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Who: Anyone
When: Day 55, early morning
Where: The cleared halls and shrine room
What: Something's strange this morning...

[Maybe you couldn't sleep and are numbly pacing the halls. Maybe you're a morning person who's just up this obnoxiously early. Maybe you're a brave hunter who knows all the best kills are at night and are returning fresh from victory... or maybe you could just feel something strange down your spine...

Whatever your reason for being out is... you feel like you're not alone. The halls are just a little too dark, just a little painfully quiet... The hairs on the back of your neck stand up in warning, a shiver shuddering down your spine and for a moment, you feel something WATCHING you.]

[In the mean time, at the shrine room, something black and glistening trickles between the masonry, sliding down the wall... It's a long, still moment before the droplet's path seems to expand, the stones being covered by a deep, impenetrable darkness until only an open, ragged hole remains in the wall.]

((OOC: Gooooooooooooooooood morning Thusia! Let me say hello to you. Tell me where you are in your comments, if you would.))

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[The hallway is empty. The shadows are long and deep, and the air is still. All you can hear is the rustle of your own clothes and the cadence of your own breath.]

[Of course nothing is there. Stupid silly overactive imagination]

[Glances back at the window]

[The figure is still there, indistinct behind yours. Its blank, featureless face is turned towards the window, as if watching you in it as well.

Its hands are raised now, holding just above your shoulders, near your neck. They remain there, eerily still.]

[Puts a hand up against his neck as if that would protect it. Haaaaa---]

Are you a Memory? Or something else entirely?

[You see the figure tilt its head, moving in slow motion. It's hands remain steady, motionless, while the thing's face finally stops, level with yours. Its reflection turns toward you, and you can feel its breath on your neck.]

I am I am

you

[His hand move to shove the thing away from him]

Heh. You think you're me, No Face?

Going to have to convince me a little better than that.

[Your hand passes through empty air.

In the reflection, you can see its hands inch closer.]

become

shed

[Tenses, but curiosity is still keeping that flight instinct from kicking in]

Become what?

something else

change

new

discover

And you're going to help me with that?

[A bit of a smirk]

I'll ask again. What are you?

help y

ygin

[The hands rest on your shoulders, solid and cool.

You face feels warm, flush even. You feel something trickle down your neck.]

Help you...?

[Oh, and Lavi was doing so well until he feels something slide down his neck. Then it's like that moment when you realize there is a spider on your clothes. And Lavi is frantically wiping at his neck to GET IT OFF OFF OFF]

[Your hand comes away covered in stiffening wax.]

[Trying to scrape the rest of the wax off of his neck, other hand going to the dagger on his belt]

I'm getting tired of this game of hide and seek.

Show yourself.

[Your fingers scrape all the way up to your chin... where a layer is hardening on your cheek.]

turn turn

[Digging that off his skin, too, as he turns around]

[Inches from your face, the darkness is thick, tangible, boiling up from the shadows in thick bubbles. It forms a looming, hunched shape.

A single yellow eye opens.]

[His first instinct (after jolting at the sight) is to stab it in that creepy little yellow eyeball. And he does make a move to do so, bringing the dagger up to shoulder level, clenching it tightly in his fist]

[And grins]

Hello, Ygin.

hello

hello

[The touch comes from behind you, reaching around the wrist not holding up the weapon. The touch slides across your inner palm and threads through your fingers, gripping like a lover would.]

[Shudders. Damn, you are a creepy thing. But trying to squeeze its hand back (more to try to figure out what Ygin is made of than any other reason)]

Are you allied with the gods? Or nature?

[It feels faintly rubbery.

The eye draws back, shadows become intangible...]

like you

am like you

i like you

[Your hand is free again.]

[Glances back down at his hand and then back at Ygin]

[The witty flippant remark seems wildly inappropriate (even for Lavi) so instead he'll just go with:]

Welcome to Thusia.

And uh, you might want to work on the whole personal space thing... if you want to make friends anyway.

[The eye closes and the shadows vanish entirely with a chittering little laugh.]

to make to make to make

...?

[Reaches out to poke where the shadows were]

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