When the candle is lit, a purple mist begins to seep out of the pumpkin’s maw, almost as if a fog machine sits inside. It’s thick as it bleeds into the air, carrying with it the scent of lilacs and rosemary.
Any who breathe the mist in will feel hands around their throat, vision dimming for a moment before sharpening once more, able to see things that weren’t there before. Hazy shapes and figures, drifting through the park and heedless of the living. Spirits without faces, doomed to an eternal wandering.
I should note actually, that particular sensation will only occur while she’s near the pumpkin itself. The seeing ghosts thing, however, seems more or less permanent for the time being.
When the candle is placed within a pumpkin it will flicker to life. After a delay of roughly three seconds, it lets out an ear splitting shriek and a cloud of silver glitter explodes out of the Jack-o’-Lantern. It gets everywhere, covers everything, and is liable to linger for an annoyingly long amount of time. As glitter tends to do.
After getting coated in the stuff, Kanade might begin to feel… Different. Her senses of hearing, taste, and smell all seem… Sharper. Stronger. Her eyesight is also better than it’s ever been, and there’s an odd sort of… Weightlessness that seems to settle into her footsteps.
Which is probably due to the fact that she now floats when she’s not actively focusing on staying firmly on the ground. Do try not to be carried off by the wind.
Breathing in the smoke emitted makes Noah's ears begin to ring. His skin prickles and burns, and it feels for a moment as if something has bitten into his throat. It's to that sensation of razor sharp teeth rending his flesh that he eventually loses consciousness.
When he comes to once again, it becomes very apparent quite fast that he's been afflicted with some form of therianthropic curse. Although if the long, striped, prehensile tail is anything to gauge things by, it certainly isn't lupine in nature. In fact, upon further investigation the fuzzy ears that now perk up from his head seem decidedly feline in nature. The nails on his fingers have elongated into sharp claws, and tiger stripes crisscross his skin.
Normally, such an curse would mark the afflicted as a weretiger. Unfortunately (or fortunately) given how in this realm of reality the world seems to be stuck in a perpetual sunset, his own shifting has been impacted by this as well, leaving him in a sort of in-between state. Noah is - for all intents and purposes - more werecatboy than tiger.
Shiemi has long since become accustomed to the sight of blue fire, though she has never seen a flame this shade that has made her feel so... Cold inside. So... Hungry.
Her throat burns with a thirst she can barely comprehend, yet no food or drink seems enough to satisfy. Her senses sharpen, fixating on the warm pulse of blood running through the veins of her fellow park goers. Since when has blood sounded so delicious? Always?
Regardless, her body is also tougher; her skin feels like granite to the touch, impervious to damage, pale and icy cold. Her strength grows exponentially, leaving her stronger than she's ever been before. Her eye color shifts several shades down until her irises are black as coal, two hungry voids that seem to pierce the soul.
Unfortunately, the newborn storm clouds have hidden the sun from view, so there's no way of knowing whether or not her flesh sparkles beneath its rays. However, for some inexplicable reason her vision seems to view everything with a distinct, blue-tinted filter. How did we get here?
Following the lighting of the candle, a piercing migraine starts at the left temple, gradually spreading and spreading until eventually his whole head throbs and aches with an overwhelming pain. Reaching up to touch the effected area leads to fingers coming away covered in blood, and further investigation reveals that at least two buckets’ worth of the stuff has somehow managed to sluice its way down his body, coating him from head to toe. No amount of rinsing or scrubbing seems to be enough to wash it from his limbs, and any that is successfully wiped away is only replaced with more seconds later.
The headache clears, and with it comes with the slow realization that he seems to be able to move things around with his mind. In addition to this, some experiments lead to the conclusion that he is also capable of conversing with others exclusively through telepathy. Enjoy the brain powers, and try not to start any fires!
As Clamor manages to finish carving up his pumpkin (likely with Noah's aid) and places the green candle into the newly made Jack-o'-lantern, the air fills with the scent of citrus and apple. It's thick, crowding the air with such a potency that it's almost tasted.
Eventually the overwhelming aroma clears, and Clamor is left with the prickling sensation that something is watching him with malicious intent. From this moment on, when he draws near any plant life, the foliage will inexplicably gain just enough sentience to attempt to murder him. Tree branches reach forth to try and wrap around his spiritual neck, grass and weeds attempt to grab at his already broken vessel to break it even further. Acorns and pinecones will launch themselves down at high velocity, attempting to pelt him and anyone who has the misfortune of being next to him when they begin their rapid fire assault.
Congrats on returning from beyond the veil! Mother nature is now hunting you for sport.
