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Milo Kidayami

"Raiding the cafeteria sounds like a good idea right about now."(WIP)

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a character in “Onigokko”, originally authored by AttackonFluffy, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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~Age~
16

~Height~
5'6"

~Weight~
125lbs

~Alignment~
Good

~Character Type~
Human




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~Brief History~


~Dark Secret~





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~Personality~




~Abilities~
Optimism Overload - 0 -
When something unpleasant is afoot, the positivity of other can keep the minds of those around them on track. When others are ready to give up, or are feeling unsure of weather they can accomplish something, Milo's cheerful aura and strong sense of hope can boost others will to succeed. However it does have a 30% chance of failing if there are at least two people among the group who don't have as strong of a bond with Milo.
| Raises Team's Will To Live By 4 During Battle. Raises By 2 Outside Of Battle. |

Fight or Flight - 0 -
Every living being has an instinct that shift in whenever they are faced with danger, and being a living being as well, Milo has the urge to either run away or stand his ground any time there is conflict. His choice usually depends on the size and strength of the group he is with. If he's left alone, or if there is one or two people with him who don't have very high strength, he'll choose to flee. If he's with stronger people or a larger group, he'll stay and do what he can to help. This only works if he can willingly choose between fighting or fleeing. If he is cornered and is incapable of running away, this ability cannot be used.
| Raises Agility By 3 When In Flight. Raises Strength by 3 and Defense by 2 When Fight Is Chosen. |

Collision - 8 -
This attack can only be used when the enemy is distracted, disoriented, or has not yet spotted Milo. While the enemy is trying to regain itself or has it's attention on another person, Milo, getting a running start or leaping from a higher position, will ram his shoulder into the enemy. This isn't the main attack, however. What causes the real damage is, while ramming into the enemy, Milo will slam his head against the enemy's own skull. If disorientation is already in affect, it will prolong disorientation for 6 more seconds, giving allies more time to attack/heal themselves. If the enemy is not already disoriented, then they will become disoriented for 4 seconds.
| Hit Points Decrease By 4 When Used. Strength And Defense Decrease By 2 For 30 Seconds. |

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~ STATS ~

HIT POINTS || 50/50
MANA POOL || 0/0

Strength || 6

Defense || 12

Magic || 0

M. Defense || 11

Agility || 9

Evasion || 10

Will || 15

Sanity || 17

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So begins...

Milo Kidayami's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Encountered Monsters Bestiary Character Portrait: Kirigaya Koizumi Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Un Om Boon Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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The day had started just like any other day. You woke at your regular time and went about your normal morning routine with just enough time to get to school. Lectures remained an utter bore, lunch was completely uneventful, and what would seem like another peaceful day seemingly drifts by as if nonexistent. When the final bell rings, the students and faculty prepare to go home to enjoy the upcoming Golden Week. That is to say, all except for you. For those who are members of the Homurahara Occult & Horror Club, the day has yet to come to an end.

As the sun ventures beyond the horizon and the dim red light fades from the hallways, you and the other members gather in a "special" classroom on the third year floor. The room itself contains an atmosphere akin to hollowed ground. The air is unusually heavy considering how easy it is to take it. With each breath you take, it's as if a heavy stone rests within your lungs and dissipates as you exhale. All of the desks have been pushed to the side in haphazard arrangements and simple formations to accommodate whomever has chosen to use them as a seat. The lights which buzz endlessly during the day have been neglected in favor of candlelight and the faint glow of the moon illuminates what the ghostly flames can not.

"Hmm...I thought I marked that page..."

Amongst the blending of static rain and idle chatter, you hear the president's voice above all else. This is likely due to the nature of the meeting; "a special late-night event that all shall remember". Bearing this in mind, your eyes once again drift to the center of the room where what appears to be a ceremonial circle has been drawn. You've always known Haruka to have an eerie aura about her, but this has long since surpassed anything she has done in the past. Furthermore, the peculiar tattered tome which she has been attentively flipping through for the past ten minutes is continuing to draw your suspicion.

"Hey, Haruka," the vice president who has been standing next her the whole time finally speaks up, "Don't you think we should just get on with this? I'm sure it'll be fine if you can't find one little ghost story."

"Just wait a minute, will ya!? I know I can find it!"

With that being said, you begin to feel an unnatural sense of unease. It was as if something terribly unavoidable was about to happen...

