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Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
*Lishu approaches the sinner and places his hand on her shoulder.*
"I'm here. What seems to be the problem? Are you cursed? Are you being targetted by someone? What's happening?"
Just before the woman could answer, suddenly, she collapses, screaming "No!" and "Stop!", among other things, seemingly fighting against some unseen force. Is she, like... schizophrenic or something?
"Ma'am? Ma'am!" *Lishu tries to get her attention, but it's no use. His words can't seem to reach her anymore. Lishu tries to sense the air for any form of demon activity and yet for some reason, he's not picking up anything. Strange. He decides to try and help her up and bring her to a hospital.* "Come on. let's take you to a medical professional."
Before Lishu can help her, suddenly, her screams silence, and an eerie, familiar smile dons her face. She stands up slowly, picking up a shard of broken glass... and slits her throat right in front of Lishu, still smiling as she once again falls to the ground, this time never to rise again.
*Lishu was left shocked and disturbed by what just happened. He was extremely confused. What kind of illusions was this woman haunted by that it would drive her to take her own life like this? He sighs and closes her eyes. He checks the body for any form of identification, just to know who she was before he can send her soul to rest.*
Not only is there no identification on the corpse, but... there seems to be no soul either. As though someone had gotten to her soul first... And just nearby, Lishu can see a very familiar shadow lurking, watching the scene with a wide grin.
*Lishu looks at the lurking shadow. He could almost recognize it, but it was too far away to be sure. He gets up and moves closer towards the shadow to get a better look at it.*
Sure enough, it's Alastor's shadow! The shadow waves as though Alastor isn't responsible for a gruesome, horrific suicide. Yikes...
"Oh. It's just you, Ali. is there something you need from me? Food? Water? More head pats?"
Alastor steps out of his shadow, summoned by his beloved saying his name. He tilts his head. "What about me?" he asks, and then his eyes land on the gruesome sight before them. Namely, the fact that the corpse is still smiling. "Oh my... Please tell me you simply stumbled on this unfortunate young lady instead of witnessing it." Oh?
"I happened upon the lady. She begged me for help before going into a panic for some reason before killing herself with a warped smile. WHy do you ask?"
"...Damn my desire for freedom," he curses under his breath, turning to Lishu and forcing an incredibly strained smile. "You must come with me. NOW," he orders, his voice carrying a sense of urgency, while also giving the impression he's trying to keep the situation... lighthearted.
*Lishu follows Alastor, curious about what's happening that's making Alastor antsy. Lishu worries if he's being a bother and getting in Alastor's way with something.*
Once they're alone in a secluded area, Alastor slams his cane on the ground, the concrete beneath it starting to crack and shimmer with green magic. From this green magic emerges none other than Roo.
"...Roo. I require your... assistance," Alastor grits out, his ears pinning down in clear displeasure for having to ask for her help. She laughs.
"Oh, Allie baby, you really are a clueless lil thing, ain't ya? Let me spell it out for ya, cutie: I ain't grantin' any favors. At least... not for free," she whispers, her smirk turning devilish once more as she gazes at Alastor. "I'm thinkin'... maybe I'll cut those adorable ears off for ya, just to watch 'em grow back~" she taunts. Has she... done such vile things to him before? Yikes... No wonder he reacts with such visceral revulsion upon just hearing her name.
"Lay a finger on my beloved and I'll run my blade through you as many times as it takes. You will not harm by sweet Ali on my watch."
"Aww, how cute~. One of my many pussy fruit thinks it can stop me from doin' what I want to my pet? Darlin', you ain't seen nothin' yet. Allie, come." Alastor approaches at her command, clutching tightly onto his cane. "Mm, why should I help ya? You ain't exactly my most obedient pet."
Alastor clutches tightly into his chest, seemingly trying to convey honesty and promise. "I will compensate you adequately with enough of my suffering for you to feast upon for years, ma'am. That, I promise."
