Introduction
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1879-1969
Himuro Mansion is known as the home of a large landowner who controls the region of the Himuro Mountains. But it is actually the place a shrine was built for performing a certain Shinto ritual, passed down through the generations. But the people have to keep this ritual a deep secret. They are forbidden to even mention its name. The ritual is performed to keep Hell’s Gate shut. This gate is actually underneath the house, so that is why they are responsible for it.
Every year on the 13th day of the 12th month, a maiden, cut off from the outside world for 3,669 long days, about 10 years, shall be torn apart to provide power to the rope. But first, a different maiden must be chosen to be blinded by the blinding mask, a mask with two stakes through the eyes. After part of her blood is collected through a cloth across her destroyed eyes, the clothed is placed in front of Hell’s gate, below the house, to weaken the disturbed spirits inside. The next Ritual, the Strangling Ritual, will keep the gate closed for another 3,669 days. If the ritual is not performed properly, or isn’t performed at all, then the Malice will be released. The Malice makes deceased spirits inside hostile and even evil.
To start performing the rituals, all female residents of the Himuro mansion above the age of 7 years, 9 months, and 25 days gather together to play a game of “Demon Tag.” The previous blinded Maiden will play as the “Demon” The females will hide, and have to get found eventually by the Blinded Maiden. The first one to be found will be the next blinded maiden. The last one to be found will be the next Rope Maiden, for it is believed that she had high spiritual power because she hid from the “Demon” for the longest.
The blinding ritual uses a mask with two stakes through the eyes. The blinded maiden is forced onto her knees by two priests, and the ritual leader forces the mask onto her face, gouging her eyes.
In the Strangling ritual, the maiden chose to be the Rope Maiden is hidden from the world for 3,669 days. She can only come outside when it is foggy, not clear, etc. No one can visit her, unless they have a mask on, so that she cannot see their face and become attracted to them. She has to be willing to die, and not have any feelings or emotions, or her blood will not be strong enough, and Malice will be released. The Maiden is tied to a large wooden wheel on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Ropes are tied to her legs, arms, and neck. 5 people pull the ropes, eventually strangling her, or just ripping her apart.
One Rope Maiden, Kirie, was being visited by a boy. He would come in, without a mask, and tell her all about the outside world. Eventually, she fell in love with him, and had a reason to live. After about 3 weeks of him visiting her, he was discovered talking with her, and killed. When Kirie was led to the Strangling room to be sacrificed, she felt guilty about the death of her lover. Due to this, Kirie’s blood on the ropes wasn’t strong enough to hold the gate closed, and Malice was released. After this happened, the Himuro family master when crazy, and began to kill everyone else in the mansion with his two swords. Some people committed suicide before the spirits, or the Himuro family master, killed them. Kirie’s Soul, the Blinded Maiden, and many other souls of all those killed by spirits now haunt the Himuro Mansion.
Malice possessed Kirie’s spirit. She was split into two parts. One, a younger version of herself, wearing a white kimono, and her adult form, possessed by the Malice. Her adult form wears a white kimono also, but looks more hostile, and has ropes tied around her ankles, wrists, and neck. Dark hair hangs in front of her eyes, and she is very pale. Blood stains her white kimono and the ropes around her also. The adult side of her yearns to kill those who now enter the mansion, so they can feel her pain. The younger side of her wants to help lift the curse of the mansion, and close Hell’s gate forever.
2009, December 1
7:43 PM
3 journalists go into Himuro mansion to cover a story of a missing girl, who was said to have been snatched away by ghosts. Junsei Takamine. Tomoe Hirasaka. Koji Ogata. Those were the three people that entered the mansion. After entering the place, they noticed that it was completely ruined. Wooden beams had collapsed, paper room dividers were slashed apart, staircases were broken, and doors were nailed shut. The oddest thing about the place was that in this one hallway, there were tons of ropes hanging from the ceiling. Maybe they were onto something.
After a few hours of investigating the house, one of the reporters goes missing. They search, and eventually find him. Dead. Ropes were tied around his wrists, ankles, and neck. All of his limbs were torn off, strewn across the area around him carelessly, like someone had tossed them aside.
Then, one by one, the rest of the reporters die as well. What was the cause of this curse? Kirie of course. If she manages to attack you, you slowly begin see ropes around your ankles, wrists, and your neck. If she successfully attacks you three times, you begin to feel as if you are being torn apart.
2009, December 9
5:12 PM
A group of curious students decide to go and search the mansion for the missing Journalists. For some of them, the Journalists are their family. For others, they just want an adventure.
They have no idea what they are dealing with.
You (your character) happen to be a part of this group. By searching the mansion, finding notes, bodies, diary entries, seeing ghosts, will you find out the mystery of this mansion? And survive?
When encountering a ghost, most of them will attack immediately. Especially the Blinded Maiden and Kirie. You can either run from them (very difficult) hide somewhere, or attack them as well. Question is…how do you hurt them?
After wandering the house for awhile, you realize that light damages them. Shine your flashlight on them, and they get weaker. Taking pictures of them as well harms them. (The flash) Of course, only a few brought some cameras.
Forms
(Character Skeletons)
Name-
Age-
Looks-
Gender-
Ghost, or human?-
Attack type (ghosts)-
Weapons(optional, ghosts)-
Weapons(needed, humans)-
Personality (optional, both)-
History (ghost, optional)-
Other/anything I missed-
If I missed any requirements, please tell me. I'm new to this style of roleplaying, and this site. =)
1879-1969
Himuro Mansion is known as the home of a large landowner who controls the region of the Himuro Mountains. But it is actually the place a shrine was built for performing a certain Shinto ritual, passed down through the generations. But the people have to keep this ritual a deep secret. They are forbidden to even mention its name. The ritual is performed to keep Hell’s Gate shut. This gate is actually underneath the house, so that is why they are responsible for it.
Every year on the 13th day of the 12th month, a maiden, cut off from the outside world for 3,669 long days, about 10 years, shall be torn apart to provide power to the rope. But first, a different maiden must be chosen to be blinded by the blinding mask, a mask with two stakes through the eyes. After part of her blood is collected through a cloth across her destroyed eyes, the clothed is placed in front of Hell’s gate, below the house, to weaken the disturbed spirits inside. The next Ritual, the Strangling Ritual, will keep the gate closed for another 3,669 days. If the ritual is not performed properly, or isn’t performed at all, then the Malice will be released. The Malice makes deceased spirits inside hostile and even evil.
To start performing the rituals, all female residents of the Himuro mansion above the age of 7 years, 9 months, and 25 days gather together to play a game of “Demon Tag.” The previous blinded Maiden will play as the “Demon” The females will hide, and have to get found eventually by the Blinded Maiden. The first one to be found will be the next blinded maiden. The last one to be found will be the next Rope Maiden, for it is believed that she had high spiritual power because she hid from the “Demon” for the longest.
The blinding ritual uses a mask with two stakes through the eyes. The blinded maiden is forced onto her knees by two priests, and the ritual leader forces the mask onto her face, gouging her eyes.
In the Strangling ritual, the maiden chose to be the Rope Maiden is hidden from the world for 3,669 days. She can only come outside when it is foggy, not clear, etc. No one can visit her, unless they have a mask on, so that she cannot see their face and become attracted to them. She has to be willing to die, and not have any feelings or emotions, or her blood will not be strong enough, and Malice will be released. The Maiden is tied to a large wooden wheel on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Ropes are tied to her legs, arms, and neck. 5 people pull the ropes, eventually strangling her, or just ripping her apart.
One Rope Maiden, Kirie, was being visited by a boy. He would come in, without a mask, and tell her all about the outside world. Eventually, she fell in love with him, and had a reason to live. After about 3 weeks of him visiting her, he was discovered talking with her, and killed. When Kirie was led to the Strangling room to be sacrificed, she felt guilty about the death of her lover. Due to this, Kirie’s blood on the ropes wasn’t strong enough to hold the gate closed, and Malice was released. After this happened, the Himuro family master when crazy, and began to kill everyone else in the mansion with his two swords. Some people committed suicide before the spirits, or the Himuro family master, killed them. Kirie’s Soul, the Blinded Maiden, and many other souls of all those killed by spirits now haunt the Himuro Mansion.
Malice possessed Kirie’s spirit. She was split into two parts. One, a younger version of herself, wearing a white kimono, and her adult form, possessed by the Malice. Her adult form wears a white kimono also, but looks more hostile, and has ropes tied around her ankles, wrists, and neck. Dark hair hangs in front of her eyes, and she is very pale. Blood stains her white kimono and the ropes around her also. The adult side of her yearns to kill those who now enter the mansion, so they can feel her pain. The younger side of her wants to help lift the curse of the mansion, and close Hell’s gate forever.
2009, December 1
7:43 PM
3 journalists go into Himuro mansion to cover a story of a missing girl, who was said to have been snatched away by ghosts. Junsei Takamine. Tomoe Hirasaka. Koji Ogata. Those were the three people that entered the mansion. After entering the place, they noticed that it was completely ruined. Wooden beams had collapsed, paper room dividers were slashed apart, staircases were broken, and doors were nailed shut. The oddest thing about the place was that in this one hallway, there were tons of ropes hanging from the ceiling. Maybe they were onto something.
After a few hours of investigating the house, one of the reporters goes missing. They search, and eventually find him. Dead. Ropes were tied around his wrists, ankles, and neck. All of his limbs were torn off, strewn across the area around him carelessly, like someone had tossed them aside.
Then, one by one, the rest of the reporters die as well. What was the cause of this curse? Kirie of course. If she manages to attack you, you slowly begin see ropes around your ankles, wrists, and your neck. If she successfully attacks you three times, you begin to feel as if you are being torn apart.
2009, December 9
5:12 PM
A group of curious students decide to go and search the mansion for the missing Journalists. For some of them, the Journalists are their family. For others, they just want an adventure.
They have no idea what they are dealing with.
You (your character) happen to be a part of this group. By searching the mansion, finding notes, bodies, diary entries, seeing ghosts, will you find out the mystery of this mansion? And survive?
When encountering a ghost, most of them will attack immediately. Especially the Blinded Maiden and Kirie. You can either run from them (very difficult) hide somewhere, or attack them as well. Question is…how do you hurt them?
After wandering the house for awhile, you realize that light damages them. Shine your flashlight on them, and they get weaker. Taking pictures of them as well harms them. (The flash) Of course, only a few brought some cameras.
