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[tsundullahan]

No! You're not getting your hands on me!

[If anyone's within the vicinity, they might think they've heard something- a disembodied voice that echoes through their mind like a fading dream, an angry shout that can send chills down anyone's spine

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[heardramonasing]

[Though the help was unneeded..

There's an eerie, almost electronic hum ringing through the air behind Celty. If she happens to turn around, she'll see Scott Pilgirm walking towards her. With a hand reached into his chest (yes, REACHED IN), the young man withdraws a glowing blue blade out from his person. Swinging the blade forward, Scott offers the cyclist a smirk before standing next to her at the ready.]

"For a while I thought I was going crazy, but it seems like there are things that go bump in the night roaming the streets. Feel like having a "hero" lend a hand?"

[tsundullahan]

[The woman whips around at that sound, raising her scythe in preparation-

Only to see it isn't another alien at all. At least, not of the extra terrestrial sort. She stares as the boy brandishes a blade...from his chest.

She decides she can't really question it. She can form a weapon out of practically nothing, so who's to question a guy pulling a sword out of his gut. Besides, she realizes she's more relieved for that someone's here with her.

Her phone appears almost magically with such a simple flick of her wrist.]

[[A hero's just what I need right now. Thank you, Scott.]]

[She lifts her helmet as she makes out the shapes in the growing darkness that start to converge upon their point, and she can't help but cringe. So many of them...!]

[[-here they come!]]

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[His hands grip tighter on his blade, lowering it to point towards the oncoming assault.

Even with the uncertainty of just what was going to attack them, Scott stood firm, moving slightly closer to Celty to cover her back.

Perhaps it was a poor excuse to be next to her, but nevertheless, Scott now fights alongside the mysterious rider.]

[tsundullahan]

[It might almost be laughable, what finally does step into the lamplight. Aliens, quite obviously, as depicted on many a television show and illustrations. They were numerous however, and those black, lidless eyes are eerie enough when you have dozens of them staring at you.

They move, encircling the two.

Celty's put her phone away- she needs a good grip on her scythe, which she holds at the ready. Once they get within range, she steps forward to swing.]

((OOC: Any of them that Scott attacks will still get back up- since it's Celty's fear, they'll only really be gotten rid of by her hand. Doesn't mean Scott can't hit them though.))

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[tempervale_npc]

Celty. How flattering that you think so.

In this case, I suppose you'd be right.

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[tsundullahan]

[[I'm not sure whether to really be relieved at knowing that or not. But in that case, mind explaining what's going on? Usually there's a trigger to these things, and if not the Interloper, then it's their guests.

The things people fear are coming to life- another one of your games?]]

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[tempervale_npc]

[He inclines his head.] Your logic is sound; I can't fault you on it.

And not a game. Think of it more as a test, hmm? And really then, it's not our creating. These things are yours.

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[tsundullahan]

[[A test on what grounds? Ah- no, I guess the reasons wouldn't be as different as they have always been, would they?

....I'm not much in the mood for word games. All right, so they come from us. They aren't intangible once they pass the mirrors, and they're not indestructible, but they keep coming. Is there a limit to them, or will I have to break every mirror in this city?]]

[Because she's fed up with aliens, dangit.]