#event: splicesome

[convictedfeathers]

It started as a simple coughing fit, but as it progressed the burning sensation in his gut began rising up. Simon grabbed his - or Rosa’s - throat, hacking up a storm as he felt whatever rose get caught in it. Whatever it was, it burned. It felt like he just drank a glass of molten lava. After much struggling, he spat the thing out. Turns out “it” was a flaming ball of fire. Ah, of course. We all cough those up from time to time, right?

The fire he spat out collided with a trash can in a fiery explosion, startling not only the citizens around him but himself as well. As its remains burned, he just stared at the wreckage completely dumbfounded.

“...Spitting fire...Sure, why the fuck not, right?”

[mogequeen]

Funhouse Mirror

“Everyone’s acting so weeeeeird. Hey hey, why are all of Moge-ko’s toys brokeeeen? Are the ydefective? Moge-ko’s confused.”

The girl said as she walked through the streets. Everyone really was acting odd. More fighting, people screaming about hair color, it was all different than normal. It reminded her of the castle honestly. but she didn;t care about that. All that really mattered was her toys were defective, and it was too noisy to take a nap.

“Hmmmm, Moge-ko’s gettin peeeeeved. Hey, you!” she yelled at a nearby male. “What’s goin oooon? Moge-ko’s reaaaaally annoyed, so tell her quick!”

[mogequeen]

“hm. Hmmmm. Moge-ko thinks something’s weeeeeird.”

She had been all over the city the last few days. She had murderedmet many people during this time. Of course, being the oblivious monster she was, she had not noticed anything particularly anything odd. Even now, she only just barely noticed. Her entire appearance had changed, collecting bits of all the creatures she had met.

“Hm. Weeeell, Moge-ko doesn’t care aaaanyway1 She’s just gonna play a whooole lot more!”

[aladhra]

sanguinetactics​

     [ 練 ] It’s a disease with no obvious symptoms. The prince notices nothing of it, has no awareness of its existence, and carries about his way with no particular rhyme or reason, except maybe to look into a job, considering his sparse food cabinet. Really, right now, his stomach speaks for him, and he’s looking for the best discounted food, walking about in search of perhaps a small cart with cheap items, or anything of the like.

     But his food search ends quickly at the shove from an unexpected attack, and the young man finds himself pinned to the ground by -- a person? It felt more like a rabid animal than anything else, and everything about this creature looked less like a human than it did some bestial thing with a hooded coat, and he can barely make out its visage in the shade of its cloak. Hand-to-hand combat never fully suited him, and he hardly get a control of this monster from his position, his spear all too far when he’s unable to wriggle out of the grip.

     “What--the hell--are you--!!”

[cloudedblades]

ikemenisogai

Hey, if it wasn’t the District Epsilon kid. What was his name again? or, right Isogai. Cloud wondered if he’d ever actually found a place to work out...

Of course, the middle of a shape-shift-inducing viral outbreak wasn’t really the best time to catch up. especially since it tended to shift more than just body parts.

“What are you doing out here?” Cloud demanded, from a - relatively - safe distance. So far, the virus didn’t seem to swap people who stayed far enough away from each other. Not as far as Cloud knew, at least. 

[personarf-blog]

foolleader

[While the city was currently in a state of panic, Koromaru had kept his wits intact. He knew that freaking out would only cause more trouble. He wouldn’t be able to help if he got sucked into the same feelings governing the majority at the moment.]

[The city smelled of chaos, fires here and there, blood in other places... His nose twitched as he made a low whining noise. His sense of smell was the best thing he had to go by, and all these nasty scents were getting in the way. He ran, looking for something to latch onto through the chaos.]

[And then he smelled it. A familiar scent, so very familiar. He quickly caught on, running towards it. It was pleasant, much more than the city’s current smell. He ran and ran, until finally finding the source and sticking his nose as close as he could to them, vigorously rubbing his nose over them.]

[personarf-blog]

truemansamejima

[The city was in chaos. Everyone yelling about this disease, with people indiscriminately attacking those who were thought of harboring the illness. This wasn’t okay. Koromaru could only do so much as a dog.]

[Still, he tried his best to keep people at bay. If worst came to worst, he could call on Cerberus. Until then, he had only his canine appendages to help him through.]

[The chaos was a bit infectious in and of itself, however. With all that was going on, Koromaru had no idea who friend or foe was. Anyone loud and making a ruckus would be subject to his bite. Even a redheaded manly demon (who may or may not look like himself) who was probably doing his best to help people out.]

[timebombjokester-blog]

Not Waving, But... || sinisternocturne

sinisternocturne

The news about the strange things happening to people around the city sounded like a rumor at first -- Asha had overheard some passersby near the apartment talking about it as they hurried out of Sector oo6, not even stopping to make sure they weren’t about to collide with each other. Moments later, Asha was pretty sure she saw a woman’s bleached-blonde hair start to appear on the man with whom she was fleeing.

It was in that moment that Asha knew something was indeed very, very wrong. If it really were a disease, she wanted to avoid it at all costs--who knew what it would do to her? Maybe it was even one of those loathsome issues that ended up spreading through the air.

Regardless, she had to take cover from this. Even if it meant limiting herself to her room for a few days, she didn’t want any part of it.

She wanted to keep her distance from absolutely everybody until she got back to the confines of her room, but apparently fate didn’t have that in mind. There was a reasonably attractive but alarmingly pale man in her path. Just in case, she started veering left, trying to maintain some distance but figure out what the whole situation was. She stopped in her tracks.

“Okay sir, which direction are you headed in?” she asked.