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Prelude to the Nightmare
Welcome to this little game we like to call Onigokko. I am the "Director". If you are reading this, then you are either a very brave soul or a fool to be punished. But for now, I suppose we can allow you a brief moment of peace. After all, the festival of carnage doesn't have to begin just yet. We'll have the rest of eternity to spend together either way~

If you care to enjoy this last precious moment of peace, perhaps you'd like to briefly introduce your character? It doesn't matter to me...

When you're ready to begin the game, just walk up to Haruka at the front of the class and ask "did you find it yet". I'll be eagerly awaiting those words. So try not to keep me waiting for too long~

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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One shouldn't expect this day, following many days that have repeated themselves many times, to be any different from yesterday or tomorrow. It was a boring way to look at things, but even the afternoons spent in the classroom where the Homurahara Occult & Horror Club's activities took place had started to feel the same. Some days Maina would be entertained more than others, though. The club was full of numerous people with varying personalities. When she first decided to participate in the club, it was an exciting new experience. Of course, she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy spending her evenings there, but there wasn't much to be learned there, and learning new things was one of the reasons she wanted to join a club in the first place.

Maina had showed up a little later than usual. When the bell rang to signify that school was over, she always waited until the classroom was empty before taking her leave so that the hallways wouldn't be as crowded, however an underclassmen in a hurry to get home had run into her, the flustered girls books and school work decorating the hallway floor in the process. Maina felt slightly annoyed, mostly from the unexpected collision that had just taken place, but assisted the younger girl with cleaning up her schoolwork anyway, resulting in her reaching the Horror Club's room after most of the members had already arrived. She wasn't really the type to converse unless spoken to first, unless she felt she needed to share her input in something, so she took a seat near the door by herself and quietly began reading through her history text book and taking down notes. She'd taken on an extra assignment for extra credit, not that she really needed it. She mostly just wanted to read more about human history, not really feeling like her classes went over the subject as thoroughly as they could've.

Though she looked to be engulfed in her own activities, she continued to listen carefully to the antics of the other members in the room. Troph's frustration with his video game caused her to lift her head for a brief moment to watch him shake his fist at the ceiling as if someone was actually listening to him to from above. Varren's comment wasn't hard to miss, either. Whether her purposefully mixed up his words or not, Maina couldn't really be sure. She meant to continue reading through her textbook, but the trays Yuzuki carried with her when she entered the room caught her attention. She wasn't a massive fan of sweets, herself, but she hadn't eaten much for lunch and peanut butter cookies were an exception.

Rising from her seat, she made her way over to the tables where the baked good had been set and helped herself to one of the star-shaped cookies. "Marking pages that interest you make it much easier to find things, Haruka-san," she said, turning to face Haruka, her last few words being somewhat muffled as she bit down on the cookie. As expected, Yuzuki's culinary skills never did disappoint. The sweets she baked were probably the only ones Maina actually liked. Just as Maina swallowed the bite she'd taken, Haruka jumped to attention, announcing that she'd found the page she was looking for.

As she began to read off from the page, Maina glanced over at the desk where she had made her place. She'd have to get back to her assignment later. She was almost finished with the book, and the notes she had gathered were plenty for the essay she needed to write. Spending her afternoons in the clubroom had taken up some of her time, but she would still manage to finish it within a couple of days.

Taking the last bite of her cookie, their club president finished her story and gave directions for everyone to stand around the magic circle. Looking at her herself, it seemed to be perfectly correct. She wasn't a magus herself, but she'd done plenty of research in the past. Haruka stating that magic wasn't real was indeed the definition of irony. If she ever became aware of the different creatures that shared the world with her, the girl would probably go crazy with excitement.





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A number of students rushed to escape the smoke-filled science room, coughing and letting out annoyed moans. Once again, Milo had mixed the wrong ingredients at the wrong time and ended up with a face full of smoke, his cherry-red hair barely visible under the layer of black matter that covered him from head to toe. He'd been told multiple times to make sure he was constantly reading over the directions provided to him, but he'd just assumed the red liquid should go in with the purple liquid because those colors looked best together. At least it didn't smell of rotten eggs this time, but most of the desks and floor was covered in black soot. Luckily this was Milo's last class of the day, though. After cleaning up his mess, he washed himself using the gym showers and, being familiar enough with his uniform somehow becoming a disaster, put on the spare uniform he always brought with him for these exact emergencies.

