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maskormenace2019-09-26 07:08 pm
a_gaggle_of_ghosties) wrote in maskormenace2019-09-26 07:08 pm
video; un: Kaal Drellik | This is certainly one way to advertise...
[Ordinarily, Nox avoided his assigned job. But, he was beginning to feel like building up some funds would be prudent, and there was this Earthly holiday of "Halloween" coming up. It might be a good idea to drum up some business for the costume shop.
The whole thing went off the rails almost immediately.
He'd set up shop downtown, though a few...extra decorations had suddenly appeared. And, honestly, everyone was being very accommodating about the sudden appearance of so many dead- albeit fake- trees suddenly impeding traffic. And who even knows where that pipe organ is coming from, or the occasional chime of a church bell. The whole thing's built up a not insignificant crowd of onlookers by the time Nox appears. Literally appears, even- apparently materializing out of a swirl of fog to address the crowd and network alike in a low and raspy voice, distorted further by his helmet.]
[Well would you look at that, those eyes on the mask are changing color. And thanks to some fantastic purple lighting at that, since it's only getting brighter. In fact, even Nox is starting to glow as the winds whip up around him.]
[Right on cue, all the lights in the area flicker and vanish. Even traffic is forced to a standstill as headlights blink out, though motorists would soon have an entirely new problem to deal with as their vehicles began floating. As for Nox, he vanishes in a flash as well. But the music doesn't stop. If anything, the organ's started to become much livelier, accompanied by still more unseen instruments as the melody quickens and begins to change to something you could dance to. And then there's the rumble of distant thunder and the flash of lightning in the distance as a cloud of mist blankets the area, though curiously it never seems to really rise more than shin-high. Ethereal blue lights began to drift lazily through the air- five in total- circling the area and making a lazy descent as the music played. And as the music from the phantasmal organ reached a crescendo, the lights flew into the ground to vanish beneath the mist.
And that's when Nox reappears, lit just enough by the moonlight to catch the eye. And he's not alone for long, because each of those blue lights was soon replaced by a ghostly figure, all of whom seemed just as eager to put on a show as Nox himself. Who, apparently, was going to sing.]
[Was this rehearsed? Because it looks rehearsed. Not only is Nox very into his role, despite appearances the man's actually quite good. His singing voice is impeccable, and it might even be better without the slight distortion his helmet adds. Then again, maybe that's just an important part of the atmosphere.
The ghosts, however, lack that vocal talent. Still, the ghostly echo that accompanies their voices does a lot to make up for it. While all of them are singing, they don't all have the same role. Some have a habit of disappearing only to reappear later in the crowd to provide a jump scare, the others promptly snatch anyone who runs forward and drag them into a dance. It's hard to tell if the locals are in on it, since most of them just step naturally into the role. A few don't, and they seem to be treated a little...less gently. Not enough to hurt them, but it seems like Nox and the ghosts find delight in keeping those particular performers off balance and bewildered.]
[While the music doesn't stop per se, it does slow down, and any members of the crowd being toyed with by the ghosts are promptly spun back into one side or another as the ghosts vanish. They reappear again behind Nox in orderly fashion to conclude their performance. And while there's not exactly a spotlight, the moonlight's continuing to prove very sporting about the whole affair and makes sure the entire group is properly lit.]
[And just as the ghostly choir trails off, the music comes to an end and their improvised stage goes dark as even the moonlight fades. The ghosts dematerialize and seep back into Nox until even their glow is gone, and once again the wind howls to life and clears the remaining mist from the area. The trees vanish and the cars float gently back down to...well, mostly where they were before this whole incident happened. There might be a minor traffic jam for a while there. Another burst of light from Nox and everything's back to normal- street lights working properly, the skies clear (or as clear as they ever are in Maurtia Falls), and all is as it should be.
Save for one very bewildered Sith lord, who promptly shakes his head to try and regain his composure. A few glances around the area don't really provide him with any of the answers he's looking for, and he soon notices that his network device is still suspended in the air where he'd left it, and still broadcasting. That's one way to find out what's going on, isn't it?]
WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!
[He's taking it well. Just, ignore the lightning crackling at his fingertips. It's fine. This is fine.]
The whole thing went off the rails almost immediately.
He'd set up shop downtown, though a few...extra decorations had suddenly appeared. And, honestly, everyone was being very accommodating about the sudden appearance of so many dead- albeit fake- trees suddenly impeding traffic. And who even knows where that pipe organ is coming from, or the occasional chime of a church bell. The whole thing's built up a not insignificant crowd of onlookers by the time Nox appears. Literally appears, even- apparently materializing out of a swirl of fog to address the crowd and network alike in a low and raspy voice, distorted further by his helmet.]