Roo chuckles, leaning back against the wall. "Well then, hand 'em over." Alastor hesitates, but reluctantly extends his hand toward her. Roo's grin widens and she turns to Lishu. "Do anythin' and I'll slit his throat right in front of ya. Understand?" She can, too. She has power over all demonkind. Including whether they live or die. And to top it all off, she can't truly be killed as long as evil still exists.
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
Husk was obviously confused, what was she even running from? He needed a moment to think. "What? Can you calm down miss and tell me what's going on? Who is going to kill you?" He can't provide help if he doesn't know what he's dealing with here.
"I-I can't- I can't-! FUCK! NO! NO, PLEASE! NO! STOP!" the woman collapses to the ground, seeming like she's fighting against some unseen force. But since Husk is affiliated with the demon in question himself, he's also able to see an eerie familiar shadow lurking mere feet away. Well, that explains... a lot.
Husk now trailing his eyes at the shadow let out a soft long drawn sigh. "Al... What are you doing? Where are you?" He called out, knowing full well who it was now.
Alastor steps out of his shadow, meaning he wasn't there originally, but was summoned by Husk calling for him. A common way overlords can communicate with their thralls is to heed their summons, after all. "What now?" he asks calmly, before his eyes land on the corpse of the woman. "Oh my. Did you stumble upon this gorey sight, Husk? Or did you... witness it happen?" In Smile, if you witness the suicide, the demon will induce hallucinations and pure terror for about a week before you succumb and end up killing yourself the same way, spreading it to yet another host. So it's important that Alastor knows whether or not he has to try and reverse the curse or not.
Husk raising a suspicious eyebrow at him yet still figured it was better he was honest to Alastor. "I saw it happen." He said flat out like it wasn't a problem but this means Alastor had to try to reverse it if he didn't want Husk to be the next victim. "What about it?"
"Oh? Well, congratulations, my dear! You have seven days, give or take, to live!" Alastor exclaims. Despite his admittedly not terrible intentions in saying it, though, that sentence was VERY poorly worded. It just sounds like he doesn't intend to help.
"What?" He was clearly distressed about this, the wording didn't help on his shock. "So wait, what do i do?" His tone clearly panicked because... Why wouldn't it be? He still had something to live for.
Alastor cocked an eyebrow. "My advice? Lock yourself in a padded room for the rest of your existence, of course!" Alastor explains semi-cheerfully. In truth, he's mentally weighing his options. To reverse the curse as a whole, it'll likely require... going through Roo. And as one might imagine, he isn't exactly keen on the idea of confronting the owner of his soul.
Husk snarled, he was obviously not happy at all with that response. "You gotta be joking, that can't be the only way to get out of this alive."
Alastor's eyes narrow in clear displeasure, though he makes no move to become violent... yet. "You do have a nasty habit of acting as though you would rather be dead than chained to me. Perhaps I should give you exactly what you desire," he threatens. He knows he's being cruel, but in truth? He's probably terrified. Most sinners whose souls are owned by another aren't treated very kindly, if kindly at all. Alastor is no exception. He isn't certain his pride could handle being brought so low, so helpless in front of one of his thralls. And while, yes, Alastor is making efforts to be kinder, at the end of the day, he will still try to cling to whatever makes him feel powerful, even when his only real option is to be powerless.
Sighing, he turns away, mentally debating with himself over Husk's fate, before luckily giving in. "...Let me make one thing perfectly clear, darling: you are not to speak a word of what you see in these next moments, not even to your beloved Angel Dust. If I hear otherwise, I will teach you the meaning of 'blood eagle'... personally." The blood eagle is a medieval torture form where someone's ribs are exposed and bent backwards to be akin to angel wings. Yikes! But well, all things considered, this is as much mercy as Alastor will ever truly give.
Husk's ears pinned down, his instincts kicking in alongside his fear, he knew that wasn't something he should challenge Alastor in obviously and nodded in understanding. "Yes, sir... Understood. I won't say a word to anyone about this. I swear." He was most likely going to obey this time.