His hair was still wet when he made it to the Horror Club's classroom just in time to hear Yuzuki announcing the good she had brought for the day. "Ah, Yuzuki-senpai! You're amazing!" he said cheerfully, an enthusiastic smile plasters on his face as he hurried over to the desks where his upperclassmen had left the beautifully-decorated goodies. He didn't have to think twice about plopping down into one of the chairs of the desk that held the brownies and cupcakes. The one thing the boisterous boy couldn't resist was food, especially sweets. He'd always been quite the big eater, yet no matter the amount of food he ate, it didn't seem to do much for his height.

Three cupcakes and a brownie had already vanished from the trays of sweets, and a chocolate chip cookie was on it's way to Milo's mouth when the president suddenly interrupted it's trip. Come to think of it, Milo had no idea what was planned for today. He'd forgotten that they were supposed to be doing some special event, but forgetting things wasn't really new for him. He listened to her as she began reading from an old-looking book, something that looked like a prop for a movie, before he stood up and grouped in with the others, bringing his cookie along with him. His eyes moved to the floor in front of him, only just now realizing that an interesting whatchamacallit had been drawn on the floor. Was it supposed to be a magic circle? This was a bit different from the usual afternoon activities that the club performed, but they had gotten into plenty of shenanigans in the past, so Milo was ready to go on with whatever Haruka had planned for tonight. They got in trouble now and then, but they always had fun doing it.

"Does anyone have any remaining questions before we start?"

His eyes darted up from the drawing on the floor and his free hand shot up, the other hand still holding a half-eaten cookie. "Yes, I hereby claim any sweets that are leftover!" he said quickly, having an unusually serious look in his eyes, though his smile had not left his lips. Yuzuki's baked goods were a serious matter, after all.

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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(Double post. Ignore!~^^)

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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----- As Ayame glanced out the window, she saw the tar-black sky. It began as a whispering in the air and then bright, brilliant, sparkling pearls of rain began rolling down the window. Visible puddles of rain water were beginning to form on the solid concrete outside of the school building. The roof of cars danced wildly with the spray. Pedestrians ran for cover or they began to pull out their umbrellas. Most people would think of it gloomy, unwelcoming, dreary or somber and that's how most people would see a rainy day such as this one. Ayame could use no other word, but beautiful. To her the rain was calming and a thing that shouldn't be taken for granted.

----- It was nearing the end of the school day and while the rest of her classmates would be heading home, she would be staying after school for club activities. Despite Ayame's extremely extroverted nature, she had no want to socialize at the moment, which was uncharacteristic of her. Usually, she'd be the first one to strike up a conversation with someone. Though today that didn't seem to be the case. Today she just wanted to gaze at the captivating sky through the windows of the school. From afar it seemed as if she was lost in her own thoughts. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, as if she couldn't focus on something.

-----The thoughts trundled through her mind like a train going at break neck speed, with no intention of halting. But, like a good dream you wish to remember, they had gone and left no traces that would help recreate them, and were soon substituted by new ones who also vanished quickly.

----- Once the bell had rung she leisurely packed her belongings and headed to the clubroom were undoubtedly other members would be. There would be few other clubs staying after today. She had taken her time; aimlessly wandering the halls of the school. Some would even call it unusual, seeing Ayame wonder the halls, blankly staring outside of the window, obviously not a care in the world. The rain was harder now, and there was not even a sliver of light to be seen in the sky. It was a tranquil sight indeed. The thought of heading to the club room didn't even enter her mind. She was truly and utterly lost in the silent falling of the rain.

----- By the time Ayame to the clubroom the halls were practically vacant. She could see that they had already gotten started with their evening shenanigans. But that wasn't even what caught her eye, no. It wasn't that at all. Instead, it was that sweet and delectable scent that filled her nostrils. She completely toned out the president's speech, and the rest of the members chatter and instantly searched for the source of the smell. Soon she found the origin of such a breathtaking smell. The sight was even more breathtaking in its self. Just the aroma alone was beginning to make her mouth salivate.

