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| Harmon Darrius | Aug 16 2010, 11:53 PM Post #1 |
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It had been a long flight to Japan. Harmon yawned sleepily, still suffering from some jet lag from the flight. Despite being exhausted from his trip he had headed straight out to investigate, after all, heroes didn't have time to rest! More like you don't have any money to pay for a room anywhere. Most of the people he had talked to had spoken of a number of strange places around the area, but the place that keep being mentioned was the lighthouse. Figuring this would be the best place to start looking, and cause it was the closest he headed for the lighthouse. He glanced down at his watch and saw that it was about 11:45, almost midnight. Memories of that terrible time began to play in his mind and he began to question the intelligence of this. Part of him wanted to head back, to run and hide before midnight came, but one glance at the locket hanging from his neck steeled his nerves. He keep walking toward the old lighthouse with a sure smile on his face knowing he could handle whatever came at him, just like he had handled it back with his sister. |
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| Philemon | Aug 18 2010, 11:35 PM Post #2 |
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It was a weeknight, so there wasn't to be much expected in the realm of people being out and about. Less so when there are rumors of people being abducted and/or killed going around town. The wide street leading up to the boardwalk and beach area was virtually devoid of life, and Harmon essentially had only his own thoughts and the occaional hobo to keep him company on his walk. Despite his relatively close proximity to the ocean, the sound of the waves rolling against the rocks and pier's supports seemed quite distant. It was almost as if he wasn't really there, but instead listening to the scene on TV with the volume turned way down. The street lights and lamp posts along the pier allowed Harmon to make out the lay of the land between himself and his destination, but brief stints of light and the moon above be only so comforting. A small set of stairs a few yards ahead would lead him down to the sand and rocks. A path from the bottom of said stairs wound through the rocks and led around the edge of a small inlet. A narrow corridor of land was the ultimate destination for this path, and at the very end of that corridor was the lighthouse, ominously standing with only a few lights around it to even reveal its existence. |
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| Harmon Darrius | Aug 18 2010, 11:52 PM Post #3 |
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Harmon ignored the hobos and focused on the weird feelings he was getting. The ocean's roar was now a dull growl and some part of him screamed at him that something else was wrong. But Harmon ignored it as he felt the locket smack into his chest with each step. Whatever was going on was exactly the kind of thing he had been looking for so long. It was just like that time so long ago... Harmon glanced up at the nearly black lighthouse and could see why people thought it was haunted. It really did look ominous far out on its tiny piece of land with barely anything to show it existed. It was like entering it would erase you from everything. Turn back, this is stupid. What do you think you can do against something that could kill so completely and that no one else could stop? Harmon moved down the stairs and toward the lighthouse. He punched his open palm as he headed for the lighthouse. He smiled up at the lighthouse with a cocky smile despite being anything but confident. "Bring it on you shadow bastards. Lets' see how you deal with hero Harmon." |
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| Philemon | Aug 20 2010, 12:48 AM Post #4 |
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A thick fog had begun to roll in not long after Harmon had entered the area, and it only became thicker as time went on. It almost seemed as if nature itself was trying to either deter him from his path by obscuring it, or was joining in on the ominous feel of the area by making it so he could see even less. Whatever the reason behind the fog, it had made it a lot harder to see his route to the lighthouse, and had even made it a bit treacherous when the path was flanked by rocks. Eventually, however, he managed to find his way to the lighthouse, steeled by his resolve and drawn by the convictions his better judgement wanted him to ignore. The tall building didn't seem any less forboding now that Harmon was standing right in front of it, and the fog was making it so he could only barely make out the top. What good was a lighthouse if its beacon was never on, anyway? Right when enough time had passed to make the structure only really scary because of the setting, enough time had also passed for it to be midnight. Harmon's watch struck midnight and then promptly stopped, almost as if the seconds it had been ticking away had also been counting down its own demise. As if on queue, the entire environment surrounding him began to change. The first thing he would likely notice was the fog... or to be more precise, the lackthereof. Only a second ago, the miasma had been so thick and stifling that it could almost choke someone if they thought about it enough, but now all of it was just gone. Darkness pervaded where the fog used to be as the lights all around him had died right after his watch had. Next, a strange and ominous atmosphere would begin to creep all around him. A quick look back toward the mainland would reveal that the last hobo he had seen was now a coffin veiled in crimson, standing upright as if held that way by some unseen force. Although the fog had vanished, he would feel just as stifled as if it was still all around him, slowly creeping into his mouth, down his throat, and into his lungs. It was more than just