Alastor slams his cane on the floor, and a circle spreads out from it, glowing green on the ground as a sigil sprawls within it. From it emerges none other than the owner of his soul, Roo. She looks displeased, eyes narrowed. "This better be fuckin' good, Bambi. I was in the middle of somethin'."
Roo's expression morphs into a smirk. "Ah-ah-ah, pet~. What's in it for me, hm? You know my favors don't come for free," she croons, pinching his cheek condescendingly. She turns to Husk, raising an eyebrow. "Didja bring me a cute lil feline sacrifice?"
Instantly, Alastor's posture turns rigid, and his ears pin down. His smile never wavers, but his eyes say it all: he's scared of her. And one can only imagine how she must act to accomplish that feat. "M-Ma'am. I... require your assistance," he speaks, keeping his voice measured and soft, as though even a slight change in tone would be enough to provoke Roo.
Alastor shakes his head. "No, no. Rather, he is the one I require assistance on the behalf of," Alastor explains. His tone becomes more of a plea as he gazes down at Roo. "That curse I cast to obtain more souls, more powerβ he had been affected. Please. He is mine, I will not allow him to die so easily." Ah, of course. Can't have it sounding like he cares, now can he? At least not to Roo. That's a weakness, after all, something Roo can use to threaten and hold power over him.
"Hmmm... Very well, then, Doll~. But you know the rules, hm? Quid pro quo, and I take payment in the form of suffering. Hand 'em over," Roo orders. Sinners are practically unbreakable, after all, making him essentially a subject of neverending torture whenever she wishes to do so. Alastor flinches, but reluctantly extends his hand to her. Without a single word, Roo grasps onto the deer's fingers, snapping them backwards with a sickening CRUNCH! Alastor wrenches his eyes closed and stifles a gasp of pain, but doesn't dare pull his hand away from her. He has to suffer whatever amount she deems "adequate" payment, after all. Odds are high that she does this often in exchange for any help Alastor may require. No wonder he's such a jackass.
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
*Lishu approaches the sinner and places his hand on her shoulder.*
"I'm here. What seems to be the problem? Are you cursed? Are you being targetted by someone? What's happening?"
Just before the woman could answer, suddenly, she collapses, screaming "No!" and "Stop!", among other things, seemingly fighting against some unseen force. Is she, like... schizophrenic or something?
"Ma'am? Ma'am!" *Lishu tries to get her attention, but it's no use. His words can't seem to reach her anymore. Lishu tries to sense the air for any form of demon activity and yet for some reason, he's not picking up anything. Strange. He decides to try and help her up and bring her to a hospital.* "Come on. let's take you to a medical professional."
Before Lishu can help her, suddenly, her screams silence, and an eerie, familiar smile dons her face. She stands up slowly, picking up a shard of broken glass... and slits her throat right in front of Lishu, still smiling as she once again falls to the ground, this time never to rise again.
*Lishu was left shocked and disturbed by what just happened. He was extremely confused. What kind of illusions was this woman haunted by that it would drive her to take her own life like this? He sighs and closes her eyes. He checks the body for any form of identification, just to know who she was before he can send her soul to rest.*
Not only is there no identification on the corpse, but... there seems to be no soul either. As though someone had gotten to her soul first... And just nearby, Lishu can see a very familiar shadow lurking, watching the scene with a wide grin.
*Lishu looks at the lurking shadow. He could almost recognize it, but it was too far away to be sure. He gets up and moves closer towards the shadow to get a better look at it.*
Sure enough, it's Alastor's shadow! The shadow waves as though Alastor isn't responsible for a gruesome, horrific suicide. Yikes...
"Oh. It's just you, Ali. is there something you need from me? Food? Water? More head pats?"
Alastor steps out of his shadow, summoned by his beloved saying his name. He tilts his head. "What about me?" he asks, and then his eyes land on the gruesome sight before them. Namely, the fact that the corpse is still smiling. "Oh my... Please tell me you simply stumbled on this unfortunate young lady instead of witnessing it." Oh?
"I happened upon the lady. She begged me for help before going into a panic for some reason before killing herself with a warped smile. WHy do you ask?"
