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Like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul - I'll share the trap that you have me in.
[For whatever reason, it seems tonight isn't a particularly good night.
It's difficult to say what's changed, but it's obvious that something has; there's a heavy feeling in the air, strange and suffocating and restless, sending pinpricks across your skin and down your spine. The feeling that comes when you're ascending stairs from a darkened lower floor and that unwanted voice at the back your mind kicks in and starts yelling halfway up, urging you to run, because even though you know that logically there's nothing there, your lizard brain has decided that there might be and that's more than enough to start screaming.
It's a nasty feeling. It's just hard to say why it's there.
Those patrolling tonight or otherwise out on the first floor after nighttime hits will have it particularly bad; the darkness isn't particularly pleasant on most nights, especially now that everyone knows a few new things about what our shadowfriend down in the pit is capable of, but everything seems volatile tonight. Thick and heady and almost writhing, tension-wise. The dorm rooms are safe, but the rest of the floor...well.
The rest of the floor will finally be seeing what the dead tried to warn them about.
It's mostly collected near the foyer, around that large clock in the center; it looks strange at first, but like something you need to stare at to really perceive – nondescript shadows on the walls and floor where there's nothing to cast them. But eventually...eventually they seem to get bolder. Moving.
And if one were to look hard enough – because it is very, very hard to see – there's very definitely a shape to imply that there's something there. Physically present. In the room with you.
...It's going to be a bad night.]
It's difficult to say what's changed, but it's obvious that something has; there's a heavy feeling in the air, strange and suffocating and restless, sending pinpricks across your skin and down your spine. The feeling that comes when you're ascending stairs from a darkened lower floor and that unwanted voice at the back your mind kicks in and starts yelling halfway up, urging you to run, because even though you know that logically there's nothing there, your lizard brain has decided that there might be and that's more than enough to start screaming.
It's a nasty feeling. It's just hard to say why it's there.
Those patrolling tonight or otherwise out on the first floor after nighttime hits will have it particularly bad; the darkness isn't particularly pleasant on most nights, especially now that everyone knows a few new things about what our shadowfriend down in the pit is capable of, but everything seems volatile tonight. Thick and heady and almost writhing, tension-wise. The dorm rooms are safe, but the rest of the floor...well.
The rest of the floor will finally be seeing what the dead tried to warn them about.
It's mostly collected near the foyer, around that large clock in the center; it looks strange at first, but like something you need to stare at to really perceive – nondescript shadows on the walls and floor where there's nothing to cast them. But eventually...eventually they seem to get bolder. Moving.
And if one were to look hard enough – because it is very, very hard to see – there's very definitely a shape to imply that there's something there. Physically present. In the room with you.
...It's going to be a bad night.]
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I don't believe the Conductor would be too happy with that.
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Unless you're suggesting some sort of protest.
[ you know, the kind where everyone lays down and dies. ]
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If you're so worried, then don't join the group!
[Sorry, Youko. He normally doesn't have a problem with you, but he's not in the mood for this right now.]
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I'm only pointing out the danger. I don't want any of you to die as well.
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Do you think I'm an idiot?!
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I think you're not thinking clearly.
Why would you be? Something exceptionally tragic has occurred. It's been tragedy after tragedy here, hasn't it? And you're human. There's a limit.
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