Despite everything that's going on, being alive is heckin' swell.
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To the rps that I was in, thank you for welcoming me and giving me a chance to become a part of your world. All of you are wonderful and creative people who deserve the best in life. Godspeed.
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I was not... in the right place emotionally and mentally. Words cannot express how deeply sorry I am for unintentionally ghosting the rps I'm in. I'm working a lot to become a better person now.
Sakura was about to come out of her room when she felt a cold tingle down her spine. She quickly looked around, eyes wide in alarm when she realized she was just alone in there. She looked at herself again in the mirror, her hair nicely done and her outfit fitting her just nicely and making her look even more beautiful than before. She also felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.
She didn't know where all these emotions were coming from. She was confused because she was very excited about the upcoming ball yet somehow her excitement turned to uneasiness. Perhaps she was simply nervous that she will run into her father again? What will he do once they saw each other? Will he still remember that everything she did was part of her mission? Will he be angry because of what she did to Soruklithbaal? If that bone-headed dragon turned on her, Sakura swore she'll feed his body to the hellhounds.
Nevertheless, she just took a deep breath and sighed. So many thoughts and worries flooded her mind but she ultimately decided to just wing it. She won't let her nervousness get in the way of her having fun and possibly meeting a handsome fellow there.
She got out of her room to see Ayita dressed in a wonderful outfit. "Oh my Ayita, you look so pretty!". She spread her arms and hurriedly made her way to the human to give her a hug, then she turned to look at Cade. "I must say that you look very dashing in your outfit, Cade. I am very impressed." Sakura said as she gave him an impressed nod. She walked closer to him to adjust his collar before putting on her own mask. "Now, shall we be going?"
TIME: 4 PM LOCATION: Roshmi City INTERACTIONS: None
The demoness spent the last day hanging around with her newfound friends. The addition of the timid Ilan and his stoic companion was not in her original plan but she decided to just roll with it. She figured that she might have a use for the duo. She wasn't going to lie though, she honestly did enjoy spending time with them. It was a huge breath of fresh air for Sakura to be able to communicate with people who's vocabulary wasn't limited to the likes of 'kill' and 'murder'. Their group decided to individually get ready in preparation for the Ball and meet up there instead, assuming they could recognize each other with their masks.
Although, Sakura was beginning to get sick of Roshmi City. She missed the good old days, where Aklenroth would order her to do missions that allowed her to travel and explore other places to meet and kill new people. Instead, she's stuck in this huge and boisterous city with nothing to do except laze around. She even ordered her shikigami to postpone their mission until further notice. She didn't tell them why and she imagined they were secretly furious at her decision but Sakura's reason was simple: it was because of the Ball.
Grand events don't just happen regularly in Avalia and she wouldn't even think of one happening especially in the midst of the arrival of humans and the rebels becoming more active than ever. Still, who wouldn't say no to a chance of playing dress-up with fancy clothes? Sakura might even have the chance of meeting her soulmate at the Ball. Oh, just the thought of it made the demoness giddy with excitement.
Most importantly, however, all the citizens of Avalia knew this event was spearheaded by Aklenroth the Lich King. She knew her father has something up his sleeves especially when everyone and their mother were attending it, including the humans and the rebels. She wondered what her father had in store not just for them but for everyone going there.
'This just keeps getting better and better!', Sakura thought to herself as she prepared for the Ball.
She liked to think her outfit for the Ball was very different compared to the other women attending it, but she didn't care because she fell in love with it the first time she laid her eyes on it. Sakura thought it perfectly captured her aesthetic, was very pretty without trying too hard, and she felt very beautiful in it so she didn't care if she looked different to the rest.
After fixing the flowers on her shoulders, Sakura turned to the elf at the corner. "Well, Utsuro? How do I look?"
Utsuro wasn't the name of the elf as it was the name of one of Sakura's shikigami. Utsuro just used the poor elf as a channel of communication between it and its Master. Its completely grey, lifeless eyes looked at Sakura and the elf bowed as it spoke like someone was speaking through a big and hollow cave, its voice booming and echoing. "You are beautiful as ever, Master."
"Figured you would say that." Sakura cheerfully said as she continued to fix her outfit. Utsuro spoke again through its channel. "Master, about the mission-". She raised a finger to silence it and Utsuro became respectfully quiet. "I understand all of your frustration. I know you were all looking forward to helping me and to fulfill your duties but I ask that you all trust me. Besides, have I let any of you down?"
Utsuro's channel looked down. Despite not showing any emotion, it seemed to give a look of apprehension. While they knew their Master was very merciful and kind, they knew they should not push her any further. "No, Master. You were always generous to us as you have taken good care of us all these years. We owe you a huge debt of gratitude."
