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 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:20 am
The crowd of gathered souls was gathering, even now, anticipation laced the air as young minds urged for his deliverance, he could feel their need, their soulful abandon of the established conventions, the need to break away from these pale, pathetic morals and obligations.
The figure let out a delighted laugh and leaned forward, slipping the necklace over Caleb's shoulders as though bestowing a knight with a great gift. In a way, this was like a parody of a knighting. "Do you feel it? That seed that blooms within you? The greatest power known to man. The key to forging your destiny." His tattoos glowed again, and the nearest ring of headstones cracked, as though the profane magic would overflow from his pleasure.
"Call to it, let the words flow, let it out! Transform into your true self!"
The dead stirred, urged and drawn from their slumber, unable to rest, unable to return to the solace of oblivion. The wind howled through the trees, the night seemed dark, the moon afraid to peak from the clouds.
Then the clouds parted, and the moon blossomed, heavy and summoning. Irresistible to the werewolf, the legends said.
The figure turned to the young woman moving toward him, silent but with an inner strength. He held out a hand, his tattered cloak shifted across his shoulders. "All you need to do is give me your allegiance. Give me your fealty, and I will make you powerful beyond the bounds of imagination."
It seemed like such a small, simple request, like it meant little to give in. A figure rose from its grave then, dirt and worms sluicing from clawing hands and struggling limbs.
With each new addition to his army, his power swelled, grew. Not even Thief! would stand against GHOULS. King's city would be theirs.
The unquiet dead shifted, as though shuffling to some unheard music, and a chill wind wound its way through the graveyard, bringing the promise of ill omens. The figure and those moving toward him, seemed as though caught in an island of the darkest, foulest auspice. As though through joining him, they could re-write the weather itself. What hope would the city have against such power!
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:26 am
 Sneaking out hadn't been high on Ciaran's list of good ideas, but something felt off tonight. Wrong even. It had started with those fliers that were everywhere lately. They didn't bode well, and he could just feel it in his very core that he had to go check it out. He found himself wishing the bay window in his room opened. Stupid window being only a seat and a nice place to read and do homework. But it wouldn't ever open. It couldn't, so instead, Cuaran was stuck squirming and shifting himself to perch on the sill of the small window above his bed. Honestly though, what was he going to do? He was about to jump out of a second story window! The stone the crazy pink woman had given him was hanging on a chain about his neck, and he was honestly praying that this devil's gift would work again. He hadn't tried to use it since the day his brother was attacked by that thing. But he had to try. With one last deep breath, Ciaran vaulted from his window.
A moment later, his body felt heavy and there was a jolt as his wings snapped open and he was gliding. A few awkward beats of his wings and he was gaining altitude. This should at least make getting to the graveyard and back a lot faster. With the moon vanishing behind the clouds, the gargoyle form had no problems soaring over the graveyard without casting a shadow and landing on the roof of the near by church. He folded his wings and sat stone still, like the decrepit statues beside him, and watched. He could see several figures below him. When the moon reappeared, he could count at least 10, and more seemed to be coming... from the ground? The one in chains seemed to be the mastermind behind this. Gargoyle decided to simply wait and watch.-------------------------------------------------------------------------  Damon was, if nothing else, impressed by the display this guy was putting on. The special effects seemed over the top for a party. This ... was a party, right? The glowing was just... black lights and glow sticks. And these skeletons were just great costumes. Of course. They were people in costumes who had been in shallow graves until unsuspecting guests arrived! Of course! But as the man in chains spoke, it was starting to sound more and more like a cult then a party. It almost made him leave, because cults were really creepy and pretty stupid. But something made him stay. He was still curious about this power being offered. He did, after all, want to be taken seriously, be allowed to make his own choices. A bitter taste rose in Damon's mouth, and rather then stepping away, he took a step after the girl in pink, moving closer to the man in chains. With a second step, it occurred to him that he didn't know how this man was going to give these powers. Right now it just looked like a strange ritual cultish acceptance. This was some sort of initiation, or recognition or something. He was about to open his mouth to ask, no, demand that this man explain this power, this allegiance . But before he could voice his questions, he lost his nerve. What if no one here wanted to know? What if everyone was a blind believer, and him asking would make everyone turn on him? He really didn't want to get into a fight the first day he was living here. There were enough people here that he'd proooooooooobably loose in about half a second. Wouldn't that be great? Show up to the first day of school completely black and blue because he pissed off some freaky cultists? No. He'd much rather play along, and see if maybe... just maybe, for once something magical could happen. If this guy really did give them the power to claim whats rightfully theirs, to be stronger, to be respected, to change things... then who was he to argue? There was too much that should be changed, that he wanted to change. Steeling his face, he took a few more steps after the girl, keeping an eye on the others around him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:52 am
Taiga couldn't help but close his eyes as the moon slid into view, bathing the graveyard in a brightness that did little to dispel the gloom. He was unaware of the scene he himself created, a white form whose edges were lightened, blurred by the extra light. No longer did he appear to be a a creature made of flesh and blood, but one of the dead summoned to be put on display as a show of power. His footsteps were muffled by the shifting of the crowd as he drifted closer, compelled by the power that radiated from this cloaked figure.
