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    Faces In The Dark

    Post by Mortis on Sun Jan 15, 2017 2:25 pm

    Time: Midnight
    Date: January 5, 0007

    ”Oh, Jerry! Jerry, come quick!”

    ”Susan! what happened? You’re shaking all over.”

    ”Oh, its that damn attic again, it fell open. I- I thought I saw something move up there.”

    ”You wait here, Susan, I’ll go take a look...”

    ”Oh, be careful, Jerry.”

    Jerry gave a last comforting pat of his strong, rugged hand upon Susan’s dainty shoulder, before looking up at the awaiting attic entrance. The dark doorway opened wide for him, nothing but pitch black waiting beyond the pale light of a very claustrophobic hallway. a rickety old ladder served as the only means of getting up to the dark, ominous chamber of the house.. His chiseled face pulled itself into a determined grimace, his throat flexing as he gulped down the growing trepidation that was clear upon his form. Then, he began to climb. Wooden stairs creaked in protest under his snow boots, and his powerful body seemed to stretch the heavy winter pants and warm flannels he was wearing near the point of protesting as well.

    Susan watched with wide blue eyes, a pale hand raising to cover her mouth as Jerry was swallowed up into the darkness. What was running around in the attic, why had the door fell open? The small screen of Mortis’ television flickered slightly as the scene changed, any and all immersion broken by a strip of multicolor static briefly tearing the picture as it crackled its way down the screen and disappeared again at the bottom of the set.

    But, he supposed that was what he should expect, he was working with the ever finicky bunny ears.

    The undead shifted where he laid upon the couch, Woolie happily curled up on his chest as he watched on. The ewe however had long since shut her golden eyes, drifting to sleep around the second act of the previous slasher flick that had been aired. Aside from the TV’s warm glow, the living room was completely dark, just how the undead liked it. Many of the holiday-themed horror films had already been pulled once the Holiday itself was over. But, there were still a few wintery ones that popped up now and again.

    Axe-men hiding in the attic during a bad snowstorm, A winter cabin haunted by a vengeful ghost, rabid grizzly bears accosting a couple of hunters in the middle of the woods... The plots became predictable after the first few viewings, and the superfiend had quickly become familiar with a number of interesting tropes, but he enjoyed these cinematic bloodbaths for what they were. He liked to think Woolie would be inclined to do the same, should she have the intelligence to appreciate them. But, the black ewe seemed content to cuddle against his chest and stick her nose under his arm, demanding pets and scratches while that weird glowing box went about its noise-making and flickering.

    Although, her ears did tend to perk in its direction whenever she heard a word she was familiar with, or heard something that sounded like one of the horses or the large carrion bird that roosted in the barn loft.

    Mortis, however, liked to lose himself in these gory thrillers. With the garden frozen over for the winter and his home out of the way of the city’s hustle and bustle, the undead had little to occupy his time. So, he put himself in the shoes of whatever psychopath and slasher happened to be stalking the screen. He liked to plot out their motives, how they were going to kill -- who they were going to kill. Other times he liked to imagine what it was like feeling the lives of those throwaway characters ebbing beneath the killer’s blade, and reminisce to himself what it felt like to slaughter wantonly. Of course, some aspects were simply predictable from the horror trope alone.

    The darkest skinned person tended to be killed first, followed by the blonde haired beauties, the lovers were lovingly chopped to bits, and then there was a standoff with the token underdog character. Usually it was a young woman with academic aspirations, clever enough to know how to stay out of the killer’s reach and alert enough to not let her guard down. It always happened in a house, not a bunch of houses, just one house that was out of the way. But there were a few that happened in small communities, or a massive, sprawling city where the killer was clever enough to evade the police while still somehow slaughtering hundreds. The killer was sometimes a person, an animal, or even a monster made of foam and latex.

    They were little fantasies, absolutely unrealistic in the end, but they kept his mind occupied when he was not filling the long winter hours with planning for the upcoming spring; or practicing his year-round hobby. He still plucked a few chords on the acoustic guitar that sat in his study from time to time.

    But, there were times that the weather tended to aid in his little mental getaways.

    Right now, a winter storm was howling outside, just like in the slasher that was on the analog TV. It was midnight, just like in the movie. It was the little things, the small details and similarities that brought a little happiness to the undead superfiend.