"Thank you for your acknowledgment. In fact, all of you should go get ready by now. The Ball will be happening in an hour tonight and even I don't know what's going to happen there. Best if you all are prepared to join in the fun just in case. Forget your original mission, I'll deal with that on my own instead. Oh, and by the way, tell the siblings to call another one. That is all." Sakura said with a wink and a wave.
The channel's eyes widened and it bowed deeply to Sakura. It then left her room which allowed the demoness to fully finish her preparations. She put on her mask and she deemed herself ready for the Ball and whatever else lied ahead as she made her way to the grand hall.
Fashion Sense: It's not much different from her uniform. Kazuno likes long, flowy dresses that allow her to feel the wind and move as freely as she wants. She also likes the option of wearing oversized shirts and sweaters.
Distinguishing Features: She has a pinkish white lily on her right eye. It's not that she's blind. She's just constantly letting the lily grow on her because it's her mother's favorite flower.
PERSONALITY
Kazuno may come across as cold and uninterested but that's because she's constantly worried about the welfare of her mother while she's at L.O.S.E.R. She's calm and collected; she likes to take a second to pause and think of multiple ways of taking down her opponent by carefully analyzing them. She's resourceful and knows how to best use her environment to her advantage. She also tends to be quiet during fights as she likes to focus on the matter at hand, but it's also because she was independent and wasn't used to relying on others for help.
While she may be stoic, it doesn't mean she doesn't like to have a bit of fun every once in a while. She always has a list of everything she wants to do in the future; on the top of that list is 'making friends.' She could be a bit naive in trivial things such as common slang terms. All in all, Kazuno is an innocent lady who wishes to get along with everyone else.
HISTORY
Kazuno came from a very patriarchal clan. At a young age, she was taught that men should be feared and respected by women. All daughters of her clan were taught indoors on how to act womanly while growing up to become the perfect wives for their future husbands, while the sons got to experience having their education on private institutions outside of their home and enjoyed their childhood. Kazuno was jealous of her male cousins who got to play outside while she could only stay indoors, but her mother could only give her a sad smile.
When Kazuno's Quirk emerged, the men of the clan were furious. They said women were not worthy of having Quirks because their fragile bodies couldn't handle it. For years, she was shamed and berated by the men until she lost the will to use her Quirk. Her mother could no longer stand by and watch as they reduced her daughter's spirit into nothingness. She stood up against her husband who was one of those who berated her daughter. She was met with a slap on the face.
This was the final straw for Kazuno. With a defiant scream, she used her Quirk and tendrils of different plants emerged from her body. She entangled her father in vines and even almost destroyed their home. She and her mother took this opportunity to escape the wretched place and start a new life of their own.
Life was indeed hard for the two, but their days were filled with love and happiness up to this day. They were finally free of their clan and they could live their lives without fear and worry. Both of them even discarded Kazuno's father's surname and used her mother's maiden name instead.
When Kazuno reached the appropriate age, her mother urged Kazuno to join a hero school so she could one day be a hero that saves lives, but Kazuno didn't want to leave her mother's side in fear for her safety. She finally gave in after countless naggings from her mom but most of the hero schools were no longer accepting, including the famous U.A. She decided to apply to the only school that she hasn't applied to before - the Last Option School for Eccentric Rejects. Hopefully, they would accept her as a student despite applying so late unlike the rest of her peers.
QUIRK
Graftage - It grants the user the ability to manifest the properties of plants she eats.
OTHERS
Likes:
Cooking
Weaving
Any activity that looks fun to her
Experiencing new things
Meeting new people
Dislikes:
Men (but she would later learn that not all men are evil during her time at LOSER)
Oysters
Anyone that mistreats the women and the weak
The men of her clan
Anything paranormal
Fears:
Her father finding out about where she and her mother live right now and exact his revenge
Being unable to be a hero like her mother wants her to be
Time: Morning Location: Apartment Interactions: Violet @princess, Rose @Tae, Felix @jetipster
Monica was introduced to a couple of Violet's friends, Rose and Felix. They were very nice to her, considering that Monica might act a bit creepily because she was always keeping an eye on the ghosts in the Trance. There were no sights of a Fury or a Corrupted though she was slightly concerned when she noticed the growing numbers of Incubi and Succubi. Luckily, the Kindred behind the bartender shouted at the sex spirits and most of them scrammed away. Ghosts will normally allow other ghosts to come near them if they wouldn't become a bother, but Trance seemed to be in the care of that particular Kindred. She smiled and nodded at the yellow spirit and it nodded back in greeting and respect. Other than that, it was a very good night indeed.
