[accidental video]
[the apartment at 305 Horton is dark. Because it's night, obviously. But there's something else about the darkness tonight; something sinister. Something moving.]
Hey, boss.
[pinpricks of light appear. Eyes.]
Yeah, boss.
[more of them. Two pairs come closer, but there are a dozen in the back. Two dozen.]
We gotta talk, boss.
Things ain't goin' so well.
All this community organizin' and playin' nice...
[the speakers are close enough now for their forms to be vaguely visible. They're spindly, small, but sharp and full of teeth and claws. And they're not happy.]
You're like a damn cookie mom!
[another one comes in from the side. Bigger.]
's the matter, big guy? Lost your mojo?
We gotta do somethin' about this, Jackie.
Yeah. The boys are gettin'....
hungry.
[Finally, a familiar voice comes on.]
Get outta here.
[the creatures press closer, tighter. There are scores of them.]
Can't, Jackie.
We stay with you.
Because that's what we are.
That's what you are.
[an arm sweeps out. Some of the smaller ones scatter, but the eyes become narrowed.]
And don't go forgettin' what you are, Jackie.
'Cause that day comes...
we'll be here to remind you.
[the arm comes again, but this time with a dark energy around it, an armor. It jumps off onto the creatures and Jackie's back comes into view as he throws a punch at his minions. They finally dissipate, with flashes of writhing dark, a squeal or two from the small and the close.
The man you know as Jackie turns towards the communicator, wrapped up in his unholy armor. His eyes are glowing - again the only light in the room - and they narrow at the unwanted audience before a hand reaches out to turn it off.
Click.]
[ooc: THE PLOT THICKENS?
I'll also be posting some stuff for the town meeting followup later loves~ kiss kiss!]
Hey, boss.
[pinpricks of light appear. Eyes.]
Yeah, boss.
[more of them. Two pairs come closer, but there are a dozen in the back. Two dozen.]
We gotta talk, boss.
Things ain't goin' so well.
All this community organizin' and playin' nice...
[the speakers are close enough now for their forms to be vaguely visible. They're spindly, small, but sharp and full of teeth and claws. And they're not happy.]
You're like a damn cookie mom!
[another one comes in from the side. Bigger.]
's the matter, big guy? Lost your mojo?
We gotta do somethin' about this, Jackie.
Yeah. The boys are gettin'....
hungry.
[Finally, a familiar voice comes on.]
Get outta here.
[the creatures press closer, tighter. There are scores of them.]
Can't, Jackie.
We stay with you.
Because that's what we are.
That's what you are.
[an arm sweeps out. Some of the smaller ones scatter, but the eyes become narrowed.]
And don't go forgettin' what you are, Jackie.
'Cause that day comes...
we'll be here to remind you.
[the arm comes again, but this time with a dark energy around it, an armor. It jumps off onto the creatures and Jackie's back comes into view as he throws a punch at his minions. They finally dissipate, with flashes of writhing dark, a squeal or two from the small and the close.
The man you know as Jackie turns towards the communicator, wrapped up in his unholy armor. His eyes are glowing - again the only light in the room - and they narrow at the unwanted audience before a hand reaches out to turn it off.
Click.]
[ooc: THE PLOT THICKENS?
I'll also be posting some stuff for the town meeting followup later loves~ kiss kiss!]