It drew him in and touched the not so secret darkness within him. He abhorred everything this being was trying to destroy, control. It sang to him and in return he resonated with this power. He never bowed to anyone, but for this person, he who offered him gifts of power, he would bow his head and bend his knee.
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Tobias could taste the storm long before he saw it rolling in, a beautiful and deadly swirl of energy right on the horizon. Just like he could feel the flash of energy, white hot, that gathered in the graveyard where he was headed. Thief! was a coward a brief message left on his cellphone and no further contact. He wasn't a man of obedience with no guidance, and he'd been given free reign of himself ever since he'd gotten Fox, his living beacon. Though truth be told he also hadn't had his 'debut' since receiving him. Fox had to have been nursed back to full health first, and that had taken a while. The hybrid animal had been half dead after all.
Hetero-chromatic eyes watched from the shadow of a tree as the GHOUL leader preached to the masses, bestowing one with a gift. A white specter detached itself from the ruins of a weeping angel, its destination clearly the cloaked man. Across his shoulders Fox shifted restlessly, clearly against staying where they were. But the animal remained silent as he had been. Claws briefly dug into his shoulder, a display of unease before the pressure eased up. Eyes that were a reflection of his own stared into the shadows of the Church, searching for some figment that he had spied.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 1:01 pm
It was late, very late, and the night held a sort of cold creepy feeling to it. All the better for a creepy crawly party! Jazz grinned as she climbed the fence into the graveyard, holding her trench coat tight around her. She'd snuck out that evening... even though she'd pretty much promised her younger cousin she'd stay away from what was sure to be a seriously awesome Halloween party, Jazz still had snuck out. Instead, here she was creeping towards a gathering in a graveyard. Maybe there would be ghost hunting later!
The clearing of a throat behind her caused Jazz to nearly have a heart attack."So much for staying home." Koorie said coldly, her red eyes piercing through her cousin sternly. I should have locked you in the broom closet."
The main reason she hadn't wanted her cousin here was because Koorie had a bad feeling about what was going on. Since being awakened, she hadn't been actively looking for a fight. Instead, she'd simply been watching and listening, and finding time to train herself in her newly discovered 'talents'. And now, instead of focusing solely on whatever fight might happen, she was going to be stuck watching out for her stupid cousin.
"Jasmine, go home." She said softly, her look stern but unable to hide a bit of worry."Awww, c'mon Koorie! It's just a wicked party! Though it looks pretty de-" Her attention was snapped to the cloaked guy in the center. "Whooooah, nice effects for a party." She moved around the clearly not happy Koorie (then again when was this girl ever really happy?) and started towards the grouping."s**t..." Koorie muttered under her breath, finding no choice but to follow Jasmine. Her hand was at her neck, playing with the golden locket that hung from a chain there. She couldn't exactly transform here anyways, not with her cousin now knowing she was there
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:05 pm
There were more people now, and he spared a glance to those closest to him. He was glad to no longer be the only person interested in the offer, and grinned at those who also seemed interested.
It did feel a little like he was being knighted, though he suspected that they wouldn't be serving the forces of good. Maybe it was the zombies.
"Call to it, let the words flow, let it out! Transform into your true self!"
He could feel the power, the desire, the want to shift, and he called to it.
He had no words, but as the moon reappeared, he let out a howl, releasing himself to the power.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:46 pm
Kali grinned with excitement soon she would find out what this power was. She was even being offered some it was exciting and intriguing. Smiling back at the boy who had gotten the necklace, she paused for a moment, her rational side taking over she should find out more about what this power was before she pledged anything but that could be taken as a sign of weakness or just more curiosity.
She didn’t want to risk the former and chances where, she wasn’t going to pass up an offer like this anyways. But still it was better be informed. She was about to ask when she was cut off by a howl as the moon reappeared. Her curiosity spiked again, It made her realize that now was a time for action. They could play twenty questions later; after all it wouldn’t be night forever. She waited for the howl to end before speaking. “I vow to serve you.”