    A feminine scream cried across the television speakers, sounding hollow and detached through the outdated equipment. Susan had just come across dear old Jerry, or more what was left of Jerry. The burly man had been butchered limb from limb and hung from the attic ceiling like a cut of fine meat, though he was not alone.

    Barry, Sarah, Mary, and Lafonda had been sliced up and arranged in a similar fashion. The killer had turned the creaky old attic into a shrine of blood and gore. There was even a shrine table, which the camera zoomed in on dramatically, cutting between the girl’s horrified face and the dead-eyed visage of her friend’s decapitated heads that were surrounded by lit candles. Each zoom in was marked with a violin sting that added a further sense of dread to the whole situation.

    ”Sssssss...” Oh yes, Mortis loved these parts.

    The terror, the horror, the sheer amount of blood and gore! It nearly made him want to get back into the killing spirit himself.

    That low, satisfied hiss coaxed a sleepy blink from the dozing ewe, and within a glance at the screen she was awake again. Her little lips drew themselves back in a yawn and she blinked groggily, glancing at the screen before turning her attention to Ma. He really liked to sit and look at the box lately.

    A gentle nudge and a soft bleat caught the superfiend’s attention, the latter being more effective than the former as he could not rightfully feel anything. Empty sockets pulled away from the enticing spectacle that was his horror movie, and he devoted a few gentle pets between Woolie’s ears.

    ”My apologiesss dear, I did not mean to wake you.” The ghoul apologized.

    Loving strokes migrating to the back of her neck, where his long talons made quick work of poking through her thick winter wool to scratch and massage her soft hide. Golden eyes squinted contentedly and she pushed her nose against his rib, exposing more of her neck for him to scratch. Another tinny scream drew Mortis’ attention back to the screen, his claws still absentmindedly massaging small circles against the back of Woolie’s neck.

    It seemed Susan’s time on the screen was drawing to a close, not only was she one of the buxom blonde-haired trope fodder, she also had conveniently cornered herself in the garage with the killer. The flickering light overhead gave fleeting glimpses of the murderous psycho’s appearance, at once looking human, but too twisted and mishapen to be considered a true person outside of his silhouette alone. A bloody wood-cutter’s ax hung from his hand, sharp and ready to chop Susan up into fine bits, just like her friends. Her blue eyes stared wide and terrified as the ax-murderer stepped deliberately towards her, obviously savoring her fear before he went in for the kill.

    Susan screamed again, cowering in the corner with her hands wrapped defensively around her head, fingers tangling her long platinum blonde hair. Oddly enough, her makeup remained perfect despite her sobbing.

    ”No! No! Noooo!” She yelled.

    Chop, chop, chop went the psycho’s axe.

    The killer was silent all the while, leaving the only sounds to be her screaming, the wet, soft clap of steel slamming into flesh, and the accompanying music to set the mood.

    But among the pained screaming and violin stings, the ghoul heard something else.

    Baaa!

    ”What isss the matter, Woolie? Isss the movie too exciting for you?” Mortis hissed, giving a few reassuring pets down the animal’s back.

    Usually the ewe was not very engrossed in the shows that Mortis tended to watch, but perhaps there was some sort of inherent fear of the chopping block that this particular flick managed to draw out. There was plenty of chopping and butchering after all. But, as Mortis’ eye sockets settled on the young sheep, he found she was not looking at the screen at all, but towards the sliding back door instead. Though the superfiend had blinds, he felt no need to keep them closed, given the complete lack of neighbors.

    The wide panes of glass gave a crisp, clear view of the raging snowstorm outside, as thick fluffy clumps of snow rained down from the sky like icy balls of cotton. They glistened a pure white in the glow of the outdoor light. The snowfall was so thick it was impossible to see more than ten feet past the doorway.

    ”What did you sssee out there?” He wondered aloud, ”I would not expect anything to be wandering around in thisss weather.”

    The wind was too violent for many flying creatures, and the snow would certainly make many animals-- predator and prey alike, seek shelter until it passed.

    I saw a scary man outside!

    Just as quickly, he detected both Samhain and Angemort’s own thoughts growing aggitated, the both of them rushing out of the barn and prancing about the property on high alert. Evidently something managed to slip by while he was distracted, but it was not spry enough to evade detection by the resident guardians of his property. The ghoul hissed, old judicial instincts kicking in.

    ”I’m going to invesstigate, wait here until I return Woolie.” The undead rasped, gently plucking up the ewe and setting her on the plush couch cushions.