----- She had no care for the fact that these were supposed to be shared among the rest of the group. Only for the fact that, this scrumptious food was in front of her and she was becoming hungrier by the second. With trembling hands, she picked up one of the cookies and as soon as it touched the tip of her tongue, her taste buds exploded. She doubled over. How could something seemingly simple, taste so good? Her face flushed, and steadied herself on her weak knees. She no longer cared if the others wouldn't get any, she had to have more and began quite literally stuffing her face.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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Varren never really noticed the transition from a horror club into a sleepover and get scared once in a while club. A good portion of the room was devoted to the construction and establishment of fortifications, built out of blankets and pillows. How people could sleep so nonchalantly in the presence of others, the young man would never know. Though, like many castles from times of chivalry, the makeshift fortifications fell. Whether it was by the abrupt awakening of those residing within them, by an accidental shove or slip, or by a random teacher dismembering them. Varren had only dared to sleep in the clubroom once, but what followed was so traumatizing, he vowed to never take a rest in the classroom ever again.

Sometime last year, he had passed out due to sleep deprivation. When he awoke, the student had found crude works of art drawn on his face. But what was even more horrifying was the first thing he saw when he woke up. After his eyes finally focused, standing before him was Maina with a sliver of a smile on her face and a sharpie in hand. Literally nothing in this world was more mortifying than seeing that girl with even a glimpse of a grin. It easily ranked highly in his list of ’Horror-esque Experiences’, only beaten by the Spectre of the Literary Club and Troph's infatuation with tommy guns. Varren had nearly poured steaming water down Troph’s throat when he found out that the fedora wearing classmate was the one who edged her on. It was only the girls who fell asleep during club gatherings, since they were lucky enough to have male club members who were entirely pure at heart. They also feared Haruka’s iron fist and Yotsuki’s stainless ladle. The cookware was a perfect weapon for bludgeoning, since blood never left a mark on it.

Speaking of the the fellow senior, she had arrived at the room bearing a voyage of sweets. She was only preceded by Kirio, who easily could pass for the devil’s child. With a grin that only screamed mischief and passive-aggressive playfulness, he skipped over to Troph and Varren. Varren glanced up from Troph while he was being chewed out by Keiza, then shrugged in response to the newcomer’s question, ”Well, Troph-san is in the middle of trying to regather the fragments of his broken heart. I just arrived, just waiting for Kaichou to show us something exhilarating. The young man motioned for his classmate to take a seat, then averted his eyes to the door, when Yotsuki strolled in with her cuisines. Varren was never too fond of sweet goods, but if they were made by this certain individual, they were by far too enthralling to pass up. ”Cookies and cupcakes, eh? The green frosting is definitely quite spooky. And brownies? It’s like you cooked these in preemptiveness, as if we’d all be cut off from any source of food. But, thanks.” After making the comment, the young man treated himself to peanut-filled cookie. The second he took a bite out of the pastry, his undiverse palette tingled with approval. The young woman took a seat and gave a friendly reprimanding to Varren, slapping his shoulder with an innocent smile stretched on her face. She made a similar query as Kirio, to which Varren gave a more interesting answer. ”Well, Troph-san is currently recripracating the effects of the ploy put on by most gaming industries. I call it the Three R’s. Renaming, Repackaging, and Reshipping. I feel truly sorry for our friend’s loss. May his wallet rest in peace.” He took another bite out of the cookie, letting out a sigh of relief. Her magnificent culinary masterpieces were almost as captivating as her massive rack.

Of cooking utensils, obviously. Varren had only been to her house once, when she requested the help of a few classmates for a club celebration party. She had enough silverware to equip an armada of chefs and cooks. The pastries she crafted for this gathering quickly gathered for her the admiration of her clubmates. Soon enough, a reserved Maina, a Milo who appeared to have waltzed through a monsoon, and a lethargic Ayame entered the classroom. After a few more minutes, all of the members had congregated for the special event. Once the students gained some cholesterol from the delivered sweets, Haruka quickly shouted out, finally acquiring the page she had been sifting for. The president ran through with her introduction of the ‘Fuyuki Phantoms’, a phenomena which Varren was somewhat informed about.

