The Logs Of The Flower Maiden

Violet wakes up and makes some tea, sipping on some as she makes her way outside with her laptop, looking to enjoy the morning Angie is already out there when you step out. She is dressed in yoga gear and is doing poses. A traditional Japanese tea set is set up on a log a few feet away from her. Violet waves to Angie, smiling as she seems to have settled into the sort of new environment and house as she walks over and sits down with her "Enjoying some morning tea?" Angie keeps her eyes closed, but a new eye opens on the side of her head. "Physical and mental upkeep keeps the warrior sharp." Violet perks up an eyebrow with the new eye "Um of course... what's with the eyeball? If you don't mind me asking that is! I don't want to seem rude." "Licorice are designed to adapt to whatever situation is needed. That includes shifting skin and organs. You can change form now too, right?" Angie points to the crown.  "Can I? I never really k

The blue crescent moon hangs low over New Cleveland Ohio. A low hum carries on the air. In unison, every front door to every house slams open.  Violet looks up from the book she was reading as she gets up the heads to the door Violet seems to have gotten a change of clothes and as well as made the mysterious feather into an earring that is placed on her left ear Violet walks to the door and looks outside, curious about a sudden possible gust of wind A man dressed in a black business suit steps out from behind your door. He wears a robin's egg blue botton-up and black slacks. His black shoes are freshly polished. His skin is pale with a slight tinge of blue. He wears sunglasses, even though it's night. His black hair is greased and slicked back. He glares at you silently Violet looks up to the figure with a confused look but notices the tinge of blue and assumes it’s some Naomi, possibly a Blue “Can I help you sir?” She says with a commanding voice, knowing some Naomi can’t be t

THIS LOG IS BROUGHT TO YOUR BY: MOTHER TW: Gore Violet’s on the couch and watching tv There is a knock at the door Knocking intensifies Violet gets up and walks over to the door, opening it up “Hello?“ Blally , Lema and Angie are waiting outside. They seem nervous, not composed as usual. You notice that Blally is carrying a tablet computer with her. “Blally, Lema, Angie.” Violet nods to the group “Is everything alright?” "It's time... If we don't act now, well... Mother will explain... Ashen is waiting for us on a private channel."  Violet nods “Alright.” Violet pokes her head up the stairs “HEY GRASS! TIME TO GO KICK BUTT!” Violet yells up to her Grass peeks around the corner, a lemon pocky stick in her mouth. She runs back and grabs some things in a backpack and then rushes downstairs. Lema lets herself in, hugging Violet then Grass when she makes it downstairs. "You ladies ready to kick ass or lose our own?"  “Ready as I’ll ever be.” Violet nods in agree

 Violet wakes up, making herself a cup of tea and types away at her computer There's a strange meteor in the sky. Violet looks out the window, spotting it as she steps outside observing it, looking up Stepping out into the (presumably) dim area of night, there's the loud sound of upbeat but heavily distorted and fucked up music as the meteor descends. “Uhhh what’s with the music?” Violet, curious, fly's up to the meteor. Seeing if she can get a better look at it That meteor looks Fucked Up Bruh It's hard to tell if it exists or not, glitching in and out, becoming transparent and not. It seems to phase right through Violet and immediately land somewhere within the forest. Violet follows to where it landed, landing herself and curiously examining it and taking mental notes, curious as she touches it now and then It feels solid but not as it's touched. Suddenly the distorted mass has an arm reaching out of it. “Woah Woah Woah!” Violet backs UP. As she looks at the arm

A ghostly voice whispers Violet's name.  It seems to echo from everywhere all at once. Violet looks around, curious to the voice “Hello?” "Vi-i-i-ole-t." "Vi-Pey-Mar." "Olet-ton-garet" "Vi-vi-vi" The tv begins to hiss, as smoke pours from it. “Grass? Is that you?” Violet looks to the Tv with curious, approaching it The face and arm of Heather suddenly burst through the screen. She is still missing her scalp, like the day this Heather disappeared. Her face is covered in eyes and mouths. A huge mouth is on the wound where the scalp should be. A long tongue flings out of this mouth and wraps around Violet's leg.  “Hey hey hey! What are you doing?!” Violet try’s to stomp on the tongue The tongue is elastic and springs back into place. It doesn't loosen its grip at all. It slowly begins to retract with you in tow. "Vi-vi-o-l-et." , Heather speaks in many voices. Violet gets trips up and falls to the ground, clawing at the floor