07-15-2023, 11:13 PM
Sámiel watched still as a statue as the Roza, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, skipped up to him, her presence bringing a familiar warmth to his soul. She leaned in, planting a playful kiss on his cheek, and he couldn't help but smile gleefully at her infectious energy.
"I have a favor to ask," she said, her voice laced with anticipation. From her person, she retrieved a sticker, carefully pressing it face down into Sámiel's hand. “Can you make this appear inside your show for my friends back there?" The corners of his mouth curled up, realizing her intent.
With a knowing glimmer in his hazel eyes, Sámiel closed his hand around the sticker and nodded. "Consider it done,” he replied, his voice carrying an air of conspiratorial mischief.
As the girl rejoined her friends, Sámiel turned his attention to the tent that housed his haunted attraction, contemplating the illusion he would create.
The moment they stepped foot into the tent, a palpable shift in the atmosphere would send shivers down their spines. The air grew heavy with anticipation, as if the very walls were alive with secrets waiting to be unraveled.
The dimly lit space revealed a twisted labyrinth of corridors, leading deeper into darkness. Jagged shadows danced and writhed upon the fabric-laden walls, creating an unsettling tapestry of phantasmal faces that never really took recognizable form. The faint scent of decay lingered in the air, invoking a primal instinct to flee.
As the visitors cautiously ventured into the center, whispers seemed to follow their every step. The mystical faces emanated muffled voices, distorted and disembodied, whispering unsettling secrets just beyond their comprehension. The air grew colder, the temperature dropping with each passing moment, making their breath visible in the ethereal gloom.
Suddenly, a flicker of movement would catch their attention. Now in the center of the tent with seeming no further exit, a figure materialized, its surface bearing an uncanny resemblance to the sticker the girl had given Sámiel. It swirled around them before its mouth gaped wide and out spewed dozens more just like it. From each screaming mouth more poured. Finally, the haunting face stopped its movement and grew larger than life, its features twisted in anguish and terror. With an angry roar, it rushed forth, its jaw reaching impossibly large as though to swallow all of them whole.
Now inside the spectral figure, the visitors would found themselves immersed in the chaotic scene. Its colors bled together, warping and shifting, as if the screams trapped within the canvas had been unleashed upon the world.
Unsettling wails and distorted whispers would fill their ears, creating an atmosphere of sheer dread. The ground beneath their feet trembled, and the room seemed to tilt and spin, disorienting their senses. Faces hidden within the swirls of color appeared and disappeared, their tortured expressions searing into their minds.
Just as the visitors reached the height of their terror, the floor opened up from under their feet for a free fall into darkness. Following a moment of sheer dread, they would land on padded mattresses, safe and able to climb out of the experience to freedom. Outside once more, the air cleared, and the passage vanished, leaving behind only the faint scent of memories woven into the fabric of the carnival.
Sámiel watched from nearby shadows as the group stumbled out of the exit, their faces etched with a mix of awe and unease. He knew that their encounter with the haunted sticker had forever imprinted itself upon the souls of Roza’s friends, an unforgettable experience created by his powerful touch.
((ooc: He will have done his spell casting and channeling off-screen after the group entered the tent. He will have secretly followed them inside and sat on the ground to quickly channel as they moved through the experience. It is possible Cruz will have felt the presence of a nearby channeler. Up to you if you want to acknowledge that.))
"I have a favor to ask," she said, her voice laced with anticipation. From her person, she retrieved a sticker, carefully pressing it face down into Sámiel's hand. “Can you make this appear inside your show for my friends back there?" The corners of his mouth curled up, realizing her intent.
With a knowing glimmer in his hazel eyes, Sámiel closed his hand around the sticker and nodded. "Consider it done,” he replied, his voice carrying an air of conspiratorial mischief.
As the girl rejoined her friends, Sámiel turned his attention to the tent that housed his haunted attraction, contemplating the illusion he would create.
+++If you dare enter, this is what you will find+++
The moment they stepped foot into the tent, a palpable shift in the atmosphere would send shivers down their spines. The air grew heavy with anticipation, as if the very walls were alive with secrets waiting to be unraveled.
The dimly lit space revealed a twisted labyrinth of corridors, leading deeper into darkness. Jagged shadows danced and writhed upon the fabric-laden walls, creating an unsettling tapestry of phantasmal faces that never really took recognizable form. The faint scent of decay lingered in the air, invoking a primal instinct to flee.
As the visitors cautiously ventured into the center, whispers seemed to follow their every step. The mystical faces emanated muffled voices, distorted and disembodied, whispering unsettling secrets just beyond their comprehension. The air grew colder, the temperature dropping with each passing moment, making their breath visible in the ethereal gloom.
Suddenly, a flicker of movement would catch their attention. Now in the center of the tent with seeming no further exit, a figure materialized, its surface bearing an uncanny resemblance to the sticker the girl had given Sámiel. It swirled around them before its mouth gaped wide and out spewed dozens more just like it. From each screaming mouth more poured. Finally, the haunting face stopped its movement and grew larger than life, its features twisted in anguish and terror. With an angry roar, it rushed forth, its jaw reaching impossibly large as though to swallow all of them whole.
Now inside the spectral figure, the visitors would found themselves immersed in the chaotic scene. Its colors bled together, warping and shifting, as if the screams trapped within the canvas had been unleashed upon the world.
Unsettling wails and distorted whispers would fill their ears, creating an atmosphere of sheer dread. The ground beneath their feet trembled, and the room seemed to tilt and spin, disorienting their senses. Faces hidden within the swirls of color appeared and disappeared, their tortured expressions searing into their minds.
Just as the visitors reached the height of their terror, the floor opened up from under their feet for a free fall into darkness. Following a moment of sheer dread, they would land on padded mattresses, safe and able to climb out of the experience to freedom. Outside once more, the air cleared, and the passage vanished, leaving behind only the faint scent of memories woven into the fabric of the carnival.
Sámiel watched from nearby shadows as the group stumbled out of the exit, their faces etched with a mix of awe and unease. He knew that their encounter with the haunted sticker had forever imprinted itself upon the souls of Roza’s friends, an unforgettable experience created by his powerful touch.
((ooc: He will have done his spell casting and channeling off-screen after the group entered the tent. He will have secretly followed them inside and sat on the ground to quickly channel as they moved through the experience. It is possible Cruz will have felt the presence of a nearby channeler. Up to you if you want to acknowledge that.))