The name had already piqued his interest, since over the past three years, the club had only chased urban legends and mysteries. But this was considered to be affiliated with past disasters and murders. Most of all, it was something tangible. His eyes slowly trailed towards the president, but then shifted over to his American friend, whose expression was slowly unfolding into unease. As their president continued on, Varren shared his reaction. Internally, that is. He kept a straight face, even when she mentioned their hospitalized classmate. The young man had visited her a few times throughout the school year. She was doing well overall, but she was still frightened by what she believed was an assault. Haruka then delved into demonology, which Varren wasn’t too versed with, so he left it to Troph to pick up where he faltered. Both Justin and Yinyues glared at the floor, their gazes focused on the scriptive circle below their feet. And, much to their avail, they would be the ones used in the summoning. Varren wasn’t sure whether to be happy that they were doing something real for once, or doubtful due to how it will affect the students. The young man had no questions, but was caught off guard when Milo shot to his feet, with an upright figure. After his proclamation of sweets, Varren let out a sigh, given the fact that the student was completely unphased by the president’s findings. ”That’s not a statement, my dear boy. But, I believe this saying does apply to his claim.” He cleared his throat, then pointed at the redhead, ”Give this man a cookie!” And with that, he reclined in his seat, finished with his announcement. ”Oh, and Kaichou? Do we need to offer blood? I’d rather not. Perhaps we can sacrifice pillows instead? The young man asked in all seriousness. He did not want a repeat of the event, concerning those deceased children.

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami

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Not much to her surprise, but to her pleasure no less, people were enjoying the treats she brought in. She wasn't surprised to find people bum-rushing to her sweets and did find herself a little insulted at the trio in the back corner at the blanket fort who had yet to even acknowledge them. Her fingers fell upon her bag as she tentatively played at one of the zippers. If those girls didn't go for a cookie or something soon, she would make it happen... As she was having this thought, Varren replied to her question. She replied with a smug grin. "That's why I stopped playing new video games. I can just as easily play one of my old ones to get what I want from a game. New ones are just rehashed and put out with a prettier bow." She shook her head disapprovingly. "Maybe our friend there will learn to research a game thoroughly before dropping his spaghetti on it." She knew this probably wouldn't happen. Troph certainly seemed the type to get overly excited and act upon impulse.

Her fellow clubmates offered bits of praise and thanks, though the most ecstatic of them was that of her kouhai, Milo. He was an energetic and bright-eyed boy. Sometimes she found his energy to be a bit obnoxious, but in an absolutely endearing way. Forcing a smile at him, she happily replied, "Thank you, Milo-kun. But be sure to share the leftovers. You remember the last time somebody tried hogging the treats." Though her eyes were closed in smile, one could feel the threatening glare in her expression. It was a solemn warning. No, it was a direct threat to his safety. She was almost lost in the fond memory of the last victim of gluttony...

The president began speaking about the plans for tonight, the story behind the Seven Warriors. She was hesitant at first. As a Magus, these were things she was at least familiar with. And the president was playing at forces she really couldn't understand.. But as far as she knew, she was the only Magus in the room. So long as she didn't actually use any magic when they did their little activity, it should be fine. Still, the baker had a bad feeling deep down in her gut about it. She stood up to speak to the president about this, but something more pressing caught her eyes. The president could wait.

With the swiftest of movements possible, the zipper on Yuzuki's bag came undone. A flash of silver appeared in her hands with a twirl. Brandishing her weapon of choice in hand, she moved quickly to the front of the room. Anyone familar with Yuzuki in the slightest would know exactly what was going to happen here. She could almost feel the sea of students in the room part to avoid her path as she came upon the desks that were home to her sweets. An evil glare took her red eyes as she watched her victim. Crime called for punishment, after all. "You gluttonous fool! Have you no shame for your sins?"

Her voice seemed to boom down throughout the room as her eyes were fixated upon the blonde eating all of the cookies. Had she not just gotten done telling Milo to share? The same rule should apply to her. She brought the ladle down hard on the desk just in front of the blonde, standing directly above the other girl, letting it ring out loud. She cared none for the vibrations that traveled up her arm as a result as she made sure that this one would pay. "Well, have you nothing to say for yourself, criminal?" It was probably a bad thing that her priority was more upon this girl taking up all the sweets than warning the president that her plans may not be the best idea... but her priorities were her own. And hell hath no fury like this baker when she was angry.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto Character Portrait: Kaoru Ashikaga

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Watching silently as everyone finds a spot on the circle, Haruka can't help but smile in excitement. It was true that she might not have thought the whole thing out, but she figured she didn't have to. After all, the text was a mystery to her. If she'd known all the answers to it already, she wouldn't be able to enjoy it with her friends. And while the mystery delved into something she didn't particularly care for, the extensive notes left by her mentor were an oddity. For as far back as she could remember, Haruka was always told to only investigate the mysteries of reality as they'd provide far more entertainment than those of fiction. So for her great grandfather to have chronicled so much on something generally accepted as fiction before his death... it was as if she was holding the old man's life work in the palm of her hands. To share something like that with her extended family, however nonsensical it seemed, it was the ultimate mystery for her.

