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Jules Carter

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump you, h-honest!"

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a character in “Alice Academy!”, as played by DarwinianAssault


Jules Carter ~ Hummingbird
Arctic Abyss.


Height: 5’0”
Appearance: With her innocent face and sparkling hazel eyes, Jules can only be described as cute, though she would never see herself that way. Her chestnut hair is always in a constant state of disarray, resulting in many battles lost for her hairbrush, the really only constant thing about it are the bangs hanging in front of her face. Her voice is slightly deep, like Angelina Jolie only more energetic and peppy.
Jules wears a female school uniform, consisting of a dark green jacket, white dress shirt underneath, and brown skirt, and black socks.
The one thing most people don’t know is the Jules is actually a man, though a girl in her mind. The teachers respect this and allow her to use the girl’s washroom, though they do keep a semi-close eye on her.

Gender: Female. (Legally Male)
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Age: 17
Joined: Late last year.


Role: Student
Alice: Jules has the ability to make two or more people’s senses become one. If one of the people who are linked feels pain then the others will as well. Although the Alice doesn’t actually share physical wounds, it is still able to “share” death. Extreme amounts of emotion can also be shared such as crying.
The linked people are distinguished by a seal that looks like a heart on one of their wrists. The two people do not need to be near Jules for this Alice to work. If needed, Jules can sever this link at will.

Type: Special
Alice form: Diffuse
Star ranking: Double.
Abilities: Jules is very good at sensing people’s mood because of her Alice. She’s also a very good cook and dancer (Though she’d never admit to the later). Because of the pain she’s received from her Alice, she is very resistant to it.
Preferred Weapons: Jules is not skilled with any particular weapon. She doesn’t like to fight and will usually hide until the fighting is over. However, if she is forced to fight she will use her Alice offensively, linking herself to the opponent and becoming a living voodoo doll.


Personality: Jules has a meek and timid personality. She is very shy, often hiding behind her friends when talking to strangers. Despite this, Jules is very open once she gets to know someone, always wearing a smile instead of a nervous line. She likes to think on the bright side of things and is always there for her friends.
On the subject of friends, there is nothing Jules cares more about in this world. She would gladly die for one of her companions and gets very upset towards disputes that occur between friends. As a “Rite of Friendship”, Jules will use her Alice on new friends to strengthen the bonds between them and to see if they actually like her.
On the other hand, Jules has a complex over being looked upon by others as a weak person. This happened to result from memories and experiences from his childhood where he was frequently told to act tougher. When called weak or anything of the sort, Jules will begin to cry automatically, more so at the fact the she is crying and not standing up for herself then the actual insult.
Jules feels much more confident in girls’ clothing then mens’ and wears that as his usual attire. This combined with his feminine body and facial structures makes it very difficult for people to tell she’s a man, a fact that makes her very happy.

Quirks: When reading, Jules will unconsciously change her voice to match the character who’s currently talking. When the narrator is talking, she talks normally. Being a man this gives her an amazing range of voices but she can only use a quarter of them when not reading.
• Her friends
• Reading
• Women’s clothing
• When people treat her as a girl, not a man.
• Standing up for herself. (These are rare but she feels very accomplished afterwards.)

• Disputes between friends
• People telling her to toughen up or be more manly, etc.…
• People who don’t consider her a girl
• Being picked on, (This happens a lot.)
• Being weak.

Biography: Born in a small town in Texas, Jules began life as an outcast. When the other boys were playing with cars and army men, Jules was playing dress-up and barbies with the girls in the corner. One day, the parents were allowed to come and see a day in the classroom. Jules was thrilled, he finally got to show his big, tough daddy how much fun he was having!

The result couldn’t have been farther from the thought. When Daniel Carter caught his only son playing with dolls, he decided it was time he had a talk with his kid. “Look Jules, I know playing dress-up is fun but this needs to stop right now. You’re my son and you need to be tough like me, otherwise I look bad. Now stop acting like a girl and start acting like a boy, toughen up.”
Jules was shocked. He didn’t think anything was wrong with it but he was just a little kid, what did he know? He stopped playing with the girls but the boys wouldn’t accept him, calling him girly-boy. Each day he would come home to “Did you toughen up yet?” When he shook his head his dad would let out a sigh and walk out of the room. He was alone with no friends except the ones in his books.

That is until at the age of twelve, a girl moved in across the street. Her name was Miranda Bencharski and she’d just moved from Germany with her grandfather. Realizing they were both alone in this world, the two of them became fast friends and it wasn’t long until Jules told her his secret about wanting to be a girl.
Unlike the other girls who just grimaced and waked away or the boys who beat him up, Miranda just smiled and reached into her closet, pulling out a stack of old clothes. “These are my old clothes; they don’t fit me anymore so you can have them. If you want to be a girl, the first step is looking the part!” Jules had never been so happy. They didn’t even notice the mark on each of their wrists until the next day.

Donning his new garbs every time they went out, the next few years were filled with happiness for the young boy. They got make-overs, went shopping and even got hit on a few times by guys. It wasn’t until he was sixteen that disaster struck. Miranda had been kidnapped on her way home from school and was currently missing, turning Jules into a nervous wreck. He began to feel random shots of pain through his body and became increasingly depressed and frightened of everything. Each time this happened, he would see a small vision of Miranda, tied to a chair and beaten. The thoughts chilled him to the bone.