    A communication line was quickly established with both of the undead mares, and he got to his feet. Already a plan was in mind as he focused his psychic energies and spread them like a sweeping mist across the entirety of the property.

    Form a sssurveillance perimeter around the houssse while I ssscan the area. We may have an intruder.

    Yes, we also detect something amiss. but we are unable to pinpoint it

    Both of the horses were already splitting up to patrol the property in the immediate vicinity of the house. Given the kinds of things that tended to pop up outside of the ISO’s jurisdiction, Mortis was not entirely keen on simply settling the ewe and ignoring the growing agitation in both of the horses. It could be a false alarm, or it could be a cunning threat.

    Like long fingers, his presence reached and brushed against anything that stood out against winter’s dead chill. Quickly the tiny pinprick life signatures of fluffy snow hares and hibernating vermin was overshadowed by a dark presence, something that was undoubtedly sinister but not in the way that disturbed him immediately without requiring conscious effort. It prodded him in the back of his mind, sitting like a shadow just outside of his peripherals. It seemed to move with his attempts to lock onto it, sparing him a sliver of a glimpse of its identity and secreting away the rest with sinister coyness. It must have realized that he was its better, or it would have acted the complete opposite, he considered. Whatever this thing was, it was as intriguing as it was worrying.

    But, with this mental game of keep away, the ghoul managed to get a lock on its position. It was moving, first toward the front of the house, and then doubling back as it noticed one of the mares on her patrol. Interestingly, the creature made no move to escape the property. It was almost as if something was drawing it to his homestead.

    Ma! Ma! It’s back! It’s back! Ma!

    The ewe’s frantic bleating grabbed Mortis from his tracking, and his skull snapped in the direction of her cries.

    Then, he saw it.

    It was quick, fleeting, but clear all the same. A grotesquely tall, willowy creature had come to pause for a brief moment in front of the door, undoubtedly disturbed from its attempts to remain unseen by the sheep’s alarm call. It had to be as tall as Mortis, or at least managed to loom over him by a few more inches. Thin, ashen white hide was pulled taught across its bones, like it was wearing a people suit that was a couple sizes too small. It was completely hairless, not a bit of stubble to be seen on its limbs or upon the edges of its gaunt, skeletal face. Initially the undead had mistaken its lips for being pulled away from its teeth, until he noticed the stains of old blood that blackened the edges and pulled long dark lines down the edges of its face. He realized this thing had chewed off its own lips. Sickly red eyes stared with an insatiable hunger from where they sat sunken in their eye sockets, its face bearing the structure and proportions of a human, but whatever humanity this thing may have claimed to possess was lost long ago.

    As quickly as he saw it, the creature silently dashed back into the storm with long, unnatural strides.

    ”Sssss...” Mortis approached the sliding door, looking to see if it was still in the vicinity before carefully pulling it open.

    See! I told you I saw a man!”

    ”Yesss, you are a very obssservant girl. Ssstay insside and keep out of sssight.” Mortis rasped, dismissive of the ewe’s outburst for the time being in favor of his desire to know what exactly had crept by the sliding door.

    He stepped out into the snow, pushing the door shut with a dull hiss behind him. His leathery soles crushed the newly fallen snow beneath them as he briskly trotted out to where the pale being once stood. To his surprise, there was not a single physical trace of the creature to be found.

    Somehow, Mortis’ trespasser failed to leave a single footprint for him to follow. There was only fresh, white snow where the being had stood, completely untainted by its running around.

    The superfiend knelt on the frozen ground, a clawed hand reaching forward to hover over the area where the creature had briefly stood. If it did not leave anything physical, maybe it left some sort of supernatural residue for him to trace. Green finger tips swept slowly over the snow’s surface, his talons a twitch away from slicing a neat wound into the pristine surface.

    Sure enough, psychic residue registered in his mind like a subtle pressure, the creature’s unseen fingerprint available for him to see. While the being was slippery enough in a mental way, the energy it left behind was potent and thick. It was almost reminiscent of an aura, the more he considered it. The moment he identified it, the reason why the horses had failed to pinpoint their intruder became somewhat clear. Their trespasser was a sort of spirit, a dark entity that could evade detection. He delved further into the psychic fingerprint, gathering as much as he could from the scrap of energy.

    He saw the forest and heard the chattering of teeth in its skull, red viscera painted its thoughts and hunger gnawed perpetually in its hollow belly. But above all, this thing oozed evil.

