NIGHTMARE PLOT: BATTLE LOG

[these_balls]

Who: Nightmare Plot participants!
Where: THE BASEMENT (dun dun dunnnnn)
When: Wednesday, October 30
Summary: IT'S NOT CHERNOBOG. But you still have to fight it.
Rating: PG-13 in general; please mark threads that go higher accordingly!
Log:





YOU ARE HERE. IT LOOKS LIKE THIS. YOU'RE FIGHTING THIS. (IT'S NOT CHERNOBOG.)

ALSO, MOOD MUSIC.


KEY:

• RED areas are inaccessible regions! This time, characters have a little less discretion in what they perceive as the reason for the inaccessibility; it'll either be something like a broken or crumbling wall, a locked door, an archway overgrown with dangerous-looking vines, thick fog, or something else of that nature!

• The GREEN area is the set of stairs you used to get down here in the first place! Again, this is here so you know where your starting point is in relation to everything else.

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☆ THE NUMBER TO MEET OR BEAT IS 55 PARTICIPANTS ☆.

REMEMBER: IF YOUR CHARACTER DOES NOT POST TO THE BOSSFIGHT LOG AT LEAST ONCE
(AS A TOP-LEVEL COMMENT OR IN RESPONSE TO SOMEONE ELSE'S TOP-LEVEL COMMENT)
BEFORE 7:00 AM EST on OCTOBER 31, THEY WILL NOT COUNT TOWARD THE 55-PARTICIPANT GOAL!

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QUICK LINKS

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Comments

[topoftheclass]

[Keiko doesn't mind a young boy speeding to her rescue. Normally she'd resent the idea of needing rescue but these monsters aren't exactly something she can easily get rid of with a solid slap to the face.

She jumps a little as the boy fights with the monsters. The lashing points of light just as terrifying as the shadows being attacked by them. Keiko stares at the proffered hand for a heart beat. She just witnessed a little boy beat up a shadow with a strange glowing light and now he's waiting for her to take his hand. No big deal. It's all good she's used to this. Not strange at all. Nope.

Except it totally is as she takes his hand with a nervous expression and wide eyes.]

Uh yeah. Thanks.

[neededlassie]

[As the shadows attack him, Shaun doesn't move, and after they first extend neither do the sharp violet points of light. It doesn't kill any, but more than a couple are smoking profusely and hissing in outrage as they slink back into the shadows, their small prey not as easy a target as they had originally thought.

He can't help but grin at their retreat, but his smile turns reassuring at the older girl who takes his hand. There's little that's intimidating about a small 11-year-old boy smiling at you, particularly when the poison-purple glow subsides to a small, pale blue halo.]

No problem! Hold on.

[When he runs, it's a little faster than a boy should be able to, but as long as she holds onto him, it's slow enough for her to keep up. His hand is cool, and seems to resolutely refuse to warm even at human contact.]

I'm Shaun. What's your name?