"Alright," Haruka snaps back to reality as she reopens the book, "Let's get started!"

Just as Haruka gets ready to read off the chant for the ritual, she notices that one spot on the circle has yet to be filled. Turning a full 180 degrees, she sees none other than Justin still standing by the chalkboard. Naturally, she wanted to yell at him playfully as she always does, but she soon finds that she can't. It was just for an instant, but there was a fierce, almost scary, intensity in her friend's eyes as he gazed at the circle. It was as if his eyes had become a never-melting ice holding back and intense blaze, if only for a second.

"Just-"

"Geez."

Before the president can even mutter the boy's name, he seemingly returns to normal and steps towards the circle, grabbing the chalk off of the teacher's podium as he does. He walks past the boundary and steps into the circle alongside Haruka, kneeling down upon stopping. The action causes Haruka to step back, as she opted to wear a skirt, but it allows for her to notice what Justin was doing.

"If you're going to draw something with chalk, at least try not to mess it up when you walk all over it." The young man speaks with a sigh as he redraws a portion of the area Haruka was just standing on. His voice still portrays a certain reluctantness to go about the ordeal, but his swift reconstruction of the ruined area seems to argue the opposite. In just a matter of seconds, he's done and he stands back up to assume his position on the circle. "Honestly, you were about to get us blown to bits or something." With his trademark sarcasm, Justin takes yet another shot at his dear friend with a smile on his face.

Feeling somewhat reassured, Haruka mindfully gets back into position and opens the book to the page tabbed 'chant'. The storm brewing outside grows in intensity and roars, but Haruka becomes calm as breathes deeply and begins to read.

Blood and iron to the flames. Mind and body cast into Hell.
The heart falls upon thy sword and forsaken life is woven into thy vessel.
The inferno is birthed from collective sin spilling out and thrown to the four directions.
Death and rebirth. Constructed five times over, the defiled body paves the way to unholy ruin.
Even still, a hollowed being is a simple price to pay.
Therefore, I announce---
You whoms fate shall be chained to my own as mine chained to yours,
in accordance with price to claim the Holy Grail, if your avarice extends beyond emotion, reason, pain, and torment, then answer!
I am the one who will become all the good of the world of the dead.
You are the one who will become all the evil of the world of the living.
So, great keeper of balance clad in chaos, step through this magic ring and release me from these chains which bind reality!
Allow me the chance to grasp that which is seeped in blood and sorrow!


As the last word is spoken, silence once again fills the room. Sheets of rain continue to buffet the classroom windows and the wind continues to wail in the darkness. Everything remains unchanged and the elaborate ritual dies off into the night.

"..."

"...Haruka!"

The nightly doldrum is broken by none other than Justin as he instantly dives towards his friend. At the same moment, the young woman instinctively turns to look behind herself and is shocked at what she finds. There, as if impersonating her own shadow, a black figure looms over her person. It possesses no features, nor any kind of presence, but the human-shaped body resonates despair, paralyzing Haruka instantly.


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Finally noticing the figure in the darkness, you move to react but find that your body doesn't respond. Unparalleled pain soon races through your body as the circle you stand on fills the room with a crimson hue. Soon after, your body as well as everyone else's begins to deconstruct. Everything is happening in an instant, but what you're now experiencing seems to go on for an eternity. As your body vanishes into the air, you feel as though every cell in your body is being carefully burned and the compounding pain assails your brain. And just before your mind succumbs to the immense torture, you witness as the black shadow's arm scythes through the air and cuts Justin in two. The young man is silenced before he even knew what happened and his best friend is forced to watch it as she slowly fades away.

"Thank you... Master..."

The mouthless creature speaks with an inhuman gurgle which rings clear in your ears. As the scene before you returns to real time, your mind slips into blissful darkness.

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Let the Game Begin~
Welcome all to my little playground. Here is where all the fun will begin. Now that you're all seperated, I can play with you all a little bit~ But I wonder what I should do first? Pluck one of you off!? Send in a horde!? The possibilities are endless now. And I've got the rest of eternity to play with my new toys~

Oh? What's that? You want to know what to do? HAHAHAHAHA! You're on your own! I'm just here to watch you rot in despair as I slowly kill each and every last one of you~ How you survive up until the end is none of my concern... However, I suppose if I'd want to make this more interesting for myself... I could say to learn from those who have already lost.


