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Daisy Defoe

"Silence gives thoughts volume."

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a character in “mbuki-mvuki”, as played by Zalgo

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« "Can't talk, writing." »


ImageImage F I R S T .. I M P R E S S I O N
She first struck me as shy upon first seeing her. She is rather short spoken and to the point. Her drive to succeed is quite evident as she tries quite hard in her studies. The fact she's made it this far despite her difficulties with writing is quite impressive. Aside from that note she tends to avoid social interaction when possible, turning herself to her studies whenever she can. Her attitude can seem somewhat cold to the other students because of this.

Overall she seems quite studious. She spends a great deal of time on the computers as the keyboard allows her to write much faster than she could normally.

. . . .. .Image 〉〉 S I X T E E N. . . . . . 〉〉 H E T E R O. . . . . . 〉〉 F E M A L E.

〉〉 F I V E' - Z E R O". . . . . . 〉〉 P H I L O S O P H I C A L. . . . . . 〉〉 "O N O M A T O P H O B I A."

S E C O N D .. I M P R E S S I O N
She is quite a critical young woman. Her attitude is rather dark with a definite sense of sarcasm to her wit. She definitely has a developed vocabulary but tends to speak quite deliberately, thinking about everything she says. Despite this she is quite unused to social situations. Her awkwardness is evident as she fails to respond to things organically, typically reacting visually before answering verbally. When she has a goal she can set her mind to it, pushing forward without much difficulty but when it comes to simply getting along she gets easily flustered.

She can hold her own in regular conversations however but she definitely has a clear comfort zone. She falls apart most when she's forced out of that comfort zone or if others tread over it.

Overall she's got a fairly good head on her shoulders and is quite intelligent but definitely needs to improve upon her social skills.

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A C A D E M I C . H I S T O R Y

Having attended high quality schools at great expense
she is a rather good student who puts good effort into her studies.
While holding an A average she is held back in potential by issues at home.

Has seen consultation in regards to being bullied frequently.
Has shown qualities of early developing depression.

Overall a model student held back
by emotional instability and familial issues.
We hope to see her move ahead in the world.

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C R E D I T S
artist | Unknown
faceclaim | Vivian James

user | Zalgo
designer | angelwolf123

So begins...

Daisy Defoe's Story

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"Don't be afraid to die."

That's what their homeroom teacher said, a week into the school year. The class had written words on little bits of paper, and the stationary crumpled as she spoke. Crumpled into nothing. Gone. Like magic. "As long as we wish it, you cannot leave."

Her eyes raked over her twenty-something students. Swirls of ink appeared on their skin, manifesting as strange symbols on the children's bodies. Good. It seemed the rite was proceeding safely. Not much more time left until the eclipse. She opened her mouth to continue her 'explanation'. A true explanation, of course, would be given to the students who survived.

Martin listened as the teacher spoke calmly of death. Of floating islands and curses and using words to fight said curses. God's Blight, she called it. This had to be a joke. A reality scare cam, or something. Right? Right??

Then the island blocked out the sun, just like she said it would. A shadow fell over the school campus.

'Oh, shit.' He almost puked from the immediate sensation of wrongness. Like reality had just flipped right over on it's fucking head. It was that feeling of stepping through a stair that was never there in the first place, that feeling when his parents told him his aunt had been diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer.

Martin's chest rose and fell, each panicked inhale serving as a cold dose of actuality. Was this even the same classroom?

All the desks, all his classmates still sat in the same spots. But the colors were off. Darker, and smearing at the edges like a still life painted by sad and angry artist. One that didn't like to pay a lot of attention to people. Martin's wide red eyes trailed to Annabelle sitting next to him, and her face was just a little harder to make out than usual. Blurry and pale.

The teacher sighed under her breath, coolly inspecting her nails. "First one is always monsters. No surprise there." She glanced up at the petrified classroom. "What? If you just sit there, you're going to die, you know. They'll be here soon."



That's what their homeroom teacher said, a week into the school year. That's also how Martin found himself sprinting towards the library like the little bitch seventeen year-old he was. Not like he was alone. As soon as she had spoken, basically the entire class made a fucking break for it. Monsters? Monsters!?

'Please be LSD, please be LSD,' he chanted in his mind. Martin ducked into a side hallway, away from the thundering mass of hysterical students. 'Or any hallucinogenic, really, I'm not picky. A bad cocaine trip would be--'

The soles of his school-standard leather oxfords caught on something wet and slippery. The blond teenager's feet skidded on the ground one moment, and in the next he found himself ass-backwards on the hardwood floor. Damn. What a stupid move. Martin pressed his hand to the wall to help haul himself up, shuddering at the distinct sensation of the liquid soaking into his pants.

A coppery, metallic stench filled his nose and mouth. His palms left red smears on the wall and... yeah. Martin looked down. Yeah. It was blood. He just fell in a puddle of blood. Another person's bodily fluids.

There was that urge to throw up, again.

Fucking... fucking gross!! His stomach seized. 'Oh my god.' Martin stiffened, glancing about in disgust before numbly wiping his trembling hands on the front of his shirt. 'So... I hope I'm not going to die today.' His mouth twisted into a tight, panicked sort of smile. Nope. Probably going to die. Whole school was a deathtrap from the very beginning.

Of course, blood must come from somewhere. The source of the ichor, sprawled a few feet away, made Martin's fixated eyes prick with horrified, unshed tears.

No. Oh fuck no.

The dude's face had been cut clean in half.

Sliced horizontally, right at the jaw. Distantly, Martin's ears detected screams of terror echoing down the hallways of the building, but by then his entire body had clamped up. The bodies of animals, smashed to paste, that he'd sometimes glimpsed on the asphalt of the highways did not compare to this.

His spine. You could see it, sticking bone white out of the gory stump of a neck. Worst of all, worst of fucking all, was the tongue. With the upper half of the jaw entirely severed, the whole tongue just flopped limply out of what was left of the corpse's mouth.

The shrieks nearest to Martin escalated into full-blown wailing before snuffing out altogether.

Wait... that wasn't right. He could still hear the screaming, but only faintly. Like someone had clapped hand over the person's mouth, or shoved their face into a pillow. The teenager's mind was silent. Completely devoid of an internal dialogue as his head turned to the right, to look further down the corridor.

It was built like a spider, with fleshy skin and many human arms in the place of arachnid legs. Long fingered hands pressed to the floor, walls, and ceiling to keep the creature suspended in place. More hands, still, pinned a student to the wall. It busily stitched up her lips with a needle and black thread; the girl's eyes were already sewn completely shut.

The giant, sick-looking set of scissors grasped by a set of fingers did not escape Martin's attention.

If the world was now a painting, then the thing had a face like a portrait. It didn't move. Only bored into the young man with penetrating eyes in the way that certain portraits do. Its hands continued to tie off the thread at the girl's mouth almost absently, as an unoccupied arm bent at the elbow. Her muffled cries choked and died down further.

