Event || The Night of the Thirteen Moogles

[melodiesmods]

Characters: Everyone!
Where: Aqures Ixen (Old Observatory, others).
When: Night from the 31st of October to the 01st of November.
Summary: Midnight is approaching, ghosts are everywhere and clouds are slowly gathering above the old observatory... What does it all mean? This post is open to all characters, there are no sign-ups for this.
Warning: The destructor has come.

Mingle || Before Midnight
Confrontation || Midnight
The Cursed Heroes
King Moggle Mog XIV

Comments

[bright_and_blue]

Graham had a tendency to blow through his energy fast since he arrived, still not quite accustomed on how to pace his Job skills. In response to Rukia's question, Graham hefts his big wrench over his shoulder, and gives her a thumbs up before confidently stating, "I'm exhausted!" But he shrugs, then begins to toss his wrench up and down as per his usual habit.

"These ghosts are anywhere and everywhere! It's never-ending. I think it must be everyone who's ever died in this world. They're not too keen on going back. Who would? I wouldn't. What if the afterlife here is boring, or terrible, and they would rather stay here? Is it right of us to send them back? Life is difficult enough, perhaps then the afterlife is even heavier. I tried asking one, but it attacked me instead. So I had to attack it back! And many many many many others. None of them wanted to talk!"

Too bad talking never seemed to exhaust Graham.

[acceptedoblivion]

"Wouldn't know if it means anything here, but the one I saw wasn't so great." He shrugged. "They didn't seem like much for conversation to find out."

Despite his nonchalance, he couldn't help but be concerned more from a tactical standpoint. If Graham faltered due to a lack of stamina at a crucial moment, he wouldn't be able to help him with his skills. "Sure you can handle yourself?"

[damn_juicebox]

Rukia glanced at the sky. It was difficult to estimate the time with the clouds blocking the moon and stars so thoroughly, but she knew they had at least a couple of hours before the designated meeting.

"We have time," she said, turning to lead the way toward the Fire Crystal. "You can probably take a short rest before anything crucial begins. I'll wake you."

She declined to comment on the afterlife, even though she had strong opinions on spirits lingering where they should not. The living had their place, and the dead had theirs. That was the end of it.

"Let's go."