#horrorsight

[vehemourn]

HORRORSIGHT

[bashfullygreen]

“Ah yes, me, my boyfriend, and his huge bao plushie.” @horrorsight​ 

[moonbeam-power]

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Making your way around the spiral shape that was known as the downtown area would have been difficult enough by itself. All Kelechi had was a basic map app and a hectic train schedule to guide her to her destination. Unfortunately, she just had to have been brought to the terrible city during a cataclysmic event, leaving most of the populace in a state of mass panic.

Said event was the primary reason she was in this ward. In Fibronacci, the gravity would either pin people in place or threaten to lift them straight out of the city. It was only reasonable to head deeper into the canyon, where even if she was swept away, she’d hit a walkway one floor up instead of potentially falling several stories.

She had only made it about ten meters down before the surrounding gravity was exerting more force on her. Whenever that happened, the best thing to do seemed to be waiting it out, rather then trying to fight against it. Unfortunately, about seven feet away, a rather tall man seemed to be struggling against the earth’s pull.

A thought occurred to her, she could use her own gravity powers to help him. Of course, that would be useless if the gravity inverted itself, not to mention she could only do it once. What if she needed it later?

“Hey! Excuse me, but are you alright over there? Need an assist or anything?”

[juumonshield]

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 “There isn’t much activity these days, perhaps ....its like the calm before the storm, as they say.” he’s someone who is very concerned about the state of things, even if they don’t appear to be so. 

“This coffee is delicious.” he switches topic to his current seatmate. 

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Zombies and ghosts. What kind of horror did he climb into? A cheap science fiction thriller? Pembroke huffed. Stomach already ache, head already foggy, already lost his shirt and boots, the belt hitched around his too baggy jeans had snapped. The damn dog was out. When? He couldn’t say bit considering how his stomach felt...

The spirits he didn’t see. He didn’t see the ones flying overhead. He did however, hear one screech. Reminiscent to his nightmares, Pembroke’s head snapped up and his aching stomach forgotten. The second he looked over, he had a full face of something translucent, straight from the halloween store and it swept through him. For a moment, the Irishman just stared blankly.

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     The silence before his final answer spoke volumes. While he sounded convincing with his answer she wasn’t quite sure she believed him. She believed everyone wanted something, even if it was just in the moment. For example, right now she was craving a drink and something greasy and extremely unhealthy for her. But she also had many underlying wants that would remain buried.

          “Well, sounds like ya have everythin’ ya want. Didn’t think it was possible but good to know,” she spoke coolly, eyes remaining trained on him, “anyway, I’m kinda new in this place. Anythin’ I should really know about the city?” She asked curiously, hoping he could clear up some of her answers without her having to pry them out.

[isolaradiale]

I wasn't sure if this question was already answered but when a ghost possesses a body do they still keep those ghostly powers? Like in the ghost movies how they are still able to throw things without touching etc?

Sure, why not! They can only pick up things about the size and weight of the average coffee table, though.

-- mod spica

[delxeo]

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his anxiety has only gotten worse since arriving; he has faint memories of the city, but they feel distant and serve as no comfort. despite this, the only sign of his nervousness is his trembling hands and he slides them into his pockets with ease. knowing full well what’ll help him, Benji looks around from his spot on the sidewalk.

“Hey,” he calls, hailing a passerby,

“--you know of any good bars around here?”