The monster pressed a bony forefinger to its expressionless portrait mouth. 'Shhh.'

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Daisy Defoe


"Write one word. The word should match how you will fight in the upcoming battle. Only one word that you believe you will... need."

That is what their teacher had asked them. There was a piece of paper in front of every one of them. Everyone had picked their word and Daisy had picked hers.

Onomatophobia

Not really taking the request seriously Daisy picked a word which literally meant a fear of words. It was erudite yet contrarian, just the way she liked it. Little did she realize the gravity of her decision was far greater than initially perceived as the papers they wrote upon crumpled up before vanishing on their own accord. It was that which first brought to mind the concern that she might of been way in over her head.

Strange symbols formed on the skins of every student, herself included. She didn't notice of course since she was wearing clothes, obscuring what was going on on her body. She probably wasn't going to notice for a while unless someone pointed it out.


"Don't be afraid to die."

Okay?

"As long as we wish it, you cannot leave."

Okay?

As the teacher described the curse and that they were fight things called Blights with the words they chose Daisy's internal objections grew. Still, the disappearance of the paper they wrote on stuck with her. Her mind was quite open to mystery but she was being dropped in the deep end quite quickly for her liking.

Then the shadow descended. Like a cloak the darkness draped itself across the land, enveloping the school. The feeling swept over her no less than the shadow did, completely filling her with a supernatural dread. The colors seemed less lustrous, the people around her slightly out of focus like objects outside the center of a camera lens. Overall everything amounted to something Daisy would describe as Definitely like Silent Hill.

"First one is always monsters. No surprise there." The teacher seemed rather callous given the topic she spoke of.
"What? If you just sit there, you're going to die, you know. They'll be here soon."


Like so everyone began straight up panicking. While everyone else seemed to flee the classroom Daisy was one of the few who calmly stood up, quite unamused by the teacher's attitude, and walked out from the classroom.

She looked about the hall, everyone else having had a head start on her. The sounds of panic disseminated through the halls. Her tired eyes looked back and forth as she dwelt on what was going on.

"Words to fight the monsters... How the hell is Onomatophobia-" She was quietly talking to herself but was quickly cut off as a strange viscous feeling filled her mouth all of a sudden. She opened her mouth to cough from the sudden surprise of having something in her mouth and instead a black liquid escaped her lips, spilling out onto the front of her uniform and the floor. It looked like ink and while she didn't know what ink tasted like it certainly didn't taste like a carbonated beverage.

She coughed and hacked, the last dredges of the substance leaving her mouth. The amount she seemed to have spat up only amounted to a small puddle around her shoes and a number of ink black stains on her vest. Her eyes were wide with shock at the sudden intrusive element as she struggled to purge every last bit of this unknown fluid from her mouth.


What the hell!? Was the main thought to come across her mind as this happened. At this point the mild phenomena had escalated into a full blown paranormal eruption. She panted, regaining her breath after having it cut off by the sudden conjuring of fluids within her mouth. Bracing herself against the wall as her breath quickened she started coming to terms with what just happened.

I... I spoke the word and it just started coming out. Now with a moment she was able to start thinking. The word... A word is... A series of symbols etched in... In ink. It clicked in her head just what exactly the black substance was. I spoke the word and... It literally left my lips. Dear god what the fuck is happening!?


She had little time to dwell on the word she was given however. Her heart rate spiked as the adrenaline hit her bloodstream. Her eyes were noticeably dilated now as the fear started to sink in. She could fear a pulsating sense of dread coming from the hall to her left, this concern punctuated by a sharp high pitched cry as a female student was grabbed, the voice suddenly snuffed out as though buried. On that note she ran.

Cold sweat beaded down her forehead as she just picked a direction and kept running. On a number of junctions she'd stop briefly, that same creeping dread emanating from one of the halls. This sense of fear she held was unconsciously guiding her away from the dangers, spiking her feeling of danger whenever she was unknowingly going towards these unknown threats. The downside to this was that the fear was also driving her away from other students in possession of words. She was being guided away from words.


Of course she couldn't evade trouble forever. Just as she was nearing the library she felt a tremendous fear ahead of her. She turned to go off in the opposite direction but got a sense of danger from there too. The only other thing in the hall was a door to the janitor's closet.

She rushed inside before anything could see her, not even bothering to turn on the lights. She wanted it to be dark, she needed to hide. There were all sorts of supplies and janitorial tools in this closet as expected. Fumbling in the dark she managed to worm her way behind some boxes on the bottom shelf. She could almost feel their presence drawing near. Whatever it was she was definitely sure it was right outside the door.


Her breath caught in her chest for that very moment when the door handle turned.

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        Christopher curled his fingers experimentally against his palms, nails digging into the word 'KILL' emblazoned into his flesh. This was all a joke in bad taste, all of it. Stupid Magic, stupid school. He just came here because it'd be easier for the future, not to get caught up in some Harry Potter hunger games esque plot. He was already regretting the decision he made of joining this curriculum in the first place.

        Like so many others Aaron had run out of the classroom in record time, not wanting to ignore the teacher’s warning. Silently however he laughed, not quite understanding the situation he was in. Maybe it was an initiation of some sorts — to weed out the unworthy.

        If he could convince himself of that fact then perhaps the sight of his classmates dead bodies lying limp on the floor would disturb his less. He sorely doubted it however.

        Christopher took a quiet moment to contemplate his life choices. Well this school was definitely illegal. Then again he should've realized that when the school was under a floating island no one else can see. Wonderful, Christopher. You have just dug yourself the perfect grave. As if the word kill wasn't already scaring people away from you, now it has been upgraded to a power he doesn't even know. Well, if it's any consolation people wouldn't want to mess with someone with 'kill' across their palm in bold capital letters. Screams came to his ears, piercing and loud, breaking him away from his internal complaints. Well, Guess where the goddamned Monster is. Resolutely, Christopher ran to the opposite direction where the sight of Aaron looking down at his hand greeted him.

        Aaron looked up from where his hand began to throb, the inky lettering of the word ‘impenitent’ standing stark against his skin.

        “W-what the hell do we do now?” Aaron asked shakily, his composure long gone. In the face of life or death niceties were pointless.

        Christopher stared at him in mild disbelief. What was he, a character in a slasher movie? If they run and he falls down halfway by tripping over something that wasn't there it wouldn't be Christopher’s responsibility. He was having a Long day. He came to this school, got the word kill over his palm, and now a Monster was chasing them and dead bodies littered the hall. Literally nothing can faze him now.

        “What do we do now? What do you think? We either run, or fight. How good are you with trying to beat down a bloody Monster?”

        Aaron looked at him in disbelief, “Probably better than you.” He admitted, anger was probably not the best emotion to be feeling toward the only alive person he’s seen since . . . well homeroom, but the child was so impertinent. “Have you actually seen what’s been killing everyone?”
        It was a fair question, he hadn’t seen the creature in action -- only the bodies that followed in it’s wake.