"...Damn my desire for freedom," he curses under his breath, turning to Lishu and forcing an incredibly strained smile. "You must come with me. NOW," he orders, his voice carrying a sense of urgency, while also giving the impression he's trying to keep the situation... lighthearted.
*Lishu follows Alastor, curious about what's happening that's making Alastor antsy. Lishu worries if he's being a bother and getting in Alastor's way with something.*
Once they're alone in a secluded area, Alastor slams his cane on the ground, the concrete beneath it starting to crack and shimmer with green magic. From this green magic emerges none other than Roo.
"...Roo. I require your... assistance," Alastor grits out, his ears pinning down in clear displeasure for having to ask for her help. She laughs.
"Oh, Allie baby, you really are a clueless lil thing, ain't ya? Let me spell it out for ya, cutie: I ain't grantin' any favors. At least... not for free," she whispers, her smirk turning devilish once more as she gazes at Alastor. "I'm thinkin'... maybe I'll cut those adorable ears off for ya, just to watch 'em grow back~" she taunts. Has she... done such vile things to him before? Yikes... No wonder he reacts with such visceral revulsion upon just hearing her name.
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
Husk was obviously confused, what was she even running from? He needed a moment to think. "What? Can you calm down miss and tell me what's going on? Who is going to kill you?" He can't provide help if he doesn't know what he's dealing with here.
"I-I can't- I can't-! FUCK! NO! NO, PLEASE! NO! STOP!" the woman collapses to the ground, seeming like she's fighting against some unseen force. But since Husk is affiliated with the demon in question himself, he's also able to see an eerie familiar shadow lurking mere feet away. Well, that explains... a lot.
Husk now trailing his eyes at the shadow let out a soft long drawn sigh. "Al... What are you doing? Where are you?" He called out, knowing full well who it was now.
Alastor steps out of his shadow, meaning he wasn't there originally, but was summoned by Husk calling for him. A common way overlords can communicate with their thralls is to heed their summons, after all. "What now?" he asks calmly, before his eyes land on the corpse of the woman. "Oh my. Did you stumble upon this gorey sight, Husk? Or did you... witness it happen?" In Smile, if you witness the suicide, the demon will induce hallucinations and pure terror for about a week before you succumb and end up killing yourself the same way, spreading it to yet another host. So it's important that Alastor knows whether or not he has to try and reverse the curse or not.
Husk raising a suspicious eyebrow at him yet still figured it was better he was honest to Alastor. "I saw it happen." He said flat out like it wasn't a problem but this means Alastor had to try to reverse it if he didn't want Husk to be the next victim. "What about it?"
"Oh? Well, congratulations, my dear! You have seven days, give or take, to live!" Alastor exclaims. Despite his admittedly not terrible intentions in saying it, though, that sentence was VERY poorly worded. It just sounds like he doesn't intend to help.
"What?" He was clearly distressed about this, the wording didn't help on his shock. "So wait, what do i do?" His tone clearly panicked because... Why wouldn't it be? He still had something to live for.
Alastor cocked an eyebrow. "My advice? Lock yourself in a padded room for the rest of your existence, of course!" Alastor explains semi-cheerfully. In truth, he's mentally weighing his options. To reverse the curse as a whole, it'll likely require... going through Roo. And as one might imagine, he isn't exactly keen on the idea of confronting the owner of his soul.
Husk snarled, he was obviously not happy at all with that response. "You gotta be joking, that can't be the only way to get out of this alive."
Alastor's eyes narrow in clear displeasure, though he makes no move to become violent... yet. "You do have a nasty habit of acting as though you would rather be dead than chained to me. Perhaps I should give you exactly what you desire," he threatens. He knows he's being cruel, but in truth? He's probably terrified. Most sinners whose souls are owned by another aren't treated very kindly, if kindly at all. Alastor is no exception. He isn't certain his pride could handle being brought so low, so helpless in front of one of his thralls. And while, yes, Alastor is making efforts to be kinder, at the end of the day, he will still try to cling to whatever makes him feel powerful, even when his only real option is to be powerless.
