twenty five | Tadaima

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Graveyard 
[As the dead rise from the earth after being abducted and placed in their graves, so does Lil' Slugger. He burrows his way up from the ground and begins to shamble through the graveyard, grinning in a most unhinged manner. One arm reaches out ready to ensnare a victim while the other wields a baseball bat unsteadily above his head. He'll wait for a moment for the rest of is family to emerge, then begin to search for his dear friends.]

The streets
[Something is watching you. Something is stalking you. A ghoulishly pale, grinning boy may be peering into your window or hiding behind the bushes, just waiting for the right moment to jump out and snag his prey.]

502 Ricardo Residence 
[Pokey will receive an unexpected visitor in the night. The sound of fingernails scrape against a bedroom window pane and if Pokey looks, he may catch a glimpse of a familiar grinning face.]

Comments

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[Creeping Edward out is actually the one thing that makes this tolerable. Not that Susan is going to demean herself acting like a cliche, but she can at least break out the snark.]

I was actually hoping you wouldn't be a part of my next life, but I suppose no one's getting what they hoped for today.

[hintcoinplz.livejournal.com]

[Luke shuffles along awkwardly right behind Slugger and Euphie.]

Mr. Nigma, I-I think it'd be best if you come out. Please?

[Say hi to the most polite zombie vampire ever.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger's bat continues a constant THUMP...THUMP...THUMP... against the door broken intermittently by a rattling of the doorknob. Eventually, a set of small pale fingers finds their way to the mail slot where they claw ominously inward.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Edward scurries over to the door, pressing hard against it with his shoulder to try and keep it steady, taking care not to get himself anywhere near Slugger's wandering fingers.]

No, no. I'm---I'm perfectly fine inside.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[It's about this time that the fingers merge into a pair of wings with a tiny, furry body. Soon, a baby bat has squeezed its way through the mail slot and is now fluttering around the front room.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

...We can do that? Can we do that?

[Susan squints a little without anything seeming to happen.]

Oh. Well.

[And then she simply walks through the door like she would normally. Except she turns to smoke halfway through, so it's slightly more flashy. She'll reappear coughing to herself.]

This is incredibly stupid.

[hintcoinplz.livejournal.com]

What's going on? Has anyone figured out how to stop shuffling like this? Or why we can't put these capes down? My arm is getting tired.

[And he'll be entering into the house next. Nothing flashy like turning into a bat or poofing into smoke, he just nudges his way in.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[At a time when Edward is likeliest to be distracted, the bat transforms back into a bat boy and latches onto Edward's arm. There's no meaningful reason behind this--it's simply what he's been programmed to do by the "aliens".]

Were we really dead?

[geassedmassacre.livejournal.com]

[Euphie shuffles her way in too, and grabs Edward's other arm now that Slugger is conveniently holding onto him.]

I'm not sure how to stop! My arms want to do things on their own. I'm--I'm very sorry, Mr. Nigma. But I think you should come with us.