hands the feathers over.

[ooc: For the first prompt, pick a setting and place she barges in. She can barge in anywhere, high or low, now that she can fly.]

If he was a spirit, where would he hide an aluminium bat and a rock? If not the General Store for the former, perhaps the shore for the latter.

It doesn't take long for Kol to realise what's happening—the spirits have gotten quite cheeky over the course of the night and have chosen to knick a few things—but it does take him an incredibly long time to find his and other's belongings. He's had better luck finding objects that don't have his name on it.

It's not the bat he's concerned about, but the Librarian's rock. And now that he's worried about it, every rock he remember seeing along the shoreline seems to be gone—or in hiding from his wrath. His frustration's been building since an hour after the play when he realised the rock was gone.

And to top it all off, someone's crying very close by. Lifting his head up from toeing the ground quite violently, he easily recognises her scent. It'd be a bit horrible to just leave her there, wouldn't it? But sometimes people like to cry alone near water…

"Allie?" Keeping his tone upbeat, Kol ensures she has a little time to pull herself together before he approaches.

The Soldier, in the midst of searching for its tablet amidst the other tablets left here, had picked up the feathers mostly out of curiosity. No one here has feathers like this, that it's aware of, so it had been examining them in an attempt to figure out who they might belong to or if they were just left behind by one of the spirits.

Xayah's charging in doesn't go unnoticed, just unremarked on, until her charge brings her straight over to the Soldier. It looks up, blinks, and says, "No, they don't." Then, offering them to Xayah, it asks mildly, "Are the yours?"

(ooc: hope it's okay if we just assume they've at least exchanged names/small talk? they live in the same place and Jason's friendly like that)

[One of the nice things about the third floor was that usually he didn't have to worry much about noise. There was no one above him to really make noise. That was not the case today.

Jason knows the names and faces of those who live in the Invincible, even if he might not talk to everyone regularly. He would really rather not meet up with anyone in his current shirtless state, but the noise downstairs has only gotten louder and more frantic and he has a hunch he knows why.

Surely he's not the only one around here missing things. Though hopefully whoever else might be dealing with stolen items isn't missing a pair of pants or underwear. This could get awkward fast.

With that in mind he makes sure to knock on door 206 just before noticing it's already open a jar.]

Hey...Allie? Everything...

[But he doesn't bother finishing because he sees things strewn everywhere and knows pretty quickly that no, everything is not okay.]

Never mind. What's missing?

Oh, he saw the play, all right. Cao Pi is that hard up for quality culture. Quaint. How very quaint. Yet, it's not immediately obvious when first his trousers, then his tablet go missing, that it's connected to "fire snatching." He could have dropped the pants when last trying to wash them. The tablet, oops, that means he can't post to ask the network if anyone else is seeing this shit. But oh, when one half of Pure Havoc disappears, that's enough. Heads must roll for this!

Open, anywhere, Oct 31

Look, he's not going to go around pantsless, so Cao Pi has managed to squeeze himself into some very tight jeans. Perhaps that's adding to his irritation as he storms around town looking for his sword, he looks positively incensed and turns that glare on everyone he passes. It's too soon to go accusing anyone of the theft but boy does his expression imply it every time he fixes his gaze on someone.

[(ooc: use this prompt for all random encounters, something weird and fun might happen if you stop him to talk!)]

Closed to Quentin, Nov 1

Cao Pi is still across the bridge in the distant village, hunting, when he hears passing word that lost items have been found - in the church, all the way back over there. At least "found" means his stuff probably isn't going anywhere, so he doesn't rush over, which is perhaps why he isn't the first one to actually come across his precious sword...

Removed from all context, the play might be cute. Odd, but cute. The spirits seem to exist somewhere between animals and children on the intelligence spectrum, making them easy to like - except that after having lost people to them before, and now knowing they were the ones behind the hallucinations that drove most everyone here to immense and troubling suffering recently, it's hard for Rosinante to watch their play and find it anything but deeply unsettling.

Somewhat on edge, he's a little more watchful than usual in the next few days over the whole of the town. His hat has been stolen more than once, and he's running out of patience for the spirits and their antics. While by the bonfire working on a cigarette, he spots movement - but this time, it's Cao Pi. In. Uh. Hm.

"That's an interesting look," he remarks, almost teasing, though he completely sympathizes. His current top of choice, after all, is a similarly too-tight sweater with the sleeves ripped off. Choices are slim. "Working on fitting in with everyone else's taste in fashion?"

