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driftfleet2018-10-26 05:55 pm
dreamvour) wrote in driftfleet2018-10-26 05:55 pm
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002; and this dream is your story
Who: Baku & you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Caprine if you're so incline
When: now (October 26)
[for the unaware - which is a lot of people - Baku has an office! And she's made it spooky for this particular broadcast; which is to say, she's turned off the lights and lit a few candles to fit the mood. You might even see some glowing eyes in the background every so often - but no worries, that's just her leopard prowling around.
But shhh, it's totally spooky, shut up]
Around this time of year all of the really scary stories start getting passed around at school, so I thought I'd keep up the tradition, even though I'm not there right now and it's a little early.
One of the more popular ones at my school is Aka Manto - the red cloak. He's a ghost that haunts the old bathroom on ground floor. It's said that if you end up using it late at night, that you shouldn't use the fourth stall, or else he'll come to you. And that he's so charming you won't be able to resist answering his question.
[she props her chin on her hands] So he'll come to you and he'll ask, "Do you prefer the red cloak or the blue cloak?" If you answer red, he'll make it so you have a "red cloak", by cutting you. If you answer "blue", he'll drain your blood. [a hum] There's a way out of it, of course, because there always has to be, so I wonder if anyone knows or can guess the answer.
So that's my question to everyone.
[a considering pause, and then:]
Or - ah, or even better, you could share your urban legends from your world, if you'd like. Those are always fun, and it is the season for it.
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Caprine if you're so incline
When: now (October 26)
[for the unaware - which is a lot of people - Baku has an office! And she's made it spooky for this particular broadcast; which is to say, she's turned off the lights and lit a few candles to fit the mood. You might even see some glowing eyes in the background every so often - but no worries, that's just her leopard prowling around.
But shhh, it's totally spooky, shut up]
Around this time of year all of the really scary stories start getting passed around at school, so I thought I'd keep up the tradition, even though I'm not there right now and it's a little early.
One of the more popular ones at my school is Aka Manto - the red cloak. He's a ghost that haunts the old bathroom on ground floor. It's said that if you end up using it late at night, that you shouldn't use the fourth stall, or else he'll come to you. And that he's so charming you won't be able to resist answering his question.
[she props her chin on her hands] So he'll come to you and he'll ask, "Do you prefer the red cloak or the blue cloak?" If you answer red, he'll make it so you have a "red cloak", by cutting you. If you answer "blue", he'll drain your blood. [a hum] There's a way out of it, of course, because there always has to be, so I wonder if anyone knows or can guess the answer.
So that's my question to everyone.
[a considering pause, and then:]
Or - ah, or even better, you could share your urban legends from your world, if you'd like. Those are always fun, and it is the season for it.
[video]
When the feed starts, its to a black screen and a masculine voice speaking, German accent coloring his words. ]
Many years ago was born a witch possessing a singular, great power: that to become a person's greatest desire. Save for this power she had nothing, and so she transformed herself into a beautiful woman and seduced a Baron, who was both without wife or child. He was utterly enchanted by her beauty and wit, and after marrying her proceeded to shower the witch with anything she desired. For a time they were happy, but the witch began to long for the one thing her husband could not provide her with--a child.
Soon the servants began to whisper about strange visitors to the castle while her husband was away. These visitors would come and leave in the darkest hours, always covering their faces. The maids who came the mornings after would complain of foul odors in the lady's bedchamber, but the witch seemed to notice them not. These whispers reached her husband around the same time that his beautiful bride announced she was pregnant. A great cloud fell over the Baron, for in his youth he had fallen ill with a fever, which the doctors had told him stole his ability to father a child.
He did not have long to brood upon this happening, for one day when he was out riding his faithful mare threw him from her back, trampling him until he was dead. The lady of the house, now heavily pregnant, shut herself up in the house, refusing even the attention of a midwife until she fell into labor. The birthing lasted throughout the night and into the morning, and with the first light of dawn was birthed a monstrous, ill-formed child. His eyes glowed like fire as soon as they opened, his mouth already full of sharp teeth, and from him sprouted a tail just as the devil's own.
On hearing the cries of her terrible infant, the witch sprung from her birthing bed and slew the doctor that had helped birth him. The servants helping tend to her ran screaming from the house, their hair stricken white by the horror they'd witnessed. One of them reached the nearby town, and managed to convince a group of men to return to the house with her. Once they arrived they found it empty, the good doctor's body cold on the lady's bedchamber, and all the servants dead or missing. Of the witch and her child they found only tracks leading to the nearby woods.
Re: [video]
Heeeh . . . [she waits until he's done telling the story, leaning towards the screen] I've never heard this one before. What happened to the witch and her child?
Re: [video]
They became legend for the town of Winzeldorf. Mothers would warn their children against playing in the forest, and any time someone did go missing the story of the witch Baroness and her demon son would make the rounds at a pub.
But as the skies darkened and the world outside their little town began to become alien, the stories began to see the light of day again. It was her fault, the war that was brewing, all the troubles they'd suffered; her and that damned child. When the war broke, so did their goodness. The able-bodied gathered their tools and weapons and went into the woods as one, intent on killing this demon that haunted their woods.
And poor fools, they found him. [ The moment the words are out of his mouth Kurt flips the switch, throwing light on his blue-furred face, the sharp teeth that he's grinning to bare, the dull red eyes (because without his contacts in they'd glow and give away the tale.) ]
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Look at the utter delight on her face, like this is the best turn of events this story could take. Were you trying to scare her cuz boy oh boy did you do exactly the opposite]
Ah! It's your story!
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(She reminds him a little of Sascha, and the thought is still bittersweet, but--) ]
With a little creative license. [ He admits with a chuckle. ] My mother was no witch, and despite what she might say about her tastes in partners she made no pacts with the devil.
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It was a good story. [she tilts her head] I didn't think that part was true, about the devil. I wondered about your mother being a witch, but - what are you, then, if I may ask?
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Genetically, I'm a member of a species known as homo superior, or colloquially as mutants. We're a recent offshoot of homo sapien. Most of the first generation mutants look more human than not, but when two mutants produce a child together-- [ He motions toward himself with a slight flourish. ]
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[she rests her chin on her hands] For the record, I think you look cool.
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There are. Some of them were here before, but not now.
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That's a shame, I would've liked to meet them.