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 Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 12:46 pm
A great, beautiful mansion sits a short distance from the school. The outside view is amazing...gazing over acres of property. Directly in front of the building sits multiple gardens of flowers, any kind you name it, spread in a welcoming design. Though...some say if you get a bird's eye view, that a section will form into a face of some kid with glasses and red hair, underneath it is wording but it isnt readable. At the door you see a simple yellow flower, and nothing more. The inside would render one speechless. With a multitude of rooms, most of which are closed off, a world class kitchen and dining room...among much more. No matter where you turn you see flowers, beautifully arranged. This mansion is completely abandoned though, noone knows why..but someone had to be quite rich to own such a place, a young blonde woman, seemingly the gardener, is said to water the flowers while humming a tune on some days. There is also rumor that this mansion is also haunted.
Edit for the benefit of the Festival - The whor-ahem, mansion wasnt neglected either. The boundaries of the palace like structure, pink dots sit creating a soothing mood. The mansion roof itself has been pelted with the petals, pink scattered among it as well. The walkway that leads to the house has been cleverly surrounded by pink as well.
Inside the mansion, a few brave students have ran through dropping petals in any fashion.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 10:25 pm
(( I don’t know if there should be something here or a certain someone with golden hair haunting this place, but I wouldn’t mind a DM/GM guiding me through here like in actual D&D. XP ))
The star’s shined in the moon-lit sky as Tarja made her approach to the mansion, it was night time and the place was supposedly haunted. Tarja didn’t fear the undead, how could she fear creatures that most of her uncles created and controlled? The place was obviously abandoned and by the looks of things of limits, a perfect place to explore and have a snoop around in. Very quickly the Finnish teenager had a look around before swiftly and carefully climbing over the gate and jumping onto the pathway on the inside of the mansion.
Picking herself up from the ground after a landing which almost saw her face hit the ground hard, Tarja took a minute to regain her bearings and she started to walk her way up the path, the scent of the flowers she could smell but it really didn’t phase her that much. After what seemed like five minutes of non-stop walking Tarja finally made it to the door. At first she tried to open the door but for an odd reason it did not open, but then she remembered something.
Reaching into her pocket Tarja pulled a magical scroll from her dress pocket and unravelled it. On the scroll was an image that looked like a door arch along with a lock being twisted without a key, along with the door being opened slightly. “I knew taking this with me would come in handy.” She then placed her left hand on the scroll and incarnated. “Kuolema Tekke Taiteilijan...” The scroll and her ring started to glow faintly while she incarnated her activation key. The scroll disintegrated to magical dust and floated into the keyhole of the door and a few seconds latter the faint sound of the door lock opening was heard and the door creeked open. Tarja then looked around for anyone in case they had been following her and she entered the mansion.
(( The scroll was a once only item, it wont appear again. It was a spell called Knock, its from D&D. ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 1:36 pm
As soon as she stepped inside the mansion, the door suddenly closed on her which caused the young girl to jump with fright. A cold sweet ran down her forehead as she slowly looked over her shoulder at the closed door and gulped before turning back to face the hallway and walking down it. The place was darker than anything imaginable and the only light source was coming from her ring, which was glowing dimly from the magical energy radiating from it.
There were so many doors, each time she turned down another hallway and looked to her sides there was another room. But every time she tried to open one of them it wouldn’t budge and she couldn’t magically open the door like she did last time, the scroll was designed for one use only. Tarja just continued on her way until she made her way into a large dinning room, the table was massive and the amount of chairs that were there was massive, just this mansion alone proved how rich the Yukihiro family was.
“Sin tasit, flizh na...” A voice echoed in her mind suddenly like a whisper, Tarja gasped in fear while looking around for whom or whatever made that noise, now that had to be something not natural. “Come on now dear...how can you fear something you’re related too...” Tarja then looked around once again for the voice, now this was getting scary; she had no idea if it was the spirits of the house or just her head. Thinking for a moment, the voice sounded familiar, like her... Tarja quickly reached for her dagger Arbane and she held it up while saying. “Grandfather...?”
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 5:35 am
The voice laughed as if it was taunting her, which caused Tarja to frown while gripping the dagger tighter than before, a weak attempt to make the spirit inside her dagger feel pain. “Correct my granddaughter, but the reason I have brought us here is to increase your skills in the dark arts, there was a reason behind my death and I will tell you that as you grow stronger and stronger...” Tarja couldn’t believe that the spirit inside her weapon was her grandfather; didn’t he give her the dagger as a gift? There had to be more to this then met the eye and she would find this out one way or another. Sighing, Tarja started fiddling with the dagger in her hands while asking her grandfather. “Ok what shall you be teaching me?”
