Tsukasa Shuro

headkids_mod, posting in headkid_central:

It had been a quiet day like any other in the city. The day had dawned, the zombie residents went on with what passed as daily lives for them. It was your typical December morning, the temperatures falling into the cooler realm, but not chilly enough that everyone was bundling up while while going about their daily chores.

And then, suddenly the calm was broken as buildings were damaged, trees were uprooted and craters appeared in the earth without a visible cause. To those who were not native to this world, they might able to hear the roar of what those with spiritual awareness call a Hollow. The sounds come from all over the city, from the woods of the park to the downtown city streets.

Watch out, city dwellers, someone has apparently snapped the Hollow bait and they're coming for you~


[ Special note for this event: TREAT THIS LIKE A PARTY LOG PEOPLE. Go crazy, have fun, make multiple threads, thread hop if you want, I don't mind! I know there's only three of us playing a shit ton of characters, but we are awesome and can make it work. Also note: for the sake of making sure no one could be left out (which I don't think we would have a lot of anyway), anyone not native to the city can see/hear the Hollows. How they defeat them, on the other hand, is completely up to you. ♥

Also, feel free to NPC the hollows if you want, of if it you want me to come in and unleash FAIL!Nomings, that's fine too, just let me know. XD ]

byakushi, posting in headkid_central:

He'd spent the morning practicing his kata and things had been going rather well... until his practice had been interrupted. His grandfather had dropped in unexpectedly, and while that wasn't a bad thing, what followed it most certainly was: the Demon Cat showed up. Not only had she shown up, but she took it upon herself to tease him (as she always did) and even stole his hair tie, forcing him to chase her and catch her to get it back. Problem was, he'd never been able to catch her, no matter how fast he moved.

And this was where his bad day began.

With Demon Cat, speed was of the essence. Speed and maneuverability. Speed, maneuverability, and careful calculation to outsmart her. He'd taken off after her as fast as his shunpo allowed him to go, the scenery whipping by before his mind had time to really process what it was he was passing, and when he caught a glimpse of something dark nearby, he took it upon himself to outsmart her by veering sharply to the right in hopes of cutting her off. FINALLY he'd catch her and prove that his shunpo was superior to hers! FINALLY he'd be--

BAM!

The impact dropped him to the ground and he was lucky he'd been leaning slightly to the right or he'd have smashed his face. The speed he'd been moving at had kept him from noticing when the scenery had changed from Seireitei's streets and Japanese-styled buildings to a very much unfamiliar one with buildings made of brick... such as the corner of the one he'd just collided with.

Doubling up and gritting his teeth against the pain that nearly brought tears to his eyes, he waited until his surroundings stopped spinning before muttering an unintelligible string of curses, all directed toward a woman who wasn't even there.

Not once did it ever occur to him that he wasn't where he was supposed to be... and when he finally raised his head to see what he'd run into, the confusion and shock kept him frozen in place on the ground. This wasn't home. This wasn't anywhere he'd ever been before. Had he somehow shunpoed through time itself? Or maybe he'd gone through the Senkaimon without realizing it? Or maybe this was some sort of new ability he didn't know he had? Whatever it was, he didn't like it and it was beginning to scare him.

nodestinyhere, posting in headkid_central:

So much for keeping a low profile. And running away from it all. And not getting involved in other people's trouble. And . . . well, everything that Buffy had run away from Sunnydale, CA to do.She'd done great for three months. If . . . by "great" you meant had gotten herself a crap job and an equally crappy apartment in a crappy part of LA where being on the run from the cops and kicked out of home and school meant that she was actually normal for the first time in three years. As long as she stayed far away from the paranormal.

But then Lily had had to show up and bring back all of the crap that Buffy'd been trying to run away from with her and now what? Now they were in some crappy demon temple daylighting as a troubled youth outreach center or something and, dammit getting knocked unconscious by giant demon femurs hurts. And on top of that? It gives you a massive headache and that ringing in your ears isn't going to stop for hours.

. . . or maybe it would stop after just a couple of seconds. And then start up again? And then stop.

It almost sounded like her alarm and Buffy had a moment of sheer relief that maybe it had all just been a nightmare (not that her nightmares didn't tend to come true anyway, but still). But, then again, crappy as her bed was she was pretty sure it wasn't that hard and gravelly. And the ringing was sounding less like her alarm clock and more like . . . of course. A car horn. Why not?

Ever so slowly so as not to any further off her already off-kilter equilibrium Buffy got to her feet and, noting the way the driver that had just been blaring his horn at her didn't even spare her a glance, stumbled off to the sidewalk. Funny, the last time she'd ended up on her back in the middle of the street she'd drawn a whole audience, but now . . .

Sure LA was a tough city, but this was- . . . "Not LA."

A quick look around showed the whole city to be completely unfamiliar and no one seemed to even be that worried about what had just happened. With a hand still pressed to her throbbing head Buffy searched the faces in the crows for someone she'd recognize, but there was just . . . no one.

"Lily?"