[Session 11] "This will be a very scary Christmas/ - Quiet, now, I think he's here"

[subject_013]

Who: Krampus!Wesker and... you (and a very unexpected Trench-warped actual!Krampus)
What: Something evil has taken residence on people's roofs... and it has company
When: The night of December 5th
Where: Anywhere in Trench.

Content Warnings: Aggression, menace with a broom, stalker-ish behavior, roof-running, misshapen and wounded demon..

The night of the fifth month of Dorothea's month, the snow might diminish briefly, as if for a respite. From out of the silence comes a soft tinkling of bells. Those who came from some version of Earth - or who have heard tell of Santa Claus - might rush to their windows looking for a glimpse of the jolly old elf, perhaps to see if he's made a trial run before the big night.

But no sleigh drawn by eight reindeer and a glowing-red-nosed leading deer appears. Instead, a tall figure perches on the roof of a nearby window, a pair of pointed, twisting horns rising from the hood it wears. A goat-like face peers from beneath, a shapeless black and red robe swathes its tall, lean form. It lurks there for a time, hefting a twig broom over its shoulder.

Then it darts up the roof to the ridgepole, a dark flash in the night, before it vanishes into the night.

Footsteps like hooves clatter on the rooftop overhead. Should one rush out to into the night to find the cause, something tall and dark drops from the roof into one's path, blocking the way.

The intruder looms up, leaning in closer and lowering the broom it carries. "Naughty... or nice?" it asks, in a naaah'ing yet deep voice, raising the broom so that the bristles tickle one under the chin.

Something else growls nearby. Another shadow looms up, another figure, taller than the first, so tall it has to stoop to get closer to its potential marks. As weird as the first horned interloper looks, the face has a stiff look, betraying another face behind it. On the other hand, sores and wounds pock the goat-face of the newcomer. The beast leans in closer, its red eyes glowing, growling and tucking a clawed finger under the first goat-beast's chin...


((OOC: Title and cut text nicked from "Krampus-Karol of the Bells" from Michael Daugherty's 2015 movie. Have the second annual Krampuslaufen, courtesy of Albert Wesker, aka "Dr. Adrian Winters.))

Comments

[survivalthroughhate]

Having been made aware of Krampus by now, Maul really isn't all that surprised when things get weird in Trench a few days after that. He's done a little bit of reading up on Krampus, and while the information is fragmentary this far in the future from the point where the 21st century was at, he's learned a little bit about what Krampus stands for and does this time of year. Maul is convinced now that he is Santa's twin, and yes, he definitely believes this Krampus-Pthumerian is real.

When he walks out and gets a broom under the chin, he smirks a little. "Now that is a very loaded question." But the expression on his face fades to one when he sees the creature coming up behind the first Krampus. Looks like this is about to get dangerous fast.

[onerthes]

[Vira-Lorr was rather shocked when her chase resulted in... uh... ok, that was something to behold wasn't it? She stared at the creature, who thankfully wasn't attacking. That was good. Her hand didn't stray towards her blade for the moment, as she regarded whoever it was.

It was a little hard to recognize him for certain, though she managed a smirk afterwards.]

By who's definitions, I wonder? I'm sure many would call me naughty, but I think of myself as quite nice.