Amizeth places his candle into the freshly carved pumpkin and is greeted by the scent of sandalwood and hinoki. The flame burns bright white, even as the smoke that ribbons off of the burning wick wafts through the air in shades of soot-black. It’s quiet and peaceful, the atmosphere pleasant and the aroma soothing.
Lightning strikes overhead, and when Amizeth looks down there’s a page clenched tightly in his fingers that certainly was not there moments prior. A phantom drumbeat kicks up in his ears, accompanied by the distant crackle of static. Thunder booms finally booms in the wake of its companion, and with it comes the feeling of dread that settles deep in the gut.
The end result is similar to the one Noah received, though rather than cat ears and a cat tail, her skin begins to get covered in patches of dark green scales. She does also get a tail of her own, but this one is heavier and covered in reptilian scutes. It drags on the ground behind her as she walks on land, but would no doubt be a handy rudder to help maneuver through water should she decide to go swimming.
Aerith is now a were-crocodilian. I'm so sorry queen.
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CANDLE CHOICES
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Any who breathe the mist in will feel hands around their throat, vision dimming for a moment before sharpening once more, able to see things that weren’t there before. Hazy shapes and figures, drifting through the park and heedless of the living. Spirits without faces, doomed to an eternal wandering.
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I should note actually, that particular sensation will only occur while she’s near the pumpkin itself. The seeing ghosts thing, however, seems more or less permanent for the time being.
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After getting coated in the stuff, Kanade might begin to feel… Different. Her senses of hearing, taste, and smell all seem… Sharper. Stronger. Her eyesight is also better than it’s ever been, and there’s an odd sort of… Weightlessness that seems to settle into her footsteps.
Which is probably due to the fact that she now floats when she’s not actively focusing on staying firmly on the ground. Do try not to be carried off by the wind.
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When he comes to once again, it becomes very apparent quite fast that he's been afflicted with some form of therianthropic curse. Although if the long, striped, prehensile tail is anything to gauge things by, it certainly isn't lupine in nature. In fact, upon further investigation the fuzzy ears that now perk up from his head seem decidedly feline in nature. The nails on his fingers have elongated into sharp claws, and tiger stripes crisscross his skin.
Normally, such an curse would mark the afflicted as a weretiger. Unfortunately (or fortunately) given how in this realm of reality the world seems to be stuck in a perpetual sunset, his own shifting has been impacted by this as well, leaving him in a sort of in-between state. Noah is - for all intents and purposes - more werecatboy than tiger.
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does this persist after he drowns—
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oh my god brb he's going to go knock shit over.
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Her throat burns with a thirst she can barely comprehend, yet no food or drink seems enough to satisfy. Her senses sharpen, fixating on the warm pulse of blood running through the veins of her fellow park goers. Since when has blood sounded so delicious? Always?
Regardless, her body is also tougher; her skin feels like granite to the touch, impervious to damage, pale and icy cold. Her strength grows exponentially, leaving her stronger than she's ever been before. Her eye color shifts several shades down until her irises are black as coal, two hungry voids that seem to pierce the soul.
Unfortunately, the newborn storm clouds have hidden the sun from view, so there's no way of knowing whether or not her flesh sparkles beneath its rays. However, for some inexplicable reason her vision seems to view everything with a distinct, blue-tinted filter. How did we get here?
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The headache clears, and with it comes with the slow realization that he seems to be able to move things around with his mind. In addition to this, some experiments lead to the conclusion that he is also capable of conversing with others exclusively through telepathy. Enjoy the brain powers, and try not to start any fires!
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Eventually the overwhelming aroma clears, and Clamor is left with the prickling sensation that something is watching him with malicious intent. From this moment on, when he draws near any plant life, the foliage will inexplicably gain just enough sentience to attempt to murder him. Tree branches reach forth to try and wrap around his spiritual neck, grass and weeds attempt to grab at his already broken vessel to break it even further. Acorns and pinecones will launch themselves down at high velocity, attempting to pelt him and anyone who has the misfortune of being next to him when they begin their rapid fire assault.
Congrats on returning from beyond the veil! Mother nature is now hunting you for sport.
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Lightning strikes overhead, and when Amizeth looks down there’s a page clenched tightly in his fingers that certainly was not there moments prior. A phantom drumbeat kicks up in his ears, accompanied by the distant crackle of static. Thunder booms finally booms in the wake of its companion, and with it comes the feeling of dread that settles deep in the gut.
Seven pages to go. Better start running.
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Aerith is now a were-crocodilian. I'm so sorry queen.
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I forgot all the effects and didn't look on purpose before I picked a color so i'm sorry too, queen