[Game 18] Kunzite

[dramatispersonae]

[You find yourselves in a small, traditional Japanese room. The floor is covered with tatami and the walls are made of paper. There are pillows for everyone to sit on, arranged in a circle around a low table. On the table is a lantern much like the ones outside at the ring. Inside the lantern is a single candle. Its flame burns in your team color.]

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PART ONE

[dramatispersonae]

[The Masked Lady's voice echoes from no discernible source:]

To begin, I'd like you to choose four numbers between one and twenty-eight. Don't choose the same number more than once, though. That's no fun.

((You can decide IC or OOCly in your team chan.))

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[bromantical]

[...omg homey :D]

I pick 7!

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[gonnariverdance]

[. . . well :|a sitting down on one of the pillows]

I want 14.

PART TWO

[dramatispersonae]

[A pair of scissors, a pocket watch, a toy ball, and a small kimono appear on the table around the lantern.]

Ne, do you like scary stories? I love them, personally~ How about you make one for me? I just have a few rules to make things a little more fun. You don't mind, right?

1) It's up to you what "scary" means, but you have to include each of the objects here in the story somehow.

2) You can make up whatever number of stories you feel like. One for each item, two stories with two items each, one story with all four items… be creative, okay?

3) When you're finished brainstorming, tell your story here~

4) It's up to you how you want to tell it. One person from the group can tell it, or you all can be involved. Let's all have fun with this, okaaaay?

Re: PART TWO

[gonnariverdance]

Huh. This don't seem like a bad game at all.

[picking up the kimono curiously]

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[odetojoy]

What is scary for you?

Re: PART TWO

[myroyalname]

What have I missed?

Re: PART TWO

[bromantical]

We have to make scary stories.

STORY/STORIES GO HERE

[dramatispersonae]

THE STORY OF THE FOXY LADY WITH ONE BAAAALLLLLLL

[bromantical]

Once there was a boy! A handsome lad of twelve! On the verge of true manhood, but still a boy! He had not yet learned to be a man with a girlfriend or a part time job or anything like that. But the boy had other things to do and his favorite thing was to play ball with the younger children in his neighborhood. Every day the boy would play with his friends in an abandoned lot.

One day he went to play and none of the children were there. He decided to sit and wait for them. A pretty lady approached.

Well, maybe not a lady. A teenager! She was seventeen and the prettiest girl he ever saw. But also the baddest! She wore her skirt too short and he shirt too tight. Her hair was dyed in wild colors--blonde and pink and purple strands mixed with her jet black also lovely hair!

And she had their ball.

"Do you want to play?"

He nodded because he did want to play, especially with such a pretty older girl. He could feel his heart flutter and flap in his chest at the sound of her sweet voice! She held out the ball for him and he approached--but slowly because she was also a stranger and she had an ~aura~ of danger to her.

But she let him take the ball. And for awhile they played! Throwing and catching and he had a lot of fun, he didn't even notice that no one else came to play that day!

When it grew dark--he had played far too long with the pretty girl--he knew he had to hurry home. And that pretty girl, she promised to walk with him to keep him safe.

But he never got there.

The next day in the next town, another boy played with a pretty lady with a toy ball.




...do you see how it's dramatically linked there and how it will happen forever? IT'S AN ONGOING TRAGEDY OF CHILD KIDNAPPINGS BY FOXY LADIES! SO THEY CAN NEVER WIN

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[myroyalname]

Once long ago, there was a girl... She worked day and night as a seamstress, as her mother had done before her. She made beautiful clothing, using the scissors that her mother had given her. Her mother told her that the scissors had been blessed by a goddess, and that they would help create the most beautiful of dresses. Because of this blessing, her mother told her that they should never be selfish with the beautiful things they could create. Thus, even though the dresses she made were the most beautiful in the land, she gave them to those who needed them, instead of selling them. Though her mother had warned her against being selfish with her gifts, her most beautiful dress, she kept for herself.

Little did she know, an evil spirit was curious about these fine dresses that she'd seen women from the village wear. She appeared before one of them as she walked outside the village, and asked, "Young girl, where did you get that dress?"

The girl, astonished, answered, "From a kind seamstress."

The spirit replied, "Give me the dress. In return, I will give you something astonishing."

Intrigued, and with nothing to lose, the girl agreed, and gave the dress to the spirit. She went back to the village, and found a letter, with a request in it from her beloved to meet him at the lake. So, she quickly went to him. She was alone. She heard her beloved call to her from the woods that were near-by. He had a sword in hand, for he was a knight.

As he rushed to her, her eyes widened when she saw the spirit flash before her, as he fell upon his sword. She ran to him, but he couldn't be saved. When the seamstress heard about what had happened, she went to the girl and offered her a dress, in the hopes it would cheer her up. The girl refused, and later killed herself.

The spirit continued to watch the girls who wore the fine dresses, not satisfied with the one that she had. Each dress seemed more beautiful than the last one. Finally, she appeared before another girl.

"Who made you that dress?"

"A seamstress in my village," the girl replied.

"Give me the dress, and I will change your life."

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[myroyalname]

The girl, intrigued, asked, "How?"

"I will give you everything you ever wanted."

The girl hesitated, knowing an offer like that was too good to be true. But, she had nothing to lose, and gave the spirit the dress. The spirit took it, and the girl returned to the village. There, she saw a young noble who was passing through the village and fell hopelessly in love.

And when he saw her as well, he also felt the same. He instantly proposed to her, and the girl agreed. The village went to the inn to celebrate, and the girl was happy, because she had found true love. However, she saw the spirit's face, before a large fire broke out. The doors had gotten stuck somehow, and everyone inside burned to death.