Forms
(Character Skeletons)
Name-
Age-
Looks-
Gender-
Ghost, or human?-
Attack type (ghosts)-
Weapons(optional, ghosts)-
Weapons(needed, humans)-
Personality (optional, both)-
History (ghost, optional)-
Other/anything I missed-
If I missed any requirements, please tell me. I'm new to this style of roleplaying, and this site. =)
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Saiyu knew it was a bad choice from the start. Sneaking out of her own home, getting on a public bus to the Himuro Mountain area, and walking the rest of the way to the mansion. Late at night too. But when did she ever listen to herself, in fact, people in general? She never listened. She never heeded anyone's instructions or warnings, the small girl just went off and did things by herself. This was one of those nights where she had finally proved that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Finally, Saiyu had proven to everyone that she really could do things on her own.
The dim moonlight poured down onto the path in front of her, as if it was trying to show her the way towards the mansion. But she already knew, and she could even see it from her spot on the old dirt pathway. Maybe the light was just illuminating everything for her so she was less afraid. The moon could do wonderful things, even make an old mansion appear beautiful. The slanted roof had shingles missing, probably torn away by strong winds. The wooden boards on the side were rotting away slowly, while most of the windows were either shattered, or blocked off by a paper screen. Saiyu could see approximately 3 floors of the large home. There was a set of double doors at the front, wood, with carvings of delicate cherry blossoms and birds in it. The moonlight made the mansion glow, and instead of looking like an old dump, it looked like a still painting. An ancient building, with an eerie beauty to it. She felt slightly more comfortable after thinking everything through. She had brought some first aid if she was to hurt herself on the broken staircase or something. She had a strong flashlight, that could illuminate more than ten feet of the path in front of her.
Yet she still had an odd feeling gnawing at the back of her mind, something that was telling her to go back. A little voice inside her head. Instead of listening to it, Saiyu brushed away a piece of her mousy brown hair out of her vision, tucking it behind one ear. Her grip tightened on the flashlight until her knuckles turned white. And with a deep breath, she continued down the pathway, her feet making almost no noise on the dirt. Surrounded by tall grass and too many weeds, she actually felt at piece. It was like she was taking a walk through the forest, at the most relaxing time of the day. Night.
The young girl hesitated for a moment before continuing her walk over a small bridge. It ran over a small stream of water with a strong current. She could assume that the fresh-water flowed down from the mountains in the distance, and that it was probably ice cold. Every step she took on the rickety old bridge made her feel nervous. It creaked underneath her weight, and just the thought of plunging into the freezing water made her shiver in her loose clothing. Saiyu had made it across the short bridge in just a few steps, and now, was facing a tall Shinto gate. The wood, she could tell, had originally been painted red, but it was chipping off and rotting away like the house. She passed underneath the tall gate, her anxiousness and uneasiness growing with every step she took towards the mansion. Eventually she was standing right in front of the home, faced with a set of stairs, merely three steps, leading up to the tall double doors.
She took a quick glance over her shoulder, checking for anyone behind her. She didn't want to go in alone. Hopefully the report in the newspaper this week had caught the attention of other people besides her. More than anything, she wanted to find Tomoe, her aunt. But Saiyu was almost shivering, not because of the cold, but the fear. The house had an odd feeling to it, like something was there, hiding inside. Walking the corridors of the home, waiting for someone to come inside. Saiyu felt like she was in more danger than just getting a sliver from the split wood of the walls inside the home.
"Might as well...look through my things." She mumbled quietly, tearing her gaze away from the home and slipping her dark leather messenger bag off of her shoulder. Almost unaware that she was talking to herself, Saiyu began to rummage through her bag, saying the name of each item she brought.
"First aid, camera, note book, pen..." She had brought everything she needed. Now just to...wait. And see if anyone else would accompany her inside.
The dim moonlight poured down onto the path in front of her, as if it was trying to show her the way towards the mansion. But she already knew, and she could even see it from her spot on the old dirt pathway. Maybe the light was just illuminating everything for her so she was less afraid. The moon could do wonderful things, even make an old mansion appear beautiful. The slanted roof had shingles missing, probably torn away by strong winds. The wooden boards on the side were rotting away slowly, while most of the windows were either shattered, or blocked off by a paper screen. Saiyu could see approximately 3 floors of the large home. There was a set of double doors at the front, wood, with carvings of delicate cherry blossoms and birds in it. The moonlight made the mansion glow, and instead of looking like an old dump, it looked like a still painting. An ancient building, with an eerie beauty to it. She felt slightly more comfortable after thinking everything through. She had brought some first aid if she was to hurt herself on the broken staircase or something. She had a strong flashlight, that could illuminate more than ten feet of the path in front of her.
Yet she still had an odd feeling gnawing at the back of her mind, something that was telling her to go back. A little voice inside her head. Instead of listening to it, Saiyu brushed away a piece of her mousy brown hair out of her vision, tucking it behind one ear. Her grip tightened on the flashlight until her knuckles turned white. And with a deep breath, she continued down the pathway, her feet making almost no noise on the dirt. Surrounded by tall grass and too many weeds, she actually felt at piece. It was like she was taking a walk through the forest, at the most relaxing time of the day. Night.
The young girl hesitated for a moment before continuing her walk over a small bridge. It ran over a small stream of water with a strong current. She could assume that the fresh-water flowed down from the mountains in the distance, and that it was probably ice cold. Every step she took on the rickety old bridge made her feel nervous. It creaked underneath her weight, and just the thought of plunging into the freezing water made her shiver in her loose clothing. Saiyu had made it across the short bridge in just a few steps, and now, was facing a tall Shinto gate. The wood, she could tell, had originally been painted red, but it was chipping off and rotting away like the house. She passed underneath the tall gate, her anxiousness and uneasiness growing with every step she took towards the mansion. Eventually she was standing right in front of the home, faced with a set of stairs, merely three steps, leading up to the tall double doors.
She took a quick glance over her shoulder, checking for anyone behind her. She didn't want to go in alone. Hopefully the report in the newspaper this week had caught the attention of other people besides her. More than anything, she wanted to find Tomoe, her aunt. But Saiyu was almost shivering, not because of the cold, but the fear. The house had an odd feeling to it, like something was there, hiding inside. Walking the corridors of the home, waiting for someone to come inside. Saiyu felt like she was in more danger than just getting a sliver from the split wood of the walls inside the home.
"Might as well...look through my things." She mumbled quietly, tearing her gaze away from the home and slipping her dark leather messenger bag off of her shoulder. Almost unaware that she was talking to herself, Saiyu began to rummage through her bag, saying the name of each item she brought.
"First aid, camera, note book, pen..." She had brought everything she needed. Now just to...wait. And see if anyone else would accompany her inside.
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Enic calmly walks slowly up to the house, sword on his back he continues over the bridge, he looks at the gate for a minute, then he looses interest and keeps moving, he see's the girl standing by the door, moves swiftly towards the house, he draws his sword thinking the girl is a hostile ghost standing out to keep trespassers out and rushes towards the side oh the porch and watches her, and then closes in sword drawn and all, he then notices she is human, and sheathes his sword to show no hostility, he steps on a stick making a noise, he jumps back and hides in the darkness...
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Hana arrived at the Himuro mansion late into the night -- she had seen a report in the news about journalists having gone missing from the area, just a few days earlier. She stopped, surveying the scene set before her; it was nearly picturesque, with the dirt path leading to a wooden bridge and then a shinto gate, finally to the Himuro Mansion. She let out an audible sigh, plucking the flashlight from her messenger bag, a small grin spreading over her lips. The missing journalists... a sad story, yes, but also an opportunity. As an aspiring investigative reporter, Hana saw an opportunity in the grieving family and confused neighbors. This was her chance to start making a name for herself. All she had to do was go to Himuro Mansion and figure out what happened to those journalists -- quick and simple, she thought.
As she started to advance up the path, she found herself crossing an old, probably rotting, bridge. She frowned, discontented, as the bridge protested her weight. Her heart bounced up into her chest as one of the board bent beneath her foot for the briefest of moments and she forgot to breath, tossing herself the rest of the way across the bridge. She froze at the other side of the bridge, casting a betrayed look back at the board she thought she had nearly experienced a heart attack on. It took a moment for her logical brain to deduce that exposure to a constant source of water, the wood would eventually absorb some of that water, making it more pliable -- the age of the bridge didn't help either. Her heart rate returned to normal, after a few moments, and Hana continued on the path. She stopped at the Shinto gate, her hand extending towards the structure, appraising the craftsmanship. She also took another moment to admire the standing Mansion, it was then she noticed a moving figure near the main entrance of the mansion.
Head cocking to the side, Hana advanced at a faster pace towards the mansion -- who else was here? Why did they come? What would happen when they found out that Hana was there? She kept her flashlight down towards the ground, being sure to not flash the light towards the person, no need for hostility because Hana accidentally blinded someone. As she stepped closer to the building, she took a deep breath and announced her presence, "Hey!". She froze for a moment, her word -- though not loud -- felt like some sort of... trespass against the mansion. She swallowed, failing to find her voice again, as a strange feeling washed over her. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she felt goosebumps spring up over her arms, a shiver running down her spine. She looked over at the young girl that had been bent over her own bag, hoping she hadn't scared her.
As she started to advance up the path, she found herself crossing an old, probably rotting, bridge. She frowned, discontented, as the bridge protested her weight. Her heart bounced up into her chest as one of the board bent beneath her foot for the briefest of moments and she forgot to breath, tossing herself the rest of the way across the bridge. She froze at the other side of the bridge, casting a betrayed look back at the board she thought she had nearly experienced a heart attack on. It took a moment for her logical brain to deduce that exposure to a constant source of water, the wood would eventually absorb some of that water, making it more pliable -- the age of the bridge didn't help either. Her heart rate returned to normal, after a few moments, and Hana continued on the path. She stopped at the Shinto gate, her hand extending towards the structure, appraising the craftsmanship. She also took another moment to admire the standing Mansion, it was then she noticed a moving figure near the main entrance of the mansion.
Head cocking to the side, Hana advanced at a faster pace towards the mansion -- who else was here? Why did they come? What would happen when they found out that Hana was there? She kept her flashlight down towards the ground, being sure to not flash the light towards the person, no need for hostility because Hana accidentally blinded someone. As she stepped closer to the building, she took a deep breath and announced her presence, "Hey!". She froze for a moment, her word -- though not loud -- felt like some sort of... trespass against the mansion. She swallowed, failing to find her voice again, as a strange feeling washed over her. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she felt goosebumps spring up over her arms, a shiver running down her spine. She looked over at the young girl that had been bent over her own bag, hoping she hadn't scared her.
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Saiyu heard nothing. Thoughts were rushing through her mind at an incredible speed, she couldn't keep up with them. Did the mansion hold other dangers besides weak floorboards and old wood? She had a feeling...no. That was impossible. Ghosts didn't even exist. The journalists had went in to cover a story on children who had supposedly been snatched away by ghosts, but even Saiyu laughed at the idea. Ghosts weren't real. Just the thought of some transparent-looking figure coming up to her, wailing for help and whining about it's pain in the former life made Saiyu smile. What idiot would believe in that?