Sighing, he turns away, mentally debating with himself over Husk's fate, before luckily giving in. "...Let me make one thing perfectly clear, darling: you are not to speak a word of what you see in these next moments, not even to your beloved Angel Dust. If I hear otherwise, I will teach you the meaning of 'blood eagle'... personally." The blood eagle is a medieval torture form where someone's ribs are exposed and bent backwards to be akin to angel wings. Yikes! But well, all things considered, this is as much mercy as Alastor will ever truly give.
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
(Tags! Feel free to interact or ignore!)
@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
Husk was obviously confused, what was she even running from? He needed a moment to think. "What? Can you calm down miss and tell me what's going on? Who is going to kill you?" He can't provide help if he doesn't know what he's dealing with here.
"I-I can't- I can't-! FUCK! NO! NO, PLEASE! NO! STOP!" the woman collapses to the ground, seeming like she's fighting against some unseen force. But since Husk is affiliated with the demon in question himself, he's also able to see an eerie familiar shadow lurking mere feet away. Well, that explains... a lot.
Husk now trailing his eyes at the shadow let out a soft long drawn sigh. "Al... What are you doing? Where are you?" He called out, knowing full well who it was now.
Alastor steps out of his shadow, meaning he wasn't there originally, but was summoned by Husk calling for him. A common way overlords can communicate with their thralls is to heed their summons, after all. "What now?" he asks calmly, before his eyes land on the corpse of the woman. "Oh my. Did you stumble upon this gorey sight, Husk? Or did you... witness it happen?" In Smile, if you witness the suicide, the demon will induce hallucinations and pure terror for about a week before you succumb and end up killing yourself the same way, spreading it to yet another host. So it's important that Alastor knows whether or not he has to try and reverse the curse or not.
Husk raising a suspicious eyebrow at him yet still figured it was better he was honest to Alastor. "I saw it happen." He said flat out like it wasn't a problem but this means Alastor had to try to reverse it if he didn't want Husk to be the next victim. "What about it?"
"Oh? Well, congratulations, my dear! You have seven days, give or take, to live!" Alastor exclaims. Despite his admittedly not terrible intentions in saying it, though, that sentence was VERY poorly worded. It just sounds like he doesn't intend to help.
"What?" He was clearly distressed about this, the wording didn't help on his shock. "So wait, what do i do?" His tone clearly panicked because... Why wouldn't it be? He still had something to live for.
Alastor cocked an eyebrow. "My advice? Lock yourself in a padded room for the rest of your existence, of course!" Alastor explains semi-cheerfully. In truth, he's mentally weighing his options. To reverse the curse as a whole, it'll likely require... going through Roo. And as one might imagine, he isn't exactly keen on the idea of confronting the owner of his soul.
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
(Tags! Feel free to interact or ignore!)
@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
*Lishu approaches the sinner and places his hand on her shoulder.*
"I'm here. What seems to be the problem? Are you cursed? Are you being targetted by someone? What's happening?"
Just before the woman could answer, suddenly, she collapses, screaming "No!" and "Stop!", among other things, seemingly fighting against some unseen force. Is she, like... schizophrenic or something?
"Ma'am? Ma'am!" *Lishu tries to get her attention, but it's no use. His words can't seem to reach her anymore. Lishu tries to sense the air for any form of demon activity and yet for some reason, he's not picking up anything. Strange. He decides to try and help her up and bring her to a hospital.* "Come on. let's take you to a medical professional."
Before Lishu can help her, suddenly, her screams silence, and an eerie, familiar smile dons her face. She stands up slowly, picking up a shard of broken glass... and slits her throat right in front of Lishu, still smiling as she once again falls to the ground, this time never to rise again.
*Lishu was left shocked and disturbed by what just happened. He was extremely confused. What kind of illusions was this woman haunted by that it would drive her to take her own life like this? He sighs and closes her eyes. He checks the body for any form of identification, just to know who she was before he can send her soul to rest.*
Not only is there no identification on the corpse, but... there seems to be no soul either. As though someone had gotten to her soul first... And just nearby, Lishu can see a very familiar shadow lurking, watching the scene with a wide grin.