        “Well, no. Do I want to? Also no. I've seen what it does, that's enough for me to get the hell away.”

        Aaron stopped fuming for a second and sighed. The child was right, they needed to get away. Without another word Aaron began to run once more, eyes searching for a place to hide because like Hell would he fight the creature. He stood no chance as it was.

        Christopher ran after him, trying his best to keep up with Aaron’s strides. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a janitor’s closet, immediately shoving Aaron toward it with all his remaining breath, hoping his roommate would catch the cue and use that to hide. Turning the doorknob, he nearly flung it open to see a small girl huddled there and let out a groan of dismay.

        “Dammit. It was taken.”

        Sighing, Aaron was about to silently slink out, but the sudden appearance of a black blur behind Christopher made him move twice as fast. He grabbed the shorter male by the abdomen - slamming him to the ground and effectively pushing him out of the creatures scissor-like grasp.

        “We found it,” Aaron said, not quite sure if it was appropriate to say or not.

        Christopher was tempted to say ‘no shit, Sherlock’, but decided to keep his mouth shut for the fact that Aaron just saved his life. Now he owed that guy a favor, just great. “Yeah, we did.” He said instead, golden eyes locked with a horrid fascination on the monster before them. It looked straight out of a movie, and if Christopher was in any less danger of dean right now he might have appreciated the design, but his mind was whirling with the smell of blood and adrenaline.

        The Monster was right in front of them, Christopher was still too shocked to run and he was in no mood to show his back to the creature brandishing a pair of silver scissors. There seemed to be only one thing to do, apparently.

        “How should we kill it?”

        Just as the words left his mouth, Christopher jolted as a red hot pain started in his hand and spread slowly up his body. What was going on now? Gasping softly, he got up, flexing his body. Without thinking, Christopher launched himself at the Monster, twisting his body just enough to dodge the scissors that missed his body by an inch.

        Grabbing one of the creature’s arms that were cornering him, Christopher broke it with a sharp snap.

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“Don’t be afraid to die…?” The upbeat, bubbly strongwoman that was Lily seemed weirdly puzzled by the phrase. She would have burst out laughing at what may have been a silly joke, if not for the paper she had just written in crumpled into a smaller and smaller ball, only to vanish from the naked eye.

Nausea suddenly washed over her. Lily flinched as her muscles seized as if bracing for some kind of impact. She had never felt nausea before; she had a particularly strong stomach. This sudden, unfamiliar feeling was more than unfamiliar. It was unnatural.

As soon as she felt herself again, the uneasy feeling was all that remained. The teacher talked of “If you stay, you will die,” Lily was not exactly in the mindset to practice healthy skepticism. If this was anything like that shitty Titanic soap opera, then a strong, beautiful woman like herself would no-doubt get targeted rather quickly.

She then spotted Martin among the first students to run out on his own. Monsters… she pondered the word. Would they attack Martin? Would they overpower him?

Lily stood to her feet and stepped briskly toward the door. She lost Martin almost immediately, as the hallways suddenly seemed utterly alien. She swiftly, yet cautiously moved up and down corridors, only to suddenly hear the shrill shrieks of the damned, silenced or muffled… but eventually silenced.

Her strong stomach was getting one hell of a challenge at this point… All of a sudden, a bathroom door opened. It was being pushed open by the weight of an arm, smooth and youthful, but limp. It didn’t register to Lily for a second that the arm was not functioning anymore.

This was probably because of the… thing… that stepped out of the bathroom. Like a spider, it walked along legs with spindly hands on every end. One hand held a pair of scissors. Dark red liquid dripped gruesomely from the weapon it was carrying.

Lily hiccupped, and the creature fixed it’s eyes on her. With a rapid pitter-patter, it closed the distance and planted hands all around the walls and ceiling to stabilize itself. With other hands, it gripped at Lily’s legs and neck.

Lily’s adrenaline spiked, and her eyes popped wide as she began to register the outright perverted nature of this creature. It's fast! I gotta beat it's speed! Without even thinking, her still-free right hand clenched into a fist, and she swung it forward to try to get the creature off of her.

It was like a sonic boom, the sound that reverberated throughout the school. Before she could even register the movement, her fist was already out forward, and the creature’s head had splattered against the wall. The sheer force of the punch had ripped the creature’s head from it’s limbs, which hung for a second, and then flopped perfectly vertically. Some of the hands that did not have a strong death grip simply let go, and the disgusting, skinny arms dropped to the floor with a splat.

Lily’s entire right arm was burning in pain. Not just her arm, but her right shoulder muscled had seized in pain, filling her with an unsurmountable agony. Her eyes closed shut, and tears began to well up immediately.

The sonic boom was byfar the loudest sound to have emitted throughout the school, and the source was barely registering coherent thought beneath the searing pain.

KIRBY


Like Lily, Kirby felt that wash of nausea, only instead of his muscles seizing, his head spiked in pain. His mind began to race as he dropped to the floor. Through tear-blurred eyes, he saw Daisy- who had been sitting two seats ahead of him- began to head out of the door, along with many others.

“wai-“ Kirby wheezed, only to be interrupted by a shriek coming from the next classroom. The shock made him forget the pain, and Kirby scrambled to his feet.

Between the distant screaming and the rumble of many feet tearing down the hallways, Kirby imagined that no one would really hear his relatively calm and chill voice. He needed to meet up with Daisy, or at least anyone who was part of his class.

He stepped outside, and followed the first student he could get his eyes on. The other student rounded many corners, and a few seconds later, so did he. There's too many unknown variables, he grimaced, I need intel... I need knowledge. What the hell's happening here?

Eventually, he was close to what he remembered was the Library. He knew it was the library because… glowing yellow words told him it was. Kirby slowed to a stop outside of a door he had spotted and moved towards. He was puzzled by this strange sight, floating letters and symbols that he recognized immediately. If he had been paying attention, he’d have noticed the symbols appeared four seconds after he first sighted the door.

“Come on, we gotta get to the library!” a distant student called to another as they ran across the hallway… in the opposite direction of the library.

“But-“ Too late, they were gone. Kirby glanced behind him to find he was in an empty hallway. He flinched as a loud bang reverberated throughout the corridors… What was that, a sonic boom? Indoors?

Kirby noted the source of the sound. It was actually rather close by. He jogged cautiously closer, and found Lily. She was a well of tears as she grasped at her right arm. In front of her, splattered against the wall, was the twisted remains of some kind of face. As he did, he suddenly saw a word appear on the thing’s twisted forehead. A single word, “Quiet”.

His mind then started flooding with information he had never read before. Within seconds, the twisted, unfamiliar thing that lay before Kirby was all of a sudden like common knowledge.