Despite the soft warm sunlight shining through her windows, Monica still remained in bed and snuggled against her pillows. This was heaven for an indoor-type-of-person like her. It did feel great to meet and make new friends, but nothing could beat the comfort of your own home. All this peace and quiet made her feel sleepy again, and she was about to fall asleep when she noticed something strange.
Monica was living with an energetic ghost as her roommate, then why wasn't she hearing some joyful laughing or off-key singing?
She shifted on her bed to look at her opposite side and opened her eyes to a gruesome sight that will surely make any adult pee their pants, or so Amanda claimed. It was just her looking at Monica with a creepy smile on her face along with her hollowed-out eyes. To others, it will surely seem like it was straight out of a horror movie. For Monica, not so much.
The women stared at each other for a couple of minutes before Amanda's smiled wavered. She exhaled and pouted as she returned her eyes to where they should be. "Dang it, Mo. Why you gotta make it hard for me to scare ya?".
"Mmmmm....". Monica moaned sleepily as she pressed her cheek more against her pillows. Amanda sat up on the bed and started pestering. "Nuh-uh! You can't just sleep again and not tell me what happened last night. How was it? Was it fun? Did ya meet some cute boys? Did ya? Did ya? Did ya?". Amanda kept on repeating while she waved her ghostly hands on Monica's face. While ghosts couldn't physically touch the living, it felt like someone was repeatedly blowing cool air on your face. Amanda kept doing it until Monica was waving her away in annoyance. "Ugh! Fine, I'll tell you. Just knock it off!".
"Yay!". Amanda shouted in triumph as Monica recounted what she saw last night. Monica was afraid she sounded boring but Amanda was a great audience and she kept on eagerly listening to Monica's story.
As the two women bonded together, life and un-life still continued on the outside of their cozy apartment. However, there was one spirit, in particular, that was different among the rest. It was wearing a black gown and had a black veil that covered its face. It looked up at Monica's apartment window and stood there for a few moments before it bowed her head, turned around, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Time: Night Location: Trance Interactions: Violet - @princess
Mo was delighted. She didn't expect to meet such a kind person outside of her apartment. She was cooped up in her apartment for so long, with only her online clients and friends and her ghostly roommate Amanda for company, that she feared she forgot how to speak in front of an actual living human being. Mo was just used to the quirkiness and eerieness of ghosts though there were still those that retained their good nature from when they were alive.
She smiled at the kind stranger. "Hey Violet. Yep, I guess you can say the indoors are more of my thing. I'm still kind of confused about where is where in this place but I have to say, I'm beginning to like it here." It's a good thing Violet never noticed about Mo glancing every once in a while at the ghosts in the club. Rather, maybe she did notice but she just mistook Mo as someone who's easily distracted. Mo was good either way.
The reason why Mo kept on looking at the ghosts was that she wanted to keep an eye on them. They might be nothing from the perspective on the living, but they haven't had the slightest idea on the power of the dead and how these ghosts affected every waking moment of their lives.
So far Monica only kept seeing regular grey-skinned ghosts, with a couple of random Succubi and Incubi here and there. With the presence of the sexual spirits, the woman was pretty sure some people were already making out somewhere here. She figured they were all safe in Trance as long as there weren't any Furies and Corrupted within the vicinity. Otherwise, things could get real ugly.
Mo took a moment to think when Violet offered her a tour. "Oh that's so nice of you. I would really appreciate it. I'm kind of like a freelancer at the moment so it's easy for me to go out whenever I like. Let me get my number." Mo said before getting her phone from her bag. Her first time out of her apartment for so long and she already saw a woman getting in trouble and another woman offering her kindness, both ends of the spectrum. Mo wondered whether she was a trouble magnet or a good samaritan.
She paused from looking her number through her contacts when Violet told her she wanted to excuse herself for a moment. "Of course. Take your time." Violet seemed very troubled by something because she was calling someone on her phone and looking around the club as well. Now that Monica thought about it, she did notice Violet was with someone a while ago before she approached her.
Mo was worried. She read articles on the internet about women being roofied or something by sleazy men in clubs. She put a hand on Violet's shoulder. "Violet, is everything okay? Do you want me to call the police or...?"
Time: Night Location: Trance Interactions: Violet - @princess
Monica just ignored the girl making a huge ruckus with the bouncers and instead focused because she was bored out of her mind. It only took Monica a few minutes to focus, but she eventually got the hang of it.