    Heavy foot steps thudded behind him through the howl of the winter storm, and a low snort registered in his senses. This time Angemort had come across him, the cowl-like structure of rotted flesh that wrapped around the top half of her skull flapping in the wind. Her head bowed low as she stopped next to Mortis, a detached sound of snuffing and sniffing could be heard as she investigated the area where her master knelt. One ragged ear flicked in his direction.

    I have found nothing.

    ”I expected asss much. We are dealing with sssome sssort of sspiritual entity. I am tempted to call it a demon, but it isss nothing like the devil Fear encountered in the lake town,” Mortis replied, rising to his feet. ”It wasss drawn here, mossst likely by my aura sssince it isss an evil sspirit. I only hope it isss only a wandering entity, and we do not have any in the woodsss behind the property.”

    The ghoul sighed, turning his skeletal snout in the direction of the entity’s retreat. Now that he had identified the entity, it was not so hard to track its movements. He could sense it lurking around the barn, likely waiting for him to go back inside so it could circle the house again. Angemort picked her head up to look where her Master was staring, both ears pricked in its direction as if straining to detect it herself.

    Are you afraid of them, Master?

    ”No, but I believe having to deal with a whole mob of agitated evil ssspiritsss would be a great damn annoyance. Thiss one likely isss ssshy becaussse it knowsss it isss alone, and its power isss lessser compared to mine.” The superfiend replied, his voice trailing off as if in thought.

    The wind howled around the both of them, the glittering white flakes of snow becoming a nearly impenetrable sheet as they rained down around them. The storm was picking up, almost as if it were in tune with the creature’s desire to remain undiscovered. Mortis rose to his feet, ancient joints creaking and popping with the action. In his mind he could detect the creature as it went on the move again, stalking around the barn; the massive edifice was nothing more than a blurry silhouette in the raging blizzard. It clung close to the walls, and slipped inside the open barn doors. Evidently it thought to seek shelter and hide itself among the hay.

    But in its desire to hide, the creature had flushed one of the residents of the farm from his roost. A great flapping of wings could be heard above the wind, and within moments, Ombre rocketed out of the dark and landed on Angemort’s shoulder. His feathers were fluffed in agitation, the condor understandably disturbed by the emaciated stranger that intruded upon his roost. He voiced his complaints to the sheep-skull headed superfiend in a quick series of raspy squawks and hissing. His head ducked beneath a wing briefly, preening anxiously. Angemort turned her massive skull towards the bird and gently nibbled upon the dark feathers that covered his back in an attempt at comforting the animal.

    ”Ssss... I sssuggessst you ssstay insside while I deal with this, ombre.” He rasped, stepping towards the back door. ”Come, you can ssstay with Woolie.” The undead offered, patiently.

    He slid open the glass door and beckoned the condor over with a talon. Ombre’s head tilted quizzically at the action, but understood what Mortis was asking of him. With a few nosily flaps, the bird dismounted from Angemort’s shoulder and took flight, slipping in through the opening and coming to land on the arm of the couch. In the same action he successfully startled Woolie off the far end of the seat, and she launched herself onto the floor with a distressed Baa!

    ”You two get along, ssstay away from the windowsss and doorsss.” He rasped in parting, before sliding the door shut with a hiss and a click of the latch.

    What are you going to do?

    Angemort snorted, one of her holey ears pointing towards the barn, her eye sockets upon Mortis as he walked over to her.

    ”I cannot let it ssstay in the barn,” He hissed, a small sigh escaping his empty ribs. ”Ssstay clossse to the barn, I am going to have a word with our visssitor...”

    With that, the undead marched his way through the snow, the wind battering his coat around so that it whipped in the wind. Angemort picked her head up and followed in behind him, ears pricked forward and alert as they drew near the barn.
    Just like the sliding door, there were no footprints in the snow that were left by the creature. The only signs of movement around the structure were the large, smeared hoofprints of the two mares as they had ran outside earlier. Mortis stepped up to the wide wooden doors, which creaked and swung noisily in the icy wind. A reek of decay and death blew out from within the dark recesses in a chilly breath, and with it an eerie, unsettling sensation that set the mare behind him on edge.

    It was an evil presence, a dark presence. Though it was reminiscent to Mortis’ own aura in some ways, there was no familiarity- it’s corruption was of a different nature than the retired Dark Judge. Mortis turned his skull to look back at Angemort briefly, he could already hear Samhain’s footsteps thundering towards them both as she came to apporach the barn as well.

