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Addendum: This RPG is a continuation of a previous game that existed on another forum.

The story so far...

In the morning after their mission, Makoto, Hitomi, Lydia, Martin, Sousuke, and Osamu are all recovering, exhausted from their battle against the Demon Fragment-possessed Lilly and Hisao.
This is not the first incident involving such monstrosities, however. This is one in a series of recent events surrounding Yamaku Academy. Untold horrors are lurking in the shadows, waiting to be unleashed...

(Notice to all members involved: We'll be starting back from the beginning of Day Four, just so we can get our bearings by starting from a new day. You can use the posts you used there, but edit as necessary to comply with this forum's rules, such as using the proper tags and so forth.)

Makoto squinted as the sunlight shone through the window. Slowly, she sat up on the hospital bed.
"Ngh...too bright..."
She tried to get out of bed, but soon realized that her fake legs weren't anywhere nearby. She flashed back to last night.
"Right. They're broken."
Reluctantly, she paged for an attendant. While she waited, she started pulling together a plan for this day.
"I should go see how Hitomi's doing...I hope she's all right."
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Lydia had already been awake for a while when she decided to leave her room to get something to eat.
"Where is everyone today?"
She eventually arrived at the hospital pantry, and took her share of some breakfast food.
"I should go see Martin...wonder how he's holding up in all of this."

Martin got up, a little late. That sleep helped his exhausted body to move on yet another day. He got some breakfast and slowly and quietly started eating it, taking his time, still resting in bed.

There was no need to wake up early. She was always missing from the first morning class (well, sometimes the two first. Or three, but that wasn't nearly as tolerable by the staff) on such days, the teachers knew it, and there was no problem or ominous consequences to it (except, of course, for the need to find out what was learned during said morning hours. Which she sometimes did. Usually she didn't care enough. Naturally her grades suffered, but she didn't care enough about that either so it wasn't, subjectively, a problem). She just entered the class whenever, gave the teacher a little note from the Nurse that should have said something like "This girl is late because she just spent a few hours in the infirmary getting her weekly session of medical acupuncture, she will find out what was learned later." (but she never actually bothered to read it, so it might as well have said that she was too busy drinking tea with invisible spiders, as far as she was concerned), and moved to her seat silently to fill her notebooks with crude scribbles of spiders drinking tea or something. The teacher never questioned whatever was written there, and it meant that she didn't even get the standard "guilt trip treatment" the teachers here liked so much, so it was worth it.
Life in the freak school sure had it's advantages at times.
Of course, on this particular day she had another reason not to worry about waking up early. It was the fact that she spent last night trying to fight a pack of werewolves, and almost died in the most pathetic way imaginable while at it (Somehow, she felt that even the teachers at Yamaku might raise an eyebrow if she gave them a note saying this). Plus, she still felt like shit, mentally and physically (Even if it was far better than it was yesterday. The self loathing and generic misery were still there, it's just that they were far quieter right now), despite the short sleep. Not that the sleep was very calm or restful, mind you. It was, as she expected, a cruel series of horrific nightmare after nightmare (For someone who spent so much time of her life thinking about horror movies, she actually had to deal with a surprisingly small amount of really bad nightmares over the years. Maybe her subconscious just got inured to some kinds of crap.), and she was very relieved when it ended, even if she remained under the blankets with her eyes closed for a very long time after that (Years of training made her quite good at feigning sleep. More than most teenagers, and that's saying something).
The nausea was almost gone, which was a good thing. It meant that now she had at least a few days before the next episode comes. Her mouth was still full of that horrible, bitter sour taste, though, so after about half an hour of doing almost literally nothing, she decided to get up and at least brush her teeth, if nothing else. She also wondered how the others were doing. She owed them an apology, both for being so useless yesterday and for making them worry over nothing with her stupid drama when they returned.
She didn't bother with the glasses, for now. Things five meters away looking a bit blurry seemed like a very insignificant problem after spending so many years around people who wouldn't be able to see their own hands if they stretched their arm. She thought for a moment about getting contact lenses, and wondered whether it would be more comfortable. It probably won't, but it would be helpful the next time she gets into a fight with monsters. Besides, for some reason it seemed like lately everybody around her had glasses. Someone has to break this rule at some point (She remembered her parents, many years ago, trying to convince her that she would look "special" with them on to make her wear them. The memory made her smile a little).
Now she just had to wait for a medical guy to notice her being awake and take out all the needles. If she tried getting off the bed right now, there would be bleeding.

Ah, how excellent! The game is once again alive. Feels good, doesn't it?

Morning arrives as the sun enters his room with an orange glow, very calm considering the circumstances that has happened the last two nights. The sounds of the nursing staff could be heard as they move around down the halls. Life is somewhat normal this morning.

