[There's a man on a horse. This isn't technically weird for London, but he's dressed in ordinary clothes. Clearly, this isn't his job. He's got some ghosts around him, translucent and sickly-green and wearing weird high-fantasy clothes. There's only ten or so of them, and they definitely don't look like they're under his command. Honestly, it looks more like they're following him around out of curiosity, like they're wondering what he's going to do. They move sleepily.]
Where are the rest of you? I have need of you. Where have they all gone?
[London, later, closed]
[That man is now surrounded by a hundred ghosts, and the broken sword that was hanging from the horse's saddle is gone. Instead, he has a full sword in his hands, and the ghosts look much more awake and engaged. Aaron is near the London teleporter, and he looks frustrated.]
[Locke City, even later!]
[A man, his horse, and his ghosts are going to be engaged in combat pretty much the rest of the day. He's doing well, at first: having a hundred unkillable ghosts helps with that. However, he's soon faced with an enemy that is capable of affecting the dead.
You might see Aaron on horseback, holding his own against one of the aliens, fighting it from the front as the ghosts mob from around him and step in to lend a hand. You might see him around a corner, in a side street that's temporarily quiet, holding the head of the horse in his lap as blood spreads below it. You might see one of the aliens ripping ghost after ghost apart, and Aaron, worn out and hurt, trying desperately to regroup. All of these are things you might see, if you are in Locke City today.]
London | OPEN & CLOSED | Locke City | OPEN | action | cw: animal death
[There's a man on a horse. This isn't technically weird for London, but he's dressed in ordinary clothes. Clearly, this isn't his job. He's got some ghosts around him, translucent and sickly-green and wearing weird high-fantasy clothes. There's only ten or so of them, and they definitely don't look like they're under his command. Honestly, it looks more like they're following him around out of curiosity, like they're wondering what he's going to do. They move sleepily.]
Where are the rest of you? I have need of you. Where have they all gone?
[London, later, closed]
[That man is now surrounded by a hundred ghosts, and the broken sword that was hanging from the horse's saddle is gone. Instead, he has a full sword in his hands, and the ghosts look much more awake and engaged. Aaron is near the London teleporter, and he looks frustrated.]
[Locke City, even later!]
[A man, his horse, and his ghosts are going to be engaged in combat pretty much the rest of the day. He's doing well, at first: having a hundred unkillable ghosts helps with that. However, he's soon faced with an enemy that is capable of affecting the dead.
You might see Aaron on horseback, holding his own against one of the aliens, fighting it from the front as the ghosts mob from around him and step in to lend a hand. You might see him around a corner, in a side street that's temporarily quiet, holding the head of the horse in his lap as blood spreads below it. You might see one of the aliens ripping ghost after ghost apart, and Aaron, worn out and hurt, trying desperately to regroup. All of these are things you might see, if you are in Locke City today.]