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Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Kirigaya Koizumi Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Naru Kazure Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto Character Portrait: Kaoru Ashikaga

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''If you just watch, you learn a lot. It takes time so best get comfortable.''
Sentinel || Noisestorm




Lying on the ground of the poorly lit room, where the overhead light swung side to side with a slow creak of rusting metal. The drips of water from a old tap, the water orange from rust going down a none existent drain and onto the tiled floor stained red. Cold yet the air is heavy. Must be near the boiler room. The stench of congealed bloody hand prints on the walls and the rest smears as if someone slipped on the bloody floor beneath them with a heavy injury to their abdomen. This was not a good room to be in it seemed, the stench of blood, bile, piss and death lingered here. Yet unconscious bodies laid in the very room, not yet aware...

Nixyn flinched at the passing chilling wind, eyebrows frowning as the stench with the wind of decay, blood, piss and bile passed his nose. The dripping water frightening him in his slow rousing from unconsciousness and the sticky red substance on the floor making him cringe. When his eyes opened, they were bright, pale green blue but they were awfully confused. Looking around and squinting as the swinging light glared into his eyes. Once his eyes slowly adjusted to the light he gasped at the sight of blood. Instantly sitting up to find himself covered in blood that was not his own as he touched himself to find himself unharmed.

But then he looked around further and found he was not alone. Three others were there also, unconscious just as he was. He was reluctant to converse with them but... He couldn't not. They were, just like him covered in blood. So he slowly checked them all out, since he had medical experience. Such an ironic thing that he was from what he could tell from the worn sign above the only exit of the room saying 'Morgue' that they were indeed in a hospital. And in the basement they must be, along with the boiler room. How this place still had electricity was a wonder to him since it was so run down... But... It still looked like it was being used... And not out of the goodness of someone's heart.

So he checked the others to make sure they were not injured as well as wake them up. He was strangely calm for this situation but as a nurse blood, bile and human waste was expected to be dealt with once or twice at one point in the job. But he wasn't completely without nerves but he would not allow them to best him. His willpower and sensical mind was strong. He then get up, his face of disgust as he looked at his joggers, loose tank top and trainers. Ruined by blood... But this did not matter. What matter was what was going on and how did they all get here. He didn't recognise these people either. He went to the sink and turned the tap. Surprisingly after waiting for a minute or so the water ran clear. He took a sip of the water then washed the blood from his arms, chest, neck, hands, face and red hair. At least he could be somewhat clean... Even if they clothes were not. Perhaps he and the others could find some replacements in exploring.

He turned to the others he had checked over for injuries and gently woken up and began to talk. ''Before you ask, I do not know where we are... exactly but we seem to be in an old hospital judging from the sign above the exit of this room... I took the liberty to check you for injuries...'' He looked at the floor and cleared his throat. ''I am a nurse, so I have some medical knowledge to help you all if you do get injured... But this means the blood around you... Is not yours.'' He put his hands up that was clean. ''But please, calm yourselves. We must work together and get out. Together. This sink works so if you are thirsty, drink up... I don't know where water will be next. Wash your skin where the blood is too... You don't know if whoever's blood this is had infections or diseases and I am sure you would like to be more... comfortable. Wash your hair if you need too... We can look for clothes when we start exploring the Hospital. So I hope you can bare with me.'' He scratched the back of his neck for a moment before continuing. ''And my name is Nixyn. Call me Nix for short if you like... If you... have any ideas or questions I can answer then please speak up... I just want to help.''

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Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Akira Renbokoji Character Portrait: Encountered Monsters Bestiary Character Portrait: Kirigaya Koizumi Character Portrait: Maina Yuujiru Character Portrait: Sobenei keiza Character Portrait: Varren Yinyues Character Portrait: Kirio Gensou Character Portrait: Shizuka Kimura Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Un Om Boon Character Portrait: Maya Kisayuki Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Naru Kazure Character Portrait: Nixyn. I. Yale Character Portrait: Milo Kidayami Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto Character Portrait: Kaoru Ashikaga

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Then everyone got pregnant and died. The end~
*slow clap*

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