She was almost drowning in her thoughts, it was like she was off in a different world. Only when she heard the sudden snap of a stick, did she jump with surprise. Her flashlight beam swept across the ground, landing on the porch of the mansion, in an area that was almost pure darkness. A very thick shadow took up the corner of the porch. She closed her bag with one hand, throwing it over her shoulder again and taking a small step forward. Her heart was beating so hard, it felt like it would burst out of her. The moon's light aided her again, and she was able to see the glint of metal in the shadows. Saiyu's heart stopped, as she stumbled backwards, pressing her free hand up to her chest. She could tell it was a blade, a very long and sharp one. The first thing that came to her mind that held that description was a sword. Why would someone ever have a sword drawn towards her!
Breathing heavily, she struggled to speak without sounding too afraid.
"I-I'm sorry if I am trespassing. I'm just trying to find someone." Saiyu explained, yet with her tone of voice, it sounded more like a plead, like she was begging the person to not slash at her with the sharp blade of the sword. She lowered the beam of her flashlight, biting her bottom lip, standing completely still. It was like the chilly winds had frozen her on the spot, but it was just her own fear that kept her still.
'Hey!'
The sudden voice seemed to cut the air apart. Saiyu was already scared stiff by the glint of the blade, the loud voice did nothing to help. She almost screamed, yet it felt like all of her air was cut off. A strained shriek came out instead, and the flashlight dropped from her hand as she clasped her hands together in front of her, whipping around to face the figure not too far away, standing on the path. All she saw was a face, concealed by shadows. The light rolled down into a dip in the dirt pathway. She had never sneaked out before, who was this, the owner? Did someone own this place? Maybe a killer, a murderer, the man with the sword and the other figure. Maybe they had killed the journalists. Tons of scenarios ran through her mind.
She was almost drowning in her thoughts, it was like she was off in a different world. Only when she heard the sudden snap of a stick, did she jump with surprise. Her flashlight beam swept across the ground, landing on the porch of the mansion, in an area that was almost pure darkness. A very thick shadow took up the corner of the porch. She closed her bag with one hand, throwing it over her shoulder again and taking a small step forward. Her heart was beating so hard, it felt like it would burst out of her. The moon's light aided her again, and she was able to see the glint of metal in the shadows. Saiyu's heart stopped, as she stumbled backwards, pressing her free hand up to her chest. She could tell it was a blade, a very long and sharp one. The first thing that came to her mind that held that description was a sword. Why would someone ever have a sword drawn towards her!
Breathing heavily, she struggled to speak without sounding too afraid.
"I-I'm sorry if I am trespassing. I'm just trying to find someone." Saiyu explained, yet with her tone of voice, it sounded more like a plead, like she was begging the person to not slash at her with the sharp blade of the sword. She lowered the beam of her flashlight, biting her bottom lip, standing completely still. It was like the chilly winds had frozen her on the spot, but it was just her own fear that kept her still.
'Hey!'
The sudden voice seemed to cut the air apart. Saiyu was already scared stiff by the glint of the blade, the loud voice did nothing to help. She almost screamed, yet it felt like all of her air was cut off. A strained shriek came out instead, and the flashlight dropped from her hand as she clasped her hands together in front of her, whipping around to face the figure not too far away, standing on the path. All she saw was a face, concealed by shadows. The light rolled down into a dip in the dirt pathway. She had never sneaked out before, who was this, the owner? Did someone own this place? Maybe a killer, a murderer, the man with the sword and the other figure. Maybe they had killed the journalists. Tons of scenarios ran through her mind.
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Enic notices how the girl is intimidated by his sword and calmly walked up to the porch and softly spoke to the terrified girl, "I'm not going to hurt you..", as he said that he noticed another person walking up with another flashlight "(am I the only one who didn't bring a flashlight?)" he thought to himself as he stands there and watches as the person walk up. He looks at the house which looks as if rotting away with the years, he puts his hand on the wood. Then he walks over to the railing of the porch which looks like it wouldn't even hold his sword up (which is about 20 pounds) he looks at the shredded paper in the window, he sees something through the rips and stares in there curiously and then walks over to the girl, "So, Why are you here Miss?" he asked softly and politely...
Enic notices how the girl is intimidated by his sword and calmly walked up to the porch and softly spoke to the terrified girl, "I'm not going to hurt you..", as he said that he noticed another person walking up with another flashlight "(am I the only one who didn't bring a flashlight?)" he thought to himself as he stands there and watches as the person walk up. He looks at the house which looks as if rotting away with the years, he puts his hand on the wood. Then he walks over to the railing of the porch which looks like it wouldn't even hold his sword up (which is about 20 pounds) he looks at the shredded paper in the window, he sees something through the rips and stares in there curiously and then walks over to the girl, "So, Why are you here Miss?" he asked softly and politely...
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"My eyes!"
The shriek echoed through the secluded room. Back arched while hands covered her face in a grieving pose, she felt the liquid when it latched onto fingertips, having been moved from her cheek. No, she wasn't crying. That had been abashed a long time ago, along with her eyes and alot of other things, including Kanji's life
She'd done her part of the Blinding Ritual. It was Kirie, the opposing maiden who'd took part, that failed to present blood strong enough to keep Hell's Gate closed. She was the one who caused the Calamity. The one that released Malice, the one that doomed them all.
Doomed them all. Hadn't every ghost kept a memory of what happened that day?
Blood. It was blood of which the tips of her fingers came in contact with, blood that drained down her face, still, in delicate crimson streaks. Her eyes; scars, wounds, reminders, holes, useless.
Crimson streaks.
My eyes!
Bandages.
Bandages, soaked with blood, covered the gouged holes left by her Blinding Mask. Wrapped around her head, were these. The only thing doing so other then her long, black hair.
No sense of sight would have proven hard for any being, adding to facts that she was dead. Though her other senses were heighted, greatly so, in the process of her death. And in addition she could teleport anywhere, anytime she wished. That had come in handy a while ago, when some humans decided to come crawling into Himuro Mansion. Poking their noses around, so incredibly oblivious to the dangers of which lay in waiting behind these closed doors. Not that a door would ever stop any of them.
Kirie.
Kirie had gotten to most of them first, though.
She could still hear their screams; screams of agony as they relived Kirie's own death. Ripped apart, limb by limb, while a neuse tightened around their throat. A guessing game, that's what it was. Which rope will kill you first?
It's so... dark. Dark...
Dark, dark! Can't see...
My eyes, my eyes!
Weight dependant on her left leg, Kanji stood silently from the cold Blinding Room floor, feeling as the kimono she wore touched it's fabric against her legs. Her arms fell, going down to her sides, and she walked.
Forward, forward, forward.
Step, step, step.
Footfall was silent, steps unheard, Kanji unheard. Hell, she knew exactly what she was doing.
Blank. White. Wall!
No one is here to help you. Not any more.
The maiden's ghost did not cease in her movements, and her presence inevitably soaked right into the north facing wall.
Eerily a whisper spread white, silencing and ghostly and hardly audible throughout the surrounding rooms, leaving a hanging presence behind. It fell carefully choreographed right as her being faded into the stones, and said what was known for her to be true.
The shriek echoed through the secluded room. Back arched while hands covered her face in a grieving pose, she felt the liquid when it latched onto fingertips, having been moved from her cheek. No, she wasn't crying. That had been abashed a long time ago, along with her eyes and alot of other things, including Kanji's life
She'd done her part of the Blinding Ritual. It was Kirie, the opposing maiden who'd took part, that failed to present blood strong enough to keep Hell's Gate closed. She was the one who caused the Calamity. The one that released Malice, the one that doomed them all.
Doomed them all. Hadn't every ghost kept a memory of what happened that day?
Blood. It was blood of which the tips of her fingers came in contact with, blood that drained down her face, still, in delicate crimson streaks. Her eyes; scars, wounds, reminders, holes, useless.
Crimson streaks.
My eyes!
Bandages.
Bandages, soaked with blood, covered the gouged holes left by her Blinding Mask. Wrapped around her head, were these. The only thing doing so other then her long, black hair.
No sense of sight would have proven hard for any being, adding to facts that she was dead. Though her other senses were heighted, greatly so, in the process of her death. And in addition she could teleport anywhere, anytime she wished. That had come in handy a while ago, when some humans decided to come crawling into Himuro Mansion. Poking their noses around, so incredibly oblivious to the dangers of which lay in waiting behind these closed doors. Not that a door would ever stop any of them.
Kirie.
Kirie had gotten to most of them first, though.
She could still hear their screams; screams of agony as they relived Kirie's own death. Ripped apart, limb by limb, while a neuse tightened around their throat. A guessing game, that's what it was. Which rope will kill you first?
It's so... dark. Dark...
Dark, dark! Can't see...
My eyes, my eyes!
Weight dependant on her left leg, Kanji stood silently from the cold Blinding Room floor, feeling as the kimono she wore touched it's fabric against her legs. Her arms fell, going down to her sides, and she walked.
Forward, forward, forward.
Step, step, step.
Footfall was silent, steps unheard, Kanji unheard. Hell, she knew exactly what she was doing.
Blank. White. Wall!
No one is here to help you. Not any more.
The maiden's ghost did not cease in her movements, and her presence inevitably soaked right into the north facing wall.
Eerily a whisper spread white, silencing and ghostly and hardly audible throughout the surrounding rooms, leaving a hanging presence behind. It fell carefully choreographed right as her being faded into the stones, and said what was known for her to be true.
"Help left, long ago."
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Hana barely had time to notice the second figure before the young girl shrieked, dropping her flashlight. The sound nearly caused the journalist to jump out of her skin, hands rising to her chest to calm her beating heart, and the trail of the flashlight effectively lighting up her face in a strange and contorted fashion. She adjusted the flashlight quickly, the beam having half-blinded her, and she shined it back down at the ground.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Her voice retreated in volume, coming out as a harsh whisper compared to the confident 'hey' she had released earlier. It felt right to whisper in this place, anything else felt like an violent attack on the space. Hana advanced on the dropped flashlight, picking it up out of the pocket of land it was nuzzled in. She turned the handle towards the young woman, pointing the beam in her own direction. It lit up the gray jeans and purple converse that Hana was clad in, as well as reflecting the numerous tidbits of shining knick-knacks attached to the writer's messenger bag. "H-here. Your flashlight." Her voice had dropped from a harsh whisper to a softer one, smiling lightly at the young woman before her. "Sorry again, about scaring you..."
Hana felt strangely awkward. She was at least three to four years older than this young girl before her... what would someone so young be doing out all by herself? Wouldn't her parents... you know, have a problem with her going off to some decrepit mansion in the middle of the night? Considering that the mansion had recently been featured in the news for hosting the disappearances of numerous journalists, one would assume parents would be against the idea... right?
