II. (Action/Backdated/Shroomfield)
[OOC: WARNING for minor gore and general creepiness. However, approaching him should be pretty harmless. If you dare.]
A. Action
[It's getting later by now, the sun almost gone. Shadows are moving in and crowding the sidewalks -- there's one, however, that progresses steadily and unmistakably from streetlight to streetlight to streetlight.
It's dragging something behind it, slowly and inexorably.]
Isn't this lucky? [The voice dispells any ghostliness -- it's warm and alive and pleased.] Now that I'm human, you guys aren't afraid of me any more. Of course, I've still got to work harder even if the problem's gone away for now. I'm sure there's something I can do about my aura even as a human.
[Anon pauses in his wanderings, turning back to his 'companion'.] What should I call you? I've never thought about it. You're not exactly a normal pet, so I'll have to make it something special.
--I don't know! Should I call you Robert for now? [The laughter that follows is suddenly colder. He turns away and starts up their stroll again with a cruel jerk. A low hum serenades the rest of his journey.
Behind him, the torn and brightly-stained corpse of Kagamine Rin follows, perfectly obedient.]
B. 2240 Stevens Road
[There's a dark stain traveling up the walk and into the front hallway. It continues in an almost perfectly unbroken stroke right on up to one of the bedrooms.
Seated on the floor here, Anon examines his 'pet' with a steady thoroughness reminiscent of concern. If you were to examine him more closely, however, you might notice that most of the haze has already cleared from his eyes.
He seems, almost, aware of exactly what he's doing as he methodically digs into the corpse with one of the kitchen knives.]
You know... You sing pretty well too! Robert. ♪
A. Action
[It's getting later by now, the sun almost gone. Shadows are moving in and crowding the sidewalks -- there's one, however, that progresses steadily and unmistakably from streetlight to streetlight to streetlight.
It's dragging something behind it, slowly and inexorably.]
Isn't this lucky? [The voice dispells any ghostliness -- it's warm and alive and pleased.] Now that I'm human, you guys aren't afraid of me any more. Of course, I've still got to work harder even if the problem's gone away for now. I'm sure there's something I can do about my aura even as a human.
[Anon pauses in his wanderings, turning back to his 'companion'.] What should I call you? I've never thought about it. You're not exactly a normal pet, so I'll have to make it something special.
--I don't know! Should I call you Robert for now? [The laughter that follows is suddenly colder. He turns away and starts up their stroll again with a cruel jerk. A low hum serenades the rest of his journey.
Behind him, the torn and brightly-stained corpse of Kagamine Rin follows, perfectly obedient.]
B. 2240 Stevens Road
[There's a dark stain traveling up the walk and into the front hallway. It continues in an almost perfectly unbroken stroke right on up to one of the bedrooms.
Seated on the floor here, Anon examines his 'pet' with a steady thoroughness reminiscent of concern. If you were to examine him more closely, however, you might notice that most of the haze has already cleared from his eyes.
He seems, almost, aware of exactly what he's doing as he methodically digs into the corpse with one of the kitchen knives.]
You know... You sing pretty well too! Robert. ♪