Late one night, an intense flash of pain sliced through his cheek accompanied by a vision of a man running a knife through Miranda’s. He screamed as the knife moved across to the other side, the pain and fear overwhelming his every instinct and reducing him to a ball of quivering flesh. Suddenly, the pain stopped and the vision gone along with the symbol upon his wrist. His parents burst into the room to find their child lying on the ground, barely breathing and mumbling the same words over and over. “Hekilledherhekilledherhekilledher-“

It was soon after that a man appeared in at their door, stating he was from Alice Academy and that he was taking their son in exchange for a large sum of money. They graciously accepted and the man carried the broken boy to the academy.
After a year of therapy, Jules was mostly back to his old self, though his sleep was still plagued with nightmares. When he could finally attend classes and stay in the dorms, he threw out all the male clothes he owned, instead donning Miranda’s hand-me-downs in her memory. He vowed to follow his wish of becoming a girl and to be strong enough to prevent anyone from being hurt like Miranda was, even if it kills him.
Other: Jules has an almost-addiction to chocolate milk.

So begins...

Jules Carter's Story


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“Welcome to Alice Academy!” a deafening voice exploded through the speakers of the crowded assembly hall. A boy with a spirit-seeing Alice chuckled as the spirits of students and staff alike leapt from their skins at the sudden shattering of their eardrums and the sight of... “I’m Mitsuki Hisakawa, Student Body President and your host for today.”

Students and staff members had been trapped in that assembly hall for the past three hours, listening to introductions of new students, briefings, announcements, rules, subjects, uniforms and speeches. Most notable of the speeches included the junior school principle’s, which droned on for 56 minutes and 22 seconds regarding his pet serpent’s favourite times of the day. Most of the audience had fallen into a deep sleep only to be jarred into wakefulness by bag pipes announcing the arrival of the President of the Student Council.

“Mommy!!!” wailed a small child from the elementary school. He received a glance from the self-proclaimed host on the stage and he very literally seemed to turn grey. His jaw touched the top of his chest and he swayed like a paper bag in a rainstorm as he sat rooted to his seat.

“Listen up, kid,” Mitsuki said slowly, clutching the stage podium. “Your mama’s swimming in a sea of gold right now and you’re probably never going to see her again. Suck it up or I’ll suck you up into a big, black whole of oblivion. Unless you’d rather be my roommate, of course,” she added with a baring of teeth that might’ve been a feral snarl or a grin.

The stage podium turned to ashes.

Mitsuki laughed.

“Haha, these stage props sure are fragile, huh? Wood these days!” The audience laughed nervously.

“Moving on. Welcome back, oldies, and newbies, welcome to the next decade of your life stuck with me if you don’t follow the rules,” she chirped, her wavy snow blue hair bouncing merrily on her shoulders. “Seeing as I’d rather be contemplating the meaning of life under running water, we’ll skip the formalities, alright?” she declared.

“First up’s the annual Search and Conquer tournament!” Dramatic bagpipes drum rolled. There was a mass intake of breath from the older students. “That’s right, kids! It’s the annual 71st Hunger Games!” Mitsuki clapped loudly before returning to standing on her toes to reach the microphone. “No, seriously. Stop acting like I’m sacrificing you to the Fertility God. Woooo, excitement!”

She grunted and snatched the microphone from the stand. They needed shorter microphone stands. “I said excitement.”

A roaring cheer followed the initial splatter of applause.

“For those of you who’ve yet to experience the joy of Search and Conquer, let me explain to you what it is.” She beamed supportively, rolling her weight onto the heels of her booted feet and then to her toes, and back, and forth, and back. Her eyes darted left and right. Man, she needed a sugar hit.

“14 students will be randomly chosen and given individual flags they must keep on their persons. They will be sent to the Northern Woods.” Suddenly, the interior of the assembly hall transformed into that of the menacing outdoors. The crooked fingers of the trees loomed over the audience, threatening to engulf them. Students from the technical abilities class panted as they spun and tapped at the mechanisms maintaining the illusion.

“The” – she grinned – “’volunteers,’ will be scattered throughout the woods during noon and in the woods they will remain until sunrise. The game involves stealing an individual’s flag. Those whose flags you steal will join your empire and you will be their Queen or King.” But who was she kidding, a woman would win this. “Anyone under their command, will also become your slaves. For example, Billy steals Dicky’s flag, Billy becomes Dicky’s king. Lily steals Billy’s flag, and becomes Billy and Dicky’s queen. If Dicky steals Momo’s flag, Lily also becomes Momo’s Queen.

“The person who manages to survive unclaimed until sunrise wins a prize, as does the person with the largest empire. The prize?” Mitsuki’s pale aquamarine eyes darkened with glee. “The former, 1000 rabbits” – there was a collective gasp, that was even more than Special Stars received – “and the latter, a one day ticket outside.”

Silence drenched the student body just as the illusions made by the technical abilities class evaporated, the assembly hall shimmering into focus.

“Now for the rules of the game!” she announced, her aura leaping into a fluff of pink cotton.

