The Hannya Mask

[warandpeace]

Who: Event Post | Open
When: Dec. 5th - 15th
Where: Around Avagi
What: A demon is haunting the station, spurred on by emotional responses. More information can be found here.
Warnings: Violence, possible death, body horror, etc.

THE HAUNTING

The onryō starts making her first patrols in the early morning when most people are comfortably asleep and not wanting to wake up. The sense of unease she creates is palpable, and initially she just looks at who is around. She chooses in the dark who she should be angry with, who is a foolish idiot for making her mistakes and who is an ignorant soul who ignored the anguish of someone else's attention. Everyone else is unimportant.

Occasionally, rarely though, she'll stop and look at something. Usually carved or drawn or molded, something someone used their hands to create. The very faintest of scraps of who she used to be, though that's barely significant. There's not enough left of that self to deter her from stopping more of the foolishness that damned her.

The Noh mask appears the same day, the same time as her first investigations get underway, and there it remains, conveniently close to where the Ingress once was.

The mask will always return to this original state the moment it's not being observed. It'll be returned to its resting place. If it's been destroyed or altered or damaged in any way, it'll be back to the state that it was when previously examined (even permanent marker would disappear).

It's made of cypress wood and is covered in layers of chalk paint and a glue-like sealant. On the back is a raised signature, indicating that it was handmade by an artisan. On closer examination (like swabbing or enhanced senses or super scanner) there's a bit of smoke damage, but otherwise it's not been worn many times. The straps attached are hardly frayed at all. However it's aged, it's not from scuffing or rough handling.

There might not be much time to notice or to bother with it, though. Not when people are being hunted in the shadows, when quick hands reach out from cabinets or a hunched form hangs upside down from underneath a table, waiting for someone to sit down too close to her.

Comments

[clussy]

(It really was. Eddie was hardly an exception to the rule, even if he was often the one seeming the most sensitive to what the other boys were doing or saying. He could get at them just the same in his own way.)

We could just put Richie in a box and let him go for it. I'm sure it'd be funny.

(Eventually.)

Oh, what, like put on plays? That would actually be kinda fun.

[shipsandsealingwax]

If anyone could pull off a one man show it's R-R-Richie. [Bill smiles, and it's genuine and warm. He half considers actually looking for a box for their friend. If anything, Richie would love it.He would have a grand time doing his voices and being the center of attention for a while.]

Maybe I could w-write us something to put on. Just something small to st-start with.

[clussy]

I bet he'd actually be pretty funny. (It makes Eddie a little happy to think about Richie enjoying himself so much too. It was good for him to feel that way sometimes. God knows he deserved it. It does make Eddie get an idea.)

There's a theater here actually. It isn't huge, but it's in the Hall of Music. We could totally use it!

(This was starting to sound more and more fun by the second.)

[shipsandsealingwax]

Sounds like we've got a p-plan then. We'll just have to find the right story to t-tell.

[Bill's excited, too. The ideas are already rushing through his mind. For a few minutes, the demon and Eddie's injuries are put aside in favor of this idea that seems to have lifted both their spirits.

He gets up and offers Eddie a hand to help him up as well.]

We should get the others in on the brainstorming. Come on.