It was very hard to see ghosts in places like this mainly because it's darker than normal and it has lots of bright and probing lights which made it difficult for her to see the aura of the dead. Nevertheless, Monica could easily see the others as well once she saw one of them.
She saw a guy wearing a mohawk and raising his closed fist while moving along to the rhythm of the beat, but a broken glass bottle of beer was sticking on his head. She saw a lesbian couple wearing outfits reminiscent of the 1970s. They hugged and danced in each other's arms as their bodies were full of bullet holes. She even saw a middle-aged Kindred man wearing a waiter uniform at the bar. His arms were crossed and he looked proudly at his still-alive, bartender son who was very happy in mixing and giving drinks to the customers.
She even saw a couple more including a Succubus that glowed with pink sexual energy as she floated around to look for passed-out drunk guys. Who knew that such a loud and chaotic environment would attract lots of ghosts? Monica was even surprised Amanda wasn't here. She always figured the ghost as more of a people person than Monica was, but she guessed even ghosts wanted to have their alone time as well.
Suddenly, Monica was surprised when her view was blocked by someone. She looked up and saw a girl with honey brown wavy hair looking curiously at her. Monica suddenly felt conscious; she was nowhere fashionable than this seemingly nice lady.
Monica blinked a bit before answering. "Oh, um... kinda? I mean, I've been living here for the past few months but I rarely go out. The only reason I'm here was that my friend convinced me to go out and make friends but..." Monica shrugged but she remembered to stand up and offer the kind girl her hand.
"Hey there, I'm Monica. You can call me Mo," Monica said with a smile. As Mo talked to the girl, she couldn't help but glance a bit at the ghosts in Trance. She couldn't lie, it did make her look a bit crazy.
Time: Night Location: Apartment going to Trance Interactions:
Monica woke up with a snort. She was thinking so deeply about an idea for her next project that she didn't realize she fell asleep on her desk. It was night time and the outside was filled with yellow and white lights that came from apartment and house windows, as well as the passing cars and the lamp posts on the street. She watched people of all ages walk and go about their lives. Well, majority of them were people. The outside lights helped brighten Monica's darkened room a bit and she rubbed her face before feeling the walls to open her lights.
She sleepily walked towards her bathroom. She looked at her groggy reflection in the mirror before leaning over the sink to wash her face before wiping herself. When she stood up, she saw the reflection of another person behind her. It was a woman with bluish-grey skin and dark brown eyes wearing a long white dress with even longer billowing sleeves. Her long black hair was spread out behind her head as she looked at Monica with wide frightening eyes and an open mouth.
Monica, however, was not impressed. "How predictable, Amanda."
The ghostly woman named Amanda dropped her arms and groaned exasperatedly. "Oh come on! How are ya not afraid? Guys and girls will always scream their butts off whenever I do it!"
"Yeah, you try to scare the girl that could see ghosts." Monica shrugged and gave Amanda a 'Welp' expression as she went on of the bathroom. Amanda pouted but followed her. "That's like so unfair, y'know. I've been trying to scare ya 78 times and I didn't even hear a single scream from ya!"
78 was the number of days that passed since Monica started seeing ghosts again. It's also the number of days that had passed since she last saw her aunt, leaving nothing but a letter in an envelope. The words 'Open only when you're alone' was written on the envelope's back with the word 'alone' underlined. Monica was confused at first because she was the only one living in this apartment until she realized: her aunt knew of the girl's gift. Her aunt also knew Monica will never be alone because of the ghosts randomly roaming about the living world. Monica decided to just keep the letter a secret for now as she knew she would have to read it eventually.
She tied her hair back in a bun before heating up water for her hot chocolate. Well, it's not my fault I don't scare easily. Besides, I watch horror movies all the time. Have you seen my watch history?".
Amanda pouted, crossing her arms and hovering mid-air as she watched Monica prepare her drink. "Hmph! Ghosts from Hollywood are nothin' compared to the real ones! Not all ghosts look demonic and bloody and ugly and...", Amanda rumbled on. Monica listened to the ghost while sipping her hot chocolate and what the ghost said reminded Monica of the first time she saw her.
Ghosts could change their clothes and hairstyles but only if they wore those clothes and had those hairstyles when they were still living. The things they can't change were their sex and skin tone which was always bluish-grey. Other than that, they still retained their mannerisms, accents, and way of thinking even after death.
From Monica's time in spending here and due to Amanda's talkative nature, she knew the ghost was 22 years old when she died but she died so long ago that she lost count of how long she was a ghost. She didn't want to get to the specifics of how she died which Monica respected. Not all ghosts wanted to say how they died, especially if it was in a tragic, untimely, or humiliating way. However, Monica did notice Amanda's particular distaste in the words 'sweetie' and 'honey'.