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 9:30 pm
(>3> Seraphim's stage two is still in the works, but he's going to creep into this event!)
His brother had taken forever going to bed. For some odd reason he had stayed downstairs, pacing about and muttering to himself in clear distress. Something was bothering him, or perhaps just preoccupying him right now? Either way, it had taken him longer then usual to retire to his room. After which, Nicohlas merely waited a half hour to transform himself.
It always filled him with this sense of joy when Nicohlas transformed into Seraphim. Becoming the angel came with a potent feeling of power and energy. No longer was he trapped in his wheelchair. His wavy lavender hair still remained slightly mussy, but the feathered hairclip kept it from going into his eyes. He was still getting used to the tunic he wore. He was always afraid of accidentally flashing someone, though he had not had a single wardrobe malfunction to date. Despite being barefoot, his soles never seemed to get scraped up either. He supposed that it was all a part of the magic right?
Now, despite the fact that Seraphim had a pair of very lovely downy white wings...he hadn't a clue how to fly. For this reason he was grateful that he lived on the first floor of his home. He crawled out his window and in a light scamper crossed the grounds to the front gate. After crawling over the tall stone wall, with mild difficulty and lots of wing flapping, he was finally able to make his way to the cemetery.
The posters he had seen were sort of...ambiguous. Personally Seraphim had been hoping to cross paths with a familiar pink lady. It did not occur to him that the message in the poster, coupled with the choice of location, hardly seemed like -her- sort of thing. At least not the sort of image he had daydreamed her up as having. When Seraphim arrived to the cemetery, things seemed to be...in motion. He stood outside the walls and peered over the edge inside. There was...wind blowing. The feathers of his wings ruffled as he looked up at the suddenly revealed moon. "Eerie." He whispered softly. There was more then just that going on though. From where he stood, Seraphim could see a gathering deeper in the cemetery. He swallowed a apprehensive lump in his throat. Just walking barefoot through the grass was sending creepy chills up his spine.
Seraphim could not dare get too close. Fear was growing the closer he got, and it only grew deeper when he realized corpses were shambling up out of the ground. He could have sworn he could see a ghost standing there too! His wings trembled on his back as he knelt behind a large angel statue. Peering around it's legs, he tried to see what he could but..he was still pretty far away. he could barely hear what was being said...though he was just too scared to get any closer!
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 10:34 pm
The howling wind that was picking up made the masked oni feel quite at home. It almost seemed like the cloaked figure had some control over the weather. This was incredibly intriguing to Rakurai. He felt somewhat emboldened by it and tried to sneak a peak of the gathering. Right as Rakurai was inching forward to try to get a look at the group the moon came out. Since he knew that would make him pretty easy to spot in his colorful outfit he slowly backed up and hid more effectively behind the large statue's base keeping it fully between him and the crowd. Why did the moon have to come out now?! He was able to continue listening to what was going on but visuals would be impossible to spy on now. He began mentally weighing his options.
Trying to take advantage of the new found brightness he looked behind him to scan the area he could not see very well earlier. So far it looked like he was alone save for some rogue undead. He took note of what he saw: zombie, zombie, skeleton, zombie, angel... ANGEL?! The oni shifted his position uneasily to be able to better watch the divine looking fellow. He slowly raised an extended set of fingers in front of the mouth painted on his mask making a shhhhh gesture towards the mysterious angel. Ooooh man was he going to be mad if the guy in the dress blew his cover!
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 9:44 am
Oh man, there were tons of other kids there, this prospect of power appealing to them as well it seemed like, and were those zombies coming out of the ground!? Oh yeah, this was the best thing he had been to in awhile.
He watched the cloaked guy approach a blue haired kid and put something, a necklace, around his neck, and watched as the moon transformed into a werewolf. Now he wanted to know what would happen if he accepted this guys offer. Would he be a werewolf too? Or maybe a zombie, that'd be cool too, but he'd rather be a vampire. They were night loving people which he thought totally fit him well.
