vatheon | Life's no fun without a good scare

It starts some time around 3am, Tuesday morning. Thin whispers of fog start appearing all throughout Vatheon, creeping through the narrow, winding streets, up the steps, and over the park. It starts in the lower district, but as the night progresses and daylight approaches, it spreads to the other districts as well, growing thicker and thicker as it does. By the morning rolls around, the mist is thick enough that visibility has been compromised greatly, and the temperature seems to have dropped a few degrees, an odd chill filling the air.

And on the walls, there are stains.

They are infrequent at first, just a odd ruddy brown smear and a oddly bright red drop here and there, but the closer to the Plaza, the more numerous they become. There is a large smear across the steps leading up to the Plaza, as if something big was dragged up them. In one place the blood -- for it is blood, there is no deny it at this point -- pools thickly as if whoever was responsible took a casual break there, leaving the poor victim to bleed out on the steps.

On the plaza, the mist is thinner, but that is no relief. Rather, it just functions to make the gruesome scene all the more clearer.

A woman is draped upside down on the coral. Or, well, woman. It was once a woman, certainly, but now it is nothing more than something straight out of a nightmare. The flesh seems to have been torn carelessly from her limbs here and there, showing the white gleam of her bones, her nurse outfit torn as if raked apart by giant claws and her head...

well, it isn't there anymore.

The ground in front of her is smeared with blood as well. But where the previous smears had been accidental, these are deliberate, long lines curving and meeting to spell out

hel pm e

But no help had been forthcoming, clearly. No, it seems that this murder, this brutal murder, was nothing more than a game to whoever did it. The walls of the buildings surrounding the plaza are coated in bloody, spelling out a long string of mocking 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA's and directly in the center, behind the coral.

Who is next?

The notice board seems to have been hit too. The killer did not tear down any of the notices on the board already, but they did cover the entire board with blood-stained sheets of paper, each adorned with the same text over and over and over again.

Chop chop, sweet Charlotte Chop chop till she's dead Chop chop, sweet Charlotte Chop off her hand and head.

For those brave enough to check, no, the poor girl still has both her hands. Was the killer just sloppy, or does this mean this is not Charlotte? So many unanswered questions, more born every passing moment.

Who had done this? Why? Where they going to strike again? And why had nobody heard anything?

[ooc note: Consider this your mingle log. Have fun, go forth, threadjack.

And as a further note, the fog does not seem to be clearing up as the week goes on.

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There's a difference between caring and just being simply interested. Don't you think?

Nope. There isn't because being interested is a form of caring.

I guess you could argue that.

[He doesn't seem to feel like arguing it himself. Instead, he turns more entirely to face the boy.]

So, I don't really recognize you. Have a name?

My name is Pharos. I arrived here for my third visit yesterday.

Third visit?

[Huh.]

Well it's nice to meet you, Pharos. I'm Orihara Izaya. I'm sure I'll talk to you plenty more in the future. You seem kinda...interesting.

I live in the Volo dorms.

[ with Minato ♥ ]

Stop by anytime.

[Oh and he picks up on that pretty quickly. His eyes brighten suddenly.]

My, thank you for the invitation. Very kind of you. I think I'll do that. See ya 'round, Pharos.

[He turns to leave before he hesitates- just a step.]

Tell Minato-kun I said hi~.

[God damn all those kids had a same kind of look to them. That's where he recognized Pharos from. Huh.]

[ and then his smile widens

oh he's not letting you leave just yet, Izaya ]

You know Minato?

[ the smile is wide, for all intents and purposes he looks friendly!

but his eyes -- his eyes scream danger. ]

[Well luckily for Pharos, Izaya's a pretty chatty guy so that's just fine. He stops but doesn't turn around completely, just his head.]

Yeah. We're....pretty good friends, I guess you could say.

[Yeah that's one word for it. His eyes do shift a bit and his smirk becomes a little darker.]

He's awfully fun company.

[Yeah, Izaya picks up on that but doesn't really seem to care. Whether or not he takes the kid seriously doesn't matter. Threats don't usually bother him.]

And I do love him quite a lot.

[ :D :D :D ]

The next time you touch Minato, you will die.

[ and giving a friendly wave!!! ]

Because... [ his smile drops and he looks off to the side for a moment, voice... low? sad? hollow. ] I'm not afraid to kill.

[ And then the smile returns. ]

I'll be seeing you, Orihara Izaya.

[THIS IS CLEARLY THE BATTLE OF WHO CAN SMILE MORE :DDDD]

Aw, that's so rude!

[All of the giggling. All of it.]

Yeah, yeah. You and some of his other friends. But what you and his other friends don't seem to get is that I don't play with my toys twice. I get bored too quickly. I have no interest in hurting Minato.

[He pouts.]

And why would you make such a horrible conclusion about me anyway?

[Yeah not going away yet.]

Because I've seen it.

[ he points to his temple with his finger ]

I've seen everything that's happened to Minato here. I'm... always with Minato.

Minato is my everything.

[ and then dropping his hand, he disappears before reappearing behind Izaya, holding his hand up to his back but not touching ]

And in turn, if you touch him once more -- I will destroy you.

[He watches this all play out with a calm demeanor, looking amused but a bit more subtly so. He doesn't bother to turn around.

Instead, he keeps his head forward.]

Like I said.

[He finally looks over his shoulder and the smile is finally gone. Instead, he looks completely distant, indifferent. Cold.]

I don't care about Minato anymore. Not like that. I'm done with him. You missed that train a while ago. I'm not lying. If I am, then you can expect to find me later, hm? I have bigger fish to fry.

[He turns around slowly and stares down at the kid.]

I've been threatened before by Minato's cute friends. He has some really weirdly obsessive ones. What, are you in love with him or something? Ha. Well. Anyway.

Believe me or not, I don't care. I'm not really worried since I really don't have any more plans for him any more. But I liked your dramatic performance. Really impressive.

Good.

[ Pharos nods then, holding out a hand -- the smile still there ]

Nice to meet you then.

[ He doesn't particularly care about any of the other "friends" of Minato. No, they're not important at all.

... But with his emotions at such a forefront and the smell of death in the air -- if you do shake his hand, Izaya, you might see something like this for a moment instead of the boy in front of you.

But that's all if you shake his hand. ]

[He stares at the boy's offered hand with an unreadable expression before he plainly grabs it and gives a steady shake.

He doesn't even flinch but his look only becomes further blank.

He release's the boy's hand after a moment and stares before a smile quirks up at the corner of his mouth.]

I've always had such an affinity for monsters. See ya around, kid.

[Annnnd he's just going to raise his finger and poke it a little hard right into Pharos' forehead.]

Try to keep your human paranoid down. It's so unfitting of a creature like yourself. Actually even a little disgusting if you ask me.

[He's going to walk away now okay yeeey.]

Creature like myself? You must be mistaken.

[ just smiles and smiles and smiles ]

I'm simply me.

[ and giving a wave ]

I think this conversation is over.

Life's no fun without a good scare

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