“Here, I gotcha,” Kirby wrapped Lily’s right arm over his shoulder and lifted her up. This proved a difficult process, as Kirby was not exactly fit. However, he managed to wrap his arm under Lily’s left and got her back on her feet. “Can you hear me?” Kirby whispered as he suspiciously eyed the remains. It was then that he noticed the arm laying limp, holding the nearby bathroom door open.

He began to move towards the arm, but Lily’s left hand slapped hard against Kirby’s skinny chest. “No,” she spoke weakly as she winced, “Got to… keep moving…”

But… they need to find people… who haven’t fallen victim to these… Kirby’s sudden burst in knowledge began to sink in. The owner of the arm was gone, and that sonic boom… It had to have been from Lily. That meant…

Kirby nodded, adjusted his grip, and began to move at a walking pace down the hallway. Lily eventually found enough strength to get her legs moving to help. At the very least, they needed to get away from that bathroom… now.

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It opened to reveal not a monster but a mere student. Still the feeling did not subside, in fact the dread only intensified as the boy drew closer. It illustrated a notable flaw in her ability thus far.

She crawled from her hiding space and pressed on past the door, much against what the feeling in her chest was warning her from. Once in the hall she could see two things she wasn't supposed to be afraid of and one thing she definitely was. What caught her attention more however were the words now hovering over the two boy's heads. This caught her attention as immediately upon seeing the words ink started running freely from her mouth.

It was pouring far more intensely this time around, pushing out a greater volume than before. Like a broken faucet it just kept coming and coming keeping Daisy hunched forward so it doesn't run down onto her clothes. Any blood that was on the ground was pushed out by the flow of ink, it's pool expanding down the hall as it had already filled out it's width. She was unable to react appropriately when the boy who was no taller than herself assaulted the creature, breaking one of it's arms.


It wasn't long but it felt like forever. It was still a strange feeling, having something appearing in her own mouth. Given how much volume it produced all at once she had inevitably swallowed some, making her feel somewhat ill at the feeling. She felt like a mess and assumed she must of looked like such too. The ink had stained the ends of her hair which had fallen in the way during the ink's manifestation. Portions of her clothes also had spots of ink staining them.

She looked up after her power had finished laying the foundation, looking at the two and the creature they fought. There were voices elsewhere, multiple ones and all drawing closer it seemed. This was all much too overwhelming for her as her fear of words screamed ever louder in her heart and at her mind. With that she turned and fled, putting the monster and the two who were fighting it behind her.


With her fears at her back she made her way towards the library. Coming to a slow before eventually stopping she arrived at the doors to the library. She could feel a sense of dread emanating from within. Despite this feeling she knew there was little help to be had from running when both student and monster radiated the same fear. Given the attrition rate it was likely there were more monsters than students left anyways.

There were no good answers left. Whatever it was inside the library she was reluctantly consigned to dealing with it once inside. Adrenaline mingled with her very blood and her heart was beating like a rabbit's but she swallowed her fears and set her hand on the door knob. With a twist she opened the doors to reveal...

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Fwap. Frap. The steady, rhythmic beat of the paper bag inflating and deflating was mildly comforting, but also terrifying as it filtered throughout the cafeteria. Long ago had the screams and sounds of panic died down, limited now to the controlled noises of combat, pain, and occasionally, collateral damage. The scores of students had been considerably thinned by now, leaving the halls filled with nothing but eerie silence, and the stench of death. It was in this desolation wasteland, that Elle found herself venturing into once more.

Fwap. Frap. By now, she’d gotten most all her composure back, her breathing returned to normal. Still, she was holding onto the bag for comfort, as it seemed to be the only friend she had in these lonely hallways. At least inside the smell wasn’t so bad. Slowly, cautiously, Elle worked her way around the pools of blood and other organs, doing her best not to step in anything untoward. Tentatively, she’d poke her head around corners, scouting for danger, and yet, each time there was nothing. Slowly but steadily, she was making her way higher and closer to the school library, noting any loud sources of noise that she heard and making the distinct choice not to head towards them. From what she could briefly gather, the creatures didn’t seem too fond of sound.

One of the loud noises that she heard was something she wasn’t quite familiar with. It rattled her brain a little, kind of like a shriek. It was certainly caused a little ringing, but thankfully, it was in the opposite direction of where she was heading. No doubt where most of the creatures would be going too. Cautiously advancing, she realised her safest bet would be to head up a floor to avoid any of the monsters heading to the scream from the floor they were on, then get near the staircase over the library side of the school. At least that was she’d be able to pass by the roof as well, and see if there was anyone else there.

As Elle made her way up the stairs, she immediately came to notice a precarious predicament. Three of the things were slowly creeping down the hall, getting closer and closer to the nook that she’d caught sight of Lily and Kirby ducking into. Lily seemed to be injured, and at this rate, the two would be discovered once those things got close enough. Grimacing, Elle continued to watch silently, too scared and too cowardly to do anything to help the duo. Slowly but surely, she managed to get her feet to work, and the girl inched her way to the next corridor, remaining out of the creatures sight. All the while, guilt wracked every fibre of her being as she did nothing to help two of the only people that had been nice to her. The voice in her head laughed at her, scoffed at her craven nature. She was worthless. So worthless in fact, that she couldn’t sacrifice her useless hide to save those who actually mattered. Pathetic.

Mad at herself, Elle clenched her fists tightly. Crackle. Instantly, the three turned to look at the source of noise slipping down the corridor, Elle having crumpled the paper bag she’d been absentmindedly holding on to. Turning white with fear as the creatures rapidly began closing in on her, she turned and fled, sprinting as hard as she could, unintentionally luring them away from Kirby and Lily. The sound of her feet beating hard and fast on the ground flooded her ears, along with the rapid pounding of her heart. Only this time, she wasn’t getting away. In fact, the creatures were rapidly gaining on her. “No, stay away!” Elle squealed out in fear, which did nothing to help the situation. In fact, it only seemed to spur them on faster. Come on, think you idiot! Why was that other one so easy to run away from? Was it adrenaline that made your legs move so fast? In her panicked and terrified state, it was safe to say that Elle wasn’t thinking rationally. Finally however, she managed to briefly pass her mind over that one thought that could save her. Just how was it that she seemed to almost take flight?

Just as one of the creatures snatched at her leg, she was off. A blur of speed, Elle’s feet barely touched the ground as she ran, streaking down through the halls in a seamless glide. In no time at all, she found herself rapidly approaching the library. Way too fast! She’d been so focused on running away; she had no idea how to stop! Placing her legs out in front of her, it did little to stop the massive skid she made across the tiles, yelping out as she fell forward. Poor little Daisy didn’t stand a chance of avoiding the bowling ball that was Elle, and any hesitation she had opening up the library would be ruined as she tackled the two of them straight through the door and sprawling hard onto the ground.