“One: once a person has claimed another’s flag, you cannot claim their flag unless you’ve claimed the flags of the people they are ruling. Two: you cannot steal the flag of your own monarch. Three: killing or permanent injury of students – or teachers – is not allowed.” She tossed a glare at Midna Silvera, emphasising each word with venom.

“Fourth: you may not bring items – dangerous or otherwise – outside of what is given to you. Fifth: your flag must be tied around your wrist at all times. Losing your flag will result in removal from the game. Sixth: no communication is allowed with those beyond the Nothern Woods. Seventh: no teleportation or human locating Alices or any other similar Alice may be used.” Mitsuki’s gaze flicked over to the wings of the stage for a brief moment before returning to the student body. “This year, Nero Sceer, the Head of the Dangerous Abilities class will be overseeing the tournament. He may use lethal force and interfere with the events. He may aid the participants or act as an obstacle,” her voice dripped with disdain. “He will reinforce the rules to ensure the game is fair.”

Mitsuki beamed and clapped her hands together, bouncing just as a lanky man – or gigantic rabbit shaped like a man – appeared beside her. He bowed and lifted the tall hat from his head, holding it out before her.

“Now for the volunteers!” She dipped her hand into the hat and pulled out a bundle of lollies. She unwrapped them and stared, reading out the names before popping the candies in her mouth with fervour. “Sylvia Cauthon, Hiroki Seijun, Maya Shinozaki, Midna Silvera, Jules Carter, Kana Nishino, Lorelai Bay, Michel De Angelo Robutton, Feris Lilliand, Alexander Rammis, Azeal Rowens, Shino Terr, Naoya Watanabe and…” She narrowed her eyes at the sweet.

Mitsuki flipped the candy around, rubbing at it as if to ensure it was real.

She tasted the candy.

No, it couldn’t be.

“This is wrong,” she told the towering rabbit man. Her only reply was a disappearing bunny act as her useless assistant vanished in a puff of smoke. She opened her mouth, closed it, turned to the audience, and glared. “And Mitsuki Hisakawa.”

She turned away from the stage for a moment, her softly flowing pigtails twitching as she faced the back of the stage. The Alice limiting rings on her fingers flared, the gems flickering like embers in wood that was about to ignite. She exhaled and spun around, her usual smile already in place.

“Now for your gifts! For Sylvia Cauthon, a bottle of water.” The items would appear midair and fall into their laps. “For Hiroki Seijun, all seven books of the Harry Potter series. Alexander Rammis, a pineapple. Naoya Watanabe, a jelly fish lamp. Maya Shinozaki, inflatable earplugs. Midna Silvera, a detached showerhead. Jules Carter, chicken bones. Lorelai Bay, chinese tea leaves. Kana Nishino, a piece of nylon string. Michel Robutton, tarot cards. Feris Lilliand, a king sized mattress. Azeal Rowens, a bottle of salt and pepper. Shino Terr, a cup shaped like Pokemon. Mitsuki Hisakawa… Men’s underwear... 100% cotton."

“All Search and Conquer participants and Nero Sceer must report to the edge of the Northern Woods at 1147 hours to commence the tournament. Other students and staff may view live footage of the tournament in the dining hall or common room. Students may return to their respective rooms if they so desire,” she mumbled absentmindedly, her gaze drifting already to a realm no one else could see.

“By the way, I was serious about my request of cookie dough pop tarts in your welcoming letters. New students who fail to provide me with sugary goodness…” She paused, tilting her head in thought. “Will die.”


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The assembly hall was filled with people, both old faces and new, so it was obviously going to be very loud. In this crowd it was very easy to get lost amongst them and have no one take notice of you. This is exactly what Jules Carter wanted. While the rest of the students were laughing loudly and climbing over the chairs, Jules sat patiently in her seat for the assembly to start. Her friends had gone off to the other corners of the room but she knew not to take it seriously, they always did that.

Her pale brown eyes crossed the room, silently searching for a certain somebody in the audience. After a few minutes of looking, she finally found her target. Michel Robutton was sitting at the back of the room, casually drawing candies and popping them in his mouth. She couldn’t help but giggle at the uniqueness of the scene. As he looked up from his sketchbook, Jules’ pulse quickened as she ducked behind her seat. ‘I hope he didn’t see me staring.’ She thought worriedly.

However, before she could sneak another glance, a loud and familiar voice filled the room. “Welcome to Alice Academy! I’m Mitsuki Hisakawa, Student Body President and your host for today.” The small girl smiled as her friend walked on the stage, her steps filled with the overwhelming confidence Jules hoped to gain one day. She laughed quietly to herself. ‘I hope she doesn’t fall down again like last year.’
A small boy began to cry for his mommy, prompting a very side remark from her friend. Jules’ sighed and buried her face in her hand. ‘C’mon Mitsuki, there was no reason to be mean.' Even though they were best friends, she still didn’t know why Mitsuki always had to say mean things. You catch more flies with honey then vinegar. The fact that Jules hadn’t even set a trap yet is beside the point. She pulled her hand from her face just in time to see the podium fall to ashes.