Jeremiah was pretty much sold at this point, and without really caring he was shoving and pushing, everyone pretty much made him look like a dwarf anyway, they wouldn't care, to bump himself up in the crowd, standing closer to the guy than he had been, but at a safe distance from the werewolf and the zombies.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 12:31 am
-(Feywild Location: Hidden in a tall tree overlooking the gathering grounds)
From where she knelt, Feywild bore witness to...she was not sure. The cloaked individual's power was clear. He could clearly raise the dead, which bode ill for the city. Fey's hand twitched to summon her bow and begin picking off the shambling corpses. Her Sear arrow could take out some of the Zombies she supposed...but she did not want to hit any of the kids that were gathered. Her eyes moved to the boy who seemed to be lit up particularly well in the moonlight.
His subsequent transformation brought a sour expression to her face. This was not boding well. The cloaked figure was gathering and corrupting the children that gathered here. Still... What was more disturbing was the fact this seemed to be a trend forming. A girl in a pink shirt stepped up to follow the boy who had turned into some sort of werewolf creature. What would she do if they all agreed? Feywild attempted to shift her place on the branch carefully. Could she take them down on her own? They wouldn't be very skilled right now she was sure, but...there were so many of them. Feywild reached a hand up to uneasily tuck a strand of red hair behind her ear. She would have to keep watching she supposed...but...all those undead things...they worried her. What was going to happen with all those things when this 'party' was over?
-(Seraphim Location: Hidden behind a large Angel Statue on the far outskirts of the gathering ground)
He...should...not...be here. Seraphim was trying to pay attention to the other children, but those undead things...the skeletons and the grotesque rotting corpses that were breaking through the ground was sending his skin and feathers crawling. He could not stop peering down at the ground around him in apprehension. What if the dead started to come out back here? What if the ground turned and something decaying reached out to grab him? Seraphim had -never- been fond of horror movies. This was clearly one too. He licked his lips and forced himself to look back across the grounds. One of the boys had turned into..something...but he couldn't see from where he knelt and trembled.
Movement from behind another tombstone drew his silver eyes, and Seraphim gave a start. His wings fluffed up and he lifted a hand to clap over his mouth before he made a sound. What was that!? The mask looked like...like something scary for sure. But..not undead scary. And he was...shushing him? Did that mean he was spying like he was? If he wasn't giving away his place in hiding, he really hoped he was one of the good guys. Seraphim folded his wings down and pulled himself up onto the statue base, so his feet were no longer upon the grassy grounds.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 9:59 am
"s**t!" Jayke muttered the swear under his breath and he took a step back, the cracking of the headstones still ringing in his ears, hit suddenly by a dreadful realization. Okay, so apparently what he had first thought to be a fake skeleton kneeling before the cloaked figure was a REAL skeleton; gross, but he knew that humanity in general wasn't above digging around in the dirt for the remains of things, rather than doing the sensible thing and letting them rest and nourish the Earth. But now he could see another skeleton rising from the ground; he could almost hear the confusion of the worms struggling to cling to the gray limbs and dropping back down into the disturbed earth. Not only did it rise, it MOVED as though it still had tendons and muscle and skin.
He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise; when he had thought to come for the promised power, he had envisioned gaining the ability to better protect his animal brethren, to visit doom and pain upon those who dared to call themselves lords of his family and who senselessly abused them and threw them away when they were finished. But this.....this was beyond anything he had even imagined. Yes, it was power; easily as strong as anything he had seen performed by the many village elders whose acquaintance he had made as a child, but was it merely centered around the dead, rallying them to his cause?
No, he realized suddenly as he witnessed an epic transformation as the first who had come to the figure was transformed into what could only be described as a werewolf. His eyes widened as he watched the fur sprout, the muscles bulge beneath the quivering skin, the eyes to him gaining intelligence in waves even as they changed and beheld the crowd with a sight that they all could only imagine what it would be like to have. Yes! He could feel the excitement pounding inside his chest. This was what he was hoping for! Not to become some master of undead, but to be able to take a form of nature itself, and in so doing wreak havoc upon his foes, the animal ravagers, the killer of innocents! So caught up in the energy was he that he had already forgotten his original reason for wishing such power upon himself; to protect those unable to withstand the harsh, yanking hands of humanity. All he could picture now was himself in some new and awesome form, raining death and destruction on everything two-legged with ghastly and unforgiving vengeance.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 8:50 pm
(Location: Hidden behind a tombstone) Flutterby should have been focusing more on the events around her. But her mind seemed...scattered. Maybe she should not have skipped school to fly around in the park. Giving her head a little shake, she found the sudden cold wind that whipped up slightly helpful in clearing her mind. Flutterby crawled up higher on the tombstone she had been hiding behind. It had a Victorian curled top, granting her a great place to peer out from while keeping away from the ground.
