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WHO: Lucian and you!
WHERE: All around Recolle
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Fog, some music, stuff like that.
WARNINGS: CW: violence for the darker prompts.

one;

[ Lucian did not easily feel fear.

This might some sort of detriment in other situations, but the lack of emotion enabled him to observe the fog without much detriment to himself. Not needing sleep meant that he could walk the streets all night long, notebook in hand so that he may take down what he sees. He might look like a ghost from a distance given his height, his white hair glittering faintly in the streetlights' dimmed glow - but he is no ghost, which he will make clear to anyone who runs into him.

With how he's actively seeking out disturbances, perhaps he will walk into your memory made real. ]


two-A;

[ Or perhaps you will walk into his. The memory springs up around you as ash and smoke rolls in with the mist, carrying with them the smell of charred grass. There are the sounds of a large battle and silhouettes of people fighting in the fog, but they seem to be oddly far away. Spells of fire ignite before fizzling out a moment later, sword clashing against sword, the deep boom of a cannon. What is not so far away are pinpricks of light on the night sky, falling ever so closer. Bombs? Meteors? Who knows?

Lucian appears from the fog, his hair tousled by an unseen wind. Grim determination reflects on his face, his eyes not their usual grey but instead a bright gold -

- the ground shivers beneath you before turning into a full-scale quake, evoking an impact tremor. ]

You there; quickly, you must leave this place. It is not safe, I fear the buildings might come down.

[ Slivers of light wink into existence around his hands, accompanied by a half-moon halo behind his head. He does not seem intent on moving. ]


two-B;

[ This memory is his. Of that, he has no doubt. What he does not know is how to cease it. Without such knowledge, he cannot move - what if it spreads, and engulfs the city in an unseen battle? That would be yet another blight upon his name.

Lucian stands in the midst of a shadowy battlefield, soldiers armed with rifles shooting at shamans and their conjured spells. Wraiths of tigers and other large beasts weave between the fog, pacing between master and opponent. Should you pass too close, one of them might lunge out of the mist - only for their claws to pass harmlessly through you, dissipating into nothing. These are ghosts, he's come to realize. Ghosts that still move and attack despite their lack of corporeal form, for he had not been physically at the place. This is a vision; a projection.

That doesn't stop it from inflicting terror on anyone walking through it. It is still a battlefield, after all. ]


three;

[ It is not often that one finds Retrospec's door ajar, and Lucian is not one to pass up this opportunity. Perhaps he has called you up for a little exploration, or that you have met at its entrance - whichever it is, he would be regarding its interior with a pensive expression. ]

I do hope they will deign to give us more answers this time.

[ He's in much better condition to explore, and he will take advantage of that. ]

There is too much at stake.


four;

[ One way to show resistance to all the fear around would be to aggressively enjoy oneself. Or at least, that is what Lucian has decided for this month - and he will live up to it, if only because it would give him chances to feel emotions again.

He may be at the local Suncents asking your opinion on the new Pumpkin Cream Latte, or in the park with his violin dispensing music into the breeze. These may be odd things to do on a fall weekend, but do it he will. In this way, a quiet rebellion of a single old man. ]

Do you like autumn?

[ A question offered to anyone who might entertain him conversation, on the street or otherwise.

(He must know. He must remember how it is, to feel.) ]


wildcard;

[ Lucian runs a small clinic in Chata and he has left his number on the Directory for Retrospec users. Feel free to visit him regarding physical changes or more mundane ailments, he'll always be there to offer a listening ear. Otherwise, throw me a wildcard and I'll roll with it! I'm also on plurk at haemoglobin for plotting purposes. ]

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two

[gudaguda]

Not without you!

[ Sakura has Kiyomitsu by her side, thankfully and she holds the sword in one hand - ready to strike at whatever comes out at them. She's not sure how she got her - she walked into the fog? And strange things started happening?

But at the same time, she can feel her senses becoming super keen. Did they have to fight? ]

Clinic visit

[blind_badass]

[Snake is waiting in the lobby for his appointment after his classes. He never keeps his eyes open because it's too tiring for him to do so, but despite that, he can feel the lack of restful sleep forming behind them. Perhaps he might ask the doctor about that.]

three

[scythegun]

[Jaeger's already here poking around at everything. He seems to be in good spirits despite being in Retrospec's building. He looks up when Lucian speaks up.]

Ja, that would be nice, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, I doubt we'll be that lucky. Still, it's worth checking as much of this building as we can, wouldn't you say?

[His accent is very thick and very German and he's still smiling cheerfully.]

ii; a

[complementing]

[Minako originally stepped into this in just her pajamas, bleary eyed and confused. But the nightmare world responds to her unconscious thoughts, and upon seeing Lucian, the circlet he gave her blazes into existence over her forehead, and her clothes shift into something more form-fitting and easier to fight in, Evoker on her hip and her spear in hand. She reaches out to grab his hand, her expression tight.]

And leave you behind?! No way! We're both leaving right now!

2b!

[sharplydressed]

[Seeing battlefields in your memories and actually walking through one - even one that isn't 100% real - are two entirely different things, as it turns out. Kashuu is on edge, blade in hand, keeping an eye on the sweeps of shadows that dart about around him. The first tiger that launches itself at him has him drawing his blade to strike instantly, and when it passes through like a harmless ghost, he still isn't any more at ease.

In fact, when he does finally spot Lucian, it's reflexive to turn his blade that way first and foremost. The movement registers before his face does since he refuses to be caught off guard here--]

—Lucian?

[--But he still lowers his blade immediately once he does realize that he knows who this face belongs to.]

Clinic Visit - Because these horns are very worrying.

[totallynotanoni]

[ Its taken her a few days to finally call the number she remembered from Minako's directory, and a good hour to get herself out the door. She's not exactly fond of going into hospitals or medical facilities outside of routine appointments, but she has a feeling this one is necessary.

Sitting patiently (or drowsily), Katherine looks worse for wear. Her eyes and motions show the clear symptoms of sleep withdrawal, and even indoors she refuses to remove the beanie on her head, even readjusting it every few seconds as if its position would give something away. ]

one

[imaginex]

[At this hour, Sakura of all people has no business being outside. Not by herself. Knowing what lurks waiting inside the fog doesn't change what happens when she enters it unsupervised, and a chilly breeze stirs the edges of it into moving, causing it to drift along, an escapable cloud that will overtake anyone who passes too close.

But she has business here and so stays rooted on the sidewalk, mouth moving as if conversing with someone in front of her. It's difficult to tell in this kind of weather, and at Lucian's approach, her head jerks sharply to the side, the muscles of her legs coiling like springs in case should she need to flee]