At the mention of Search and Conquer, she sank a little down into her chair. She’d never been picked to compete and she would like to keep it that way. God knows she wouldn’t stand a snowballs chance in hell of winning anyways and she might get hurt or worse. With a small flicker of fear, she awaited the participants of this year’s game.
“Sylvia Cauthon, Hiroki Seijun, Maya Shinozaki, Midna Silvera, Jules Carter, Kana Nishino, Lorelai Bay, Michel De Angelo Robutton, Feris Lilliand, Alexander Rammis, Azeal Rowens, Shino Terr, Naoya Watanabe and…” Shock and fear shot through the young girl’s body. Not only is she taking part in this but she had to face Midna Slivera, the disputed strongest in the school, but her friends Feris, Michel and Alexander might be hurt!

“And Mitsuki Hisakawa.” At this sudden new development , Jules let out a sigh, though she wasn’t sure if it was for relief or concern. On one hand, Mitsuki would definitely protect her (after taking her flag of course) but on the other she didn’t want her friend to get hurt or hurt other people. Judging from the waves of depression and anger coming from her friend, she wasn’t too happy with the situation either.

“Now for your gifts! For Sylvia Cauthon, a bottle of water. For Hiroki Seijun, all seven books of the Harry Potter series. Alexander Rammis, a pineapple. Naoya Watanabe, a jelly fish lamp. Maya Shinozaki, inflatable earplugs. Midna Silvera, a detached showerhead. Jules Carter, chicken bones. Lorelai Bay, chinese tea leaves. Kana Nishino, a piece of nylon string. Michel Robutton, tarot cards. Azeal Rowens, a bottle of salt and pepper. Shino Terr, a cup shaped like Pokemon. Mitsuki Hisakawa… Men’s underwear... 100% cotton." Jules jumped as ten chicken bones of assorted sizes fell into her lap. “Chicken bones?” she asked questioningly. This must be some sort of joke. The sound of laughter drew her attention. One of the students had was pointing at her, holding his sides as he chortled. Eyes soon became drawn to the quiet girl, making her sink lower into her chair. “P-Please stop looking at me.” She protested softly, not sure that anyone could ever hear her.

As soon as the assembly was over, Jules gathered her chicken bones and slowly walked over to Mitsuki, cautiously avoiding the eyes staring at her. However, her heart skipped a beat as Michel stood in front of her. ‘Oh god, it’s Michel. What do I say? What do I say? Alright, I’ll just walk up there and say Hi Michel. There simple…right?’ Looking much more nervous then she had previously had, Jules approached the man of her dreams, her face a mask of bright red. The words came out as quietly as a whisper. “um, H-H-Hi Michel.”


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Character Portrait: Mitsuki Hisakawa Character Portrait: Naoya Watanabe Character Portrait: Azeal Ji Rowens Character Portrait: Hiroki Seijun Character Portrait: Jules Carter Character Portrait: Michel Robutton
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There were many questions to ponder upon regarding the intricate spiderweb of life. Some of which included but was not limited to: what the hell was wrong with Naoya? He was like a male, scowling, albino version of Lady Gaga, equipped with the glow in the dark breast plates, controversial sex slash mass murder music and all.

She'd admittedly been glaring in his general direction throughout most of the assembly - when she wasn't looking at a certain Aliment Serving Superintendent or ASS for short - or rather at the skinny bubble of fish that was Lorelai Bay beside him. What was she doing there so cheerfully disintegrating Naoya's vibe? She had bad Feng Shui embedded in her salty skin. The stupid reversed mermaid and her absurdly blinding smile along with her ridiculous cascade of luminescent sapphire hair. Her flawless skin and youthful bounce?


Mitsuki chewed the inside of her cheek as she wandered purposefully through the assembly hall. Who was she kidding? She had no idea where the hell she was going. It didn't matter, she could walk through walls. No, seriously, she could walk through walls.

Never in her eleven years of being slave to Alice Academy had she ever been chosen for Search and Conquer. She'd laughed at the misfortune of the chosen, especially those given bizarre and pointedly useless and troublesome "gifts" like a Finding Nemo DVD. What could you do with that in a forest?

Yet here she was, holding a bundle of men's underwear - '100% cotton!' the package emphasised. At least they'd vacuum packed it and she didn't have to think of a way to carry a dozen boxer briefs piled as high as she was short for the entirety of the tournament. What good would underwear do her? Maybe she could use it as a pillow. Maybe she could blackmail Alex for his pineapple. Yes, that sounded ingenious.

Mitsuki knew most students believed these sadistic and bizarre games were her idea of fun but she wasn't that creative. She simply continued the traditions of Alice Academy and picked out magical candies from a hat. If it were up to her, she'd give herself a tank or maybe a person, maybe a subdued Nero Sceer transformed into a mindless zombie.

“I made you cookie-dough candies.”

The blissful image of Nero with a collar around his neck attached to a cord in her hand shattered into one even more mesmerising. She took in his messy grey hair, the sleepy tilt of his stunning grey eyes and those perfect, perfect grey lips. Damn, she was colourblind, but he was beautiful. So breathtakingly beautiful, she thought she might unravel into a pile of mush if he stood there staring at her for too long.