The voice of the second figure interrupted her thoughts and she looked in the direction of the young boy. Her head tilts to the side slightly, 'He's young, too... What gives? Is there some sort of ghost and murder themed lock-in going on around here?' Though Hana assumed that the boy was talking to the girl his age, the writer cocks a hip out to the side, her arms crossing over her middle. "There were a few reporters that went missing here a few days ago, it was in the news. I'm trying to figure out what happened to them." She blinked, suddenly confused as to why she was explaining her presence to a boy that seemed about three years her junior. "And you?"
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Her voice retreated in volume, coming out as a harsh whisper compared to the confident 'hey' she had released earlier. It felt right to whisper in this place, anything else felt like an violent attack on the space. Hana advanced on the dropped flashlight, picking it up out of the pocket of land it was nuzzled in. She turned the handle towards the young woman, pointing the beam in her own direction. It lit up the gray jeans and purple converse that Hana was clad in, as well as reflecting the numerous tidbits of shining knick-knacks attached to the writer's messenger bag. "H-here. Your flashlight." Her voice had dropped from a harsh whisper to a softer one, smiling lightly at the young woman before her. "Sorry again, about scaring you..."
Hana felt strangely awkward. She was at least three to four years older than this young girl before her... what would someone so young be doing out all by herself? Wouldn't her parents... you know, have a problem with her going off to some decrepit mansion in the middle of the night? Considering that the mansion had recently been featured in the news for hosting the disappearances of numerous journalists, one would assume parents would be against the idea... right?
The voice of the second figure interrupted her thoughts and she looked in the direction of the young boy. Her head tilts to the side slightly, 'He's young, too... What gives? Is there some sort of ghost and murder themed lock-in going on around here?' Though Hana assumed that the boy was talking to the girl his age, the writer cocks a hip out to the side, her arms crossing over her middle. "There were a few reporters that went missing here a few days ago, it was in the news. I'm trying to figure out what happened to them." She blinked, suddenly confused as to why she was explaining her presence to a boy that seemed about three years her junior. "And you?"
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Enic looks at the strange person with the other flashlight, "I'm here because I want to see what REALLY happened here..." He said softly (but loud enough so Hana can hear him) then he looks back at the window to attempt to find the thing he had seen. He sees something else, a piece of paper through the shredded window paper (how Ironic xD) he decides to finally enter, "(This is gonna be reckless.... But I need to investigate)" he thought as he opened the door, he walks in. In the Foyer he sees almost nothing, its pitch black in the house, ht continues forward, using the dimly lit moon as his source of light. He notices the foul stench of blood in the house as he covers his nose with a rag, "(Ugh... the smell of blood is disgusting...)" he thought as he proceeds through. As he moves through, this forbidding presence causes him to stop, "(What's this presence that I'm feeling?)" he thought before grabbing the paper, "(Is this a report?)" he questioned in his head...
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Saiyu nodded towards the woman, carefully extending an arm out towards her to grab her silver flashlight. The beam flickered for a moment, then went out. Even though the older woman in front of her had a strong flashlight beam, she began to panic. Without the light from her own flashlight, it felt like she was in eternal darkness, with no way out. She hit the flashlight with the palm of her hand, ignoring the flash of pain following her action. The beam came back on, flickering weakly a few times before once again, lighting up the area in front of her.
The young girl gave a small sigh of relief. Her eyes wandered up to the boy on the porch, who had asked the question earlier. Why was she here? To save her Aunt of course. She had been a journalist who went missing, and was the only woman in her family who actually cared about her. Yet Saiyu seemed to have a hard time admitting it. Her grip tightened on the flashlight until her knuckles turned white, and she opened her mouth to speak. No words came out. Maybe it was just shock from before, with the sword and the fear of being caught on someone's property. The fear of being disciplined by her parents. Cleared her throat, deciding to go against answering his question, and just fixed the bag on her shoulder.
She used her free hand to pull her white blouse tighter around her pale yellow tank top, yet again fixing the leather strap on her shoulder. It was just something to do with her hands while she slowly approached the steps up to the manor. Her eyes ran over the delicate and detailed carvings on the front door, until of course they were opened by the boy with the sword. She really would have liked to wait awhile to open the doors, but could just refer to him as "boy". Saiyu hesitated for a moment, her eyes focusing on the inside of the manor.
There was a large room, with paper screens at the far wall. It was a pale yellow wallpaper, and was being torn off, revealing the wood underneath. To the far right, was a mask hung up on the wall. She examined it from her spot at the door, not able to see the details because of how far away from it she was. To the left, was an old wood door, parted open slightly. This was it...as soon as she stepped inside, she wouldn't be able to go back out because she would be deemed as a coward. A chicken. And Saiyu wanted to prove herself for once. Find her Aunt, the other journalists, and get out as soon as possible.
She stepped inside. The thick scent of rotting wood, mold, blood, and paint washed over her, like a sudden wave. She winced from the strong smell, raising her free hand up to her nose and covering it. It smelled horrible in here, and she didn't want to breath in any more of the foul air. But she couldn't hold her breath forever. Saiyu lowered her arm, taking a deep breath in. Already she was getting used to the scent. With one last glance towards the outside world, she took a single step deeper into the room, glancing over to the boy. There was something in his hand. She raised the beam of her flashlight towards him, stepping over to him, carefully avoiding the holes in the floorboards.
"What's that?" Saiyu asked quietly, peering over his shoulder. It was a neat paper, in the form of an old notebook. On the front, it said a few words that were barely able to be read. 'Himuro Mansion Research: Missing Children', then underneath, there was a name. 'Tomoe'
As soon as she read the name, she reached forward and snatched the book from his hands, opening it up and flipping through the pages. "Tomoe..." She muttered under her breath. Just holding the notebook that her Aunt had written in made her feel connected to her, like her Aunt wasn't so far away. Flipping to the first page, she held her flashlight up to flood the page with light, and was able to read it. Without noticing, she was reading aloud.
"December 1st, 1:37 PM,
I've entered the mansion. I really don't like how this place feels, it's like someone else is here, watching us. But I have to ignore my uneasiness, I'm not giving up a job with Junsei Takamine! I really hope this pays off. I've never been more scared in my life."
Saiyu bit her bottom lip, closing the book gently, like she was cutting of the connection between her and her Aunt. She knew the two would ask questions, ask her why she was so protective towards the book. With one hand, she held it to her chest, closing her eyes. "What are your names?" She changed the subject before anyone could say anything, opening her bag and slipping the journal inside with her other supplies.
The young girl gave a small sigh of relief. Her eyes wandered up to the boy on the porch, who had asked the question earlier. Why was she here? To save her Aunt of course. She had been a journalist who went missing, and was the only woman in her family who actually cared about her. Yet Saiyu seemed to have a hard time admitting it. Her grip tightened on the flashlight until her knuckles turned white, and she opened her mouth to speak. No words came out. Maybe it was just shock from before, with the sword and the fear of being caught on someone's property. The fear of being disciplined by her parents. Cleared her throat, deciding to go against answering his question, and just fixed the bag on her shoulder.
She used her free hand to pull her white blouse tighter around her pale yellow tank top, yet again fixing the leather strap on her shoulder. It was just something to do with her hands while she slowly approached the steps up to the manor. Her eyes ran over the delicate and detailed carvings on the front door, until of course they were opened by the boy with the sword. She really would have liked to wait awhile to open the doors, but could just refer to him as "boy". Saiyu hesitated for a moment, her eyes focusing on the inside of the manor.
There was a large room, with paper screens at the far wall. It was a pale yellow wallpaper, and was being torn off, revealing the wood underneath. To the far right, was a mask hung up on the wall. She examined it from her spot at the door, not able to see the details because of how far away from it she was. To the left, was an old wood door, parted open slightly. This was it...as soon as she stepped inside, she wouldn't be able to go back out because she would be deemed as a coward. A chicken. And Saiyu wanted to prove herself for once. Find her Aunt, the other journalists, and get out as soon as possible.
She stepped inside. The thick scent of rotting wood, mold, blood, and paint washed over her, like a sudden wave. She winced from the strong smell, raising her free hand up to her nose and covering it. It smelled horrible in here, and she didn't want to breath in any more of the foul air. But she couldn't hold her breath forever. Saiyu lowered her arm, taking a deep breath in. Already she was getting used to the scent. With one last glance towards the outside world, she took a single step deeper into the room, glancing over to the boy. There was something in his hand. She raised the beam of her flashlight towards him, stepping over to him, carefully avoiding the holes in the floorboards.
"What's that?" Saiyu asked quietly, peering over his shoulder. It was a neat paper, in the form of an old notebook. On the front, it said a few words that were barely able to be read. 'Himuro Mansion Research: Missing Children', then underneath, there was a name. 'Tomoe'
As soon as she read the name, she reached forward and snatched the book from his hands, opening it up and flipping through the pages. "Tomoe..." She muttered under her breath. Just holding the notebook that her Aunt had written in made her feel connected to her, like her Aunt wasn't so far away. Flipping to the first page, she held her flashlight up to flood the page with light, and was able to read it. Without noticing, she was reading aloud.
"December 1st, 1:37 PM,
I've entered the mansion. I really don't like how this place feels, it's like someone else is here, watching us. But I have to ignore my uneasiness, I'm not giving up a job with Junsei Takamine! I really hope this pays off. I've never been more scared in my life."
Saiyu bit her bottom lip, closing the book gently, like she was cutting of the connection between her and her Aunt. She knew the two would ask questions, ask her why she was so protective towards the book. With one hand, she held it to her chest, closing her eyes. "What are your names?" She changed the subject before anyone could say anything, opening her bag and slipping the journal inside with her other supplies.
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Enic was still confused why the girl ripped the book out of his hands, "(that seems important to her)" he thought. He turns his head to the left and draws his sword, "Did anyone else hear that...?" he quietly asked. He moves towards the back of the room, and then a ominous presence wraps itself around the room, "(what the hell is this presence I'm feeling)" he thought, "oh... And Since you asked... I'm Enic..." he had said as he glances about. He jumps back because the floorboards that supported him crumbled due to their age, he continues looking about. "Something's here... And it doesn't want us here..." he spoke softly as he keeps looking about. Then as if from nothing, the door slams shut Enic looks at it, "Or it wants us here... (But why?)" he questioned, "Either way... No turning back now..."
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"December 1st, 1:37 PM,"
"December 1st, 1:37 PM,"
"December 1st, 1:37 PM,"
Kanji stopped her movements in the Hidden Pass. Echo, echo, echoing ever so slightly in the ring of her ears.
Ears. Eyes. My eyes, my eyes!
Voice. Voices. Movements. Girl? Yes.
"I've entered the mansion entered the mansion. I really don't like how this place feels feels, it's like someone someone else is here here, watching watching us. But I have to ignore my uneasiness, I'm not giving up a job with Junsei Takamine Junsei Takamine! I really hope really hope this pays off. I've never never been more scared in my life."