    ”Ssstay here.” He hissed, and stepped inside.
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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by Universal NPC on Sun Jan 15, 2017 2:26 pm

    It had been expecting something else.

    The bitter malice drew it like flies to a carcass, the stink of corruption and decay hanging thick in the remnants of its skeletal nostrils. Certainly the sensation would have brought it to something more tantalizing. Something that would provide a temporary relief to the persistent, inescapable gnawing of hunger in its hollow belly. A few foolish adventurers that were stuck far away from home, where much of the food was fast asleep during the dead of winter. Perhaps even some arrogant hunter who had stupidly killed every morsel in the surrounding area for the sake of sport.

    Oh, but this one had the luck of coming across the territory of another malicious spirit. There was neither flesh to feed its insatiable appetite nor a feeble mortal mind to inhabit and manipulate. There was merely that thing, and its misleading presence. It could hear the horses pacing around the barn, it could feel as the source of that bitter, dark presence relentlessly made attempt after attempt to poke and prod into its own mind.

    Skeletal limbs froze in place where they sat crumpled and contorted in a jagged knot; an effort made to hide more easily among the hay bales.

    He was here. He was in the barn with it.

    ”Sssss...”

    It was hard to concentrate on keeping still with all the prodding and poking at its mind, undoubtedly the animal-skulled spirit’s attempt to flush it out. Whatever this entity was, he possessed powerful magic, greater than the creature as it sat huddled among the hay. Perhaps it once was some sort of elder?

    Thoughts raced through its mind, addled by both hunger and the incessant efforts of its pursuer. The tattered remains of a lip curled in frustration, and bony fingers, tipped with jagged, dirty claws rose to grip at the sides of its head. Focus, it urged, focus...

    It was cornered, it knew that the greater spirit was in here with it. There was only a scant amount of time it could spend hiding before it was found, and after that who knew what would happen. Could this entity be reasoned with? Was it wiser to simply take a chance in turning this chase into a confrontation? It needed more time to think...

    More time...




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    Effect: Hiding- Flip a coin, if HIT, the mysterious entity is found.
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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by Mortis on Sun Jan 15, 2017 7:05 pm

    Just like it was outside, there was little physical evidence that whatever had come to the barn had actually entered. The only signs of the undead superfiend's quarry being here were metaphysical, ethereal. That dark, malignant aura of rot and death only intensified as Mortis stepped further into the barn, his leathery soles crunching over the dirt floor.

    It was in here, he could read the distress of the creature as it tried to stay quiet and focus. Though he lacked the empathetic ability to know what exactly the being was feeling, to feel its frustration as it felt; he still knew it was indeed having its focus and patience tested. Fear mingled with the creature's corrupting aura, and while Mortis suspected by now this strange visitor would have ceased its attempts to block him out - whether it be from being overwhelmed or thinking its efforts futile- it strangely did not. He could still feel it frantically evading him, the way it blocked and whipped itself away from his probing mental tendrils.

    "Come out, tresspassser." Mortis rasped, "I know you are here, and there isss only one exit. Your effortsss are futile and only try my patience."

    His empty sockets developed a dull red glow in the dark of the barn, burning like coals as he swiveled his head this way and that, looking to catch a glimpse of it. His rigid steps came to a halt in the middle of the barn, and for a few moments the only sound was the wind howling and whipping the doors to bang against each other outside.

    "I do not like having my patience tried, you would not like when my patience isss tried." His gravelled voice called into the dark.

    Again, only the winter storm replied to his warning in its dry, lonesome moans.

    Very well, he decided. If this creature would not come out on its own, he would force it out. Immediately the ground darkened to a blighted black beneath his feet, corruption spreading in thin dark tendrils. Though the air was already chilly, the ghoul's aura- now amplified- plummeted the air inside the barn to an inhospitable freeze. Malice grew thick in the air, and the stink of decay prevailed with such density that it turned into a sickly flavor that clung to the tongue and throat, and burned like acid. Mortis stood there, maggots pooling around his feet in a squirming, pale mass that threatened to overtake his bony ankles. They both knew he was the better of the two malignant spirits, all he had to do was wait until his own presence overwhelmed and drove the other one mad.




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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by System on Sun Jan 15, 2017 7:05 pm

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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by Universal NPC on Sun Jan 15, 2017 7:46 pm

    Think... Think...

