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[onmyowntwofeet]

I read in a book here that it's traditional to tell ghost stories at campfires while on summer camp. Should we do that? The fires seemed to appear out of nowhere

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[inpignation]

I think we need a tent or few to hide in while doing it.

[onmyowntwofeet]

So that we can jump out and scare people?

[inpignation]

Hey, hey! It's how this stuff works, huh-- well, I suppose it might've been the cold back home, at that.

[onmyowntwofeet]

It is very cold while travelling. Especially in the snow!

Should we start telling stories now or wait or someone else to come?

[inpignation]

Hah, hey! If the counselors all told you what to do it'd be a real boring place, right? Go for it as you like, right?

[onmyowntwofeet]

I don't think the counsellors ever tell us what to do.

[inpignation]

Hah, that's what I like to hear! Gloopy thing on a stick?

[onmyowntwofeet]

Sure! And I'll start.

This was when I was learning to be a Paladienne - all the earthbound dead would tell me stories. One was about a boy - well, he was almost an adult - and he was looking for something. He didn't know what, just that he had to find it. One day, because he wasn't paying attention, he was killed. But still he hadn't found what he was looking for. So every day, he would wander the streets, looking for something.

[darkasthe]

*SPEAKING OF SOMEONE WANDERING, LOOKING FOR SOMETHING. j-just trying to ninja on by*

[onmyowntwofeet]

*senses ... tingling*

I-it must just be the story!

[inpignation]

Pretty chilling, huh. But let me tell you, there's this real nasty ghost lurking around our capital; the Masked Madman of Malkuth, right? He only ever shows up on nights like these, and all any witnesses can remember is seeing a disembodied face in the dark... bright white and floating, and nothing else-- but the glint of a knife!

[darkasthe]

...

*sneaaaaaaking through the woods*

[onmyowntwofeet]

Then what happened?

[inpignation]

Those who live to tell the tale only tell of two things: those black, empty eyes and the swing of a disembodied knife. What they don't know is that they've been marked: the night of the next full moon...

[onmyowntwofeet]

They join the Masked Madman of Malkuth in his reign of terror?

[inpignation]

[surreptitious]

Nearly right, but not quite, huh. At night, when they're least expecting it...