A Spark of Memory
May. 23rd, 2015 07:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[As midnight hits, the Miasma rolls across the city. Quiet alarms sound within the news and police headquarters, warning of the breach. It does not stay long, the mists merely rolling over the city and back out again. But it leaves odd things in its wake.]
[As people wake they will discover what the Miasma left for them. Spirits. They wander the streets, walking into homes and shops, sometimes using the doors, and other times through the walls as though the walls don't even exist. To begin with they are mostly just seen, though if anyone gets too close, they'll find the spirit walking specifically towards them, dead eyes following where they go.]
[As people wake they will discover what the Miasma left for them. Spirits. They wander the streets, walking into homes and shops, sometimes using the doors, and other times through the walls as though the walls don't even exist. To begin with they are mostly just seen, though if anyone gets too close, they'll find the spirit walking specifically towards them, dead eyes following where they go.]