The dagger slowly lifted itself from her hand and floated all by itself, her grandfather was once an extremely power necromancer and some of his power went with him in death. The dagger began to brighten up with a dim eerie light, a childish laughter was heard all the way at the other end of the room and Tarja immediately turned to face it, her face turned to horror when she saw what it was. A small child maybe only nine, wearing nothing but black clothing, by the look of the flesh it was undead but it had passed through the door. The undead spirit was obviously a Wraith, spectral undead creatures made from total shadow that loathe life and attempt to extinguish it whenever encountered. The small child looked up at the young Finnish teenager while giving a sadistic smile from its deformed face and it started to move ecstatically, it moved on all fours at astonishing speeds and its legs moved over its arms and so forth.
[Battle Music: Get Inside by Stone Sour]
“Kill the wraith I have conjured up.” Tarja’s grandfather said as it floated into her hand Tarja nodded while looking up at the creature and she charged at it while incarnating. “Undetriginata Spiritus obscuri, coeuntes inimucum concodant, Sagitta Magica, series obscure!!” At once twenty nine dark magic arrows’ sprung forth from her hand and darted at the wraith, each one hit but caused no damage at all. “Stupid girl! It is a creature made from darkness!!” Tarja then frowned at her grandfather’s second comment as she meet up close with the creature, and then the melee began. The wraiths speed advantage gave it the edge in combat against her, it swiped its spectral claws against her side which cut her dress and caused her crimson blood to flow slowly from her side cut. “Filthy ********!!!” Tarja screamed while bringing her dagger down into the wraith’s side, the creature screeched while grabbing her hand, it started to drain the life force right from her. Tarja started to feel faint and weak, she couldn’t hold out much longer. “Finish it while it’s weak!!” The voice echoed in her head as she relinquished herself from the grip of the undead creature and stabbed the wraith once again. The creature screeched once again as it started to get sucked down into the shadows, and then it was gone.
Tarja felt herself get weak and her legs became all weak and she could barely stand. As she fell into unconciencness, the voice of her grandfather echoed in her mind once again. “Congratulations my dear, you have passed the first test, you are worthy after all…” It then laughed as her eyes became heavy from her blood loss and she fainted.
“You’re first lesson learnt, never underestimate undead…”
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 3:23 pm
Maybe an hour latter, Tarja slowly regained conciseness and she slowly opened her eyes. “Wha...?” She mumbled while slowly standing herself up and looking around. Was what happened all a dream or did it actually happen? She saw that she was still within the Yukihiro Mansion and it was maybe dawn, her dagger was on the ground beside her foot and nothing else was really noticed. Bending down, Tarja picked up her dagger and examined it for maybe four minutes non-stop. Then she checked where her supposed wound from the wraith was, it was healed but her clothing was ripped. Looking again at the dagger she placed it in one of her hidden dress pockets and left the mansion, though she kept hidden while she did.
[Exits to wherever the hell I feel like, GOSH!!]
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 1:47 am
Tarja had returned to the abandoned Yukihiro mansion, something drew her there like a moth to flame, she felt at home and in her element there and the eerie aura that the place gave of comforted her unlike others who found the place to be quite intimidating. She ran right through the front gates seeing as how they were unlocked for unknown reasons to her and she ran inside through the front door.
She headed to the dining room where she had fought the wraith and she took a seat at one of he chairs while still crying. She had no chance with Zero, the b***h was probably right anyway, he only helped her because she was a female and in distress, plus he was probably taken by the b***h too. Crying still she pulled her dagger from one of her pockets and placed it on the table in front of her while still crying.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 3:00 am
Walking in the front door, Boyd surpressed a shudder. Dammit this place was creepy.
"Explore new places he said! You'll have fun he said! Son of a..."
Blinking, he could have sworn he heard sobbing.
"Its coming for the dining room! Could it be the spirit of a ghost who had a horrible past!"
Pulling out his gun, he dashed in.
"LEROY JENKIIIIINS!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 5:31 pm
[came from Eva-san's Resort]
"Hmph, I thought I saw Falconer-sama walk in here..." Nyuu said to herself as she walked inside the dark and creepy manor. She walked along the dark corridors full of eerie paintings and creepy antique furniture. It was like something out of a survival horror video game, specifically Resident Evil. Nyuu looked around frequently for she felt that someone -- or something -- was watching her every move. Then she heard a loud crash which starled her as she immediately hid behind an old suit of armor placed along the hallway.
"Oh...t-this place is c-creepy. Zero-sama, I...wish you were here..."
After Nyuu was sure that everything was okay, she went out of her hiding place and gave out a sigh of relief. She then gathered up all of her courage and went to the place where she heard the loud crash which supposedly came from the dining room.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 7:50 pm
Almost immediately, Boyd had tripped, over a stray chair or something, falling head first to the ground. As soon as he hit the floor however, he used to momentum from falling to roll back into a standing position.