Osamu lies in the hospital bed still unconscious to everyone around him, still being monitored by the machines hooked up to him, breathing through the oxygen mask. He lies very still as the sunlight slowly covers his body with its welcoming warmth.

Though deep in his mind is another story.

“Pain....so much pain!” he lies on the floor in a ball, panting and gripping his head. “Pain...is a very good thing. Means I am alive. Just need to hold out and things will be okay. Will they?”

He holds onto himself with tears in his eyes as the pain intensifies. Energy continues to flow into him at a steady rate.

Outside, the damage to his body is showing now, bruises and discolorations around his joints, signs of muscle tearing and ligament damage. He had definitely exerted his body beyond what it was designed for, or in-fact what any human may have to endure. There is some solace that he is out cold right now, or he would be screaming in pain like a madman at this point. His heart start to accelerate little by little as well as his breathing. The beeps become more frequent as time passes on in his room. His right hand starts to twitch and moves slowly into a grip.

It took Hitomi a few seconds to notice that Makoto has entered the room, as she was too busy looking the other way with her eyes shut tightly, trying not to think too much about the nurse taking out the needles. She was used to the feeling, sure, but it didn't make it better. She bit her lip, even though it was mostly useless, and it was all over quickly and mostly painlessly. Say what you will about the Yamaku medical stuff, they know what they are doing, even when they aren't using magic to save the town from demons. She'll have to speak to the head Nurse about this later, if she gets the chance. There was a lot to say.
She opened her eyes, absent mindedly rubbing the fingers of her other hand against the skin of the arm that just got disconnected. It hurt. This was the scarred arm, now. She almost forgot about the scars. Days go by very quickly as of late. Must have something to do with her life being in constant danger.
"morning!", she replied, a small smile on her face. She was happy that Makoto came, of course. She really hoped she would, and in a way, she didn't really doubt it. Makoto was just that kind of person. Always thinking about the good of others first. Like... some kind of motherly figure. But in a good sort of way.* It was quite easy to notice that she has just changed her prosthetics, for example, once you gave her a good look. Sometimes you could forget that she even had artificial legs, when she used her usual pair (heck, she moved way more gracefully and quickly than Hitomi herself did), but it was very clear that this one was far less comfortable , that it gave her trouble, and that it probably made walking very difficult for her.
And yet, she was her. The first thing she did was to come here.
Hitomi didn't really get this kind of people. Maybe because it was so... unlike her. She was a selfish person. She was self absorbed, egoistic. Other people mattered very little to her.
And this was the reason that besides happiness, she also felt somewhat uneasy, having to speak with Makoto now. Because of yesterday. Because she was not there for her when she was in need. She tried to help, but she couldn't. Maybe she didn't try hard enough.
They went to the same class for almost three years, now, but they were never really close. They weren't friends. Hitomi didn't know anything about Makoto, she didn't speak to her. She wasn't even interested. And yet, even though Makoto had no reason at all to care about her, that night in the dark alley, she helped her. And she's been helping her ever since. Always helping, always giving. Never asking for reward. Which was fortunate, because Hitomi never gave her any reward. Just a bunch of silent "thank you"s, nods of the head. In her time of need, there was nothing she could do to repay. She felt indebted to Makoto, and it was not a pleasant feeling. A feeling like chains.
motherly.
She didn't deserve this, and she knew that.
There was an awkward silence in the air, a vacuum that had to be filled.
"How are you feeling?", she said, if only to break it. It was a stupid question, of course, coming from a stupid person. Makoto was feeling like shit and it was impossible to miss. She could barely stand. And yet she was standing there, with this kind smile on her beautiful, motherly face, like... something. She had beautiful eyes beneath these glasses.
And it made looking at her so much more painful.

I assume we will use the posts from the old forum until we reach the point where this game stopped and then continue.

Again, if you guys want to read the archive I have of the old thread, just let me know.


Lydia was just about to finish up and leave when she saw Martin enter, then leave quickly to go back to his room. She followed him to his room after she had finished, eventually knocking on his door.
"Hey, sharpshooter. How are you?"

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Nurse entered Osamu's room, wheeling in some equipment on a cart.
"Well, better wake him up."
Nurse went to Osamu's bedside and gently buzzed his arm with a little bit of magic.
"Mornin', sunshine!"

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"I'm...feeling all right. Head still hurts, you know?"
Makoto sat down at Hitomi's bedside.
"But...I'm so glad you're all right, Hitomi. I was so worried. I blacked out, and I had no idea where I was..."
She gently gripped Hitomi's unscarred arm.
"But now...you're safe. I'm so glad...that my friend is all right."