Groaning, Elle weakly tried to push herself to stand up, inadvertently shoving Daisy’s face to the floorboards. “S-sorry… I didn’t…-” Another girly shriek as she realised that she was sitting on top of Daisy. With a near instant jump, she climbed to her feet, backing up and, after a quick glance down the corridor for anyone or anything else, shut the door behind her. “Daisy!” she exclaimed in a hushed whisper, but with quite the urgency. “Are you alright?” At that point, Elle noticed that her breathing was getting out of control again as her anxiety skyrocketed. Embarrassing as it was, she shoved her face into the paper bag. Fwapfrapfwapfrap-fwap-frap fwap frap. Fwap. Frap.

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‘I feel so sick, I feel so sick!’ With one arm gripped by Annabelle, Martin’s free hand remained plastered over his own mouth. That kid… that guy was dead. Totally dead. That girl was too, and that other guy right along with her…. Every blood splatter, every severed bone stood out in grotesque, adrenaline-fueled detail.

The blond boy’s hoarse whisper was barely audible. “Annabelle… your leg.” Of course, she wasn’t the only one covered in gore by this point. Martin’s own pants and shirt, soaked in red, continued to cling wetly to his body. His whisper dropped down to a trembling murmur. “Try to be, uhm, quiet. I think they’re attracted to sound.”

“I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt too bad. I should just put some pressure on it to stop bleeding.” She whispered as Martin said to, “I’m so glad you are okay…” Annabelle continued to pull him as they ran, or limped in her case. Her gaze traveled over to Natasha to make sure she was keeping up. They had to get somewhere safe to wait out the attack. As well as to treat the gash in her leg. 'Oh god I hope it doesn’t get infected. That kid could have had diseases…' She was nearing a panic attack. Her eyes focused on the doors to the library as they were getting closer. Addressing both of her friends she whispered again, “We can barricade the doors of the library… probably.”

The group entered the library doors, attempting to quietly maneuver a table to block the door from anyone getting in. Annabelle pushed with all her might, despite being in immense pain while doing so.

Just as Daisy opened the door to the library she gave a short and sudden yell of surprise as an object bowled right into her, a person given the voice and general shape. The two fell through and into the room, Daisy herself colliding into a table covered in books as she fell. She landed on her face, a book falling and landing right on the back of her head. It was a hardcover book too, one of the big ones.

She groaned with pain, several parts of her head hurting from the multiple collisions and landing. Her breathing was labored since someone was laying on her back. Struggling to lift herself from underneath Daisy lifted her face which had been previously pressed flat against the floor only to have her face pressed back down again as the girl on her used her as a means of lifting herself.

Once again Daisy peeled herself from the floor, still lifting herself before she was given a short jolt by Elle’s surprised shriek. She could tell it was Elle at this point, both by seeing her and by recognition of her voice. She managed to sit up, resting her back against a chair while she returned an irritated frown back at Elle. She held her aching head in her hands, closing her eyes while trying to shut out the pain along with the ever growing sense of dread building in her heart as Elle inquired into her state of health before slipping into a panic attack.

“I don’t even know anymore.” Daisy answered curtly, eyebrows knit with her eyes still closed as she massaged her temples. It truly was impossible to tell if she was alright in either sense of the meaning, at least right now.

Anna was glad to see another two familiar faces safe and sound. However, the girls were now in the way of the door. She limped over and grabbed the two girls gently by the arms, moving them away from the door, “Sorry guys, we gotta close up this library before those creatures come back.” She then closed the doors and ushered for Natasha and Martin to continue pushing the table. Tears were now filling her eyes as her body wasn’t suppressing the pain anymore.

She took a seat, leaning up against a wall. Her hands were now pushing on the wound trying to place pressure to stop the bleeding. She knew she hadn’t hit any major arteries, but she was really starting to get light-headed. All color left her face as looking at the wound made her want to throw up.

Honestly, Natasha just wanted everyone to shut the fuck up. If it wasn’t for the fact now there was noise - a shriek to be fucking precise - then it was because Anna was injured and therefore useless, and they got stuck with a baby and a girl who was just rubbing her temples rather than helping. This left Martin and an angry Natasha at the fact they had a heightened sense of peril, now that something was bound to have heard everything. Doors wouldn’t do anything - tables wouldn’t fucking do anything.

This wasn’t a matter of fear - this was Natasha using her fucking brain and trying to figure out how to solve a situation that was getting progressively worse with the more people they found. Great. If push came to shove, you could bet Natasha was going to sacrifice one of the girls. “We need to leave - they probably already know we’re fucking here thanks to someone.” Someone completely useless.

“Find another exit - a vent, something. One of you two goddamn idiots.” Who even were they? Goddamn Annabelle’s kindness. Goddamn her risking their lives for this shit. Now Natasha could only hope barricading the door was going to give them some sort of time - maybe kill them a few moments as they tried to find another way out. The only way to tell she was actually angry, however, was the fact Natasha was swearing. Other than that, her voice was void of any emotion, just like her expressions.

Daisy was simply minding her own headache when someone took her arm. Her own heart was racing and she nearly jumped at the touch, the effect of the Onomatophobia’s warning. Her eyes shot open and she looked up only to see Annabelle’s friendly albeit somewhat paler face. Daisy simply took a deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth. It’s just Anna, no need to be scared. She focused her thoughts, turning her attention away from the skin tingling dread permeating the room around her.

Rather than be drug about like a doll Daisy stood up on her own. She looked down and spied Anna’s leg injury. She had a nasty cut on her leg and either it was bleeding real bad or she had jumped in a puddle of blood on the way here. Seeing as Anna was injured she assisted in urging Elle aside from the door. Despite this Daisy had not forgotten the presence of the other two in the room. How could she when their very presence runs shivers down her spine?

She heard Natasha out as she suggested they find another exit, cursing and berating them in the process. Daisy was in no mood to smile but she wasn’t all too happy with Natasha’s sharp tongue. Rather than scold her for her needless hostility however she turned to look for a way out. Daisy knew the area well enough so there were already a few ideas as to where to go for an exit in her head.

She started moving towards the window out by the back of the room. “We could… Leave…” She was about to speak further on the window but that same feeling of dread was emanating from the area beyond. She was worried but also curious, her voice caught in her voice with apprehension as she approached to see what lurked outside.

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Three hands slapped against the window pane, the face of the creature shooting up into view. Daisy was paralyzed with fear as she looked on into it’s fixated gaze. Before this point she had only seen glimpses of the monstrosities which have been the source of all this death and dismay. Time felt to have slowed to a crawl at that instant where they locked eyes. A hundred days locked in one second.

But no longer. With a short cry of surprise Daisy leapt back, avoiding the large shears which smashed through the window. Glass flew in a wide arc into the room and the large cutting tool snapped shut with a loud Schink!

They stopped well short of her luckily as the beast had yet to pass into the room through the broken window. Several more hands gripped the sill of the window, blood running from it’s palms as the broken glass remaining cut into it’s flesh. It cared little however as it had only one thought in mind, the fresh kill of it’s prey. It pulled itself inside on punctured palms as Daisy circled around the table, picking up a large book reflexively. It was little defense and hardly a weapon but at this point anything was more suitable than her bare hands. Not that she had any plans to stand and fight it, the book was just to make her feel slightly safer. Just slightly.