At least he trusts Rosinante to a point, so even if he gets the stinkeye for a second or two, Zihuan's expression eases slightly into that sort of disgruntled that suggests the nearby person should share in that same feeling. "Hardly," he snaps back, letting himself be riled for a bit because goddamn holding your perfect mask in place all the time is exhausting. "My perfectly comfortable trousers are missing, and so is my tablet so I can hardly ask if anyone has seen them." He squints up at Rosinante, the question is sort of implied so if he wants to answer, he can, but some information might help. He tugs at the layer of tunic peeking out at his neck. "This color, plain, some burn marks in the silk."

It does look a little ridiculous, jeans with the rest of his white, purple, and gold ensemble and armor. And even as he stands there, discussing pants, his long hair suddenly comes free and swishes in a rush of whatever spirit just zipped past him. His hair tie is gone.

After spending the last few days chafing in the cabin, alternating between extreme worry for Eliot and the urge to still go out, still do something to save everyone, even if it means throwing himself at the forest and hoping for the best, Quentin finds himself in the church.

Not because he's all that religious, or because he missed company. It's not, and he's actively avoiding everyone else who might be there, while still heading towards the big pile in the center.

Not that he's missing anything, not that he'd notice unless a spirit ran off with Eliot and that doesn't seem like something they're abut to do. Yet. He's not discounting anything right now, not after the hell that was last week.

But the pile.

It's just a bunch of stuff, all thrown together with no rhyme or reason, but there- at the edge. There's something very familiar. A sword, with a blue kind of gemstone set in the handle and he knows this one. Picking it up, and it's as heavy and easy to wield as last time he held it.

Quentin takes it, holding it down along his side as he hurries out of the church and out in to the free air, just to see how it would feel. To get more than one practice swing in, and without anyone watching.

She doesn't care about the tablet. The first one she got when she arrived, she chucked into the fire. New appeared next to her bed in the morning. It's the feathers that are the problem-

-and the guy is giving them to her. Sorry for the rudeness, soldier, but she'll snatch them out of your hand with the speed of light as if afraid they will disappear. She checks on them, to make sure they are whole and not broken, and then tucks them under her cape, now looking a bit awkward.

"Yes." ... "They are from my mate." Who is still alive and well, hopefully. "They are..." how do humans call it again? "something like... engagement rings?"

The Soldier really only cares because, well, its tablet has a bunch of music on it. If it gets lost, will the replacement still have the music? Better to not have to find out.

It pulls its hand back from her snatch, pulls its whole self back a step, but manages not to pull a knife. Just barely. That was more abrupt than anticipated, and it doesn't take abrupt invasions of personal space well.

"Then I get why you wanted them back so bad," it answers, going for steady, managing only flat. "You have a-- mate?" Weird way to put it, but the Soldier can at least guess what it means from the context she gives. It decides not to amend to "had" even if they're all dead here.

Her tablet doesn't, sadly. The only thing it has is a picture of her with Postmaster General and the envelope.

She- didn't want it to grab it like that. But she's on the edge of her nerves right now to properly thank Bucky for finding them. Maybe... maybe later. When she had some sleep and calmed down.

..."Well- he's still alive so, maybe not." Rakan could've easily survived and moved on. She'd want that for him. Not waste time grieving over her. She'll appreciate the thought and feelings but he had a long way to walk still.

"But the feathers still mean a lot to me." The countless times of when he saved her, and the one time when he couldn't. She shouldn't be sentimental over something like that but she can't help it.

"Then I'm glad they were here for you," the Soldier answers. Then, relaxing a little again when she doesn't yell or jump at it again, ventures, "I don't have anything... like that. That means anything from before." Hard to do that when you aren't allowed personal possessions. Even its weaponry technically belonged to HYDRA, and the loss of that was less personal and more need to be armed to feel safe.

Xayah shrugs, "I don't have anything else besides this. They came here with me since they were tied to my brooch," she nods at the skull brooch on her shoulder. "I took them off and hid them in the coat to not lose them, yet still somehow, someone managed to steal them."

She gives the guy a careful look over as if assessing whether he'd be the type to steal them, but- if he really wanted them, he wouldn't give them back. So he's good in her books. For now.

