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LILAC

[When the shadows clear, your team stands unharmed in a fancy bedroom. There are sharp knives, similar to the ones in the ghost you just saw, scattered throughout the room. They are stuck fast in the walls, the ground, the bedposts, no amount of force can pull them free. The sheets of the bed are soaked in blood.

Over on the dressing table sits a jack-o-lantern that lights itself once you look at it, smoke rising from the flame into the shapes of people, acting out the scene of a memory in the room.

A young woman is getting ready for the ball, dressed in her very finest silks with her hair being styled neatly in place. The little girl doing her hair, perhaps ten years old, fumbles her fingers. She tugs on the hair slightly, dislodging some clips, and the woman starts screaming at her. ‘Clumsy little oaf!’. The girl is kicked out of the room, the young woman insisting on doing it herself and muttering about useless staff. After a moment of this there’s a flash of light that streaks toward the bed. The woman jumps up, startled, and investigates what happened. There is a knife stuck in the bedpost. Several more flashes of light appear behind her and she turns, horrified, to see them all aimed at her. She tries to scream, and the smoke disappears abruptly as all the knives come hurtling towards her.]

Light the lanterns.

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Don't we still have something to look for?

Let's just ... look in the flowers!

Sure. [wringing his clothes out. . . . .]

[ The flowers hold nothing of interest. But you still feel like you're suffocating a bit, like you need somewhere less bright to hide. ]

Seriously though, I think we should just go...

[going back to the bench the pumpkin was originally at and looking for matches]

[ARE YOU SURE, WHAT ABOUT WAY BACK AND DEEP IN THE FLOWERBEDS.

because she's determined to not go back to that fountain.]

[hhhnnn this is a bit uncomfortable isn't it]

[standing behind junpei :c :c :c sun :c]

[ Way back in the flowerbeds, where the shadows grow long, you find a few matches. ]

[GRABBING THIS MATCHES!!]

Guys, I found something!

Did the pumpkin finally try to attack!?

Nothing attacked, I found the matches!

Oh. Burn it, then!

[DOING SO, LET'S LIGHT THIS SUCKER]

[”You can’t be serious!” a man yells, storming across the courtyard after the smoke woman. She sits there happily, smiling pleasantly in the face of his rage. The man is tall and wearing regal clothes, a crown atop his head and waving a piece of rolled up paper.

“Is there a problem?” the woman asks, her expression never changing. “A problem?” the king sputters, “A PROBLEM? This is an outrage! You’ve changed the treaty, this will leave me bankrupt, this wasn’t what I signed.”

“But of course it is,” she says, smiling, “That’s your signature right there. And we all know you’re a man of your word, why, it’s your reputations shining point.” Her words shake the king, this is too much, this isn’t what he wanted. “Are you trying to start a war?” he asks quietly.

“Not at all. We’re allies now, you see?” Her smile doesn’t change. The king regains his composure, staring hard at her. “No. I don’t see. And you will pay for this, mark my words.”]