    The creature remained silent, its ears open as this entity, this greater dark spirit, ventured deeper into the barn. Hardly a single detail of the structure's interior was touched, not a shelf or grain of dirt out of place. It knew there was no trace of it being in here, it knew that tracking it in here was futile so long as it could keep up its barriers. Oh, and how it kept them up. Like a serpent it swayed this way and that, keeping just out of reach of the other spirit's prying mind.

    It was an exercise that the being was unaccustomed to, so long as it had ventured out through the wilderness it had not met another like the dark spirit that was hunting it now. It was used to the unfortunate traveler, the starving settler and lost hunter. It was used to their enfeebled minds, drained from hunger, senses dulled and warped from days and days of starvation. It was used to weakness.

    From its hiding place behind the hay bales, it shifted, the creak of its bones and joints muffled by the howling wind outside. Sunken, sickly eyes peeked over an edge of its cover, and otherworldly senses pierced through the pitch black that settled itself within the barn. He was just standing there, unmoving. Its bald, leathery brows furrowed.

    Threats were called into the dark upon a deep, graveled bass. It was trying his patience, it was being foolish for trying its patience.

    The being shifted back in its hiding place, settling in among the loose earth. It could keep him away for a few moments longer, but it only needed to keep this dark malignant being from finding it until he moved away from the door. But just as quickly as the creature grew confident, it felt the air grow dense and heavy. Rot, decay hung thick in the air, and the creature nearly felt as if the malice that surrounded it could be cut with a knife. The source, once again, was from the entity. It just needed to wait a little longer, it just needed to evade him for a few moments more, it just needed to keep out of sight...

    If only it could summon the focus.

    His presence, his loathsome aura, was incredibly distracting. Though it knew well that it had the power to do so, the will to do so was quickly and irrevocably divided. The other's presence clung to its mind as well as its body in the most uncomfortable of sensations, stifling its thoughts, suffocating its will. The urge to bolt was becoming a very tempting prospect. But, the being kept enough of its senses to stay put, to stay quiet.

    He could not keep this up forever, could he?




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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by Mortis on Mon Jan 16, 2017 10:28 am

    "You cannot hide forever." Mortis hissed, his skull was kept on a swivel as he looked around the darkened barn.

    To him, the inside of the building looked the same at night as it did in the day, every detail conveyed to his unnatural senses in crystal clarity. He could see the shelves had remained untouched and the dirt undisturbed by any footprints that the intruder could have left.

    Despite the creature's efforts to keep him out, he could detect the faintest trickles of thought as they leaked out of the being's mind. Evidently, this creature, whatever it was, had not expected to run across someone like Mortis all the way out here, and was unaccustomed to his caliber of supernatural entity. Perhaps the thoughts could be nothing more than bluffs to throw him off, to make him leave and consider it less than a possible threat... But the undead superfiend could not ignore the sincerity, the frustration in its pondering.

    But the undead had to admit, for such a weak, unprepared spirit, it certainly was capable in keeping him from getting a true lock on its thoughts. Even with his aura burdening its senses and distracting its focus, it managed to be just slippery enough to remain in his psychic peripherals.

    That alone made it dangerous to ignore.

    So the ghoul waited, maggots swarming about his clawed toes and putrid black corruption soaking itself into the floor around him. He waited and let the air grow thick with his presence. He waited... and he waited... and he waited.

    Yet this creature refused to make any move or lower its defenses.

    "Sssss..." The superfied hissed long and low. It was becoming clear that he would have to search and drag this being, kicking and screaming, out of hiding.

    That was fine, playing the waiting game was not one of his preferred methods. Maggots pooled in his footsteps as he approached a likely hiding place. A small pyramid stack of hay bales near the rear wall of the barn was a very simple cover, but could be surprisingly effective- at least in his judicial experience. If a sinner could seek cover within it like a common rat, certainly anything else could. Gnarled claws grasped where the thick twine criss-crossed upon the grassy cube, and pulled it aside.




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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by System on Mon Jan 16, 2017 10:28 am

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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by Universal NPC on Mon Jan 16, 2017 10:50 am

    No, it could not hide forever. But it did not need to hide forever. It only needed to hide until an opening was provided. Sickly eyes considered the barn door, which remained open and unlocked.