Scared in my life.
Scared in my life.
Entrance.
The Entrance; the voice was in the Entrance! More came back, came back they did.
Coming here with their notebooks and journals. Rediculous; she'd heard the scratching of pen against paper when those human's who'd came before had been writing.
Kirie.
Kirie, Kirie, Kirie. Where was Kirie? That demon must have already sensed the humans there.
Pay.
They would pay a hefty price for coming there again, for coming back to the Himuro Mansion.
A singeing heat of anger and rage soared through Kanji's body. She wanted them out!
And she wanted them out now!
Kanji's voice screamed loudly throughout the area of where the voice came from, the last word leading of into an angry scream. Charging towards the Entrance room from the Hidden Pass, her determined walk showing through how much rage poured out, Kanji vapourized into the wall between the corridor and the entrance, her voice leaving with her.
"Get. Out. Right. Now!"
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"Kill her..."
"I don't want to kill."
Akane will never forget that night. That day. That... event.
The ritual, the Crimson Ritual, she and Azami had gone into together.
Imprints of a red butterfly on her neck now stating exactly what had happened there;
She killed her own sister.
Hands, clasping, griping, holding, squeezing the life from Azami from way of neck.
Sick to her stomach it made her, thinking about the eyes. Her sister's eyes as the life died from them, yet they continued to poise open.
Staring at her.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Azami!" The sobs broke out, piercing the silence that engulfed the Doll room and she mourned the death of her sister. The death she caused.
But, you see, he father had fixed that too! He'd seen her pain, and came to save her with a doll created in Azami's likeness. Oh, how she loved that doll. Loved it the same she loved her sister.
Her father had gone insane too, though, talking how the doll was possessed, evil, and that it needed to be disposed of in Hell's Abyss.
If the doll was possessed by anything, it would be Azami's spirit, and that's how Akane saw it.
"Kill him..." The whispers had swarmed like bees in her ear, the whispers of the doll. Yes, she killed her father. But it was to protect the doll; to protect one Azami if she couldn't protect the other.
Getting from the floor of the room, the girl walked over to the door before going right through it and into the hallway.
But soon her advancement would cause a hefty retreat.
"Get. Out. Right. Now!"
By God, the Blinded Maiden was in a rage! And you wouldn't want to stick around for that.
Because, if something pissed that ghost off, then surely Kirie was close to follow. No one was stupid enough to hang around for that; and even if the demon didn't follow, she still lurked around there somewhere.
Retreat, retreat, retreat.
Back, back, back into the Himuro doll room.
When Akane strode back in from the engulfing hallway, worried looks upon her features, her face suddenly lifted in a sort of twisted happiness when she saw her.
"Azami!" The voice called out, and the girl stepped forward to in brace the doll into a hug.
"Kill him..." Where the first whispered words in Akane's ear, prompting her to just nod solemnly before whispering back,
"I know." Why do you kill?
"I don't want to kill."
Akane will never forget that night. That day. That... event.
The ritual, the Crimson Ritual, she and Azami had gone into together.
Imprints of a red butterfly on her neck now stating exactly what had happened there;
She killed her own sister.
Hands, clasping, griping, holding, squeezing the life from Azami from way of neck.
Sick to her stomach it made her, thinking about the eyes. Her sister's eyes as the life died from them, yet they continued to poise open.
Staring at her.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Azami!" The sobs broke out, piercing the silence that engulfed the Doll room and she mourned the death of her sister. The death she caused.
But, you see, he father had fixed that too! He'd seen her pain, and came to save her with a doll created in Azami's likeness. Oh, how she loved that doll. Loved it the same she loved her sister.
Her father had gone insane too, though, talking how the doll was possessed, evil, and that it needed to be disposed of in Hell's Abyss.
If the doll was possessed by anything, it would be Azami's spirit, and that's how Akane saw it.
"Kill him..." The whispers had swarmed like bees in her ear, the whispers of the doll. Yes, she killed her father. But it was to protect the doll; to protect one Azami if she couldn't protect the other.
Getting from the floor of the room, the girl walked over to the door before going right through it and into the hallway.
But soon her advancement would cause a hefty retreat.
"Get. Out. Right. Now!"
By God, the Blinded Maiden was in a rage! And you wouldn't want to stick around for that.
Because, if something pissed that ghost off, then surely Kirie was close to follow. No one was stupid enough to hang around for that; and even if the demon didn't follow, she still lurked around there somewhere.
Retreat, retreat, retreat.
Back, back, back into the Himuro doll room.
When Akane strode back in from the engulfing hallway, worried looks upon her features, her face suddenly lifted in a sort of twisted happiness when she saw her.
"Azami!" The voice called out, and the girl stepped forward to in brace the doll into a hug.
"Kill him..." Where the first whispered words in Akane's ear, prompting her to just nod solemnly before whispering back,
"I know." Why do you kill?
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Hana watched as the boy took headway, walking into the mansion. Hana rolled her eyes, head shaking. She was already annoyed and now, here was this kid, just taking the lead, talking about how he was here to figure out what "really" happened. What does that even mean? Obviously, these journalists went missing -- there had been no speculation, there had been no leads. Hana was there to figure out what happened to them, there was no "what REALLY happened", just what happened. Her frown only deepened when the young woman turned-tail and fled into the house as well. 'Great... I feel like I'll be babysitting all--Is that a sword? Does that kid have a SWORD?' Hana froze on the steps leading to the double doors, the hilt of the sword coming into view as the boy disappeared within the darkness of the mansion.
She had a sudden feeling that she didn't want to go into the mansion, not with a sword wielding, "I want to figure out what REALLY happened", white haired child. No, no, no, she saw way too many horror movies about killer children... but, that girl had gone in there. She'd just gone in there with that boy, the boy with the sword. Sighing, Hana grasped her flashlight tighter in her hand, finding comfort in the weight. 'I wish I'd brought something--OH!' A smile broke across the writer's face as she flipped her satchel open again. Looking inside, she nodded her head and at her cased camera and spare lens, along with the extra flashbulb. Her eyes swept over the extra batteries she had packed, as well as her notebooks and pens and pencils. She pulled her jacket to the side, packed in case it got cold, and grabbed the cool metal of the crowbar she had brought with her. Her hand found the hooked end and she pulled it from her pack, the weapon and tool coming to rest at her side.
Feeling more prepared to deal with the possible lunatic with a sword, Hana walked up the rest of the steps and into the manor. She arrived just in time to see the young girl rip what appeared to be a notebook out of the sword-wielding boy's hands. She stopped a few steps back, standing near the door in case she needed to make a quick escape. The foul smells of the home assaulted her senses almost immediately. Hana coughed, choking on the scents emanating from the large mansion. She nearly gagged -- why would the house smell so awful! She could understand the smell of mold and musk -- time would explain those away. But... the heavy iron scent of blood and the smell of decaying matter... Her eyes drifted to the sword-clad youth present in the room, staring at the young girl. Hana's grasp tightened on the crowbar nearly involuntarily.
The young girl then started to read from the first page of the notebook. Hana glared heavily at the boy before she began to look around the room. She could tell that the room had been beautiful once -- probably many years ago. She blinked, attempting to imagine how it may have looked before the years of disuse and neglect... it would have been breath-taking.
"...job with Junsei Takamine!"
Hana's eyes stopped scanning the room, flying back in the direction of the young girl reading. Junsei Takamine? That was one of the names in the newspaper! One of the people that had gone missing! Hana advanced on the young girl, hoping to take a peek into the journal she had in her possession, unfortunately, the young girl flipped it closed and hugged it against her body before Hana could take a look. Hana stopped, arms crossing as she frowned again. It obviously wasn't this girls journal... why was she being so defensive? She contemplated flat-out asking the girl, but she spoke first -- asking their names. Raising an eyebrow, Hana reneged her idea about asking -- obviously, this girl didn't want them to ask, or even notice, that she had developed some sort of attachment to the journal. Storing the information away, Hana decided against asking now and would, instead, bring it up later.
Her eyes drifted across the room as she heard this strange noise, a metal on metal "shhhhhhhick" sound that she'd only heard in movies. Her gaze landed on the boy, sword drawn, as he traveled across the room. Her eyes widened, disregarding his speech. "Why the hell do you have a sword!?" She turned on the small girl, still clutching the notebook, "And why the hell do you not care?" Hana's arms half-outstretched towards the center of the room, crowbar pointing at the sword-wielding boy. "And what are you talking about?" The door slammed shut behind Hana as she spoke, a strangled scream escaping her throat as she practically threw her crowbar and her flashlight at the ground. The boy managed something about a presence not wanting them to leave the house and Hana's fear turned directly to anger. "Doesn't want us to-- are you on drugs? You're toting a sword, talking about ghosts, and insinuating that the door closed because of said ghost. It was probably just the wind."
Hana bent down to pick up her fallen items, a glare etched firmly on her features, as she retrieved the flashlight and crowbar. She straightened herself, sighing heavily as she addressed the young girl before her. "I'm Hana, by the way. Itami Hana. Pleasure." She turned from the group, her hand extending to the double doors that had allowed them admittance into the mansion. She tugged at the handles, placing pressure on them in whatever way she could, but to no avail -- the doors wouldn't give. Hana's hand collapsed against her thighs as she turned back to the other two. "Great, the doors are stuck, won't even budge."
She sighed, raising a hand to her head and pressing a finger against her temple, eyes closing for a moment. "Well, what's your name?" She looked to the young girl, she expected the next sound she heard would be the young girl saying her name, or perhaps the sworded boy chastising her for logically concluding that the door closed without the help of oppressive spirits -- but, she was no where close. She heard a half-way disembodied voice, she could hear it but... it was like she couldn't hear it all the way.
"Get. Out. Right. Now!"
Hana raised her flashlight, shining the beam around the room as she backed up towards the main double doors. Her flashlight seemed to focus in on a spot across the room, she couldn't explain why her beam stopped there -- there was just this... force, some sort of strong force that drew it there. All at the same time, the voice and the strong presence that was behind that wall, it just disappeared. She forced her mouth closed and reminded herself to breathe after a moment. Her voice came out in a soft whisper, so soft that she would be able to doubt that she even said anything, "What... was that?"
Information flooded her mind as she recalled what she had read before deciding to take a trip to the Himuro Mansion. The journalists had come here to investigate the disappearances of children -- they claimed that they had been spirited away, stolen by ghosts. They recounted the information documented by a folklorist that had traveled to the mansion earlier -- describing the place as being home to Shinto rituals, some of which were the opposite of savory. She recalled some of the folklore presented by this particular folklorist -- stories about the rituals that involved nearly killing an outside before delivering them to an abyss, appeasing the spirits there; stories about twins strangling one another; stories about horrible, horrible things. Hana was a skeptic, extremely skeptical. She had been told that she was "sensitive", whatever that means, when she was younger -- that she had a gift. From that moments on, Hana dedicated herself to education -- she locked away that sensitivity in order to pursue what she deemed "real world" matters.
