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* Create a detailed 3D frame, reflect all characters and plot as much as possible.
* The main atmosphere - the moon hung over London like a bitten apple - is huge, sickly yellow. On this night, the thirteenth night of October, the fog was not just on the ground; he stirred, taking the forms of forgotten nightmares. In the old cemetery near the ruins of the chapel, those whose names are feared in children's lullabies converged.
* Appearance of characters
1. jack and sniff
Jack: Tall, awkward silhouette in raven-colored cloak. His face is hidden by the brim of his hat, but his hands... hands give him away with his head. Long, white fingers, unaware of sunlight, squeeze a shovel with a handle made of ebony. Under the cloak, the outline of a knife is guessed, on the blade of which are engraved runes that change shape if you look at them for too long. He moves smoothly, like a dancer, but the weight of an age-old curse is felt in his shoulders.
Sniff: A big dog, a cross between a collie and something wild and primal. His coat is the color of wet asphalt, and his eyes burn with amber in the dark. He's not just a dog; there is dignity in his walk, and an understanding of higher mathematics and ancient magic in his grin. It smells of wet ground, grey and old skin.
2. Jill and the Grey Panicle
Jill: Teenage girl, awkward and fast. She is wearing rude boots, men's pants and a jacket from someone else's shoulder. The face is chumazoe, but the eyes are huge, the colors of the autumn sky, they look sharply and without fear. Dry leaves stuck in her disheveled hair.
Grey Panicle: Smoky cat with different coloured eyes (one green, one blind, milky). She moves silently, like a trickle of smoke, and her tail always twitches to the beat of an inaudible melody.
3. Count and Needle
Count: Aristocrat to the tip of his nails. Black velvet camisole, snow-white manisha, pale skin, almost glowing in the dark. His fangs are barely visible when he speaks, but his presence causes the moisture in the air to freeze.
Needle: A huge bat hanging from his shoulder, folding its leathery wings. Her eyes are two ruby embers.
4. The Good Doctor and the Experimental Man
Good Doctor: Tall, stooped, with gray hair up. On his dressing gown, spots of a wide variety of liquids are visible: from iodine to something phosphorescent. In his hands he holds a bag of human skin.
Experimental man: A creature assembled from different bodies. His left hand is huge and covered with red hair, his right is graceful and pale. The neck is sewn with rough stitches, and one eye is glass-blue, and the other is alive, brown, looks with longing.
5. Morris, Mccabe, Bubon and Shoroch Morris and Mccabe: Two squat, tight men in caps and dirty frock coats. They are like undertakers or butchers. One has a burlap in his hands, the other has hooks.
Bubon: Huge, fat rat in a collar with silver bells. He stands on his hind legs and sniffs.
Rustle: A black snake whose tail ends in a rattle of human phalanges.
* Scene: Bone Swap
They gathered at the dug grave, where the coffin was opened like a tin can. The earth smelled of decay and ozone.
"Left forearm," said the Doctor, not taking his hands out of his dressing gown pockets. - With a clear line of life. And I need exactly the ulnar nerve, not damaged by smoldering.
Morris, grunting, jumped into the hole. There was a damp crunch. A minute later, he got out, holding a severed limb in his hands. The flesh was greenish, but the veins under the skin still kept blue.
"Hold it, bone-right," he seethed, throwing his hand at the Experimental Man. He deftly caught her, pressed her to his chest and immediately began to separate the necessary tissues with a scalpel.
"In exchange," Rustle croaked, poking out of Maccabe's sleeve. "We need an eye. The one that saw the face of the Ancients. From the crypt in the east.
Jack, who had previously silently watched the Doctor's work, stepped forward. His shadow fell on the gravestone, splitting it.
"The Eye of the Rotting One. I have it.
He took out a glass jar from his fanny pack. Inside, in solution, floated an eye the size of a fist, covered with a network of black veins. The iris pulsed.
Jill approached Jack, her cat rubbing against the Owner's legs.
"We need a bone innocently killed for focus, Jack. You had a phalanx from Whitechapel.
Jack nodded silently to Sniff. The dog approached the owner, spread his mouth. Jack gently, with two fingers, pulled out a white bone fragment wrapped in silk from behind Snuh's fang and handed it to Jill.
- It's your turn, Graf, "Jack said, wiping his fingers on the moss.
The count stepped out of the shadow of the crypt. He had a crystal bottle in his hand.
- The blood of a werewolf in an hour of agony, he said in a velvet voice. "As we agreed.
Larry Talbot (Wolf Man), standing at a distance, whined. His body began to change, his bones cracking. The Count approached him and Needle spread her wings, covering the moon. In one movement, the vampire plunged a hollow bottle needle into the werewolf's neck. A dark, thick liquid flowed in.
"Bubo," Vicar Roberts called, emerging from the mist in a billowing cassock. His crow, Tekela, sat on his shoulder, barking at the moon. "Get me a gallows tooth. The one with the gold crown.The rat squeaked and snarled into a hole under the roots of an oak tree. After a moment, he jumped out, holding a yellowed tooth in his paws, and threw it at the feet of the priest.
The vicar picked up a tooth, wrapped it in a prayer book and looked at the audience.
"Flesh to flesh. Bone to bone. Blood to blood. The gates are thinning. The game started in earnest.
An experimental man, meanwhile, collected everything he had obtained: nerve, bone, eye, blood and tooth. He folded them into the center of the dug grave and began to connect them with silver needles, creating a disgusting, but geometrically perfect figure.
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