    There was a hiss, and its pursuer was on the move again. In the dark it could see the empty eye sockets, and the dull glow within them, focus upon a stack of hay bales. Wherever this entity moved, maggots sprung from the earth, and corruption followed with him. With every passing moment the idea of bolting for the door became all the more appealing. But it needed to be patient.

    It needed to wait for the right opportunity.

    As the sheep-skulled monster approached the hay, so to did the creature move. Spindly limbs crept close to the ground, its steps muffled to the point of silence with an otherworldly competence. Keeping out of sight, the emaciated, pale being crawled upon all fours to a new hiding place, staying behind a line of hay bales.




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    Effect: Hiding- Flip a coin, if HIT, the mysterious entity is found.
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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by Mortis on Mon Jan 16, 2017 11:31 am

    Decrepit fingers pulled aside the hay bale, and the undead superfiend was ultimately met with absolutely nothing. There was no creature waiting in the hay for him to find. Although, to think that it would let itself wait in the hay for him was foolish thought to have. Undoubtedly this thing had to be keeping track of him, while he was trying to keep track of it.

    He was failing to pick up any scraps that the being managed to leak despite its efforts to evade him. Though it considered the barn door, he could not detect its plans. Even so, the noise from it banging against the frame with every strong gust was difficult to ignore. At once, another gust came through the building, and the doors swung tightly shut. But in this case the wind did not come from the storm. In the same motion, the latch inexplicably snapped itself closed and effectively locked the doors. It was as if it had been guided by an unseen hand.

    There was no escape now, for either of them.

    He set the bale down upon the pile where found it, the grass crinkling softly. Mortis could still detect that it was in here, so it could not have run outside just yet. Thus, the undead superfiend kept his wits about him, and resumed his search. The howl of the winter storm outside was effectively muffled with the doors now closed, and the constant banging no longer could cover any clumsy movements his quarry could make. But even so, he figured that if the being could abstain from leaving footprints upon even the softest of freshly fallen snow, it could also muffle its movements entirely. Calloused, leathery feet shambled over to another stack of hay he had stockpiled for the winter, dry and diligently kept free of any pests and mold. This one had not been diminished with regular feeding like the last stack had been.

    This time, he took pause as he rummaged about the bales, lifting one of them with a rotten, green hand and looking behind them. If this being was keeping track of him while he was looking for it, and could manage to evade his means of locking onto its mind, perhaps it was time for a little more cunning. The barn, while he did not venture into it as often as he did the house, still was thick with his aura- perhaps even more so now that he was amplifying it.

    What would it do, he wondered, if it managed to see more than one of him rummaging through the barn?

    Focusing, the undead superfiend reached into the psychic imprint that clung to the barn walls. From its malignant depths, something grew agitated and emerged. It pulled itself out of the wooden slats, dark as night and skeletal. A low hiss poured from its sheep-skull, and its long overcoat hung loosely from its bones as it stepped onto the dirt floor. Mortis knew of this creature well, for it was none other than a shade; a side effect of his long months stayed upon this humble homestead. It was his own psychic energy, a ghostly copy that mirrored him cleverly but never completely.

    With a silent command he set it loose upon the inside of the barn, and it lurched to another side of the barn, its ghostly skull turning this way and that as it 'searched'. Even if it did not find anything, perhaps the pressure would be enough to spook the entity out of hiding.




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    Action: Manifesting a shade to help him search the barn, while he searches through the haybales.
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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by System on Mon Jan 16, 2017 11:31 am

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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by Universal NPC on Mon Jan 16, 2017 1:55 pm

    There was a loud snap of wood slapping against wood, and the creature glanced over towards the door from its hiding place. The door was shut, the way out was locked. With its only means of escape blocked off, it now was trapped in here with the sheep-skulled creature.

    Did it know it intended to escape? Perhaps and perhaps not. It looked back toward the dark spirit as it went to rummage through the hay bales again, this time the larger stack piquing his interest. Spidery fingers gripped the dirt floor as it stalked further away, thinking- or at least trying- to keep a safe amount of space between it and the seeking entity. In watching where it was creeping, and keeping an eye on the locked door, it never registered the second visage of the decaying creature that pulled itself out of the barn wall.

    Pale skin silently brushed against dried grass, its cover of hay had stopped. The path of cover had brought it to a corner. One route lead back to the creature that searched through the hay, the other, which went over the bales, lead it to the ramp that went up to the loft.

