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/They slowly attempt to pull her up, being careful to make sure she doesn't fall./

/Footsteps could be heard./

{Vera doesn’t know if to call out for help or try to move away from the source of the noise.

She can’t do much of either, given her current state, but just the options stresses her.}

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i'm a sucker for narrators who are like,,, part of the narrative. they're a part of the story. they may or may not be fundemantal to it, but they influence it one way or another.

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/The footsteps pause, before receding. Soon, a guest returns with a black cane, holding the end of it out to her./

/They look… different than the other guests. They wear no mask, their face instead entirely blank aside from bright red eyes. They wear a simple, knee length dress, and their hair reaches just past the hem./

/Footsteps could be heard./

{Vera doesn’t know if to call out for help or try to move away from the source of the noise.

She can’t do much of either, given her current state, but just the options stresses her.}

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/It simply… stares./

*lavender walks up to one of the guests*

you’re a weird thing, aren’t you?

/It simply stares./

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/It doesn't respond./

*lavender walks up to one of the guests*

you’re a weird thing, aren’t you?

/It simply stares./

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/They eventually let go once she has been almost entirely coated in the substance./

/It stares at her for a few moments./

…I'm sorry.

/She runs off, back towards the ballroom./

/There seems to be a clear path from the snack table to someone seated at a grand piano…/

{Vera glances between the path and the snack table, before mustering up the courage to start heading over to the grand piano. She supposes that she came to a ball, so she might as well get to know the others guests, right?}

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/It takes a few moments to respond, before nodding./

*lavender walks up to one of the guests*

you’re a weird thing, aren’t you?

/It simply stares./

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/It just shakes its head./

*lavender walks up to one of the guests*

you’re a weird thing, aren’t you?

/It simply stares./

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/It sits down on the ground, placing a hand again its head. It almost seems as if it's in pain./

*lavender walks up to one of the guests*

you’re a weird thing, aren’t you?

/It simply stares./

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/It doesn't respond./

*lavender walks up to one of the guests*

you’re a weird thing, aren’t you?

/It simply stares./

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/It nods./

*lavender walks up to one of the guests*

you’re a weird thing, aren’t you?

/It simply stares./

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/It nods, before tilting its head and clicking again./

*lavender walks up to one of the guests*

you’re a weird thing, aren’t you?

/It simply stares./

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/It takes a step forward, holding its arms out, before pausing. It takes a black handkerchief out of the breast pocket on its suit, holding it out with one hand while pointing at the black substance with another./

*lavender walks up to one of the guests*

you’re a weird thing, aren’t you?

/It simply stares./

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/They just smile, though something behind it seems almost sad, and firmly holds her arm in place./

/The substance continues climbing up her legs from below and dripping onto her head from above. Hell, some is even leaking through the cracks on their hands onto her arm. It stings, like being stabbed by a thousand needles./

/There seems to be a clear path from the snack table to someone seated at a grand piano…/

{Vera glances between the path and the snack table, before mustering up the courage to start heading over to the grand piano. She supposes that she came to a ball, so she might as well get to know the others guests, right?}

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/She drops the gloves on the floor, before grabbing Vera's arm./

Oh, come on, I'm not going to hurt you!

/Something black drips from the ceiling, hitting her head./

Just stay still, won't you?

/V'z fbeel./

/There seems to be a clear path from the snack table to someone seated at a grand piano…/

{Vera glances between the path and the snack table, before mustering up the courage to start heading over to the grand piano. She supposes that she came to a ball, so she might as well get to know the others guests, right?}

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…No, not really. But it won't matter soon.

/The substance begins to climb up Vera's feet, holding her in place, while C slowly removes her gloves, revealing cracks covering her arms and hands, all oozing that same black liquid./

/There seems to be a clear path from the snack table to someone seated at a grand piano…/

{Vera glances between the path and the snack table, before mustering up the courage to start heading over to the grand piano. She supposes that she came to a ball, so she might as well get to know the others guests, right?}

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Hm. A shame.

/Something is wrrrrrrrrrrrr

/There seems to be a clear path from the snack table to someone seated at a grand piano…/

{Vera glances between the path and the snack table, before mustering up the courage to start heading over to the grand piano. She supposes that she came to a ball, so she might as well get to know the others guests, right?}