When hinges creek in doorless chambers,
And strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls...
Whenever candle lights flicker,
Where the air is deathly still...
[Well would you look at that, those eyes on the mask are changing color. And thanks to some fantastic purple lighting at that, since it's only getting brighter. In fact, even Nox is starting to glow as the winds whip up around him.]
That is the time when ghosts are present-
Practicing their terror with ghoulish delight!
[Right on cue, all the lights in the area flicker and vanish. Even traffic is forced to a standstill as headlights blink out, though motorists would soon have an entirely new problem to deal with as their vehicles began floating. As for Nox, he vanishes in a flash as well. But the music doesn't stop. If anything, the organ's started to become much livelier, accompanied by still more unseen instruments as the melody quickens and begins to change to something you could dance to. And then there's the rumble of distant thunder and the flash of lightning in the distance as a cloud of mist blankets the area, though curiously it never seems to really rise more than shin-high. Ethereal blue lights began to drift lazily through the air- five in total- circling the area and making a lazy descent as the music played. And as the music from the phantasmal organ reached a crescendo, the lights flew into the ground to vanish beneath the mist.
And that's when Nox reappears, lit just enough by the moonlight to catch the eye. And he's not alone for long, because each of those blue lights was soon replaced by a ghostly figure, all of whom seemed just as eager to put on a show as Nox himself. Who, apparently, was going to sing.]
When the crypt doors creak
And the tombstones quake
Spooks come out for a swingin wake
Happy haunts materialize
And begin to vocalize
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize!
Now don't close your eyes
And don't try to hide
Or a silly spook may sit by your side!
Shrouded in a daft disguise
They pretend to terrorize
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize!
[Was this rehearsed? Because it looks rehearsed. Not only is Nox very into his role, despite appearances the man's actually quite good. His singing voice is impeccable, and it might even be better without the slight distortion his helmet adds. Then again, maybe that's just an important part of the atmosphere.
The ghosts, however, lack that vocal talent. Still, the ghostly echo that accompanies their voices does a lot to make up for it. While all of them are singing, they don't all have the same role. Some have a habit of disappearing only to reappear later in the crowd to provide a jump scare, the others promptly snatch anyone who runs forward and drag them into a dance. It's hard to tell if the locals are in on it, since most of them just step naturally into the role. A few don't, and they seem to be treated a little...less gently. Not enough to hurt them, but it seems like Nox and the ghosts find delight in keeping those particular performers off balance and bewildered.]
As the moon climbs high o'er dead oak tree
Spooks arrive for the midnight spree
Creepy creeps with eerie eyes
Start to shriek and harmonize
Grim grinning ghosts come out socialize!
When you hear the knell of a requiem bell
Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell
Restless bones etherealize
Rise as spooks of every size
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize!
[While the music doesn't stop per se, it does slow down, and any members of the crowd being toyed with by the ghosts are promptly spun back into one side or another as the ghosts vanish. They reappear again behind Nox in orderly fashion to conclude their performance. And while there's not exactly a spotlight, the moonlight's continuing to prove very sporting about the whole affair and makes sure the entire group is properly lit.]
If you would like to join our jamboree
There's a simple rule that's compulsory:
Mortals pay a token fee
Rest in peace, the haunting's free!
So hurry back we would like your company!
[And just as the ghostly choir trails off, the music comes to an end and their improvised stage goes dark as even the moonlight fades. The ghosts dematerialize and seep back into Nox until even their glow is gone, and once again the wind howls to life and clears the remaining mist from the area. The trees vanish and the cars float gently back down to...well, mostly where they were before this whole incident happened. There might be a minor traffic jam for a while there. Another burst of light from Nox and everything's back to normal- street lights working properly, the skies clear (or as clear as they ever are in Maurtia Falls), and all is as it should be.
Save for one very bewildered Sith lord, who promptly shakes his head to try and regain his composure. A few glances around the area don't really provide him with any of the answers he's looking for, and he soon notices that his network device is still suspended in the air where he'd left it, and still broadcasting. That's one way to find out what's going on, isn't it?]
WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!
[He's taking it well. Just, ignore the lightning crackling at his fingertips. It's fine. This is fine.]
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So... are the costumes any good?
video until the point he breaks the blasted thing
not the right specnot so proficient with the force choke to make it happen over the network. Not that he isn't imagining it, vividly, at this very moment.]THAT is your concern?!
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[And maybe he could start collecting Sith Lord helmets instead of stormtrooper helmets.]
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How kind of you.
[Whoever designed his helmet must have put considerable effort into it. Even with the distortion you can definitely tell when the wearer was speaking through gritted teeth and clenching their jaw so hard they might break something.]