*Lishu looks at the lurking shadow. He could almost recognize it, but it was too far away to be sure. He gets up and moves closer towards the shadow to get a better look at it.*
Sure enough, it's Alastor's shadow! The shadow waves as though Alastor isn't responsible for a gruesome, horrific suicide. Yikes...
"Oh. It's just you, Ali. is there something you need from me? Food? Water? More head pats?"
Alastor steps out of his shadow, summoned by his beloved saying his name. He tilts his head. "What about me?" he asks, and then his eyes land on the gruesome sight before them. Namely, the fact that the corpse is still smiling. "Oh my... Please tell me you simply stumbled on this unfortunate young lady instead of witnessing it." Oh?
"I happened upon the lady. She begged me for help before going into a panic for some reason before killing herself with a warped smile. WHy do you ask?"
"...Damn my desire for freedom," he curses under his breath, turning to Lishu and forcing an incredibly strained smile. "You must come with me. NOW," he orders, his voice carrying a sense of urgency, while also giving the impression he's trying to keep the situation... lighthearted.
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
Husk was obviously confused, what was she even running from? He needed a moment to think. "What? Can you calm down miss and tell me what's going on? Who is going to kill you?" He can't provide help if he doesn't know what he's dealing with here.
"I-I can't- I can't-! FUCK! NO! NO, PLEASE! NO! STOP!" the woman collapses to the ground, seeming like she's fighting against some unseen force. But since Husk is affiliated with the demon in question himself, he's also able to see an eerie familiar shadow lurking mere feet away. Well, that explains... a lot.
Husk now trailing his eyes at the shadow let out a soft long drawn sigh. "Al... What are you doing? Where are you?" He called out, knowing full well who it was now.
Alastor steps out of his shadow, meaning he wasn't there originally, but was summoned by Husk calling for him. A common way overlords can communicate with their thralls is to heed their summons, after all. "What now?" he asks calmly, before his eyes land on the corpse of the woman. "Oh my. Did you stumble upon this gorey sight, Husk? Or did you... witness it happen?" In Smile, if you witness the suicide, the demon will induce hallucinations and pure terror for about a week before you succumb and end up killing yourself the same way, spreading it to yet another host. So it's important that Alastor knows whether or not he has to try and reverse the curse or not.
Husk raising a suspicious eyebrow at him yet still figured it was better he was honest to Alastor. "I saw it happen." He said flat out like it wasn't a problem but this means Alastor had to try to reverse it if he didn't want Husk to be the next victim. "What about it?"
"Oh? Well, congratulations, my dear! You have seven days, give or take, to live!" Alastor exclaims. Despite his admittedly not terrible intentions in saying it, though, that sentence was VERY poorly worded. It just sounds like he doesn't intend to help.
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
*Lishu approaches the sinner and places his hand on her shoulder.*
"I'm here. What seems to be the problem? Are you cursed? Are you being targetted by someone? What's happening?"
Just before the woman could answer, suddenly, she collapses, screaming "No!" and "Stop!", among other things, seemingly fighting against some unseen force. Is she, like... schizophrenic or something?
"Ma'am? Ma'am!" *Lishu tries to get her attention, but it's no use. His words can't seem to reach her anymore. Lishu tries to sense the air for any form of demon activity and yet for some reason, he's not picking up anything. Strange. He decides to try and help her up and bring her to a hospital.* "Come on. let's take you to a medical professional."
Before Lishu can help her, suddenly, her screams silence, and an eerie, familiar smile dons her face. She stands up slowly, picking up a shard of broken glass... and slits her throat right in front of Lishu, still smiling as she once again falls to the ground, this time never to rise again.
*Lishu was left shocked and disturbed by what just happened. He was extremely confused. What kind of illusions was this woman haunted by that it would drive her to take her own life like this? He sighs and closes her eyes. He checks the body for any form of identification, just to know who she was before he can send her soul to rest.*
Not only is there no identification on the corpse, but... there seems to be no soul either. As though someone had gotten to her soul first... And just nearby, Lishu can see a very familiar shadow lurking, watching the scene with a wide grin.