Annabelle scrambled away from her seated spot as glass crashed all around her. She crawled behind a book shelf, keeping in a squeal as the wound was being stretched from moving her thigh. She couldn't run. Anna hid and hoped that it wouldn't find her. 'I have to cover this would... I don't have any bandage... It's gonna need stitches oh god.' As a last resort to save any more blood from oozing out of her body, she pulled off her shirt. She wasn't technically naked, as a bra provided as much protection as a bathing suit. She tightly wrapped the white collared shirt around her thigh, making sure it was as snug as possible. 'I'm going to die, I'm going to die. What did I do wrong... Natasha... Martin... I am going to miss you both...' Tears streamed down her face as she awaited for the monster to come from behind the shelf and take her life.

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It happened in an instant. As he stood there in the crossroads, the world only cared enough to wait for him for only a few split moments before the world slammed him back to reality. Once again foregoing a decision he heard several sounds of screams, crashing doors and any other startling sounds echoed through the halls. What he did notice now was the sound of actual combat, the students that had enough sense to harness their powers and fight back for their survival. Smart. Lenox turned to the direction he was sure he saw Natasha go and cursed going after her. <Tch. This is one of those dumb moves, I'm probably gonna end up dead because of this.>

He followed and realized that the girl had lead herself into the library. Looking at the front door suspiciously, he looked around seeing that the coast was clear but he heard a few shouts from the inside of the library. If he could hear them from outside the door, then likely the creatures could hear too. <So she's not alone... That could be a good thing. If they were quieter.> Pushing on the doors gently, he found them to be barricaded but didn't press very hard. He'd have to go around. Lenox made his way quickly, finding the place between walking and jogging to find the other exit to the room.

Turning around a corridor, Lenox ran smack into a fight taking place in the school hall. 3 students were battling 2 of the monsters, using their powers with varying success but they were holding their own. "Tch... Shit." Lenox had to sprint forward directly through the fight, getting cursed at by the fellow students for not helping and avoid the monsters as well slashing at him with their claws and scissors. He felt a streak of heat move over his left arm as he ran, pushing on to where he needed to go. <Not my fight. Gotta move on.> Moving past the fight, he tried to control his breathing and how much noise he was making in general. The sound of crashing glass turned him towards a door where more sounds were heard. Something ignited in Lenox to move and he dashed forward towards the door, almost kicking it open. At the last second he had managed to control himself and slowly pry open the door to peak inside, finding this was indeed the library. Lenox let himself in, hearing and feeling the panic of the room. Turning around a book case he found Annabelle lying on the floor. His eyes widened seeing her there, shirtless but more importantly blood was trailing from her body.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Lenox spotted those glowing orbs again begging him to grab one of them. Now mostly out of frustration and a need to try and communicate wordlessly Lenox reached out and grasped the pulsing yellow orb to his right. Once grabbed his mind surged with a stinging pain then sudden clarity as if a gust of wind had blown through his mind. He looked to Annabelle and projected his mind to speak with her telepathically. <Anna. Stay calm, I'm right behind you.> He thought he was speaking, but the girl would hear his voice loud and clear within her mind. It would feel as if a small hand had gently grabbed the back of her mind, allowing her to hear his thoughts. The male would rush over and kneel door peering through the books to assess the situation. <Idiots. You never corner yourself. Hold tight.> Wordlessly, Lenox pivoted and hefted Annabelle into his arms and moved back towards the entrance he came through. <I'm not going to leave you here, stay quiet and hide behind this table.> Lenox would tip over a table beside the doorway to give her some cover.

After setting her put, Lenox would dash away to another book shelf and saw Natasha as well as Martin and another girl he didn't recognize (Daisy). His mind reached out to Natasha spekaing telepathically without even knowing it. Anna would feel that small hand grasping her mind let go and transferred to the silver haired girl. <There's another way out, we have to go. Follow me.> Lenox had no interest of fighting, but he knew there was no way this thing wouldn't follow somebody. Hopefully some misdirection would help. Running to the opposite end of the the same book shelf, Lenox rounded a corner and threw a book towards the monster not even looking to see if he hit. The book collided with the monster's shoulder, ricocheting up to hit it's neck drawing it's attention away for a brief moment. Once that happened Lenox grunted and slammed into the shelf to knock it over entirely, if anything to completely distract the monster and give everyone else a window. He stepped off, before he stumbled hearing a sharp ring in his ears and blurring vision. He ignored it and made his way back towards Annabelle and knelt down to pick her up. "You're not gonna die today." He physically spoke to her in a hushed tone. Glancing back he mentally urged Natasha to follow, thinking he was shouting at her but the girl would only hear his words mentally berating her. <Hurry up!>

Lenox would peek outside, knowing enough to not just run out into the open. When he noticed it was clear, he moved forward waiting for the others to leave and shut the door behind him. Whoever was out in the hall with him, Lenox would make the point to place his finger to his mouth in a 'sshh' gesture and turned to lead the way. He crept down the hall and peeked around a corner before moving into it, setting Annabelle down to take off his shirt and put it over her. His eyes darted around in a nervous yet focused fashion, but his face was rather stoic and devoid of utter fear. In all actuality, it was the fear itself that fueled him to behave so boldly. Lenox looked back to his new group of people, seeing who was still tagging along. "If we stay quiet and think smart, we'll make it through this. Now come on." His voice was hushed and purposeful, as he knelt beside his injured friend. There was no time to dwell on things, he had a life to live.

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Martin recognized that face. Lenox. Annabelle’s friend. The guy was a blur, knocking over bookshelves and disorienting that thing in near silence. The monster wasn’t the only one to be disoriented.

A blink, and Lenox was gone.

He must have taken Annabelle and maybe Natasha with him, because Martin was all at once left alone with a scrawny ginger girl from his class. ’Is this what a side character in a horror movie feels like? Tossed aside before they like, die?’ Oh, hilarious. What a great fucking time for jokes.

The creature with the painted face scrabbled at the library carpet, a third of its body pinned underneath the fallen bookshelf. Three pairs of arms unfolded from its form, and wedged themselves underneath the wood to begin pushing the piece of furniture off of itself.

’It’s still between us and the exit, just wonderful.’ Martin’s legs still felt like jelly, and his fingers trembled as they reached to wrap around his classmate’s wrist. She was tiny; he couldn’t just leave her here. Shit. Red eyes flickered over to give the girl a meaningful (and likely terrified) look. Martin began backpedaling as quickly and quietly as possible.

Daisy looked at Martin then back at the creature. It was pinned but they were two people down and lacking exits not barred by the strange monstrosity. Her heart was pounding and cold sweat ran down her brow as the next moments mostly came at her in a blur. It was largely the fear acting but rather than let Martin take the lead she yanked her hand away and charged the pinned beast, book held high.