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[Unfortunately, Ezra is both an annoying teenager and a close friend of Ahsoka's. So probably no murders.]
What do those ghosts think? How are you doing that anyways? Force stuff or this place stuff?
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[Maybe if he pitches it just right. Like a temporary mute button.]
And I don't care what the ghosts think, they-
[And that's just enough to activate the power he'd skimmed over in the files they gave him on arrival. The one that was a little too vague and didn't make enough sense at the time to worry about. Because now there'd be ANOTHER musical performance starting. Disappointingly, Nox wouldn't be performing, but the audio quality was nonetheless fantastic.]
Oh now what's-
[And he's cut off, because apparently this musical interlude comes with vocals courtesy of one Ray Park Jr.]
NO! THAT IS ENOUGH!
[Please hold, it seems the communicator has encountered technical difficulties and temporarily ceased broadcasting. On account of it being Force yeeted into the side of a building.]
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Yeah, that one's definitely not Force stuff. Either that or everyone's been keeping me from the really cool powers.
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And what do you know of "Force stuff," exactly?
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[The rest isn't too important, is it?]
What about you?
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[The Sith of his day weren't known for their generous retirement plans- you were a Lord until you fell from favor. And then you were just dead.]
Lords of the Sith do not just stop being Sith. I've heard that some were corrupted by Jedi and turned to the Light, most were just killed if they became a liability.
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[From what he can put together now, at least.]
They were doing the whole Rule of Two and then I think he died but got better or something? So his master had moved on and he was still out there being all Sithy, but they abandoned him and yeah.
Basically, he's a guy who was a Sith Lord, but then he did his own thing. He's dead now, if that helps.
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Ignoring for a moment that a Sith always does their own thing...The Rule of Two?
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[This was something he'd need to get more information on, but as Ezra was admitting he wasn't the best source for it, so he'd need to find someone else with more detailed information.]
I cannot help but suspect the understanding of the Force has only become even more rigidly dogmatic in whatever era you're from, and Jedi and Sith have both suffered for it.
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[Ezra shrugs.]
Are you gonna tell me whether you're a Sith or not or are we just skipping that part since most of what you've said makes that pretty clear?
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In this situation you aren't wrong, but I'd advise you to keep it to yourself. For my own sake, as well as the safety of anyone who might be stupid enough to try murdering me for it. Jedi especially. For an order of pacifists they're remarkably quick to resort to violence over conversation.
it would also be best to avoid making similar assumptions in the future. In my time, the Sith Empire is comparable to the Republic and Hutt Space in size, and controls several systems. The majority of its citizens are not Sith, but the majority of them possess at least a cursory knowledge of the ways of the Sith. Typically for their own safety, but not exclusively.
[Most of his peers are murder-happy assholes, he won't even try hiding that.]
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[... not that he hasn't caused his own share of trouble between different sides, but that's not the point.]
Do the majority of its citizens also wear creepy masks? Cause in my time, that's a Sith thing.
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Ignoring the present situation, anyway. The one in my galaxy, not... however many thousands of years ahead of it yours is.
[He's absolutely counting and compiling information, but Ezra doesn't need to know that.]
You're asking the wrong person that question. I did hear replica masks of certain long-dead Sith Lords were fashionable for a time, but it wasn't an everyday situation. Or if it was, I was in no position to notice.
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[But now he wants those replica masks, so there's that too.]
Anyways, who was that Jedi? Cause I've gotta admit, I'm curious about who's out there trying to kill people when you can't even die here.
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[Though, the not dying thing is news to him all the same]
What do you mean you can't die
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[Cause that sounds in line with everything else he's heard about past Jedi and Sith. In that most of it doesn't make much sense.]
Well, it's not like I've ever tested it, but if you die here you just come back? So there's not much of a point in fighting when no one can win.
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That was quite the showstopper!
Or traffic stopper.
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[Seriously, what the hell was going on]
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Nice effects. How did you create those ghostly singers?
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No comment.
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isolatedcontrolled setting.]no subject
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And I thought being perpetually haunted by one ghost was bad enough...
Sucks to be you, pal.
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[...hm. No infuriating music. Interesting.]
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[ You're getting an extra point for that. ]
Not necessarily shocking, but enjoyable.
[ This Asgardian is enjoying the shows so far. ]
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[ she's been ghost hunting. once. it'd gone about as well as expected. ]
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[Everything about this day is awful and he thoroughly hates that one of his best trump cards for survival was used for a public song and dance.]
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Though I have no idea what it was. And it's somewhat concerning that I could be compelled to sing, let alone something I'd never heard before.
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