But that is not for them to decide...

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Who: Yet-Unknown Death and OPEN
What: An entity stalks the streets of Haven
Where: All over the city...no, really, All. Over. - this entity does not know boundaries. Or personal spaces. You could encounter it in your apartment, even.
When: Any time mid-November to now
Warnings: Surprisingly, perhaps? None, really, but what you bring with you.  Possibly general talk of death and mortality
Notes: Replies to tags will come whenever I can.  Still no computer of my own, not for at least another week (and then we're looking at Xmas o.o).  Just that I'd meant to put this up as soon as the event was over, since technically THAT would have been back in early November.


A smoky, curling mass of shifting blacks and deep greys crawls through Haven.  Night or day, this mass might be encountered.  Sometimes, it coalesces into the shape of a common black house cat, albeit a slightly large one.  Its eyes are crimson red and, if met, will gaze back at a person with a sense of ageless intelligence.  Those who had been kidnapped will surely remember this being.

Encountering either the mass or the cat will induce the same reactions.  They're not insurmountable or even unignorable, but one would have to work at it at least a first.  There's a dread, a sense of mortality, like walking through a graveyard, that seems to cling around the entity, or emanate from it - it's hard to tell. There's a chill that goes straight to the bones, or the struts on a Cybertronian. Also any Cybertronian - or other mechanoid, such a BP unit - will likely even have a hard time "looking" at the being.  Sensors will fritz and error, unable to comprehend the utter null. An utter null with a clearly defined edge, like someone cut a hole in space itself.

What is this being?  What does it want?  Should it even be here?

Most people on the street avoid it, are even afraid of it, but . . . few seem actually surprised by it, like they know it's a thing that exists in the city.  Some with even greet it - with or without fear is an individual affair.  But . . . that's the thing, not all do fear it.  One old man even seems to argue with the cat, though the conversation is far enough away that the words won't be discernible.  If asked what it is, the answers range from fearful "do not speak of it" to wry "trust me, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Who's curious enough - and brave enough - to face the dark?

Comments

[knight_light]

Wing was sitting in the atrium, his great sword across his knees as he meditated. The presence that entered the room unnerved him, made his spark flutter in its casing. There was...discomfort, of the sort found when facing something you're rather not face, but...not fear.

He watched it, sensors tripping over themselves in an attempt to read this...being. He remembered it, freed from the spell, the last key...and the one who'd given them the name of the child... Flit.

"Are you one of the Guardians?"

[fractalize]

Elsa feels that chill, and it's off-putting. She was never, ever cold. It gives her cause for alarm, and she searches for the source of it. Having been avoiding most interactions with others, encountering the cat was rather strange. She was unnerved, the frost nipping at her toes to express her discomfort.

But still, it was only a cat. What could it possibly do to her?

"Hello?"

[hotheadwarmheart]

Lea was on his way to the warehouse on a supply run when he first sensed it. It wasn't Darkness, exactly. He knew what that felt like, clingy and cold and smothering, like thick, oily smoke, only with more and less substance at once. This was... different. The closest thing he could compare it to was the kind of Nothingness he'd felt sometimes in the wee hours of the night in The Castle That Never Was, the kind of Nothingness that would take him to Proof of Existence, to stare at his stone, sometimes for hours on end. Stare at it because it felt like if he blinked, if he looked away for even an instant, he might fade away, back into the Nothingness that had formed him.

And yet it wasn't even exactly that. This felt more... natural, for lack of a better term. Nobodies had been an abomination, things not meant to exist. But this, whatever it was, belonged here. Or so it seemed.

Looking around for the source of the sensation, his eyes met a pair of glowing, red ones, watching him from the mouth of a nearby alley. And attached to those eyes, was a familiar feline figure. "Well," Lea said after a moment, "wasn't expecting to see you again." He wasn't exactly happy to see the other being either; not given the circumstances of their last meeting.

[neverputincharge]

Bulkhead was restless. After the chaos and mess, it was a little too quiet in this city, and at the moment he didn't even have construction work to distract himself. So he's digging through the junk in the warehouse, looking for anything useful. A part of him even hoped his cannon would show up here sometime. But it had yet to do so. He's here late, though. Well after most in the city have probably gone to bed. The Forged might be gone, but the boons still worked, which meant he didn't need to sleep nearly as often as most.

He stops when he feels the chill though, something familiar, even if it's not something he's comfortable with. He straightens up and glances around trying to find the owner.

"I know you're there."