A flash of lightning wasn't enough to scare Makoto. She was, after all, the Senshi of Earth and Nature and had already died a time or two. (No, no one needed to know that.) The brightness was unexpected, however, but it soon passed. When she had her eyesight back, she spent a few minutes trying to figure out where she was. And how she'd gotten here—wherever here was.
Nothing looked like her apartment. In fact, this sort of reminded her of Professor Tomoe's house, the one where they rescued Hotaru from. In a way. But, mostly it just reminded her of a parlor in some old movie set in some old European countryside where something was bound to happen. The dusty, unkept room reeked of mildew, dirt, and that 'old house smell' that she just couldn't pin down exactly.
Everything felt off and her instinct for fight or flight checked heavily into fight. Just as she considered if she should transform into her senshi form or not, she raised her arm and an unfamiliar object weighed it down. Looking, Makoto saw a...dumb bell, black and heavy with shiny spots on it. What?
"Wait, where'd this come from? Where is this place? Hello, is anyone there?"
She went to take a step, before she realized that there was something on the floor in front of her. Not something. No, someone. A dead someone. The butler of this place from the uniform, with what appeared to be his head bashed in. Brutually. She was guessing at the gender, because the victim's face was gone. Just gone.
And, oh god, was that blood that shined so brightly on the dumb bell? Was she holding the murder weapon?
She didn't scream, but she did have to bite back the bile rising in her throat. This was worse that most of the victims she'd seen during the fights with the enemies that came after the princess and the Silver Imperium Crystal. Way worse. And the fear and disgust she felt just made her want to transform anyway, but that was dangerous without knowing exactly what was here—besides her and the dead body.
Carefully, she stepped around the body without actually looking at the victim's missing face and top of the skull. When Makoto cleared that, she set the dumb bell down like she was putting down a baby or handling a souffle before it settled. The coppery smell of blood hit her nose and she gagged, but somehow managed not to throw up.
"What do I do?" she asked between clinched teeth before putting her hand in her pocket. Her fingers grazed a scrap of cloth and she pulled it out, relieved to see her handkerchief. Without thinking, she wiped the handle of the murder weapon and got ready to leave. However, just as she was standing, the doors to the room flew open and someone else stepped into the entrance.
Phase III
Somehow, she found her way into the kitchen, but the sight of the dead body was still too much for the girl to consider food. The paintings in the hallways had talked and tried to snatch at her, and she'd only escaped them by running down the hall as fast as she could.
"This place is crazy." Her voice was breathless and wild. Her hair was falling out of its normal ponytail and parts of her school uniform where torn from grabby, painted fingers. She finally reached a set of stairs that decided to move every time she put her foot on the bottom. She'd been on this particular landing three times already and was getting tired of the old woman with the weird hat and the bird. She as she was about to try the stairs again, the painting stop tittering and offered some advice.
"Gossip? About me?" She scratched at her face and thought a bit. "I think that Umino is cute, even with his thick glasses!"
Phase ???
[Pick your own adventure! I'm ready to roll with anything!]
Makoto Kino | Sailor Moon | Reserved
A flash of lightning wasn't enough to scare Makoto. She was, after all, the Senshi of Earth and Nature and had already died a time or two. (No, no one needed to know that.) The brightness was unexpected, however, but it soon passed. When she had her eyesight back, she spent a few minutes trying to figure out where she was. And how she'd gotten here—wherever here was.
Nothing looked like her apartment. In fact, this sort of reminded her of Professor Tomoe's house, the one where they rescued Hotaru from. In a way. But, mostly it just reminded her of a parlor in some old movie set in some old European countryside where something was bound to happen. The dusty, unkept room reeked of mildew, dirt, and that 'old house smell' that she just couldn't pin down exactly.
Everything felt off and her instinct for fight or flight checked heavily into fight. Just as she considered if she should transform into her senshi form or not, she raised her arm and an unfamiliar object weighed it down. Looking, Makoto saw a...dumb bell, black and heavy with shiny spots on it. What?
"Wait, where'd this come from? Where is this place? Hello, is anyone there?"
She went to take a step, before she realized that there was something on the floor in front of her. Not something. No, someone. A dead someone. The butler of this place from the uniform, with what appeared to be his head bashed in. Brutually. She was guessing at the gender, because the victim's face was gone. Just gone.
And, oh god, was that blood that shined so brightly on the dumb bell? Was she holding the murder weapon?
She didn't scream, but she did have to bite back the bile rising in her throat. This was worse that most of the victims she'd seen during the fights with the enemies that came after the princess and the Silver Imperium Crystal. Way worse. And the fear and disgust she felt just made her want to transform anyway, but that was dangerous without knowing exactly what was here—besides her and the dead body.
Carefully, she stepped around the body without actually looking at the victim's missing face and top of the skull. When Makoto cleared that, she set the dumb bell down like she was putting down a baby or handling a souffle before it settled. The coppery smell of blood hit her nose and she gagged, but somehow managed not to throw up.
"What do I do?" she asked between clinched teeth before putting her hand in her pocket. Her fingers grazed a scrap of cloth and she pulled it out, relieved to see her handkerchief. Without thinking, she wiped the handle of the murder weapon and got ready to leave. However, just as she was standing, the doors to the room flew open and someone else stepped into the entrance.
Phase III
Somehow, she found her way into the kitchen, but the sight of the dead body was still too much for the girl to consider food. The paintings in the hallways had talked and tried to snatch at her, and she'd only escaped them by running down the hall as fast as she could.
"This place is crazy." Her voice was breathless and wild. Her hair was falling out of its normal ponytail and parts of her school uniform where torn from grabby, painted fingers. She finally reached a set of stairs that decided to move every time she put her foot on the bottom. She'd been on this particular landing three times already and was getting tired of the old woman with the weird hat and the bird. She as she was about to try the stairs again, the painting stop tittering and offered some advice.
"Gossip? About me?" She scratched at her face and thought a bit. "I think that Umino is cute, even with his thick glasses!"
Phase ???
[Pick your own adventure! I'm ready to roll with anything!]