[Your communicator begins to issue a dull buzzing sound, spluttering like a wet candle. Weird, hadn’t you turned it off for the night ( Read more... )

[ People have gone missing...and this event is to be expected. A strangeling approaches the called. Quietly, with out much notice until it gets particularly close, that fear closing in on your spine.

Hiccup and Helga.

An Axe is presented for you both]

Astrid

[For James. Dangling out of one of it's hands is a jade captains knot...]

Elizabeth

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[There's a particular chill in the air tonight, and it isn't just the winter cold. Soft murmurs may be heard in the hallway, drifting in and out of your hearing, most will ignore them ( Read more... )

[In the dark misty morning, the sound slowly subsides and ebbs... and until a quiet comes... it's a calming but almost unsettling silence which overcomes the academy ( Read more... )

[The fence continues to flicker defiantly against the mist. It may come as a small comfort to those who are on the outside... waiting for some sort of respite ( Read more... )

[Happy New Years Eve Disney Academy. You’ll probably notice a sudden lightness, like the feeling when you free fall. Nothing is especially different or special outside. But everyone feels it, that sudden inexplicable giddiness...

Perhaps it’s just the booze.]

[That feeling of dread, and the cold seeping into your bones is because of only one thing.
But you know that by now.

To Ariel it appears, and it holds something shiny in its hands. Like it knows she would be interested. After all, they’ve met before.

It reveals the item; a flute. And if it could it would be grinning.]

…Eric

[Mulan will know this feeling. Very well. But for Elizabeth, it's a new sensation.
That faint, creeping sensation of something being lost. Something you held dearly.

It approaches, silently as always, draped in its hands is a streak of red. Bright against the dark it brings. And it whispers one thing and one thing only as it holds out the cape.]

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[The air is thick and heavy with moisture. However, something else is riding the air. Something wicked.

Tulio will be the only soul to know its source tonight.

It stands before him, head bent and holding something in its outstretched palm.
A hand puppet - in the very likeness of a gypsy, limp as a rag doll.]

Clopin

[They may be asleep, or contemplating the day. Or working out of frustration. But they will both receive the same message.

From it.

It appears, in a darkened corner, and ghosts its way closer. After all it has something to show them. A helmet. And it only whispers one thing, in a broken little voice.]

Hiccup