She suddenly felt coated, covered in this sickly, disturbed, uncomfortable feeling. She was hot and cold at the same time, her hairs standing on end, as her mind screamed at her to leave. She felt like she should heed the warning that had just been shouted at them, get out. Get out now. Right now. GET OUT! Hana grasped at her crowbar, her flashlight shining across the room before settling at a couple feet in front of her. She took a deep, shuddering breath -- forcing herself into a state of calm. She shook her head. 'I'm overreacting, obviously. The doors slammed shut and my heart is racing. I'm okay. I'm fine.' She took another deep breath. "Someone want to tell me what's going on? Is this some sort of outrageous joke?"
She had a sudden feeling that she didn't want to go into the mansion, not with a sword wielding, "I want to figure out what REALLY happened", white haired child. No, no, no, she saw way too many horror movies about killer children... but, that girl had gone in there. She'd just gone in there with that boy, the boy with the sword. Sighing, Hana grasped her flashlight tighter in her hand, finding comfort in the weight. 'I wish I'd brought something--OH!' A smile broke across the writer's face as she flipped her satchel open again. Looking inside, she nodded her head and at her cased camera and spare lens, along with the extra flashbulb. Her eyes swept over the extra batteries she had packed, as well as her notebooks and pens and pencils. She pulled her jacket to the side, packed in case it got cold, and grabbed the cool metal of the crowbar she had brought with her. Her hand found the hooked end and she pulled it from her pack, the weapon and tool coming to rest at her side.
Feeling more prepared to deal with the possible lunatic with a sword, Hana walked up the rest of the steps and into the manor. She arrived just in time to see the young girl rip what appeared to be a notebook out of the sword-wielding boy's hands. She stopped a few steps back, standing near the door in case she needed to make a quick escape. The foul smells of the home assaulted her senses almost immediately. Hana coughed, choking on the scents emanating from the large mansion. She nearly gagged -- why would the house smell so awful! She could understand the smell of mold and musk -- time would explain those away. But... the heavy iron scent of blood and the smell of decaying matter... Her eyes drifted to the sword-clad youth present in the room, staring at the young girl. Hana's grasp tightened on the crowbar nearly involuntarily.
The young girl then started to read from the first page of the notebook. Hana glared heavily at the boy before she began to look around the room. She could tell that the room had been beautiful once -- probably many years ago. She blinked, attempting to imagine how it may have looked before the years of disuse and neglect... it would have been breath-taking.
"...job with Junsei Takamine!"
Hana's eyes stopped scanning the room, flying back in the direction of the young girl reading. Junsei Takamine? That was one of the names in the newspaper! One of the people that had gone missing! Hana advanced on the young girl, hoping to take a peek into the journal she had in her possession, unfortunately, the young girl flipped it closed and hugged it against her body before Hana could take a look. Hana stopped, arms crossing as she frowned again. It obviously wasn't this girls journal... why was she being so defensive? She contemplated flat-out asking the girl, but she spoke first -- asking their names. Raising an eyebrow, Hana reneged her idea about asking -- obviously, this girl didn't want them to ask, or even notice, that she had developed some sort of attachment to the journal. Storing the information away, Hana decided against asking now and would, instead, bring it up later.
Her eyes drifted across the room as she heard this strange noise, a metal on metal "shhhhhhhick" sound that she'd only heard in movies. Her gaze landed on the boy, sword drawn, as he traveled across the room. Her eyes widened, disregarding his speech. "Why the hell do you have a sword!?" She turned on the small girl, still clutching the notebook, "And why the hell do you not care?" Hana's arms half-outstretched towards the center of the room, crowbar pointing at the sword-wielding boy. "And what are you talking about?" The door slammed shut behind Hana as she spoke, a strangled scream escaping her throat as she practically threw her crowbar and her flashlight at the ground. The boy managed something about a presence not wanting them to leave the house and Hana's fear turned directly to anger. "Doesn't want us to-- are you on drugs? You're toting a sword, talking about ghosts, and insinuating that the door closed because of said ghost. It was probably just the wind."
Hana bent down to pick up her fallen items, a glare etched firmly on her features, as she retrieved the flashlight and crowbar. She straightened herself, sighing heavily as she addressed the young girl before her. "I'm Hana, by the way. Itami Hana. Pleasure." She turned from the group, her hand extending to the double doors that had allowed them admittance into the mansion. She tugged at the handles, placing pressure on them in whatever way she could, but to no avail -- the doors wouldn't give. Hana's hand collapsed against her thighs as she turned back to the other two. "Great, the doors are stuck, won't even budge."
She sighed, raising a hand to her head and pressing a finger against her temple, eyes closing for a moment. "Well, what's your name?" She looked to the young girl, she expected the next sound she heard would be the young girl saying her name, or perhaps the sworded boy chastising her for logically concluding that the door closed without the help of oppressive spirits -- but, she was no where close. She heard a half-way disembodied voice, she could hear it but... it was like she couldn't hear it all the way.
"Get. Out. Right. Now!"
Hana raised her flashlight, shining the beam around the room as she backed up towards the main double doors. Her flashlight seemed to focus in on a spot across the room, she couldn't explain why her beam stopped there -- there was just this... force, some sort of strong force that drew it there. All at the same time, the voice and the strong presence that was behind that wall, it just disappeared. She forced her mouth closed and reminded herself to breathe after a moment. Her voice came out in a soft whisper, so soft that she would be able to doubt that she even said anything, "What... was that?"
Information flooded her mind as she recalled what she had read before deciding to take a trip to the Himuro Mansion. The journalists had come here to investigate the disappearances of children -- they claimed that they had been spirited away, stolen by ghosts. They recounted the information documented by a folklorist that had traveled to the mansion earlier -- describing the place as being home to Shinto rituals, some of which were the opposite of savory. She recalled some of the folklore presented by this particular folklorist -- stories about the rituals that involved nearly killing an outside before delivering them to an abyss, appeasing the spirits there; stories about twins strangling one another; stories about horrible, horrible things. Hana was a skeptic, extremely skeptical. She had been told that she was "sensitive", whatever that means, when she was younger -- that she had a gift. From that moments on, Hana dedicated herself to education -- she locked away that sensitivity in order to pursue what she deemed "real world" matters.
She suddenly felt coated, covered in this sickly, disturbed, uncomfortable feeling. She was hot and cold at the same time, her hairs standing on end, as her mind screamed at her to leave. She felt like she should heed the warning that had just been shouted at them, get out. Get out now. Right now. GET OUT! Hana grasped at her crowbar, her flashlight shining across the room before settling at a couple feet in front of her. She took a deep, shuddering breath -- forcing herself into a state of calm. She shook her head. 'I'm overreacting, obviously. The doors slammed shut and my heart is racing. I'm okay. I'm fine.' She took another deep breath. "Someone want to tell me what's going on? Is this some sort of outrageous joke?"
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Saiyu was always a bit more sensitive than other people. When the older woman began to speak, scolding to two for whatever reasons, she could feel the tears flood to her eyes. She always cried so easily, that was one thing she hated about herself. Whenever anybody said something even slightly rude to her, whenever they cursed in her direction, she could already feel the tears coming to her eyes. Why was she like that? Saiyu didn't know, but she hated it.
She blinked, feeling a small drop of the salty water escape the corners of her eyes. They trailed down her face, and she immediately turned away from both people, staring at the door over to the left, surrounded by the yellow wallpaper that was peeling off. Instead of focusing on herself, and her emotions that were too strong, she focused on the wall, and the door. The room would have been beautiful. There were tall beams of wood that supported the ceiling, but she could tell they had carvings in them similar to the ones on the front door. The paper screens were tinted with color, with thin wood that kept the structure strong. Yet the paper had been torn apart. There seemed to have been a few candles in the area, even in the dim light of her flashlight, and the bit of moonlight filtering in through the dirty windows, she could see the waist high candle stands on the ground. It was like a floor lamp that people had nowadays.
Saiyu brought her free hand up to her face, wiping away the tears that were trailing down her face. She didn't like the feeling, now her face felt sticky from the salty water that had dried on her face. Sticky like blood. Only when she began thinking about that did Saiyu start to feel uncomfortable again. She had been oblivious to her surroundings before, not realizing that the woman had spoken. But suddenly, the room seemed to darken. Saiyu twisted around, flashlight gripped tightly in her hand, staring at the now closed wood doors. When did that...how did that happen?
'Just the wind...'
Just the wind!?! She wanted to yell at the woman for that, though she never was one to yell much. How could that have even been possible? They were heavy wood doors, that were obviously thick enough for someone to carve intricate designs into it. Instantly, Saiyu clasped the flashlight even tighter in her hand, clenching her teeth together. Had the boy shut the door? If it was some joke to try and scare her, it was sure working. She could already feel her heart-rate speeding up dramatically. Her eyes wandered towards the boy, to see if there was some sort of smirk or crooked smile painted on his face. Yet all she saw was the glint of his sword in the dim moonlight, and instead of being frightened by it, she felt safe. Though one question remained, how and why did he have a sword? Maybe to saw through wood if there was any in there way, but a hatchet would have been enough.
She glanced back over to the door, her dark eyes following the beam of the flashlight. What she saw next made her freeze completely. It was like a flicker, a change of color on the wall. Some sort of shape wandered by for a moment. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, and after it seemed to disappear, she was sure that it had just been her imagination. But the scream that accompanied it...she felt like she was in a dream. Off in a different world. The voice made a chill run down her spine. It was quiet, but strong, like a harsh whisper. Saiyu could feel pain, the air was caught in her throat. She moved the beam of the flashlight across the wall, searching for anything else.
'Get. Out. Right. Now!'
The young girl took a step back, stumbling over a piece of loose floorboard, yet caught her balance before falling over. Rather then dropping the flashlight and running like she usually would have, Saiyu wanted to prove to her new team-mates that she was strong. She didn't cry at the sound of hostile words, and she didn't run away at the sight of un-human creatures. Or once human.
"They're not real..." Saiyu struggled for more words, struggled to keep on lying to herself and saying that this wasn't real. But it was, and she couldn't get around that fact. She wanted to get out more than anything, but with the small hatred already there for the older woman, she wouldn't let herself get out.
(Ooc:// Sorry for the ooc here, but Kirie will come in soon. Once they're in a certain area...)