Monica snapped back to reality when Amanda clapped. "Oh my gosh, I just remembered! I heard from a couple of my ghost friends that there's a party goin' on in Trance. Y'know, the club that's suspiciously close to a grade school? Anyway, I heard there's a lot of handsome men there. I think this is the perfect chance for ya to meet up with people, eh?". Amanda smiled and playfully nudged Monica's arm, which felt like a cool breeze blowing on her skin.
Monica sighed. "Amanda, there's always a party going on there; it's a club. I don't think I'll like it there," she said.
"Oh come on, girl! You've been cooped up in this apartment for days. Ya really need to get out and meet other people or ya might rot here forever! That's not a good way to go, y'know. Just please do it for little ol' me?", Amanda said as she batted her ghostly eyes at Monica.
It was true that she hadn't gotten out of the apartment for so long. The only people she talked to where Amanda and her online clients. She looked at Amanda acting all goofy and she sighed in defeat. "Okay fine, I'll do it. It might be good to meet some potential clients in person too."
Some time later...
Monica was riding a cab on the way to Trance. She was wearing her simple, go-to outfit: a white cardigan over her white tank top, denim jeans, brown sandals, and a faux leather brown bag. Amanda was shocked that Monica was willing to go to a club looking like that but the ghost reluctantly approved of the outfit because Monica was more comfortable wearing that. She left the apartment with the television playing Amanda's favorite telenovela show La Isla Bonita since she couldn't touch the remote.
The woman tried not to look outside of the cab's window but she glanced every once in a while. Ghosts of all ages roamed the streets while the living continued with what they were doing, ignorant of the fact that they weren't the only ones in this world. Perhaps, Monica thought, there was bliss in living ignorantly.
As her cab passed by, she saw an elderly man walking slowly with his cane accompanied by a smiling old woman, probably his wife. She put her hand on his back and looked at her husband fondly as she glowed like the warm sun. While in traffic, she saw a headless man wearing formal attire as he sat across a woman talking to someone on the phone. She broke down in tears and rested her hand on the table for support. The headless man reached out to put his hand over hers, trying to comfort her. In his other hand, he was holding a small box with an engagement ring inside.
As the traffic light turned green, Monica sighed and looked ahead. It sucked being able to see the dead because you'll only feel sadness for them, yearning to feel their loved one's touch and wishing they could be seen by them. Monica could help but she didn't want to meddle in the affairs of the supernatural. Besides, what good would it be to help with someone else's problems if she couldn't even solve her own first?
After a while, the cab stopped at the entrance of Trance and Monica got out. It was just like any other club in Monica's eyes, though there were a bunch of people gawking and watching something happening on the inside. She heard them say a woman was causing a ruckus with the bouncers or something like that. The people and the guards were so distracted by what's happening that Monica took this chance to sneak in so she wouldn't have to fall in line and pay.
She saw the woman being held by the bouncers while she kept screaming she's being raped even though it looked like she weren't. It's Monica's first time out in a long time and she was already met with chaos. Sighing, she pushed through the crowd until she could see a vacant seat. She waved a waiter over and told them to get her any kind of drink. She sat silently with her chin on her hand, her eyes scanning the crowd from time to time.
Full name: Monica Villarreal Age: 21 Date of Birth: November 1, 1998 Gender: Female Occupation: Digital Artist/Digital Streamer Where are you from?: Cancún, Mexico Are you aware of the supernatural?: Yes, very
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Any pre-determined friends?: Her ghostly roommate named Amanda Siblings' Status: Alive Parents' Status: Dead Pets: None How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 6 How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 5
》I n t e r e s t s
Likes: 🔅 Animals 🔅 The beach 🔅 Good food, especially hot chocolate 🔅 Not being pestered by all these ghosts
Dislikes: 🔅 Foul smells 🔅 Frogs 🔅 Haughty people 🔅 Being pestered by all these ghosts
Hobbies: 🔅 Running her online blog 🔅 Singing 🔅 Photography
Skills: 🔅 Skilled mediator 🔅 Photo and video editing 🔅 Being able to see spirits and other supernatural beings 🔅 Knowledgeable about spirits, the supernatural, and the afterlife
Monica, or Mo for short, is a pretty quiet person. She mostly just keeps to herself and doesn't tell others her problems, especially her close relatives, because she doesn't want anyone to worry about her. She wants to solve whatever problems she has on her own and will only seek out help if she really couldn't do it.