"...had some.” Was she dead? She was dead, wasn't she? The steady thump of his heartbeat trickled up her arm and splattered red across her cheeks. His dimples flashed for a brief moment and she could've sworn she'd sprouted wings and maybe another head. “I’ll make you more.”

Oh she wanted so much more from him. She wanted everything. She wanted to follow the dips of his lips and pop the buttons of his pants so he could pop her. He made it hard to keep it PG31.

"Michel," she breathed. "Do you-"

"Umm.. H-H-Hi Michel.”

Jules' soft voice trembled with nerves and Mitsuki quickly took a step back from Michel, the red of her cheeks igniting at being discovered staring so intently at Michel whom Jules loved, and having such inappropriate thoughts when it wasn't as if she could touch anyone anyway. Mitsuki tugged at the soft material of her fingerless gloves.

"Jules!" Mitsuki called cheerfully, spinning around to drench her jewel in the brightest smile known to man. Jules had been nothing but kind to her, the only to like her not because she was useful or because they were frightened, but genuinely like her for her. She deserved better and she had to wonder, as she was certain most wondered, how on earth she'd managed to lure an Angel into her oil slick.

Stop it, Tsuki, she chastised. You're the epitome of perfection.

"I'm so sorry you were chosen for Search and Conquer," Mitsuki said with a frown. "I was certain threatening to castrate the wererabbit to leave your name out of it would work." Her brows furrowed as she contemplated what she'd done wrong. Was the threat inappropriate? Should she have taken his basket of bunny children hostage?

"I'll protect you, Jewel." Mitsuki looked into her friend's large eyes. She knew many thought her to be naive and even childish but she knew Jules was wiser and saw more than anyone in this school could hope to. Jules saw the billions facets of compressed carbon and knew it to be a chunk of coal struggling to be a diamond.

Mitsuki rubbed the back of her neck and brushed invisible lint from her uniform to keep her hands busy and away from Jules. She smiled and glanced between Michel and Jules.

"Hey, Robutt, why don't you... Prepare for Search and Conquer and go together? With Jules. Jules and Michel. Michel and Jules," her voice trailed towards the end. "Mijules. Juchel. Miles." Mitsuki snapped back to the present like a spring pulled taut only to be suddenly released.

"Anyway! I have uh- Committee stuff! Working. With the newbies. Showing them around, you know? Threatening them. Retrieving my cookie dough pop tarts." Stop talking! "I'll just be going now," she said, spinning on her heel and skittering away, one inch at a time. She was almost incredibly strange - more so than usual even - when she was around Michel and Jules simultaneously. "Assignment! New person. Helping out uh... These guys!"

She grabbed the arms of the two nearest students, and lucky for them their uniforms and her gloves rested between their skin. Otherwise, they might've died or turned into a big, vertical expanse of grey. She glanced at them, one clutching a pile of Harry Potter books and the other a salt and pepper shaker. She glanced at Michel and Jules, the thoughts in her mind bouncing against her skull like nails and razorblades in a container of jelly. She had to stop being so weird! Names. She needed their names.

"Ah, ah, ah..." She pulled her lower lip between her lip and glanced between the two of her hostages. "Uh... This is Hokie Saint," she said quickly, lifting up the hand of Harry Potter. Had his name been Hokie Saint or Juliet Sand? Ugh, close enough, she grunted. "And this is, this is..." She glared at the familiar face and then, as if she'd been shot with a litre of tranquillisers, she felt her legs turn to rivers.

"Still not giving me your name?"



"Azeal. Azeal Ji Rowens."

"Azeal. Azeal Ji Rowens." Mitsuki shook her head. Of course. As student body president, she knew the names, Alices, histories, personalities, clothing sizes, average bathing times and preferred foods of everyone. Really, she was just a stalker, but she liked to think she was just taking initiative and being responsible. Who knew when a person's style of handwriting would come in handy?

"Anyway!" she said merrily, forcefully tugging the two boys closer to her body. She tucked her arms over their elbows and laughed very loudly. "Have a great night- I mean, time together, Robutt. My Jewel." She spun around and dragged her two excuses with her.

"Don't say a word," she said, her words clipped and cold the moment she turned her back on Michel and Jules. "Now smile and laugh like you're having fun," she commanded, nudging them to look happy with a painful stab of their pressure points with her thumbs. "Oh, Hokie, you're hilarious!"

She shoved them into the gardens outside of the assembly hall, the shutting of the double doors behind them reverberating through the walls as the onslaught of sunlight momentarily blinded them. Mitsuki crossed her arms and frowned at the two. Mmm, they'd looked more impressive from afar. She raised a brow and let her gaze travel over every inch of their bodies, noting the occasional freckle on their skin and crinkle of their shirts.

She met their eyes, and smiled.

"I don't believe we've been formally introduced," she said after introducing herself quite loudly on stage but a few minutes ago. Mitsuki curtsied, lowering her petite frame for a moment before smiling serenely. "Mitsuki Hisakawa at your service." She winked as she straightened her body. "I'll be your guide for today. How may I be of assistance? What would you first like to do? Perhaps you'd like to visit my torture chamber?" she laughed.