She blinked, feeling a small drop of the salty water escape the corners of her eyes. They trailed down her face, and she immediately turned away from both people, staring at the door over to the left, surrounded by the yellow wallpaper that was peeling off. Instead of focusing on herself, and her emotions that were too strong, she focused on the wall, and the door. The room would have been beautiful. There were tall beams of wood that supported the ceiling, but she could tell they had carvings in them similar to the ones on the front door. The paper screens were tinted with color, with thin wood that kept the structure strong. Yet the paper had been torn apart. There seemed to have been a few candles in the area, even in the dim light of her flashlight, and the bit of moonlight filtering in through the dirty windows, she could see the waist high candle stands on the ground. It was like a floor lamp that people had nowadays.
Saiyu brought her free hand up to her face, wiping away the tears that were trailing down her face. She didn't like the feeling, now her face felt sticky from the salty water that had dried on her face. Sticky like blood. Only when she began thinking about that did Saiyu start to feel uncomfortable again. She had been oblivious to her surroundings before, not realizing that the woman had spoken. But suddenly, the room seemed to darken. Saiyu twisted around, flashlight gripped tightly in her hand, staring at the now closed wood doors. When did that...how did that happen?
'Just the wind...'
Just the wind!?! She wanted to yell at the woman for that, though she never was one to yell much. How could that have even been possible? They were heavy wood doors, that were obviously thick enough for someone to carve intricate designs into it. Instantly, Saiyu clasped the flashlight even tighter in her hand, clenching her teeth together. Had the boy shut the door? If it was some joke to try and scare her, it was sure working. She could already feel her heart-rate speeding up dramatically. Her eyes wandered towards the boy, to see if there was some sort of smirk or crooked smile painted on his face. Yet all she saw was the glint of his sword in the dim moonlight, and instead of being frightened by it, she felt safe. Though one question remained, how and why did he have a sword? Maybe to saw through wood if there was any in there way, but a hatchet would have been enough.
She glanced back over to the door, her dark eyes following the beam of the flashlight. What she saw next made her freeze completely. It was like a flicker, a change of color on the wall. Some sort of shape wandered by for a moment. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, and after it seemed to disappear, she was sure that it had just been her imagination. But the scream that accompanied it...she felt like she was in a dream. Off in a different world. The voice made a chill run down her spine. It was quiet, but strong, like a harsh whisper. Saiyu could feel pain, the air was caught in her throat. She moved the beam of the flashlight across the wall, searching for anything else.
'Get. Out. Right. Now!'
The young girl took a step back, stumbling over a piece of loose floorboard, yet caught her balance before falling over. Rather then dropping the flashlight and running like she usually would have, Saiyu wanted to prove to her new team-mates that she was strong. She didn't cry at the sound of hostile words, and she didn't run away at the sight of un-human creatures. Or once human.
"They're not real..." Saiyu struggled for more words, struggled to keep on lying to herself and saying that this wasn't real. But it was, and she couldn't get around that fact. She wanted to get out more than anything, but with the small hatred already there for the older woman, she wouldn't let herself get out.
(Ooc:// Sorry for the ooc here, but Kirie will come in soon. Once they're in a certain area...)
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Enic looked at Hana, "I know what you're thinking... If I were to murder you. I would have already " he said with an irritated tone, "(Its ALWAYS my sword)" he thought as he notices Saiyu opening the door.
'Get. Out. Right. Now!'
He saw how Saiyu almost fell from fear and walks to her, "Ma'am are you alright" he asked softly as he looks onward showing an unnerving sign on his face. He looks at Hana, "Those doors are heavy, unless a tornado gust happened it is impossible!" he snapped showing his fangs, "And there was a gentle breeze out there!". Then he looks into the darkness, "We come to find the damn reporters (excluding me) and if you want us out, then why the hell did one of you close the door?!" he yelled into the darkness then looking at his new companions and softly spoke, "And this is no joke and they are real...". He then continued through looking into the darkness. His eyes were used to it, he continued through the building, he beamed around looking at the towers supporting the ceiling, he feels a tower, it was rough and moldy, he notices yet another piece of paper, "Tomoe..." he read aloud as he walks to Saiyu, "This is yours..." as he hands the paper to her...
'Get. Out. Right. Now!'
He saw how Saiyu almost fell from fear and walks to her, "Ma'am are you alright" he asked softly as he looks onward showing an unnerving sign on his face. He looks at Hana, "Those doors are heavy, unless a tornado gust happened it is impossible!" he snapped showing his fangs, "And there was a gentle breeze out there!". Then he looks into the darkness, "We come to find the damn reporters (excluding me) and if you want us out, then why the hell did one of you close the door?!" he yelled into the darkness then looking at his new companions and softly spoke, "And this is no joke and they are real...". He then continued through looking into the darkness. His eyes were used to it, he continued through the building, he beamed around looking at the towers supporting the ceiling, he feels a tower, it was rough and moldy, he notices yet another piece of paper, "Tomoe..." he read aloud as he walks to Saiyu, "This is yours..." as he hands the paper to her...
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Ayoko knew she was dead, she didn't mind. She thought it was better this way, where no-one had regret or remorse.
She could tell that there were visitors in the Himuro mansion the instant the beautiful double doors opened. The doors were engraved with the utmost precision, making them almost mystical. She wasn’t psychic, only psychotic. She could tell that there were new visitors when the air changed. The stench of death and decay that she loved so much was almost instantaneously purified by the outside air. Ayoko loved it when visitors came, she loved to watch them. Playing with the visitors was rare. But visitors alone were even rarer. Ayoko feared Kirie too much to dare to mess with her. But sometimes she can't stop herself. Kirie usually doesn't take notice when she does things like that.
Ayoko thought to herself. You can only fear while living under the feared. Although she lost the ability to fear long ago, it somehow comes out from within her while in the presence of Kirie. She decided she would have some fun this time; she would play a little bit with the visitors and merely stay out of Kirie’s way if she thinks it will be necessary. But Ayoko decided to wait; she decided to merely observe for the time being. She wanted to find out about the visitors fears and use that against them in her games.
She watched through the walls of the dark and decaying mansion. Her interest was suddenly taken by surprise, by one of the visitors. She was small and petite, like herself. The girl visitor had taken a sudden interest to the book that had been lying alone. The book that belonged to someone who been there recently. Ayoko wasn't sure what happened to that visitor. She tends not to pay too much attention to adults; she finds them dull and boring. Maybe the boring one was killed by Kirie, or maybe Kirie has no idea of her presence yet. Ayoko really didn’t care; she was good at keeping to herself.
She was watching the three newcomers when she was suddenly startled.
’Get. Out. Right. Now!’
The shriek was a familiar one. It was Blinded Lady; Ayoko was very aware of Blinded Lady, and in fact, was quite jealous of her. She had never won in tag before; nobody ever wanted to find her. She also finds the mask that once gouged her eyes to be quit fascinating, Ayoko wanted a mask like that to play with. Despite her jealousy, she never let it crowd her mind. She descended back to her room as quickly as she came out of it. She didn’t know why the Blinded Lady was in such a rage and she wasn’t determined to find out. Because she knew the things the Blinded Lady was capable of, the terrible things. She may barely fear anymore, but Ayoko isn't stupid.
She could tell that there were visitors in the Himuro mansion the instant the beautiful double doors opened. The doors were engraved with the utmost precision, making them almost mystical. She wasn’t psychic, only psychotic. She could tell that there were new visitors when the air changed. The stench of death and decay that she loved so much was almost instantaneously purified by the outside air. Ayoko loved it when visitors came, she loved to watch them. Playing with the visitors was rare. But visitors alone were even rarer. Ayoko feared Kirie too much to dare to mess with her. But sometimes she can't stop herself. Kirie usually doesn't take notice when she does things like that.
Ayoko thought to herself. You can only fear while living under the feared. Although she lost the ability to fear long ago, it somehow comes out from within her while in the presence of Kirie. She decided she would have some fun this time; she would play a little bit with the visitors and merely stay out of Kirie’s way if she thinks it will be necessary. But Ayoko decided to wait; she decided to merely observe for the time being. She wanted to find out about the visitors fears and use that against them in her games.
She watched through the walls of the dark and decaying mansion. Her interest was suddenly taken by surprise, by one of the visitors. She was small and petite, like herself. The girl visitor had taken a sudden interest to the book that had been lying alone. The book that belonged to someone who been there recently. Ayoko wasn't sure what happened to that visitor. She tends not to pay too much attention to adults; she finds them dull and boring. Maybe the boring one was killed by Kirie, or maybe Kirie has no idea of her presence yet. Ayoko really didn’t care; she was good at keeping to herself.
She was watching the three newcomers when she was suddenly startled.
’Get. Out. Right. Now!’
The shriek was a familiar one. It was Blinded Lady; Ayoko was very aware of Blinded Lady, and in fact, was quite jealous of her. She had never won in tag before; nobody ever wanted to find her. She also finds the mask that once gouged her eyes to be quit fascinating, Ayoko wanted a mask like that to play with. Despite her jealousy, she never let it crowd her mind. She descended back to her room as quickly as she came out of it. She didn’t know why the Blinded Lady was in such a rage and she wasn’t determined to find out. Because she knew the things the Blinded Lady was capable of, the terrible things. She may barely fear anymore, but Ayoko isn't stupid.
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'Get. Out. Right. Now!'
'Not again...' Young Kirie thought to herself, as she heard the strong words ring through the house. She knew what those words meant, it meant that even more humans had foolishly crossed into the territory of the house. Why couldn't they just leave them alone? Why did they have to die? With that she stood from her sitting position, looking at the shrine that had a doll that looked like her and then sighing. Hopefully, she would find them first.
She started moving, casually floating along the corridors and searching for the humans. She decided that the main entrance of the house would be her best bet. Once she was there, she saw them. Moving about and making noise. They must not have been here long. She stood there and watched them, mot yet wanting to announce her presence and hoping that she was the only one(ghost) there.
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Saiyu was more scared that she had ever been in her life. Thoughts were running through her mind, but it was like she was drowning in them, unsure of what to do in a situation like this. Was the boy suggesting that spirits were real? She wanted to laugh at even the possibility of that, but even she was beginning to be convinced. What had been that flicker of movement she had seen just a few seconds earlier? What had that scream been, and obvious shriek of anger, like someone was feeling endangered. She knew she wasn't supposed to be here in the first place, but she had wanted to go. At the time, she wanted nothing more but to get out!
But with the doors closed tightly behind her, she was unsure of how she was ever going to get them open. Were they locked? If not, they still looked heavy. And the most important thing...she would look like a coward. Though she really was easily scared, that was only because she was sensitive to all things. It was those penetrable emotions that lead her to being afraid for her life at the smallest noise in the trees, afraid of one person because of the quietest hostile word or movement towards her. But she was strong, sometimes even competitive. That lead to her wanting to show the others around her that she wasn't going to run at the first sound.