Hamadyne wrote:Nurse entered Osamu's room, wheeling in some equipment on a cart.
"Well, better wake him up."
Nurse went to Osamu's bedside and gently buzzed his arm with a little bit of magic.
"Mornin', sunshine!"

After minute or so passes after Nurse touched his arm. Osamu slowly regains consciousness, the first thing he feels is pain, lot's of it. He opens his eyes to the blinding sunlight feeling the warmth on his skin. He tries to scream due to the sudden spike of pain he just felt, but cannot produce any sound. He tries to move his limbs, but they are like jelly. With tears in his eyes he looks at Nurse. He tries his hardest to endure the pain as best as he can. His voice slowly returns, it is very raspy and shaky.

“Is everyone okay Nurse? Did everyone come home last night?” he says taking deep breaths in his mask. “Are Makoto and Hitomi okay? Please tell me Nurse! Are they safe!?”

How can I get your archive?

Hitomi held Makoto's hand uncomfortably, looking at the green blanket beneath her, trying not to make eye contact. It hurt. She moved the fingers of her left hand slowly, without giving it too much thought, above and below Makoto's palm, like a blind old man trying to remember which of his sons he is talking to by sense of touch. The skin was soft. The fingers were long and delicate, graceful. The fingers of an artist, or a craftsman. The pulse was quick, and the palm was sticky with sweat. It was only natural, of course. Makoto was worried and afraid. The silence was heavy again.
"Yeah... I'm fine.", Hitomi said slowly, as if weighing each word heavily on the tip of her tongue before letting it go, afraid that something might escape unchecked. She fidgeted nervously. "You are alive. That's also good. I was worried about you too, you know..." She sighed. A part of her really wanted these words to be true, and to sound like it. But they weren't really. They felt hollow and cold. They had a bitter taste. Was she worried about Makoto, back then? Of course she was. She was worried about all of her friends. But was it a real emotion? Real care for other people? When the possessed student held her there, strangling her, she though, first and foremost, about herself. She didn't want to die. She was afraid to die. Can you blame a human being for being afraid to die, for thinking only about himself when his life are in such danger? Apparently, you can. Everything is relative. Selfishness is relative. Egocentricism is relative. And this girl next to her made her feel like this fear, these thoughts, were something to be ashamed of. Everybody looks like a sinner when standing next to a saint.
Did she really care for everybody else, last night? Or was it, in the end, all about herself? She didn't want Makoto to die, but was it because she cared about her, or because she was her friend? Maybe her only friend? She needed her, and she couldn't let her go. She needed her. Is it real care to try and save something you need? Is that not selfishness? Before serving anyone else, you serve yourself.
Hollow, cold words from a hollow and cold person.
She was really glad when Sousuke entered the room, cutting the string of her thoughts. It meant she could stop thinking about the girl next to her, for a moment. She wanted to be somewhere else, maybe alone. But this was almost as good.
"Better than before", she answered quietly to his question, trying to put a good smile on her face. It wasn't very good, but she hoped it would suffice.
She needed to get away from all this for a moment. She let go of Makoto's hand slowly, with little eagerness. Something about her didn't want to. But most of her did. "Excuse me for a moment, I... need to get something done." Some distraction, some mundane thing to stop her from thinking. She wanted to brush her teeth, before. Maybe she'll take a shower, too. She sweat, and the green hospital-dress-thing was sticky against her skin. She'll have to go back to her room for some new cloths, to replace the ones ruined last night.
At least ten minuets alone. Ten minuets of thoughtless, automatic bliss. She looked at Makoto's legs, not wanting to look at her face. "You can sit on the bed while I am gone, if you don't feel like standing".
She jumped off and left, half walking, half running.

... this is dumb. I can read PMs but I have NO IDEA where I can actually send one. So, Hamadyne, it's smok663@o2.pl

"Hey, hey, calm down. Shh. Yes, everyone's all right. In part, due to your valiant efforts, you managed to force a Class A threat to retreat."
Nurse pulled out some items from the cart he had wheeled in.
"Now, I'm going to install a temporary regulator on you while you're recovering," Nurse said, "I can use it to monitor you as you're resting. It'll also regulate your magic, to prevent any damaging magic from interrupting the healing process."
Nurse attached a small band to Osamu's wrist. It shone brightly for a second, then settled down to a soft, whitish glow.
"There. That should settle that for you. I'll send in some food for you in a bit, all right? I'll talk to you later today, Osamu. Get some rest."
Nurse exited Osamu's room to take care of some other business around the facility.



OOC: Anyone know where PCJedi is?