Some guys are pretty intimidated by her because they claim that she 'isn't like the other girls', meaning she's not easily impressed and definitely not easy to get. Still, that doesn't mean the girl doesn't like to have a boyfriend. She's a firm believer that there's someone out there for you, a.k.a. a soulmate.
Most people are also afraid of talking to her because of her resting bitch face. Once you get to know her more, she'll start to warm up to you. She's the type of friend that tells you as it is and keeps you grounded when you're flying too high, but she's also very caring in a way that she'll offer you advice and will even help you in your problems as much as she could.
》H i s t o r y Mo is the only child of a Filipino-American woman and a full-blooded Mexican man. She has a very interesting family bloodline, especially on her mother's side. Matter of fact, Mo is related to the very first babaylan, a Filipino priestess, of her country. Supposedly, these priestesses were gifted in the supernatural. It's been told in many historical records that a babaylan has supernatural abilities such as calling upon the gods to ensure good weather for harvest season and seeking the knowledge of the spirits of their forefathers to foretell the future.
The number of priestesses in her country dwindled after the invasion of foreigners who violated their lands and forced their own tradition and culture into the natives. Even after being tainted by the blood of foreigners, Mo's priestess bloodline still continued to survive up to this day. The women in Mo's mother's side of the family have a strong connection to the spirit world. Some of them could only see these spirits while some of them could even communicate with the supernatural. While the men have a weaker connection, they could still sense if there is a ghost near them.
Mo was believed to have the strongest connection in her family. Not only could she see and talk to these spirits but she could also command them to some extent after her mother saw Mo as a child ordering a poltergeist to retrieve her teddy bear from afar. Her family thought that it was because of her being born on the day of the dead, making her connection to the spirit world much stronger than the others.
Most of Mo's childhood friends from growing up were ghosts and it concerned her parents very much as they knew the real world will treat her as a freak. They also feared that she may confuse the living from the dead while growing up. It got to the point where a malevolent spirit manipulated young Mo from making the girl follow her to a cliff. Mo, who as a child believed that all spirits were good, would've died if her parents quickly took action and save her from jumping to her death.
After that incident, Mo's parents brought the young girl to her Filipino grandmother who had the ability to shut down a person's sixth sense. They then flew her to Mexico, her father's home country, where she grew up most of her life in. Unfortunately, Mo's parents died during a car crash and she was hurt that she couldn't see their spirits during their wake.
Mo decided to stay at a relative's house in Ember Grove, South Carolina indefinitely for a fresh start. During her stay in Ember Grove, Mo searched the local library for anything supernatural, anything that can help her awaken her sixth sense so she could see her parents again but found nothing. Mo's aunt knew her problem so when Mo was asleep, her aunt went in her room, placed a hand on her forehead, muttered something softly, before kissing her forehead and leaving. When Mo awakened, she never saw her aunt again except for a letter.
That was when all her problems started.
+ What are ghosts? Simply put, ghosts are the spirits or souls of dead humans and animals.
+ What do they look like? They vary differently in terms of how they look, from bright wispy shapes to hauntingly life-like to just plain essence. They can choose to alter their appearance from being invisible, a wisp, or human but they can't change their gender, the age they died as, the type of ghost they are, and the color of their aura. If they choose to appear as humans, their skin will be the colored bluish grey and the color of the clothes they died in won't change. Some even choose to look like how they died.
+ What are the types of ghosts?
Spirits - They are the souls of the dead. They're generally harmless. They can choose to wander around or stay in one place. They have the ability to appear in photographs and reflections in mirrors. They don't have auras.
Kindred - They are mostly the ghosts of deceased loved ones. They'll emit a faint familiar smell or do something that they're known for while living to remind their families that they're there. If you were very kind and compassionate when you were living, you'll most likely end up as a Kindred. They can emit positive energy at the place they're in. Their auras are colored white or yellow.
Poltergeists - They are powerful spirits that can control the physical environment like making loud noises or throwing inanimate objects around. If you have a strong connection to the supernatural while you were living, you can end up as a Poltergeist. Their auras are colored light green.
Furies - They are powerful spirits who have the ability to cause immense feelings of anger to the people around them. They were so full of rage when they were living that they continued to carry it even as ghosts. If you end up suddenly feeling angry out of nowhere, that's the work of a Fury. Their auras are colored red.
Glooms - They look like shadows that formed as humans and are considered one of the most dangerous types of ghosts. They latch on to the happiest living human they could find and suck the positive energy out of him, making him feel emotionally empty until he doesn't have the will to live anymore. That person then becomes another Gloom. Their auras are colored dark violet.