Instead, she took a step forward, the beam of the flashlight illuminating the floor ahead of her. Already her eyes were adjusting to the dim light, and she could see the outline, even some details of objects in the room. The moonlight did a great deal of help to her vision. With her Aunt's un-finished journal in the leather bag at her side, she felt more confident already. With a shaky hand, she raised the flashlight towards the left side of the room, and almost smiled at the sight. A door, a tall wooden door with an intricate tatami-like pattern.
Saiyu began moving towards it, the floor underneath her creaking at every step she made. She was in a hurry to get out of this room. As she was only a few steps away, she slowed down. Would the others be willing to continue deeper into the house? Or did they want to go outside?
With a heart beating so heart, she felt like it would burst, Saiyu turned around, staring at the two in the dim light. Already she could feel pride swelling in her. It was such a tiny act, but she felt a huge accomplishment. She wasn't going to run back to the safety of her home. The small girl was going to go deeper in the old manor, and find herself deeper in the mystery they were already in. Such honor filled her voice, as she spoke with a small, forced smile towards the two...
"Are you coming?" The brown haired girl tilted her head slightly, almost questioning the way her voice sounded. So brave, in such an unlikely situation. It almost frightened her, how she was acting. But she was ready to unravel the mystery of the mansion, and find her Aunt.
But with the doors closed tightly behind her, she was unsure of how she was ever going to get them open. Were they locked? If not, they still looked heavy. And the most important thing...she would look like a coward. Though she really was easily scared, that was only because she was sensitive to all things. It was those penetrable emotions that lead her to being afraid for her life at the smallest noise in the trees, afraid of one person because of the quietest hostile word or movement towards her. But she was strong, sometimes even competitive. That lead to her wanting to show the others around her that she wasn't going to run at the first sound.
Instead, she took a step forward, the beam of the flashlight illuminating the floor ahead of her. Already her eyes were adjusting to the dim light, and she could see the outline, even some details of objects in the room. The moonlight did a great deal of help to her vision. With her Aunt's un-finished journal in the leather bag at her side, she felt more confident already. With a shaky hand, she raised the flashlight towards the left side of the room, and almost smiled at the sight. A door, a tall wooden door with an intricate tatami-like pattern.
Saiyu began moving towards it, the floor underneath her creaking at every step she made. She was in a hurry to get out of this room. As she was only a few steps away, she slowed down. Would the others be willing to continue deeper into the house? Or did they want to go outside?
With a heart beating so heart, she felt like it would burst, Saiyu turned around, staring at the two in the dim light. Already she could feel pride swelling in her. It was such a tiny act, but she felt a huge accomplishment. She wasn't going to run back to the safety of her home. The small girl was going to go deeper in the old manor, and find herself deeper in the mystery they were already in. Such honor filled her voice, as she spoke with a small, forced smile towards the two...
"Are you coming?" The brown haired girl tilted her head slightly, almost questioning the way her voice sounded. So brave, in such an unlikely situation. It almost frightened her, how she was acting. But she was ready to unravel the mystery of the mansion, and find her Aunt.
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Hana addressed the boy with an incredulous stare, dead-eyed, with her lips twisted down in a tight frown. "You would have attempted, key word there, attempted to murder me. I'm no damsel in distress with no means of defense." Her arms crossed over her stomach, crowbar dangling from her grasp in front of her. She felt ridiculously insulted, as if he could have just killed the two of them without any problems simply because he had a sword. Her eyes rolled and she scoffed, turning away from the white-haired child with disbelief. Perhaps she had been silly to suggest there was a gust of wind that suddenly shut the door, but she was not about to roll over and admit that spirits were running about. "All things have a logical explanation. All things. Even if you don't want to see it."
She rolled her eyes again as the boy shouted off into the darkness -- it was pointless to go screaming about as if some sort of force had trapped them in the mansion. She resisted the urge to tell him to be quiet, jaw tightening as she took a deep breath. She had failed to notice the young girl retreat in the direction of a door that Hana had failed to notice. This was unlike her, she was normally very observant. She only noticed the young girl when she called out to them, asking them if they were joining her. Honestly, up until the girl asked, Hana had been contemplating returning to the front door or finding a window to climb out of. This place was obviously falling apart, even if the sword-wielding boy didn't kill them, a collapsing ceiling might. Her eyes wandered back in the direction of the double doors, sighing heavily as she took a step in the direction of the girl, eyes straightening towards the girl's figure. "Yeah, I'm coming." Someone has to be the voice of reason, right?
She rolled her eyes again as the boy shouted off into the darkness -- it was pointless to go screaming about as if some sort of force had trapped them in the mansion. She resisted the urge to tell him to be quiet, jaw tightening as she took a deep breath. She had failed to notice the young girl retreat in the direction of a door that Hana had failed to notice. This was unlike her, she was normally very observant. She only noticed the young girl when she called out to them, asking them if they were joining her. Honestly, up until the girl asked, Hana had been contemplating returning to the front door or finding a window to climb out of. This place was obviously falling apart, even if the sword-wielding boy didn't kill them, a collapsing ceiling might. Her eyes wandered back in the direction of the double doors, sighing heavily as she took a step in the direction of the girl, eyes straightening towards the girl's figure. "Yeah, I'm coming." Someone has to be the voice of reason, right?
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Saiyu's brown eyes wandered down to the girl, catching the sight of the crowbar dangling from her hand. At first, she was almost startled. She hadn't noticed when she pulled that out in front of her. But being near a boy with a sword, she knew that a crowbar was of no threat to her. It actually would be an advantage to have at this time, like if they needed to get through a door that was unable to be opened, or a something was to block their way that they couldn't move.
She raised her free hand, tugging down on the white blouse, pulling it further over her shoulders. Already she could feel a chill run through her body, just from standing still. She felt the needed to do something with her hands. Mostly because she felt nervous and anxious, even a little bit excited. Which was odd. Usually her emotions didn't stir so much, she usually never had these feelings before, probably because...she had never been on an expedition like this. An abandoned mansion, where three people went missing.
With a small step forward, she extended her arm towards the handle of the door. Just by resting her hand on the door, she could tell it was made of a light wood. The front had a sort of tatami mat pattern weaved into it. The door handle was flat, and she was barely able to slip her hand underneath. She gripped onto it firmly, the flashlight beam casting a small circle on the door. With a quick tug, she pull the door to the right, expecting it to take a lot of strength to slide open. Yet it opened with ease, like it was a brand new shoji door. Just as easy as her fusuma doors at home. She was surprised that it was able to open like that.
She was faced with a pale gray wall, which she assumed to have been white before. But of course, the consequence of time had caused the wall paper to rot and the color to fade. It was the end of the hallway she was staring at, with the rest of it continuing down to her right side. Saiyu let go of the door, lowering her flashlight, and taking a step inside the hallway. It was narrow, probably only able to fit two people in it side by side. The corridor was dark, yet as she turned to face the end of the hall, she could see the glint of a dusty mirror at the end. That was when she began to notice the details of the hallway. Her gaze started at the floor. The floorboards were laid at a vertical angle, and over to the right near the wall was a hole in the floor, like someone's foot had fallen through. Saiyu raised her eyes as well as the flashlight beam.
And instantly, her heart seemed to stop. She pressed herself up against the back of the wall, feeling the uneven grime and dirt up against her back. The high ceiling had long wooden beams stretched across, yet that wasn't what frightened her. It was what was hanging from the beams. Long, thin ropes were tied around the beams, and dangled down in the hallway in front of her. They seemed to be swinging side to side just the slightest. The ends were cut off the ends of the ropes before they were able to touch the ground. Being a small girl, the ropes probably reached to Saiyu's waist. There were about 10 ropes in total, all dangling down in the middle and the edges of the hallway. The mirror cast a reflection of everything in the corridor.
Saiyu's breathing was short and shallow, panicked. Why where...ropes hanging from the ceiling? No normal household ever did that. The first thing that came to her mind were people, with ropes tied around their necks, hanging in the hallway...but no. That was impossible. There were no bodies, and no one; no one killed themselves in this place. That would be horrible, the police would have investigated the place long ago if they heard that murders were committed. She lowered her flashlight, letting her arm rest by her side as she tried to calm herself. It was nothing to worry about, probably just some...odd family traditions.
She raised her free hand, tugging down on the white blouse, pulling it further over her shoulders. Already she could feel a chill run through her body, just from standing still. She felt the needed to do something with her hands. Mostly because she felt nervous and anxious, even a little bit excited. Which was odd. Usually her emotions didn't stir so much, she usually never had these feelings before, probably because...she had never been on an expedition like this. An abandoned mansion, where three people went missing.
With a small step forward, she extended her arm towards the handle of the door. Just by resting her hand on the door, she could tell it was made of a light wood. The front had a sort of tatami mat pattern weaved into it. The door handle was flat, and she was barely able to slip her hand underneath. She gripped onto it firmly, the flashlight beam casting a small circle on the door. With a quick tug, she pull the door to the right, expecting it to take a lot of strength to slide open. Yet it opened with ease, like it was a brand new shoji door. Just as easy as her fusuma doors at home. She was surprised that it was able to open like that.
She was faced with a pale gray wall, which she assumed to have been white before. But of course, the consequence of time had caused the wall paper to rot and the color to fade. It was the end of the hallway she was staring at, with the rest of it continuing down to her right side. Saiyu let go of the door, lowering her flashlight, and taking a step inside the hallway. It was narrow, probably only able to fit two people in it side by side. The corridor was dark, yet as she turned to face the end of the hall, she could see the glint of a dusty mirror at the end. That was when she began to notice the details of the hallway. Her gaze started at the floor. The floorboards were laid at a vertical angle, and over to the right near the wall was a hole in the floor, like someone's foot had fallen through. Saiyu raised her eyes as well as the flashlight beam.
And instantly, her heart seemed to stop. She pressed herself up against the back of the wall, feeling the uneven grime and dirt up against her back. The high ceiling had long wooden beams stretched across, yet that wasn't what frightened her. It was what was hanging from the beams. Long, thin ropes were tied around the beams, and dangled down in the hallway in front of her. They seemed to be swinging side to side just the slightest. The ends were cut off the ends of the ropes before they were able to touch the ground. Being a small girl, the ropes probably reached to Saiyu's waist. There were about 10 ropes in total, all dangling down in the middle and the edges of the hallway. The mirror cast a reflection of everything in the corridor.
Saiyu's breathing was short and shallow, panicked. Why where...ropes hanging from the ceiling? No normal household ever did that. The first thing that came to her mind were people, with ropes tied around their necks, hanging in the hallway...but no. That was impossible. There were no bodies, and no one; no one killed themselves in this place. That would be horrible, the police would have investigated the place long ago if they heard that murders were committed. She lowered her flashlight, letting her arm rest by her side as she tried to calm herself. It was nothing to worry about, probably just some...odd family traditions.
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It was only the wind.
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