Pre-Emptive Strike
Who: Neo Strega
When: November 26, Monday, Dark Hour
Where: Neo Strega House
Rating: PG... but then, this isn't where the action happens.
Warnings: Evil... distilled to an essence.
Summary: The members of SEES had been leading the good life: safe, engrossed in their lives during the day, and in their powers during the night. Before them, Shadows fell and Apathy retreated. They thought their position secure. They thought themselves alone in the Dark.
Time to prove them wrong.
He had watched them play. Watched them frolic. Watched them fill their hearts and minds with the minutiae of daily affairs as if romance and grades, food and leisure were their only concerns. He'd watched them fence with Shadows like it was a game, heedless of the legacy in blood that they trod upon, of the stained hands that held the rudder of their destiny, hands that had never been washed, never been cleansed. Onward they charged, blindly, heedlessly, like it was all some grand game.
"... Our hour is not a game," the Revenant said, addressing his kindred, his tools, his weapons. Each of them dangerous, each of them lost, each of them more than capable of rebellion. But such was the breed of True Human which deserved to inherit the earth... the kind which ceased destiny and brought it crashing to the ground, subjugated it for their benefit then beheaded it for their amusement.
"Our hour is not safe..." Aoba continued, his eyes sweeping their faces, each with a past, a hurt, a torment inflicted by the world upon them all unwilling. These Humans would not forget. Would not forgive.
"It is time they were appraised of this fact... It is time that they learned to fear the Dark... learned that there are more frightening things than Shadows... learned that nothing is free... that nothing is forgiven."
He laid down four masks on the table - for one of their number already had his own - and took another in his hands. They were masks ripped from the Shadows that lurked at the bottom of Tartarus, the minor puddles of black that so easily fell to his tender ministrations. While each had its own peculiar coloration, Aoba's was the color of old iron.
"They will always suspect," he said first to the three former SEES members, but then addressed them all, "But they will never be certain who you are."
Aoba placed three more things on the table - three pictures, faces familiar to all but Nori.
Takeshi. Ellie. Tori.
"One for every pair of visits to Tartarus... and one for every single visit from now on. Maim if you must, but do not kill - these send a message."
He put on the mask, and the eyes that glittered from within were colder than the alien facade itself.
"This is no hour for the meek."
[[OOC: Ellie, Takeshi and Tori (and Penny) are in the sights of Neo Strega! For maximum flexibility, lets say the ambushes happen at different times of the Dark Hour, so all Neo Strega can choose to be involved in the attack on each victim. Former SEES, feel free to talk to the victims - you have a message to deliver after all. No need to disguise your voice, but don't identify yourselves. Aoba just doesnt want SEES to be CERTAIN its you guys. (So yes you can use your personas).
Let her rip guys, and lets do this good - when the war begins in earnest, this will be seen as the first salvo. Make it something to remember ^^]]
[EDIT: Made the date the 26th so that this is currently the 'latest' post. ]]
When: November 26, Monday, Dark Hour
Where: Neo Strega House
Rating: PG... but then, this isn't where the action happens.
Warnings: Evil... distilled to an essence.
Summary: The members of SEES had been leading the good life: safe, engrossed in their lives during the day, and in their powers during the night. Before them, Shadows fell and Apathy retreated. They thought their position secure. They thought themselves alone in the Dark.
Time to prove them wrong.
He had watched them play. Watched them frolic. Watched them fill their hearts and minds with the minutiae of daily affairs as if romance and grades, food and leisure were their only concerns. He'd watched them fence with Shadows like it was a game, heedless of the legacy in blood that they trod upon, of the stained hands that held the rudder of their destiny, hands that had never been washed, never been cleansed. Onward they charged, blindly, heedlessly, like it was all some grand game.
"... Our hour is not a game," the Revenant said, addressing his kindred, his tools, his weapons. Each of them dangerous, each of them lost, each of them more than capable of rebellion. But such was the breed of True Human which deserved to inherit the earth... the kind which ceased destiny and brought it crashing to the ground, subjugated it for their benefit then beheaded it for their amusement.
"Our hour is not safe..." Aoba continued, his eyes sweeping their faces, each with a past, a hurt, a torment inflicted by the world upon them all unwilling. These Humans would not forget. Would not forgive.
"It is time they were appraised of this fact... It is time that they learned to fear the Dark... learned that there are more frightening things than Shadows... learned that nothing is free... that nothing is forgiven."
He laid down four masks on the table - for one of their number already had his own - and took another in his hands. They were masks ripped from the Shadows that lurked at the bottom of Tartarus, the minor puddles of black that so easily fell to his tender ministrations. While each had its own peculiar coloration, Aoba's was the color of old iron.
"They will always suspect," he said first to the three former SEES members, but then addressed them all, "But they will never be certain who you are."
Aoba placed three more things on the table - three pictures, faces familiar to all but Nori.
Takeshi. Ellie. Tori.
"One for every pair of visits to Tartarus... and one for every single visit from now on. Maim if you must, but do not kill - these send a message."
He put on the mask, and the eyes that glittered from within were colder than the alien facade itself.
"This is no hour for the meek."
[[OOC: Ellie, Takeshi and Tori (and Penny) are in the sights of Neo Strega! For maximum flexibility, lets say the ambushes happen at different times of the Dark Hour, so all Neo Strega can choose to be involved in the attack on each victim. Former SEES, feel free to talk to the victims - you have a message to deliver after all. No need to disguise your voice, but don't identify yourselves. Aoba just doesnt want SEES to be CERTAIN its you guys. (So yes you can use your personas).
Let her rip guys, and lets do this good - when the war begins in earnest, this will be seen as the first salvo. Make it something to remember ^^]]
[EDIT: Made the date the 26th so that this is currently the 'latest' post. ]]