Corrupted - These are the ghosts of people who joined satanic cults, dabbled in demonic magic, or made a deal with a demon. They can also be the ghosts of innocent people who were used as a sacrifice or medium to summon a demonic being. A Corrupted has dark grey skin and pure black eyes. They emit negative energy at any place they're in. Their auras are colored black.
Dreamers - These are ghosts that can only appear in someone's dreams while they're sleeping. They feed off the dreams of those who are sleeping, which is why you always forget 90% of your dream when you wake up. They can also choose to give you sweet dreams or nightmares. They appear as greyish mists.
Incubi/Succubi - They are ghosts that are driven by immense feelings of lust. They have the power to make anyone near them feel horny and they're also one of the few types of ghosts who can change forms based on their gender. They can also have sex with the soul of a sleeping human in their dreams, feeding off their psycho-sexual energy. Their true forms are unknown but they have pink-colored auras.
Will-o'-The-Wisps - These are ghosts who take the forms as spheres of light. Some could even appear as floating orbs of heatless fire. These are the spirits of those who went missing, that's why they are mostly seen by travelers in mountains, forests, bogs, and swamps. They help those who have lost their way to the outside of a forest, mountain, etc. They are also known to guide people and lead them to their true calling. They are bright blue in color.
+ Why do they exist? Every living being on Earth has a soul. It was even believed by ancient civilizations that inanimate objects also had souls, even the celestial bodies like the sun and moon. More importantly though: if you're a living, breathing organism, you definitely have a soul.
+ Why are they here? People most likely believe that ghosts can move on to the Afterlife whenever they wanted. It's believed that some ghosts choose not to move on because they either have some unfinished business, they're bound here and cannot move on even though they want to for whatever reason, they haven't even realized they're dead yet and they're refusing to believe their time on earth is over, or they really just choose not to move on.
+ What is the Afterlife? The Afterlife is a place where a ghost is supposed to go when they die. Nobody knows what it looks like except for those who moved on. Once you moved on to the Afterlife, you can't go back to the world of the living except for reincarnation where the memories of your past life will be erased and you'll be reborn as an entirely new being.
Heaven - This is the place where mostly good people go to. It's also called the Light. Hell - It's where very bad people go to get punished until the end of time. It's also called the Dark. Twilight - This is where bad people go to when they don't want to go to Hell but can't enter Heaven. They'll gradually lose all their memories until they're reduced to blank spirits, aimlessly wandering through Twilight for all eternity. It's also called the Grey.
+ Should I be scared of ghosts? Not really. Almost all of the humans on Earth have no ability to sense or see the spirit of the dead. If you're one of them then continue to live your life the way you want. Ignorance is bliss.
+ How can I talk to ghosts? There is the most famous ritual called the ouija board. There's also a bunch of other rituals that you can follow, but be warned. If you talk to the dead, ALL of them can hear you.
+ How do I know if there are ghosts nearby? You can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You can also feel a sudden drop in temperature where you are or the feeling of something heavy on your chest.
+ Do ghosts follow rules? - They can't possess a living human's body unless the person's soul is out of their physical body. - They can't possess a corpse. - They can choose to reincarnate from Heaven and Hell but not from Twilight. Even so, ghosts in Hell must be earnest in repenting for their sins before having the right to be reincarnated. - They can't directly harm a living being.
TIME: Afternoon LOCATION: Somewhere in Daka Island INTERACTIONS: None
Despite being the land of the demons, Daka Island was also known to have places where it will always be constantly dark no matter what time of the day it was. Creatures of darkness thrived on the island as they could comfortably hunt down unsuspecting prey without the fear of being harmed by sunlight. An example of a place on Daka Island where the sun cannot shine upon was a cave that was blocked by hanging vines of flowers so deadly that one touch of them could instantly rot your flesh. Deep inside the cave was an expansive space bountiful of luminous crystals. For some reason, demons and those who were weak to light were not affected by the natural soft light emitted by these objects. It was then decided that this will be the main hideout of a group of demons.
Two members of the mentioned group were already there. Zatu the Mask of Pain was sitting right in front of these glowing crystals. He, along with his sister, was asleep for so long, he forgot that such things like these exist in this world. A larger humanoid loomed over the little one. Using one hand, the red-faced demon tossed his kanabō up in the air and caught it by its handle. He tossed it again but he was too slow this time to catch its handle and his kanabō pulverized the ground it landed on. He laughed boisterously as the wheel on his back was automatically lit on fire and spun, reacting to his emotions.