The ground kept churning, and breaking up. Allowing all sorts of corpses to break free. This was not good....not good at all. She didn't know how to lay the dead to rest! She'd just been practicing how to get in touch with the spirits! Flutterby felt a growing sense of dread as she realized how woefully unprepared she was right now.
The moon seemed to choose that moment to grow bright. Gleaming with the power of a spotlight down onto the cemetery. Flutter's blue eyes moved back to the gathered ones, and she felt her wings pin firmly to her back. The blue haired boy..was changing...and he wasn't changing into anything cute or friendly looking. Her eyes quickly snapped back to Jayke..and what she saw only filled her with agitation. He was smiling? Oh no no no! There was nothing to smile about here!
Flutterby's monarch wings flitted slowly on her back as she gauged the distance between where she hid and where Jayke was standing. If she moved carefully... she could keep behind the tombstones. If she did not fly she would not glitter, so that wouldn't give her away. Flutterby steeled her nerve and dropped down from where she had been clinging to the tombstone and onto the grass. She paused to bat a few long blades from her wings, then hunkered down and started to dash between the tombstones. It was hard for her to remain serious and focus as she ran from one tombstone to another. She wanted to dart back and forth! If it were not for the ominous energy in the air, the shambling undead things that were just a few rows away, or the fact she was furious at her friend. Well, she really would have run off to leave the silly fools gathering to their own designs.
Finally Flutterby found herself but a stone away from Jayke. She hefted her staff and considered what to do next. It was getting harder for her to focus her thoughts, and she just wanted to fly on up and smack him over the head for being so stupid! Instead she made a small huff and made another rush for his feet. She resisted the urge to whack his ankle, and instead stepped behind him. With Jayke providing a sort of shelter between herself and the baddies, she flitted her wings and flew up to where she could grab the back of his shirt and cling. "You should not be here!" She snapped in a small voice towards his ear.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 3:58 am
The break of moonlight, the howl of the hunter, light seemed to enter Caleb Lovell, covering his form in liquid mercury. The echoing notes of the boy's cry brought a rustle and rumbling from the ground and then the change began, hair, teeth, claws and predator instincts. Leaving the Beast.  uncertAnother grave burst open and the shambling corpse rose out, moving away from the crowd, like it would find a new place to rest. The cloaked figure grinned triumphantly. "Welcome to the club. We are the GHOULS, powerful, unstoppable."The figure shifted focus to the other, young eager faces moving forward full of excitement and yearning. "Kneel, pledge yourself, and I will give you that which you need most."The cloak rustled in the breeze and the ghost wound its way along the figure's form, letting out an eerie scream as it faded across his body, the wraith was joined by another, flowing around him. "Seize your destiny! Join me, together, we will forge a new world." He pulled out more of the beacons, lovingly taken for his own ends.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:15 am
A Werewolf...living breathing and straight from the horror flicks his roommates liked to watch. Tobias felt his breath catch in his throat in...anticipation? Yes...he wanted to see more of this mans power, feel the perversion taint the air further. On his shoulders Fox tensed, readying himself to jump off Tobias's shoulders. The cowardly animal didn't want to fight and it showed every time Tobias tried to transform to get himself used to his new abilities. But not this time, no, he would be used as he was created to be used. Fingers reached up to dig into the thick pelt of the hybrid, holding him there, there would be no running, not tonight. "A little more, show me more of your power." Tobias muttered, eyes narrowed. He couldn't help but feel alive after so long of just...existing.
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A Werewolf! Taiga couldn't help but feel giddy at the sight of the others transformation. This! This is what he'd been expecting when he saw the mans powers. These abilities...chaos would reign in this mundane city, Taiga was sure of it. There was another before him, who had gotten close to his new god. She'd declared her intentions but Taiga did not like her. There were questions in her eyes, questions a servant shouldn't ask. It was their duty to obey and only obey. A vicious smirk swept away his neutral expression, she would learn, as would he, what their places were in time.
But for now he stood next to her, and knelt in front of the cloaked man, "I am yours to command."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:38 am
Looking from the wolf, to the cloaked man Jeremiah could still hardly believe it. That boy...a werewolf, a real one. The transformation itself had looked painful, but Jeremy knew he could stand a bit of pain. All those dares to jump off roofs and his soccer practice were all about to pay off. He kneeled before the cloaked figure, bowing his head like he saw in that medevil movie he watched a few years back. "You have my allegiance, always." Yes, he was ready for this, to embrace this darkness and forge a new, exciting path in his life.
It would be the best party of all, of that he was sure.
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