*Lishu looks at the lurking shadow. He could almost recognize it, but it was too far away to be sure. He gets up and moves closer towards the shadow to get a better look at it.*
Sure enough, it's Alastor's shadow! The shadow waves as though Alastor isn't responsible for a gruesome, horrific suicide. Yikes...
"Oh. It's just you, Ali. is there something you need from me? Food? Water? More head pats?"
Alastor steps out of his shadow, summoned by his beloved saying his name. He tilts his head. "What about me?" he asks, and then his eyes land on the gruesome sight before them. Namely, the fact that the corpse is still smiling. "Oh my... Please tell me you simply stumbled on this unfortunate young lady instead of witnessing it." Oh?
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
Husk was obviously confused, what was she even running from? He needed a moment to think. "What? Can you calm down miss and tell me what's going on? Who is going to kill you?" He can't provide help if he doesn't know what he's dealing with here.
"I-I can't- I can't-! FUCK! NO! NO, PLEASE! NO! STOP!" the woman collapses to the ground, seeming like she's fighting against some unseen force. But since Husk is affiliated with the demon in question himself, he's also able to see an eerie familiar shadow lurking mere feet away. Well, that explains... a lot.
Husk now trailing his eyes at the shadow let out a soft long drawn sigh. "Al... What are you doing? Where are you?" He called out, knowing full well who it was now.
Alastor steps out of his shadow, meaning he wasn't there originally, but was summoned by Husk calling for him. A common way overlords can communicate with their thralls is to heed their summons, after all. "What now?" he asks calmly, before his eyes land on the corpse of the woman. "Oh my. Did you stumble upon this gorey sight, Husk? Or did you... witness it happen?" In Smile, if you witness the suicide, the demon will induce hallucinations and pure terror for about a week before you succumb and end up killing yourself the same way, spreading it to yet another host. So it's important that Alastor knows whether or not he has to try and reverse the curse or not.
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
*Lishu approaches the sinner and places his hand on her shoulder.*
"I'm here. What seems to be the problem? Are you cursed? Are you being targetted by someone? What's happening?"
Just before the woman could answer, suddenly, she collapses, screaming "No!" and "Stop!", among other things, seemingly fighting against some unseen force. Is she, like... schizophrenic or something?
"Ma'am? Ma'am!" *Lishu tries to get her attention, but it's no use. His words can't seem to reach her anymore. Lishu tries to sense the air for any form of demon activity and yet for some reason, he's not picking up anything. Strange. He decides to try and help her up and bring her to a hospital.* "Come on. let's take you to a medical professional."
Before Lishu can help her, suddenly, her screams silence, and an eerie, familiar smile dons her face. She stands up slowly, picking up a shard of broken glass... and slits her throat right in front of Lishu, still smiling as she once again falls to the ground, this time never to rise again.
*Lishu was left shocked and disturbed by what just happened. He was extremely confused. What kind of illusions was this woman haunted by that it would drive her to take her own life like this? He sighs and closes her eyes. He checks the body for any form of identification, just to know who she was before he can send her soul to rest.*
Not only is there no identification on the corpse, but... there seems to be no soul either. As though someone had gotten to her soul first... And just nearby, Lishu can see a very familiar shadow lurking, watching the scene with a wide grin.
*Lishu looks at the lurking shadow. He could almost recognize it, but it was too far away to be sure. He gets up and moves closer towards the shadow to get a better look at it.*
Sure enough, it's Alastor's shadow! The shadow waves as though Alastor isn't responsible for a gruesome, horrific suicide. Yikes...
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
*Lishu approaches the sinner and places his hand on her shoulder.*
"I'm here. What seems to be the problem? Are you cursed? Are you being targetted by someone? What's happening?"
Just before the woman could answer, suddenly, she collapses, screaming "No!" and "Stop!", among other things, seemingly fighting against some unseen force. Is she, like... schizophrenic or something?