Well, pants, check. Tablet...check, eventually. But where is Pure Havoc? Cao Pi dodges the others also picking up their items long enough to verify that his sword is not in the pile, which sends him storming out of the church in a snit. Where is it? Who dares? Did someone take advantage of the spirits' little trick to make off with his weapon?

It takes him a short while to search the area, but eventually he does come across the culprit - from behind, drawn by the sound of a metal blade whistling through the air as it do. He's still fairly irate, but it's tempered by a touch of exasperation. So instead of charging in to confront Quentin, Cao Pi prowls up like a tiger, brow knit darkly. "Having a good time?"

The Soldier recognizes the suspicion in that look. It's been on the receiving end of that kind of look before. It's even given it, too. Better set her straight before there's any trouble from it. "It was the spirits," it explains. "I caught them at it with my knives. And a grenade. It might have been their attempt to drive home the point about the fire snatchers, from the play." The Soldier was a lot more upset about the situation before it found so much of what was stolen returned, here in the church. Still not happy, exactly, but feeling less betrayed and upset.

About to speak, he only gets as far as opening his mouth before his expression shifts. The little spirit is so quick and so small that it seems to flit right in and out of view before he can even react. And now Cao Pi really is a sight, with tight pants and loose, long hair.

His eyes track the little dark blur of motion and he gestures to it with his cigarette.

"Hope you've got more of those, because that's going to be harder to find than your pants."

Javert, on the other hand, has been going double patrols in order to keep a lookout for anything that may be stolen. It's put him in a tremendously good mood, though no one but his close acquaintances would be able to tell the difference. He's still scowling, still lurking, but there's an air of self-satisfaction in his gait now. And, as the Soldier is soon to learn, his sense of humor has returned in full force.

For you see, over the past couple of days, Javert has amassed quite the collection of knives. There are twelve in total, and each one that he finds brings an increasing be-wilderness. How could one man carry so many knives, and how could they all be stolen from him? He finds them tossed about all across town — hidden in pots, under bushes, wedged in doors. He knows the owner of them, of course he does. And when he hears of the stolen goods being returned to the church, Javert thinks it's time to search him out.

He approaches the man digging through the collection, looking as imposing as ever with his hat drawn low over his face and his collar popped up to hide the rest. His hands are hidden in his pockets, and when he pulls them out, there's a knife in one. The Soldier's knife. Javert cannot help but smirk, offering the blade out to him and quipping,

"Is this what you are looking for?"

That's a familiar tread-- additionally self-satisfied or not, the bootsteps don't change that much. By the time Javert is halfway across the church, the Soldier has straightened up and turned to face him, patient and expectant, albeit internally itching to get back to its search. It feels so damn naked without any knives. A single gun really, really isn't enough.

At least Javert's posture and expression is... positive. For Javert. The Inspector is pleased about something, which could mean trouble. Though this particular handler has never been dangerous when pleased, there's always a first.

The smirk is baffling, makes the Soldier wary, until the knife comes out.

It does not snatch the knife. It wants to snatch it. Its iron control slips enough that both hands twitch slightly and the plates in the metal arm buzz with want. "Shit. Yes. Where did you find that?"

Edited 2019-11-02 00:56 (UTC)

Fortunately it's not some bejeweled ornament, just a plain thong, so it's replaceable. Still, Cao Pi follows the light of the cigarette toward the darkness...just darkness, it's too late to see the culprit. "Is that's what's going on? What are they trying to pull?"

Still pissed and honestly not trying to look good, sorry Rosinante for being the one having to deal with this.

"Again," she sighs annoyed. "They have gotten way too relaxed with us around." Maybe they shouldn't have been that friendly towards them in the first place; now they are pulling all kinds of dangerous and crazy stuff on them. Taking things away and then returning it might sound fun to them, but it is definitively not fun for anyone else.

'Grenade' sounds like some kind of dangerous device, from the way Soldier is talking about it, so she just nods. "I see it wasn't only us that got swindled," she turns to look at the table with other things the spirits stole.

"Not sure. I guess they're reinforcing that story about theft they tried to tell."

But that was fire, and this is, apparently, everything else. So the message isn't exactly consistent, and is actively confusing, really.

"They're really drawn to my hat, too. I keep catching them taking it, or trying to take it. I give them five minutes before they try again." Better that than his lone grenade, though.

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EVENT LOG: LOSE YOUR SOUL

Jason Grace | OTA

Bucky/Soldat | OTA

Stone | OTA

Allie ][ OTA

Xayah | League of Legends | OTA

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