thisavrou_log | The Hannya Mask

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.

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[Usually Elizabeth wouldn't be thrilled to have anybody use the words 'pretty little self' to describe her, but even with the additional stress of a broken limb she's not irate about it. He's just trying to calm her down while her brain and heart are going ten thousand miles a minute. She flashes a tired half-smile at Cayde.]

Easy for you to say, you're not the one who woke up the beast. Potentially. If it wasn't already awake.

[She walks on for a few more steps before the tension gets to her.] ...are you. Would you just. Keep it to yourself that I came through the ceiling?

[He meant it as a compliment anyway. But he knows her fixating on the problem won't help fix it, nor help her at the moment.]

Yeah, that. Potentially. Either way, worrying about what's happened won't change matters. Whether you woke it or someone else did, or it happened to do so itself, we still have a problem.

[There's a pause at the response before he glances at her again.]

Huh? Oh, that. Yeah, sure. I mean, I just did that a few weeks ago but thankfully I didn't land on anyone.

Right, you're right. Dwelling on the how isn't going to solve the problem. We have to warn the station, and figure out a way to get rid of this thing. [She flashes a grim smile at Cayde.] See an airlock anywhere around here?

[This latest revelation though clearly takes her by surprise. Elizabeth's eyes go wide, like she can't believe what she's hearing.]

You-- You just did it a few weeks ago?

[He somehow manages a smirk in return.]

Think there's a few that show up on the mapped sectors of the station.

[Elizabeth's surprise isn't really all that unexpected.]

Oh yeah. To be fair, I was kind of in a tough spot, checking out the ventilation shafts- [Because that's totally a normal thing] -and there was someone else up there who decided they didn't like our conversation and started throwing razor frisbees at me.

Uuuuh...long story short, I ghost-stepped through the ceiling and down to the hall below. It's a...Hunter thing. We can briefly phase through solid objects.

...oh. [That's a lot of information. The ventilation shafts, the razor frisbees because of poor conversation, but mostly she's a little relieved that he doesn't seem too interested in how Elizabeth got through the floor. To him, it's something normal. Oddly enough, even if the technology is no doubt different, that's a comfort to her.]

...Who was throwing razor frisbees at you?

[There's a lot of weird stuff that Guardians can do that are just...normal, once they've become Guardians. Abilities as might be possessed by other people in this place are just something he figures acceptable and entirely their business, and if it's useful, then why question?]

What was his name again?

I believe he identified himself as "Rinzler."

[The Ghost supplies, not surprised that Cayde's memory on the matter is questionable. There'd been a lot of other things to process, like why Rinzler was being so difficult about everything.]

Ah. Yes. [Elizabeth has at least partial memory of Rinzler and her tanglings with him.] I don't blame you for phasing through a wall when it's him you're dealing with. Sometimes it's more fun talking to a wall.

I think I know what you mean. Heck, I think I would've had more headway in a conversation with a wall! That guy has problems. I was answering all his questions, what more's he want from me?

-still holding up okay? Should be just around this corner.

You might have been better off answering his questions with more questions.

[She chuckles, but ow, everything hurts.] No, I think I broke my arm. [Alright, lame joke, but she's trying to not focus so hard on the pain and the panic.] Thank you, for taking me, by the way.

Probably would've gotten the same results.

[As in, getting disks thrown at you. Talk about a short temper!]

Better than broken legs. ...okay, no. I'd be upset with broken anything. Ah, 's no big deal. Sure wasn't just going to leave you there.

But, no satisfaction of answers. [Elizabeth nods as though this is the obvious answer to everything. She's probably in a bit of shock. Everything is slightly funny.]

Yeah, sure, but it was an option. I came through the ceiling raving about a monster, with a broken arm. That's a lot for anyone to deal with. And I don't... usually expect anyone to take care of me.

Heh. Believe me, I've seen worse. ...not that I can think of any right off the top of my head? Well, anyway. Like I said, not a problem. It's what Guardians do, or something.

The Hannya Mask

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