Event || The Night of the Thirteen Moogles

[melodiesmods]

Characters: All the Heroes of Light.
Where: Aqures Ixen.
When: October 31st, Evening
Summary: The Night of the Thirteen Moogles is here at last! Will the undead hordes triumph and bring about the evil reign of King Moggle Mog? Or will the Ghostbusters reiterate their success from last year and definitely put to rest the evil King and his loyal Moogles?
Warning: Horror, Battles, Moogles.

Mingle Thread
Of KUPOs and WEAPONs
The Hedgehog and the Moogle
King Moggle Mog 2.0
?O?M?E?G?A?

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[shepherd_prince]

[His vacant pale eyes don't hold so much as a glimmer of recognition. He stretches out his arm, gnarled fingers twitching and jerking as he reaches for her even though she's still several yards away. His stumbling quickens as his eagerness to reach her intensifies.]

Hngh.......graaaagh.......

[Falchion falls from his nerveless hand to clatter noisily on the streets. There's no way the real Chrom would ever give up his favorite sword, nor treat it so callously.]

[grandsummon]

( recoiling further, this situation just seems to be going from bad to worse. this was the third anniversary of this night, where zombies and other supernatural things roamed about, but to find a friend in such a state...

the mismatched colours of her eyes widen further as his sword hits the ground, mistaking it for some show of peace, a glimmer of hope that he can somehow tell it's her, and that she means no harm... )

Sir Chrom! ( her guard lowers just so slightly as she starts to reach out... ) It's me. It Yuna. It's going to be all right. I can help you...!

[shepherd_prince]

[Chrom reaches back, the corners of his mouth peeling back in a silent snarl. But he doesn't seem to be going for her hands. Instead he lunges for the summoner's slender throat, trying to wrap his fingers around her windpipe and squeeze with supernatural strength. The only urge that seems to bubble to the surface of his consciousness is the knowledge that this Hero of Light must die.]

[grandsummon]

Gck—! ( it's the sound of the last breath she took, trapped beneath his hands. a blue eye closes as he squeezes, a green one staying locked on him. she grasped her staff with both hands, shakily bringing it upwards between them.

all the while, she focused in on those milky white eyes. the warmth of sir chrom's lost somewhere beneath them... )

I... fri...t ( it's more of a mouthing than words— and with a blast between them the fiery beast materializes from its glyph, claws aiming to push chrom back as he lunged forward. )

NO NOT AGAIN!

[shepherd_prince]

[Chrom should be more alarmed at the utterance of that one single name, knowing the element he's about to tangle with once again. But it isn't until the flaming horned beast emerges that there's any sort of reaction at all, and even then, it's just a flicker of his brow.]

[Or maybe that's just his eyebrows being singed.]

[Whatever the case, it's enough to force him to loosen his grip on Yuna's throat as he staggers back, staring numbly up at this enormous being.]

[Then he mindlessly staggers toward it, jaw yawning open with his teeth bared as he prepared to take a big bite of flaming Eidolon. It might not end well for him.]