[There doesn't appear to be anything nearby to light the candles with! They're held in candlesticks, though: the kind with a loop for a finger to go through, should anyone choose to pick them up and carry them. The sword at her side is radiating a quieter vibe this time - same with Prompto's - as though they're in the presence of something to be respected.
A different voice speaks out this time, and it sounds more like a whisper cutting through them than the booming, attention-grabbing voice of the announcer from before.]
"One, two, three burning flames... Four, five, six fading flames... Gloomy stories told on the night of a new moon. An inescapable veil surrounding us until morning... It's a mysterious story. Now, let's begin this tale."
[The lights blasting the stage begin to dim until it's almost dark, and they'll be able to see flickering shapes in the audience. Balls of blue flame, ghostly faces, and the outline of figures made out of translucent shadows in several shapes and sizes, some humanoid and some not.
From above, a few sheets of paper drop down and flutter gracefully to the stage below.]
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A different voice speaks out this time, and it sounds more like a whisper cutting through them than the booming, attention-grabbing voice of the announcer from before.]
"One, two, three burning flames... Four, five, six fading flames... Gloomy stories told on the night of a new moon. An inescapable veil surrounding us until morning... It's a mysterious story. Now, let's begin this tale."
[The lights blasting the stage begin to dim until it's almost dark, and they'll be able to see flickering shapes in the audience. Balls of blue flame, ghostly faces, and the outline of figures made out of translucent shadows in several shapes and sizes, some humanoid and some not.
From above, a few sheets of paper drop down and flutter gracefully to the stage below.]