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Michel De Angelo Robutton

“Michel, Do you-” His eyes examined Mitsuki as she began to ask him something; the original idea of coming over here was not only to give a friendly hi or give her the cookie-dough candies, but to also speak about the game. He’d figured since he wasn’t going to win anyways, and this year he had more friends in the competition, he’d simply offer his flag to Mitsuki- since the chances she would win where somewhat higher than most of the students participating this year; not that he was interested in winning.

“Umm.. H-H-Hi Michel.” A cute little bell rang in and Michel turned his head towards Jules. She was a very short- very, very short girl whose short, light brown hair and eyes always seem to make Michel want to look down at her; while the reasoning for him looking down at Mitsuki is similar yet a bit different.
Michel smiled his usual, devious grin, exposing his deep dimples as he raised a hand to Jules; though, his smile only grown bigger as Mitsuki floated over to her little Jules and greeted her. The two had such a strong bond, and often of the time, Michel labeled the two as the ‘tiny-duo’. He watched in a daze as the two spoke, and in all honesty, wasn’t doing much of listening.

His attention was, however, snapped with the hole, -Mijules. Juchel. Miles.- thing. He raised an eyebrow at that notion, wondering where the conversation had taken while he was latent.
"Anyway! I have uh- Committee stuff! Working. With the newbies. Showing them around, you know? Threatening them. Retrieving my cookie dough pop tarts.
"I'll just be going now, assignment! New person. Helping out uh... These guys!"

Mitsuki always ended up getting a little weird around him and Jules; which was odd to him. Well, at that note, Michel turned from her and towards Jules. It didn’t take long for Mitsuki to grab his attention, though, once again with her next few comments; he stared at her with a blunt look and a smile playing on his lips as he watched her awkwardly try to do her job.
"Have a great night- I mean, time together, Robutt. My Jewel."
Once again, Mitsuki made him raise his eyebrows in slight confusion and smile wide; she was humorous- that girl.

With that, Michel turned to Jules once more, hearing Mitsuki in the distance saying how some kid was funny. Michel smiled down at Jules a bit wider before he made a throaty, “Ah,” Once again, he patted himself down, looking for a certain item that may have gotten lost; as if he just remembered he had done that a few minutes ago, he looked down at Jules and smiled once more. “I had cookie-dough candies I was going to give Mitsuki.” He stated. “But I’ve lost them. Would you like me to make you something since I’ll have to make her more?”

If Jules wanted him to make some, it wouldn’t be much of a burden; he enjoyed cooking- especially meat. Though, that would have to wait for dinner; tonight, he was making a whole turkey. The poor soul was already locked up in the kitchen, gobbling for forgiveness.

"Oh, by the way," Michel started. "How do we prepare for a search?" It was a question that had made it through his 'not-listening' barrier. He pondered on the topic for a while before looking back down at her. "Should we play hide-n-go seek?"


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Hiroki felt more fatigued than he did when he woke up, he was ready for the day to end, all the student's had exited the assembly, it was just him and Kitty now. Kitty, Noticing the tired look on Hiroki's face, offered to help him beat the game "Aniki! i can help you win the game!" she said with a smile on her face "Noo kittyyy..." he said with a hoarse voice, the thought of the game alone was enough to drain his energy. "Didn't you hear...we can't use our Alice.." "B-but! they can't see me!" said kitty flailing her arms. "Trust me..they'll catch us and if they do it won't be pre-" he was interupted by a skinny black haired boy. "Excuse me." Hiroki turned his head to his right.

he said looking up at the boy, for he was still in his seat. He thought he was the only one in the assembly, he didn't notice him. "Um, when you're done reading those, would you mind if I could read them too. Uh, you don't have to if you don't want to. I mean. I just like reading is all." Hiroki looked down at the series in his lap, then looked up at the boy. "You can have them." he raised them up to the red eyed boy, he reached for them taking them from Hiroki. Hiroki then got up out of his chair, put his hands in his over-sized pockets and walked away towards the exit of the assembly. Kitty clung onto his arm and walked beside him. Hiroki started towards the hall.

"Now what...when does this games start.." Said Hiroki, eager for to get it done and over with. Kitty tugged at Hiroki's arm lifting herself up and down, which caused Hiroki to anchor evreytime she jumped. "Gah! stop it!..Kitty!!" he said through his teeth, trying to shove her away. “I made you cookie-dough candies.” Hiroki paused, and looked ahead of him. It was Mitsuki, and some blonde haired guy. And another student appeared, she was small and had brown hair. Hiroki was going in that direction, he was planning on waiting outisde for an announcement on when the game was to start or something, and plus he was feeling a little drafty so some sun would do him some good.

He lowered his head, causing his bangs to veil his eyes as he passed by the three student's, kitty began tugging at Hiroki's arm again and swung from his arm causing Hiroki to loose his balance and skid across the floor, he collided against Mitsuki, landing right ontop of her. "Fu-...fuck." he said under his breath. "I-i-i-i-i...IMSORRY ANIKI!" yelled Kitty, she then dissapeared....