She might of been short but she wasn’t weak. Not really buff for sure, especially in comparison to some of the girls in class but she still exercised regularly. With her teeth grit she growled loudly and thrust the book at the creature. If there was any opportunity to try and do what she had in mind, this was it.

As she forced the book at it the creature snapped with it’s scissors, trying to cut through the book and into her hands. It succeeded only in cutting part way into the book before the scissors jammed. Like anyone who’s tried to cut an entire book in half can attest to a thick book is far from easy to slice in one go. This book was no exception, only cutting through partly before the scissors could close no longer.

She wasn’t finished though. In her hands she had grabbed a fallen pencil, many of which now littered the floor given the number of desks overturned. Daisy gripped the pencil tightly, the point facing down away from her thumb.

The important thing was that most of the hands were busy lifting the bookshelf off itself. She wouldn’t of been able to do this otherwise. Staying out of the way of the hands that were still free she drove the pencil down into the hand that was clutching it’s scissors. She stabbed wildly and with little composure, gouging at the two hands before it released the scissors in pain.

In her panicked frenzy she picked up the scissors and ran. If she had to fight this thing she was damned if she was going to be the one without the scissors.

By this time Martin had already climbed on top of the fallen bookshelf, and was in the process of jumping and smashing down on the wood with all of his weight. ’She’s running!?’ Martin’s head whipped around to follow her departure. Before his eyes, he watched his chances of surviving the encounter plummet. He could scarcely hear the terrible crunching of limbs beneath his feet past the sudden ringing that now filled his ears.

The young man’s determined scowl transformed into something uglier. “Fucking… help me kill this thing! You…!” Coward. Crazy girl who stabs monsters with pencils.

Reality rippled for the second time that day. Along with it came that same organ-churning wave of nausea and dizziness.

Martin wobbled from atop his perch. The bookshelf, which had been crushing the monster, crashed a few feet through the air onto the carpet. Bang! The blonde stumbled off, bumping into a table. That monster. That thing, it was just… gone.

With Martin’s words Daisy had turned only in time to feel the initial feeling of shifting into another world. The creature had vanished before her very eyes, leaving her hands empty and the one they called Martin crashed against a table. She was at a loss for words, simply backing out of the room and looking over to see if the others were okay too.




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The cursed island passed over head, stray slivers of sunlight slipping down in its wake. Class 2A, being farthest from the epicenter of the Blight, was easily the classroom with the highest survival rate. In most other cases, those students who couldn't come to grips with their 'words' were slaughtered. Check out the IC chat to experience the evening after.

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ImagexxxxxxImage- 322 original students
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RIP Jasper and Winter.

The two of you probably died horribly.


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They all knew it was going to happen.

Some sat ramrod straight at their desks, others pressed their faces into the windows in anticipation. The teacher of class 2A, of course, supervised the students with a face of stone. Everyone watched on as the floating island ate up the sun, plunging the cursed grounds into darkness.

Pitch black darkness, actually.

Threads of reality bent and snapped around the word-bearing individuals. The floor dropped out from under their feet, all sound and sensation stripped from the students' eyes and skin. That gut-twisting sickness returned. Martin hadn't felt that deep sense of wrongness since the first Blight.

When his sight returned, the blond found himself in an... arena? It was small, about the size of a room. Stone piled around outside of the clearing, higher than he could see. It was he was in the bottom of some deep feeding pit. But, if this was a feeding pit... then what was being fed?

Martin's head ached and throbbed, his arms and shoulders itching and burning. Damnit. He looked up, finally noticing that he was not, in fact, alone. Two other students from his class stood with him in the stone clearing.



T H E.. S C E N E

There is an unreadable symbol on the floor of the stone clearing.

Three circular stone platforms, a decent distance from one another, all have symbols written on them as well. These symbols are readable. Two of the platforms read 'WITNESS', and the last reads 'MURDERER'. These stones are weighted. If someone stands on one, it will sink to the floor level.

An abstract tattoo can be found across the arms and shoulders of each student. If all three students in a group were to hold hands, the tattoo would form a complete centipede. As time passes, segments of the centipede tattoo will disappear from their skin. Blown up, enlarged versions of the vanished centipede segments will appear carved in the stone around them.

For the purposes of the Blight, the pit-like clearing is inescapable.

If you don't recognize the name of a character in your group, then they are a student from another classroom. Their character sheets are pending and I will be accepting them shortly.

Since this is a team based Blight, it will be easier to write replies if you collab with the RPers you got paired up with. This is also a puzzle oriented Blight. Even if the solution is obvious to you OOC, the characters still must work together to come to an answer on their own.


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Her face was like stone. Not just the teacher’s but Daisy’s own face as well. She had been preparing for this day. It was soon time to withstand the upcoming blight.

A darkness swallowed the land. The world went black, leaving Daisy to close her eyes and concentrate in case this effect was danger brought upon them by the blight. She felt torn from the world and for that longest moment, she held her breath. The alien sensation gave way as she felt everything return, the senses picking up new stimuli.

When she opened her eyes she saw she was now in an arena. The walls were stones piled high up and above was the sky. In the arena in a triangular arrangement were three circular stone daises, each with a word. She could see two of them read WITNESS and one read MURDERER

Along with that, there were two others. One was a classmate she recognized but never really spoke to and the other was a student from another class. Both of them were significantly taller than her. Already she was unpleased with the conditions of this blight as she was isolated with these two by all appearances.

Just as she looked to her wrist, considering the possibility of conjuring up a Fear-Born to assist her in this challenge she spotted a tattoo which seemed to run up her arm. ’Yet another tattoo issued to me without consent.’ Her mind rode a depressing train of thought. She was starting to wonder if there was any part of her skin which was going to go unmarked when the year was over.

It was a brief distraction, however. Her mind turned towards the facts currently presented. Three daises, each with a word. Immediately she began to wonder if they were all selected to stand on a dais and the puzzle was to solve the answer of who belonged to which. She thought deeply about this, not yet even speaking a word as she simply stood and turned her attention inward.

Xinyi already felt herself growing tired of the nausea and general sense of dread that came with the beginning of every Blight. Despite having expected more monsters they’d have to fight, she was presented with something entirely different. It was almost a puzzle of some sorts, and considering the fact that this was a Blight, the punishment for not solving the puzzle in a certain time-span or for solving it incorrectly was sure death.

“Maybe we have to stand on them in a certain order?” She thought aloud, fixated on the puzzle and paying no mind to the two other people in the room. It was then that she took note of the other symbol that was etched into the floor, illegible even when Xinyi bent down to look at it from all different angles.