"Oh, Hi, Lydia" Martin started eating the piece of bread he got. "I'm fine, what about you?".
He took a glimpse on his stuff.... The sword and the gun were still there, looking at him, screaming at him. He immediately shifted his sight to Lydia again. She came to him, she seemed to care and it was adorable.
And at the word adorable appearing in his head, he blushed.

OFFtop: No idea. I'll PM him with a link here, maybe he didn't see it.

It can be funny, at times, to see how people's priorities are organized. A person can face horrors from beyond space and time, be recruited at the age of 17 into a secret army of wizards and monster slayers, get almost killed several times within less than a week, and still cope fairly well. relatively, of course.
But then her best friend comes one morning to sit by her side on a hospital bed, and she completely freaks out and runs away.
It's funny, but Hitomi was not particularly amused. She was used to not being normal, but it seemed like every passing second during the last couple days somehow managed to make her even weirder than before. Is that how people lose their mind? Slowly and silently? She somehow assumed the process would be far more dramatic.
Everybody was in their classes at the time, so had no problem with leaving the auxilary building just in the green cancer-patient dress they gave her and returning to her room to get a change of cloths. The showers in the dormitories were more familiar, too. Less alien.
It took her a few minuets to get the taste of vomit and that oily morning feeling out of her mouth, and when she was finally finished with brushing her teeth, she decided to just do as she planned and take a quick shower. Anything to get her mind off this craziness. And to smell a little better, too. That's a bonus.
It was a nice, calming shower, and less freezing than she expected it to be at this time of the day.
A nice shower. Morning light outside. She glanced at her right arm. Nasty, red scarring, but almost no pain. Maybe the Nurse used some sort of magic on their wounds while they were asleep. A creepy thought, but not incredibly unlikely, considering the last few days.
The last time she took a shower was yesterday, in the auxiliary building, with Makoto. Aliens and monsters and all, this was probably one of the weirdest things that ever happened to her. The awkward, ambiguous feeling was still fresh in her memory. She tried very hard to avert her gaze, to not see the person besides her. She didn't succeed particularly well.
You can't really blame her, though. Makoto was a very pretty girl. Very nice body, "full in all the right places", as they say. As long as you don't mind the number of limbs too much. She could only dream of looking like that. Maybe she was just jealous...?
She sighed in frustration and turned on the cold water. Bad thought. Think about something else. When trying to forget about someone, imagining them like this is not a very efficient method.
Why would a girl like that, with her intelligence and good looks and nice personality have no boyfriend? Actually, did she have no boyfriend? She never asked her.
Angrier than before, she got out of the shower and just put on her cloths. Stupid girl won't let her rest, won't get out of her mind. That's what happens when you spend so many years with no friends at all and then suddenly gain one. You become annoyingly obsessive.
She returned to her room one final time and took her medicines. She looked at her watch. About half an hour has passed.
"Guess it's time to go back...", she said to herself and started walking, very slowly, towards the auxiliary building. Maybe tonight would be different. Maybe tonight there won't be any monsters. Maybe she'll get her eight hours of sleep, finally.
She really doubted that.

OOC: Yeah, PCJedi, just PM me either here or on the KS forums with an email I can sent it to. Also, you should be able to subscribe to this topic in the first post I made.
Also, everyone, please try to follow this forum's rule on proper formatting. Just do as I do below.


"I could feel better," said Lydia, "Still kinda tired after last night."
Lydia paused for a bit.
"U-Um...can we talk?" Lydia said, nervously getting a chair and sitting down.
"I'm not sure how to say this, but...I...don't think I'm cut out for this."
Lydia shifted her weight, clenching her hands.
"Even though I seem tough to everyone else, deep down, I'm just as scared as them. Probably more. And now, with...last night...do you know why Hitomi and I went out? Because I pushed her into going with me. And now, she's been hospitalized again. Makoto's even been hurt because of me...I'm terrible."
Lydia stared downwards at the ground.
"I...I don't know what...what to do. What should I do, Martin?"
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"Ah, Sousuke," said Nurse, perking his head up from his papers, "Good morning. Hitomi and Makoto are recovering nicely; just some neck and head injuries, respectively. I've also just talked a bit with Osamu. He's a bit battered, but he should pull through with time. With his magic, though..."
Nurse shook his head.
"The boy has enough magical energy for two, maybe three people. At the rate it's resonating within his body, his recovery time will be much, much longer. He needs proper training with his level of magic, which can take months of physical and mental conditioning...something that we don't exactly have. The event with the missing Hisao is an indicator of this. Someone is out there with the ability to create such monstrosities. This is not something that we can simply ignore."Nurse faced Sousuke.
"We'll be having a debriefing on last night later today. Could you inform everyone about that for me?"