Hiroki met Mitsuki's eyes for a breif moment, he then flinched and jumped up off of her, he didn't even apologize, he just got up, shoved his hands in his pockets and ran a little. His eye's were wide in shock, he wasn't quite sure what the hell just happend. He slumped against a wall and blankly stared at the floor. "Aniki?...Aniki!" said an echoey voice "Aaanikii!" evreything caved in "Huh?...." Hiroki blinked a few times. He sighed a sigh of realief. " was only..a vision!..hah.." his breathing was a bit heavy, he was trembling a bit. Kitty grabbed Hirokis arm, Hiroki grabbed kittys hand and moved it off him. "What did i say about touching..." . "Bully Aniki!!" she pouted and darted off in front of him, Hiroki calmed down a bit. He was reminded that Mitusuki and the other two student's were still there, he lowered his head so they woudn't talk to him or notice him. "i should have better control of Kitty..." Hiroki thought to
himself,making a mental note.


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Surprisingly, it wasn’t Michel that turned around first at her voice but Mitsuki, beaming her usual cocky smile. Most people wondered why someone as liked and nice as Jules would hang out with the bitchy student body president. When asked about it, she’d simply reply, “Never judge a book by its cover. She’s actually really nice.” Of course, no one believed her but herself.

"I'm so sorry you were chosen for Search and Conquer," Mitsuki said with a frown. Jules waved her hand in dismissal, a worried smile on her face. "I was certain threatening to castrate the wererabbit to leave your name out of it would work.” The brown haired girl gasped, her worry turning into concern. “M-Mitsuki! I told you n-not to do that. I don’t want you getting in trouble.” Her friend just smiled and shrugged her shoulders like she always did when told that. Not listening to her concerns was one of the many things she’d come to expect from her dearest friend.

She clamped her arm down onto Jules’ shoulder, staring deep into her eyes. "I'll protect you, Jewel." A small blush spread across her cheeks. She’d never seen Mitsuki more serious in her short time of knowing her then right now. She let out a sigh of relief. ‘I guess I don’t have to be worried about the game now….still, those rabbits could buy me a lot of books.’

"Hey, Robutt, why don't you... Prepare for Search and Conquer and go together? With Jules. Jules and Michel. Michel and Jules,” Like a fish out of water, Jules gasped, her entire face quickly turning from white to a deep crimson. Mitsuki was always trying to get them alone together but so far, all her plans had failed. This one, with even the slightest margin of success, made her blood run cold with nervousness. She pushed her fingers together silently, not sure how to react to this.

"I'll just be going now," Jules looked up hastily, her eyes pleading her not to go. Of course, Mitsuki would have none of that. Finally, her plans worked and she’s not going back on it now. "Have a great night- I mean, time together, Robutt. My Jewel." Burying her face behind her hands in embarrassment, this was the first time Jules had ever wished someone would not be able to speak.

As Mitsuki walked into the distance, the small girl quivered in nervousness, she was alone with the guy she had a crush on for a whole year, what if she screws up? What if he doesn’t like her? She snuck a peek at him from under her short bangs. His bright blonde hair was perfectly complemented by his eyes, shining a bright golden light even in the dim assembly hall that seemed to look into the deepest recesses of her heart. His smile was as devious and cocky as usual, melting any girl’s heart who beheld its majesty.

Wait a minute, was that smile directed at her? It couldn’t be. She turned her head, looking for the person behind her who had stolen his attention, only to find nothing. Her heart skipped a beat. He was smiling at her, her! Her hands shot to her chest, trying to remember what Mitsuki told her to do in this situation. ‘Alright, don’t be nervous. Be confident! When does ask you out, say yes!’

“I had cookie-dough candies I was going to give Mitsuki.” He stated. “But I’ve lost them. Would you like me to make you something since I’ll have to make her more?” “C-can I help?” She asked quietly, her nervousness overruling her friend’s advice. She could hear Mitsuki now. ‘No, no, no! You can’t be quiet and confident at the same time! Now, let’s try it again…’

Still, she was cooking with Michel Robutton, something she never dreamed of doing. A warm and fuzzy feeling crept up inside her chest as he stared off into his own little world. Was it love? Was this the beginning of a beautiful relationship? Jules could only hope.
"How do we prepare for a search?" He asked suddenly. With all the excitement, she’d forgotten she was a part of the competition. She wondered the same thing. "Should we play hide-n-go seek?" A random thought burst into the young girls head of the two of them, hiding in a closet together. He gently touches her chin, bends down and- “No! No! Not hide and seek!” Clapping her hands over her mouth, she blushed profusely.

“I-I mean, w-we can’t really prepare f-for this.” With a swift motion, she turned her back to him to hide her embarrassment. “T-To the kitchen, r-right?”


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"Welcome to the annual Search and Conquer!" a voice chirped from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously, echoing through the minds of the contestants in the menacing woods. Well, in sunlight, it was actually quite pretty, ignoring the poisonous snakes and mud swamps that probably plagued it. Mitsuki felt her jaw fall a little at the familiar cheer. Coffee boy? she thought incredulously. "I'm James Franklin, our student body president's personal assistant." She snorted at his self-proclaimed title. Please, he was her foot rest and slave and had been since they were six. "My lady, my nights have been dark with worry for you," he moaned and Mitsuki grunted in response. The feeling was not mutual; and weren't nights meant to be dark?