fear and paranoia. Finally, the one of the two signatures that made the Dark Hour much more than just some sort of hallucination or trick of the mind. The moon - which had until midnight struck been hidden by fog and quite small - seemed to grow several fold in seconds, soon taking up a huge portion of the visible sky. Even more eerie was the fact that it had grown quite visibly on the water as well, its reflection somehow seeming larger than it appeared in the sky. Finally, the cold, but easing palor of its lunar surface gave way to an unearthly green, which immediately cast everything visible in the same strange hue. It almost appeared that Harmon had put on green-tinted sunglasses, except for the fact that it was now far brighter than it had been before. And then there was the lighthouse. Several seemingly hidden compartments below the lighthouse rose and sprung forth from the structure's base. The main lighthouse structure itself ascended above its foundations and soon was several miles above where it originally was. It now appeared to have several floors and several different routes to the top. Interestingly enough, every few floors also seemed to be made out of significantly different materials and hailed from a architectural tradition. The eerie green hue gleamed from the entire gargantuan tower as two, large glass doors appeared at the base just a few yards ahead of Harmon. Neo Tartarus had revealed itself to him. |
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| Harmon Darrius | Aug 23 2010, 10:11 PM Post #5 |
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A normal person would have freaked out at such a sight, a normal person would have paniced, a normal person would have fled. But Harmon had been in this strange place before, the time between midnights. The hour of unnatural time where the world twisted and changed. He had seen it two times before now. Well, he had experienced it anyway, he had seen it many times but had refused to leave his room or the building he was in. His first had been when his sister had...no he wouldn't think about that. His second had horrified him just as much as his first. It had been when he had stayed out too late on an investigation. He had been passing Ground Zero when it had happened... No, this was no time to be traveling down memory lane, he had better things to do, like getting out of here. This was suicide, he couldn't possibly stay here or try to go into that....place. But he had to. This was exactly the kind of place where he might find answers for what happened and avenge his sister. He couldn't back down now. Taking a deep breath, and having lost his cocky smile, he headed toward the transformed lighthouse. He took out his rusted revolver as he edged closer to the doors, intent on entering if nothing stopped him. |
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| Philemon | Aug 24 2010, 07:43 PM Post #6 |
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The glass doors of the entrance had been the last to reveal themselves to Harmon, slowly opening after they had completely rose from the depths of the earth. No shadows seemed to be around, and he was allowed ubarred passage into the entryhall. It sported a cracked checkered floor that at one time seemed to be made out of the most pristine of materials, as a certain glossiness was still present. A strange platform with a coiled device behind it was off on the right side of the room, and while it appeared to have power running to it, there didn't seem to be anyway to turn it on or off, so it was a lost cause. The ceiling seemed to go on forever, and a look up would not reveal where it was. Instead, the seemingly only real way to progress from where he was seemed to be a wide staircase which dominated the center of the hall. Strangely enough though, it stopped abruptly about thirty yards up in the air, where it led to a door. The door itself was not connected to any walls... |
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| Harmon Darrius | Aug 26 2010, 12:46 AM Post #7 |
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While Harmon had been in this strange world before, he had not seen anything as strange as this. The entire area seemed like something out of a strange dream(just like everything in this hour) and he was a bit worried about moving forward. But he had to. He had to find out what secrets this place might hold. Moving up the staircase and to the door with no wallls, he opened the door and readied himself for the worst. Already a number of horriidly violent ends were playing through his mind. |
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| Philemon | Aug 27 2010, 09:30 PM Post #8 |
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Harmon was engulfed by light, and for a few moments, he would not be able to see anything. Even closing his eyes would reveal nothing but white, but when it all finally faded, he found his surroundings changed, slightly. He was no longer on the outside of the doorway, but inside. Despite their seemingly being no connection with the door and any wall, there was indeed a hallway that ran from it, and quite extensively too. The architecture of the new area didn't break the strange, nightmarish theme that had been rolling on in Harmon's head either. A dark green hue - not unlike a veiled version of the light outside - pervaded in the hallways, and the walls and floors seemed malformed and cracked everywhere. Random staircases and windows decorated the wall in some areas, but led nowhere, and gave no view of anything other than blackness. Other than marvel at his surroundings, or simply turn and head back, there was really only one way for the man to go. The hall ahead of him continued on for a few yards, and then turned to the left. The leftbound hall was short-lived, however, as he could see it turn back toward a straightbound direction. He could barely make out a larger room just beyond that. |
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