"Little Zatu, where are the others?", Gekido the Searing Storm said. No matter how joyful he could be, one could notice the immeasurable amount of rage he had in his voice, like a volcano threatening to erupt. "We have been waiting here for about quite some ti-"
"Hush now, Gekido." Zatu and Gekido turned to the source of the voice. A corner in the cavern was not as light and it was filled with pure darkness as two figures stepped out of the shadow. The first was a beautiful woman whose skin was as pale as death, and under her was an enormous spider. One could mistake her as riding the arachnid when in fact the spider was a part of her. She was soon followed by Urna the Mask of Woe, head always looking down in shyness as she hugged her stuffed toy.
When the spider woman spoke, it's as if a swarm of insects learned to speak in unison. "Greetings, Zatu, Gekido. We hoped we did not make you men wait for too long?".
"Oh not at all, Lady Hōshasen! Patience is a virtue, especially if we are waiting for such beautiful women like you," Gekido smiled as he bowed before Urna and Hōshasen the Plaguemother. Zatu ran towards his sister and the siblings embraced each other. Hōshasen smiled at the homunculi children. "Excellent. Now, all we are waiting for is one."
A loud thud echoed throughout the cavern. The four demonic creatures looked expectantly at the darkened pathway of the cavern that led to the vine-covered entrance. What emerged was a middle-aged rabbit demihuman, walking forward like a puppet on a string. His irises and pupils were grey as he looked in front of him with lifeless eyes. What followed him was an even taller bat-like creature. It hunched as it crawled, leaning on its long and muscular arms.
The creature opened its mouth to speak but instead, it was the demi-rabbit that spoke for him. It used the poor demihuman to channel its voice; it sounded bellowing and echo-like as if it were speaking through a well. "Apologies for the wait. I had trouble finding a suitable channel."
"Worry not, Utsuro. Come and take your place," Hōshasen said as Utsuro the Voidcaller and his channel went to their place. The rest of the demons sat in a circle as Utsuro's channel produced a map of Roshmi City and spread it at the center.
Once everyone was in position, Hōshasen spoke. "Utsuro, you are tasked with killing the rulers of Roshmi City. Urna, assist Utsuro in his mission. Zatu, Gekido, and I will cause death and chaos throughout the entire city as a distraction for the two of you to carry your mission safely.
We are the first of Master's many servants and it is our duty to do the mission given to us. We will all show no mercy to anyone who stands in our way of completing our mission, but we must try not to get carried away in murdering creatures who are not worth our time. I am looking at you two, Zatu and Gekido," Hōshasen said as she leered towards the men who frowned and crossed their arms at her. Urna put a hand on her mouth, seemingly laughing at her brother, as Zatu playfully nudged her sister.
Hōshasen smiled at the two before continuing. "We all know our parts. The best thing to do right now is to rest up and gather our strength. We attack tonight."
The rest of them nodded. "This channel is flawed. I have no use for you now. So long," Utsuro said through its channel as it swiftly swiped the rabbit demi-humans head off his shoulders cleanly. His lifeless body fell to the ground as Hōshasen's spider half gladly feasted on the corpse, the first of many casualties to come.
Sakura smiled at Ilan and nodded at both him and his centaur friend, but she was seething in annoyance on the inside. She hated it when things don't go according to plan. She especially hated Cade, the big yellow cat with muscles for a brain. How dumb was he to easily trust these two who just got into a mess a while ago? Now, he's willing to go to a place with a bunch of strangers he just met. He's so irritatingly good.
Wait, why was she so worked up over him? He's just a mere demi-human! She should focus her attention on her mission instead.
She's only supposed to be Ayita and having Cade along will help the human trust her more. Now with the addition of the stoic centaur and the softspoken faun, who were unlucky enough to annoy what seemed to be one important figure in Roshmi City, the demoness was afraid their group will garner more attention than needed as there's also the possibility of her being exposed.
She doesn't know if the leaders of the races knew of Aklenroth's daughter but they will surely use all their forces in hunting her down. They'll do everything they can to have leverage over the Lich King and replace him as the ruler of Avalia, and she doesn't want to be the cause of another problem for her father.
Nevertheless, she just had to make do with what she had. Besides, she's been craving to cause some trouble, but the real fun will begin later tonight.
She interjected when she heard what Cade said. "Wait, postpone lunchtime? Over my dead gorgeous body. We can take the food we've bought in that place, wherever it is, so we can discuss whatever plans we have while eating. Are you really going to let your two beautiful lady friends starve that long?". Sakura said as she went to Ayita's side and point at their faces while the demoness pouted.
The demoness thought best to be friendly and outgoing to the two newcomers. Who knows, maybe she'll have some use for them later on.
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