"Ma'am? Ma'am!" *Lishu tries to get her attention, but it's no use. His words can't seem to reach her anymore. Lishu tries to sense the air for any form of demon activity and yet for some reason, he's not picking up anything. Strange. He decides to try and help her up and bring her to a hospital.* "Come on. let's take you to a medical professional."
Before Lishu can help her, suddenly, her screams silence, and an eerie, familiar smile dons her face. She stands up slowly, picking up a shard of broken glass... and slits her throat right in front of Lishu, still smiling as she once again falls to the ground, this time never to rise again.
*Lishu was left shocked and disturbed by what just happened. He was extremely confused. What kind of illusions was this woman haunted by that it would drive her to take her own life like this? He sighs and closes her eyes. He checks the body for any form of identification, just to know who she was before he can send her soul to rest.*
Not only is there no identification on the corpse, but... there seems to be no soul either. As though someone had gotten to her soul first... And just nearby, Lishu can see a very familiar shadow lurking, watching the scene with a wide grin.
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
*Lishu approaches the sinner and places his hand on her shoulder.*
"I'm here. What seems to be the problem? Are you cursed? Are you being targetted by someone? What's happening?"
Just before the woman could answer, suddenly, she collapses, screaming "No!" and "Stop!", among other things, seemingly fighting against some unseen force. Is she, like... schizophrenic or something?
"Ma'am? Ma'am!" *Lishu tries to get her attention, but it's no use. His words can't seem to reach her anymore. Lishu tries to sense the air for any form of demon activity and yet for some reason, he's not picking up anything. Strange. He decides to try and help her up and bring her to a hospital.* "Come on. let's take you to a medical professional."
Before Lishu can help her, suddenly, her screams silence, and an eerie, familiar smile dons her face. She stands up slowly, picking up a shard of broken glass... and slits her throat right in front of Lishu, still smiling as she once again falls to the ground, this time never to rise again.
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
Husk was obviously confused, what was she even running from? He needed a moment to think. "What? Can you calm down miss and tell me what's going on? Who is going to kill you?" He can't provide help if he doesn't know what he's dealing with here.
"I-I can't- I can't-! FUCK! NO! NO, PLEASE! NO! STOP!" the woman collapses to the ground, seeming like she's fighting against some unseen force. But since Husk is affiliated with the demon in question himself, he's also able to see an eerie familiar shadow lurking mere feet away. Well, that explains... a lot.
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
*Lishu approaches the sinner and places his hand on her shoulder.*
"I'm here. What seems to be the problem? Are you cursed? Are you being targetted by someone? What's happening?"
Just before the woman could answer, suddenly, she collapses, screaming "No!" and "Stop!", among other things, seemingly fighting against some unseen force. Is she, like... schizophrenic or something?
Event: Slashers (Smile)
TW: This event WILL contain graphic writings of suicide and mental health topics!!! Please interact at your own risk!!
Some sort of plague, disease, a blight of the mind was spreading. Every day, a new headline. "Woman jumps in front of train", "Man jumps off building", "Girl puts gun in mouth, pulls trigger in front of crowd", the list went on.
But one thing remained the same: the victim always died with a wide, unnatural smile.
And now? You would be forced to confront that terror too, as a disheveled, terrified sinner ran up to you, her hair and mess with dark bags underneath her eyes. She desperately shook you, pleading for assistance you couldn't provide. "Help me! Please fucking help me, he's gonna kill me!" she sobbed. And yet... you couldn't see anything coming. Or anyone. She was... fine.
What will you do?
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@unknown-ultimates @bartender-husk
Happy Ace Week! For a long time I debated if I wanted to post this old comic of mine on tumblr. I was never really sure. But now that it's ace week it feels appropriate and I'm feeling brave. I hope you like it π (Reblog Friendly)
It's inescapable.
Happy Ace Week (I didn't even realize it was here-)!! Aspec mod and aspec character! Hooray! Can confirm it often feels like this. </3