The seamstress saw how the smoke hung over the village, and was troubled. So, she went outside the village, into the dark of the night, to seek help from a near-by village.

On the dark road, the spirit appeared to her.

"Who are you?" asked the spirit.

"I am a seamstress, and I'm going to get help," she replied.

The spirit drew in close to her, and she felt the air around her freeze. When it took a form, it wore one of her dresses, though she did not recognize the girl.

"Did you make this dress?" the spirit asked.

"I did. How did you get it? The girl I gave it to burned alive tonight!"

The spirit was pleased by this, and smiled slowly. "She gave it to me. But it isn't enough. I want the best dress that you've ever made."

The seamstress shirked back, and shook her head. "I won't give it to you."

"If you give it to me, I will give you the power to change all of this."

The seamstress hesitated. "I will be able to change this?"

"I will give you the power to do so."

The seamstress agreed, and quickly rushed back to her home to grab the dress that she had made long ago, and had saved despite her mothers warnings. She returned to the spirit, and offered it to it. Pleased, the spirit took it and held it up.

Then she gave it back to the seamstress, instructing her to put it on.

The seamstress was confused, but agreed. The spirit waited, watching patiently. When the seamstress finished, the spirit surrounded her, and she felt for a brief instant, the spirit's power running through her veins. Her eyes widened as she realized what she saw.

There was the young man running towards his beloved, with the intent to propose. She stuck her foot out and tripped him.

There was the village, celebrating young love. She bolted the doors shut, and started the fire. She was horrified at those visions, and her lack of control.

"What is the meaning of this!" She cried out.

"I said that I would give you the power to change it. I never said I would give you the choice."

The seamstress ran from the spirit's grasp, and back to the village. When she arrived, she saw a mob waiting for her, and they grabbed her immediately, declaring, "She's the one that started the fire!"

Horrified, the seamstress tried to protest, but she saw the spirit hanging over their heads, urging them on. The crowd carried her to the center of the town, and tied her there, deciding she would die the same as those she had killed.

They burned her that night.

Since then, the seamstress's spirit has cried endlessly, unable to rest in peace. She looks for young girls wearing pretty dresses, like the ones she used to make... and she plans her revenge on them for all eternity.

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[gonnariverdance]

So once, 'bout two or three years back, there was this kid. Nothin' too special about him. He was bright and didn't look half bad, but kids like that come a dime a dozen. What made him special was the pocket watch he'd just inherited. This watch had changed hands in his family plenty of times. He'd heard stories about it, but he never believed it was real 'til a couple months back when his brother got it.

See, this watch just so happens to run backwards. And it's countin' down to your death. This poor kid's brother hadn't believed either, but the day that watch ran out've time was the same damned day he got killed out on the streets.

The watch had been on the poor kid's pillow the next morning, already countin' down.

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[gonnariverdance]

So this kid, he's a stubborn one. And he ain't about to just give up on his life so easy. He takes the watch to a watchmaker and asks to have it taken apart, but the watchmaker says he only fixes watches. He ain't gonna break one. So the kid takes it out and throws it against an alley wall instead. The thing just falls to pieces from how hard he threw it.

Feelin' pretty damn cocky, he heads back home. And there, waitin' on his pillow, is that goddamned watch. And that ain't even the worst of it. When the train had run it over he'd had a few good weeks left on the countdown, but now? Now it was down to just one day left.

Now this kid's panickin' pretty bad at this point. He takes the watch out to some train tracks that very night and lays it on the rails. It don't take too long before the evenin' train comes on down the line and crushes that little cursed scrap to bits. The kid's sure he's beaten the thing this time, so he heads on home again. He makes sure to stop at each street, lookin' both ways. Makes damn sure he's avoidin' any trouble.

He makes it all the way home and double checks all his doors and windows. Says goodnight to his folks and heads on up to his room. He tears that place apart lookin' for that watch and only goes to bed when he's satisfied that it hasn't followed him back this time. You can be sure he slept good that night.

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[odetojoy]

There is a tale that you get told when you arrive at this far away town: kittens should never be left outside at night.

It's a small and simple rule, isn't it? Was it only a tale, or was it real? Truth to be told, no one knew. However, regardless of it, it was repeated time and time again. Kids usually kept their pets inside, safe from harm, but as you can expect it's never that simple.

One day a boy named Shinji couldn't find his kitten. He didn't tell his parents and went out to find him on his own. He didn't want to be blamed, after all. It was only after midnight that he saw it in the distance, but it was too late. A strange figure that was carrying scissors had picked up the small kitten. It was covered in black and it looked like a deformed monster. The monster lifted the kitten up and Shinji screamed when the monster made a clean cut to the kitten's throat.

The boy fell down to the floor, incapable of moving as he watched the kitten's blood drop into the monster's mouth. Once he had finished, the monster walked towards Shinji and said: Thank you for the meal.

The End.

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[bromantical]

. . .

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[myroyalname]

... Liberty...

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[gonnariverdance]

. . .

...?

[dramatispersonae]

[As you finish telling the story, the candle flame suddenly blows out, as though an intangible breeze has blown through the room. You're left in strangely impenetrable darkness. The ticking of the pocket watch sounds strangely loud…]

Re: ...?

[bromantical]

Aw fuck.

Re: ...?

[gonnariverdance]

[THIS IS NOT OKAY AT ALL]

Hell—kids? Y'all still with me?

Re: ...?

[bromantical]

I'm okay! I've always wanted to be alone in the dark with a beautiful girl!

The other two of you can go though!

Re: ...?

[odetojoy]

[after listening to Kida]

Yes. I suppose it's meant to scare us.

Re: ...?

[myroyalname]

I'm fine!

END

[dramatispersonae]

[As suddenly as it came on, the darkness lifts, and…]