    It managed to formulate a plan through the overwhelming presence that the other spirit exuded. Perhaps if it went up there, it could stay until the being left it alone. Long limbs climbed over the hay, not a single crunch or crinkle of the feed could be heard beneath its ghostly movements. Over the bales, down the stack, and then onto the ground.

    Sickly eyes glanced over at the sheep-skulled creature. He did not see it.

    Confident that it would not be discovered, the skeletal creature turned its attention back towards the ramp. It froze upon seeing the way blocked by a wall of pitch black. It rippled like cloth, suggesting a solid body beneath it. The owner was none other than the sheep-skulled creature, which glared down at it with an empty, skeletal grin.

    Its thoughts screamed at it. Run, fight, do something!

    Any and all effort to remain concealed was tossed aside like a thin cloak. It did away with its mental weaving and slithering, gone was its meticulous focus to remain quiet. With a sickening series of pops and snaps it rose from its contorted, animal-like position upon the floor. From its bloody mouth, the creature unleashed a roar so terrible as to knock over even the sturdiest of men, and shake the barn's very walls.

    HWWOAAAAARGGGH!




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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by System on Mon Jan 16, 2017 1:55 pm

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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by Mortis on Mon Jan 16, 2017 4:01 pm

    In an instant, the intruder's nature flipped completely. Mental barriers and evasive efforts dropped aside, like the being had flung away a tarp from its psyche. Every intent was laid bare and raw for Mortis to read. Its thoughts were a fury, desires to flee and to fight collided in electric bursts. It's identity was there for him to learn, yet it was completely unfamiliar to anything the undead superfiend had encountered thus far; on both Deadworld and in Mega City One.

    He could distinctly detect that the creature was directly behind him. Mortis firmly gripped a hay bale that he had been checking behind in one hand, and swiftly turned. The undead's eye sockets had been timely enough to witness as the creature opened its ragged mouth wide and unleashed a hellish howl. The barn walls shook, the air in his host vibrated, and the shade was effectively yelled to pieces. The last glimpse he saw of it, was of the apparition raising its arms as if to shield itself, before shattering into a fine wisp of black smoke.

    That alone was likely going to confuse it for a moment, Mortis quickly deduced. Perhaps long enough for him to disable it. Seeking his opportunity, Mortis flung the hay bale at the creature.




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    Action: Throwing a hay bale at the creature.


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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by System on Mon Jan 16, 2017 4:01 pm

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    Re: Faces In The Dark

    Post by Universal NPC on Mon Jan 16, 2017 4:55 pm

    The creature's sunken eyes widened as the sheep-skulled being shattered and dissipated like smoke. The being that had been hunting it, he simply faded! Confusion and uncertainty briefly contested between the other within the emaciated creature's thoughts. On one side, it had bested its pursuer, but on the other it was incredibly suspicious that something that could be considered its better had simply folded over with such ease.

    The fact that its aura was still thick in the air did not help matters either, nor was that heavy, compressing weight that pressed itself against its thoughts. He was still here, He and his strange, terrible magic.

    A deep whoosh of something heavy being flung snapped the being out of its brief moment of thought, and the creature turned just in time to see a hay bale flying straight for it. In the blink of an eye, it had ducked away from the projectile, forcing its pale body into a crouch upon the dirt floor. The bale rocketed past it and crashed loudly into the doors , sending them in a shuddering dance from the impact as the bale landed heavily upon the ground in front of them. Jagged, black claws dug themselves into the loose earth, and the being's brow furrowed as its eyes pierced the dark and saw him.

    It's pursuer was standing in front of the hay bales, right where the one bale had come flying from. He had tricked him,  the creature realized. Somehow, this spirit, this malignant entity had the magic produce more than on of himself. Now, he had flushed it out of hiding, both physically and mentally. Its only saving grace was that he had never come across anything like the spidery, ashen-skinned creature before. Sickly eyes squinted at that knowledge, it was a small boon. One that it would keep close to its chest.

    Perhaps this sheep-skull headed entity was as naive as he was ignorant.

    "Congratulations. It is not everyday that I am fooled," The creature's voice was like the winter wind; cold, dry, and hollow. "You possess impressive magic, brother. To be in two places at once is a skill that would make many envious. Where did you learn it?"

    It rose from the floor with a series of sickening pops and snaps, standing upon its two rangy legs once again. Though its eyes lacked any supernatural glow or off putting shine, the being's stare was impossible to ignore as it looked the sheep-skulled being over. The both of them were nearly matched in height.




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