"Seeing as both prez and vice-president Rammis were chosen for this expedition, I'll be your guide for this tournament." Mitsuki shielded her eyes with a hand to look at the afternoon Sun, memorising the shadows the trees around her cast and the position of the star so she would roughly gauge the time. She wished she'd worn a watch but each of the participants had been magically teleported to random parts of the Northern Woods at 12:00pm sharp and seeing as she'd been too busy with almost dying in the school hospital, she hadn't had much of a chance to even get dressed. She shivered in her thin hospital gown and thanked her luck that it at least wasn't one of those that left her entire backside bare. She'd prefer to have a pair of pants on but an ugly off white dress with pale blue polka dots was close enough. Her vacuum packed bag of men's underwear was tucked under her arm, despite her having no recollection of having it. She supposed their 'gifts' simply appeared with them even if it wasn't on their person at the time of the transfer. Luck was working in her favour today. You never knew when you could use a pair of 100% cotton underwear, even if she honestly couldn't fathom a situation that would call for that, and she was pretty damned creative.

"As you can tell, you've all been scattered throughout the Northern Woods and you'll find a green and red flag with the face of Santa Claus wrapped around your wrist. You must keep this on your persons at all times. When your flag is stolen, the face of Santa will become that of your new team leader. Team leaders will have the faces of their victims printed on their flags."

Mitsuki was already moving, searching the woods for prey. Having been sent on countless missions, she moved quickly and silently, her eyes tracking every rattle of a leaf or skitter of an ant. She had no idea how she'd even ended up in the hospital but she remembered gasping as a surge of life like a shock from a defibrillator jolted her awake only for her to succumb to unconsciousness moments after. Her earliest memory besides that jolt was giving Azeal half a dozen Howalons.

She listened intently to James as he recited the rules she'd memorised before and put a halt to her prying altogether when he began reading through the names of participants. She racked her brain trying to remember every small detail about every student. She knew most in person and knew all from reading their personal folios yet perhaps it was whatever had happened before, but she couldn't seem to remember anything all that well. She thought she might've understood most of their Alices but the names were being thrown into a large, boiling pot of mud, and it didn't look as if it was going to be salvaged any time soon. She bit the inside of her cheek. She wasn't one to give up.

"Search and Conquer will end when the sun rises tomorrow and your gifts will disappear. The person who remains unclaimed through the entirety of the tournament will win a thousand rabbits, and the leader with the biggest team will win a pass to the outside. Be warned, there are Alice traps scattered throughout the Woods that will transport you to the nearest competitor should you make contact with it. These are very well hidden and unlikely to be spotted, but here's a tip: watch out for anything and anyone that's out of place."

Like that gigantic rubber duck over there?

A massive rubber duck sat a ways away. When did that get there? She gawked at it, puzzled, and then they made eye contact. Wait, what? Eye contact?!


"What the f-" she cursed just as the rubber contraption slash beast bounced towards her. She screamed and spun around, running as fast as she possibly could as the neon yellow creature leapt distances no bathtub deco should've been able to. Mitsuki was in no way slow, having spent most of her days every day chasing after idiots who broke rules, but the duck was one crazy piece of plastic.

"Prez! Prez, are you okay?!" James asked frantically, his voice deafening from the invisible speakers in their heads. She heard a muffled voice in the distance scolding him for using his telepathic broadcasting Alice inappropriately. She scowled. No one was allowed to yell into his ear and use him as a personal broadcasting station except for her.

I don't know, Franklin. I'm being chased by an oversized bathroom utensil. Do I look okay?

"Uh, by the way," his voice returned. "There're some obstacles to overcome in the Woods."

Mitsuki chanced a glance over her shoulder and found the glint of the rubber duck's dark eye.

No shit.

She screamed and ran harder.

"I'm so glad I'm not any of you right now," James laughed for a while before sobering up. "I love you, Tsuki. Survive and come back to me. My body is yours to use and dispose of."

Mmm, disposing of him did sound quite nice.


Maybe later.

Upon closer and slightly less brief inspection, she realised the duck wasn't a duck after all but a gigantic chic. Hope fluttered in her stomach - or maybe hunger, it was hard to tell - and she wondered if she could eat it.

Her eyes darted around, searching for an escape but finding nothing but trees the duck would only crush. Maybe she could dig a hole and bury herself, and maybe the medicine they gave her was making her stupid, crazy, or both. She glanced at the rings on her fingers as she ran and touched her ears, her Alice limiting devices had been replaced. Could she take out a duck giant made of rubber? Did her Alice even work on rubber?

You're not freaking electricity, Tsuki.

For one reason or another, she hesitated to stop and stand in front of the duck with her arms wide open for a hug. Maybe it was the highly plausible chance of death by flattening or her mistrust of self-guided, supposedly small baby chickens, but she wasn't quite ready to die.

But she stopped, spun around, and held out her arms.


The bundle of yellow fuzz grasped her hands and spun her around, tears glistening in the corners of its eyes. It pranced through the garden of trees, although from this vantage point, they looked more like pieces of broccoli. The humongous chic clutched Mitsuki to its neon chest and twirled, emitting sounds of joy or calling for more crack, there was little differentiation.


Well, stranger things have happened.