"Physic's can kiss my a**..." he muttered, turned to a see a shocked Tarja.
"FOUL DEMON!" Boyd ranted. "How there j00 possess this...mansion..."
Boyd blinked.
"Tarja?" he noticed the tears and the dagger.
"NO!" with a dive, he landed on the table, knocking the dagger away. However, the table collapsed under him, causing a loud crash.
From his position on the floor, Boyd muffled voice came through:
"Do not attempt suicide young one! You have much to live for! I have spend 12 years in the army, and lemme tell you there are some weird stuff that happens when you fight a war...
STAY STRONG! Whatever God you believe in will not be happy with your suicide!"
With that, Boyd fainted.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 9:19 pm
Nyuu cautiously entered the dining room, looking around the area as she went in. As she went deeper inside, she saw two familiar faces -- Tarja-sama who looked as if she had just witnessed something horrible, and a certain gun-totting teacher who lay motionless on the floor near the broken pieces of what seemed like a dining table. She walked over slowly to examine the situation but as she went closer, she saw a dagger of some sort near the body of the sensei and gasped.
"Oh my gosh... eek "
"Is he...dead? eek "
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 2:42 am
When Boyd knocked the dagger from the table, a loud groan of pain was heard in everyone’s head as it hit the ground hard, then it started to glow bright green and lifted itself from the ground. It aimed itself at the table and darted right into it, chipping some of the wood away as it was firmly impaled in the wood. "Touch me again and I will aim for your neck!!" The voice then said in everyone's head. Tarja just rolled her eyes while wiping her tears away. "Quiet grandfather, you might have power but it is limited..." The dagger then stopped glowing and everything went silent. Tarja just smiled as the room went darker, a few shadows gathered and lifted the table off Boyd and they were gone as quick as they came. "Don’t mind the creatures of this place, I see you all as friends and what I see as a friend, they leave alone...well my grandfather here controls them, not me..." She then held up the dagger as she spoke.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 2:16 pm
"Pretty...n-neat trick...T-tarja-sama." Nyuu said nervously as she was still uneasy at the sight of the numerous creepy shadows that surround the vicinity of the room. Her master was able to use shadows as well, but they were never as creepy as the ones she saw in front of her. After a while, she sighed and slowly walked over to the two mages all the while constantly looking around her to see if any shadows were still visible. As soon as she reached the two, she gave a sigh of relief and fixed up her hair as she began to speak.
"Umm...Tarja-sama..." Nyuu said but hessitated for a moment but then continued after a few moments.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you earlier today. It was only when Zero-sama explained it to me did I finally realize how childish our fighting really was. Please accept my sincerest apology." Nyuu said and then bowed her head down.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 9:40 pm
Came from Sorce's Dorm Entry # 00197 Falconer's trail led to the abandoned Yukihiro whorehouse mansion, it's still immaculate gardens radiating an aura of semi-abandonment. Sorce quietly snuck around the blond woman in the silk dress who seemed to be watering the garden and muttering about students breaking into her whorehouse. Yup, it sounded like this might be the right place. Quietly opening the front door, Sorce took a look around. 'Oppulent' was the word to describe the place, although other words like 'lavish', 'rich'. 'loaded' and 'I want all this to be mine!' would do too. "Place looks like an upscale whorehouse," Sorce muttered as he followed the trails in the dust. There seemed to be more then one. Well, Falconer should be easy to find. Just listen for the mental hospital escapee...
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 12:23 am
Boyd was dreaming...a vast variety of colors swirled around as he tried to regain conscious. A bunny hopped into view, waving at Boyd. Boyd waved back.
The people in the room stared as Boyd's body lifted up its hand and waved.
"Hello there Mr Bunny." Boyd said. "How are you today?"
"In a rush!" cried the bunny. "I must leave now, as we bunny's are in high demand!"
"Kay..." he mumbled, trailing off. The colors re arranged themselves, forming memories....he could hear gunfire? Chanting? He could feel blood running down his face...
Boyd Falconer woke with a scream
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 1:04 am
Entry # 00198 Sorce was halfway up a flight of stairs, having passed through an indoor swimming pool (it was still heated!), an abandoned nursery full of little kid's toys, a creepy looking shrine to what looked like a red-headed ten year-old who looked oddly familiar, a creepy bedroom that looked right out of a whorehouse, ahem, 'House Of Negotiable Affection' (complete with heart-shaped bed and a closet full of skimpy negligee, and for some reason right next to the creepy shrine), when he heard the scream echo through the house. Hmm, he thought. That sounded suspiciously like a mental hospital escapee... Must be Falconer...Pulling out his staff and putting his rebuilt helmet onto his head-- he was already wearing his rebuilt armor-- Sorce stared to head for the noise...
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