Drake, on the other hand, ditched homeroom as he didn’t expect a teacher to be there waiting for his class. With sudden darkness engulfing his bedroom, Drake was pulled into the pit that the other two girls resided in. This was definitely new. With the information he beat out of his teacher, he wasn’t all that startled when being suddenly transported. He was expecting the possibility of such a thing, though it still threw him off.

He quickly examined the surroundings. To his left was what looked to be a ten-year-old girl with ginger locks, and on his right was a total babe. She had curves in all the right places, though her hair was a bit bright for Drake’s taste. Nonetheless, he felt blessed to be stuck in a pit with such a work of art.

The pillars presenting themselves seemed self-explanatory, but the symbol in the center was a mystery. He carefully examined the bubble gum beauty as she spoke, thinking up a clever response. “I guess it really all depends on whether you two are innocent souls, or just as naughty as me. I can’t confidently say that I am merely a witness... Unless they are talking about witnessing the fine ass before me.” He gestured grandly to the bent over Xinyi with his arms, causing him to catch the tattoos riddling his limbs in the corner of his eye.

They weren’t normal tattoos, however, as it seemed as if the ink was slowly moving if one focused hard enough. “Well now, I don’t remember getting these puppies.” He rubbed his left arm, the ink not letting up.

Already things were off to a bad start. Daisy sighed, placing a palm on her face in response to the boy’s comments about Xinyi. That was not enough to distract her from the very distinct absence of fears over the boy’s head however.

’How very strange. The second person I’ve seen who’s mind holds no fears. Why?’ She questioned the strange coincidence, the very unusual nature of this occurrence briefly distracting her from the puzzle at hand.

She didn’t speak but instead took out her notepad and started writing down the markings on the stone. She figured if she assembled all the features on paper she could start assembling a theory of solving this conundrum.

Funny how I spent the first Blight fighting for my life to now want to die during the time-span of this one…’ Xinyi thought after overhearing the other guy’s comment. (Though she wasn’t gonna correct him, she did have a fine ass) Besides, there more important things to worry about other than an overly verbal pervert, like this puzzle that would surely kill them if they didn’t figure it out.

Though she couldn’t exactly put a finger on what the symbols WITNESS and MURDERER were supposed to mean, the abstractness of the whole thing beginning to make her head hurt. And there was also the matter of the tattoos on their bodies, and despite not knowing their purpose, she had an inkling that it wasn’t anything good.

Drake sighed as no one seemed to respond to his riddled question about whether the two girls considered themselves witnesses. ‘Obviously no one has a fucking sense of humor.’ His gaze traveled over to the ginger-haired girl who was now scribbling in a notepad. Without a second thought, Drake walked over to the small girl and snatched the notepad, tossing it far behind him. It made a thud as it hit the stone wall on the opposite end of the pit.

“How about instead of writing in your little notebook, you speak to us about your thoughts? Otherwise, I don’t see how we will get fucking anywhere.” Drake walked away with his hands behind his head, thoroughly annoyed that the others weren’t using their heads, or so he thought. With his eyes closed, he began again with his monotone voice, “Now, since there are three pedestals and three of us. I imagine that we are to decide who fits on which pedestal as pinky said. AND, I think that you two really don’t want to wait and find out which category I fit in, so I suggest you two speak up, get out of your own heads, and get on the damn pedestals first.”

Just like that, she was torn from her train of thought just as easily as her notebook was torn from her hands, thrown aside without any care for what she was doing. Daisy would have exclaimed in surprise but her voice caught in her throat as the boy approached her, talking down to her with an annoyed tone. Right about then she was flustered to the point where communicating effectively was quite improbable.

“Ah… Ah…” Was all the sound she was able to make, her voice shaking as she stuttered. Her little hands shook as a cocktail of emotions poisoned her. Emotions like embarrassment, rage, indignity and fright. Not standing a second longer she scrambled off past the rude student and after her notebook. On knees that shook, her balance most precarious, she stumbled over and picked up the notebook, brushing off the dirt and other debris from it. Finally finding the page she was at she looked over the notes, making sure the page wasn’t damaged by the careless treatment it just received.

She turned to face the other two, breath slight bit ragged and her teeth grit. Despite the indignity of it, all this was not the time to get caught up in her own turmoil. As much as she hated it the urgency that the boy spoke of was real. Still, there was a purpose behind her actions, something a thoughtless brute such as that student she didn’t know wouldn’t understand.

“Y-you don’t under-know which p-pedestals we stand on… Which-Rr!-” This was just utterly frustrating for her. Her words were getting tangled just coming out from her mouth. At this point they were just going to go on ahead, talking over her before she could even communicate a single coherent idea of hers. She believed that the titles for the pedestals didn’t necessarily have to be related to their natures, they could've simply been roles assigned for them to play out based on…

“The t-tattoos!” She blurted, the realization cutting into her sentence midway. Giving up on speaking she started writing down the tattoo that was on her arm, rolling up her sleeve to see more of the tattoo that was on her arm. It was then that she noticed a section was missing. A look of concern overrode her flustered expression in a flash, her eyes looking up and darting about to scan the room once more. Something had changed.

This dude really is being a little ass huh?’ Xinyi wasn’t able to stop him from throwing the smaller girl’s notebook across the pit, but she was about ready to kick him in his throat. Listening to him only pissed her off even more.

She watched as Daisy had scrambled to get her notebook and truly couldn’t utter a single word without stuttering. There was a small pang of pity for the girl, a pity that had only furthered her ever-growing hatred for the little pervert who had made a comment earlier. Xinyi finally spoke to him, her voice antagonizing and laced with sarcasm. “If you want to stand on the pillars despite the fact we don’t have the slightest clue about the actual solution to the puzzle, go ahead genius. Can’t promise I won’t laugh when you die though.” Xinyi shrugged passive-aggressively. “Though if your stupid mistake ends up killing all three of us, at least it’ll be better than this current situation.

She walked closer to Daisy. If he tried something again he surely wasn’t gonna get away with it.

Drake’s temper was very close to exploding as he watched the two girls struggle to hold their ground. “You have some nerve picking that notebook back up after I told you to stop. You think we have time to be writing this shit down when it’s useless? These blights are thirty minutes. We don’t have time for your meek little shenanigans.” His focus then went to the pink haired girl as he walked closer.

“And you. You’re five-foot little girl, don’t fuck with me. You two better get on those damn ‘Witness’ pedestals before I lose my patience. I don’t think we really need to decide who the hell is the murderer here.” His expression remained stone cold as he came face to face with the pink-haired girl. “You two don’t have any brighter ideas, so I am making the move. Now get up before I break the arms on both of you.” He balled both of his fists, ready to sock the girl’s face if worse came to worse. There was no need for violence, as he clearly needed them to get out alive, but threats, on the other hand, were free to fly.

Daisy was trying her hardest to shut the awful man out. She wasn’t terrifyingly scared of him but she couldn’t let him continue to pressure her this way. The fact he was so caught up in trying to bully them into going his way in a life or death situation was detestable. Thankfully she wasn’t alone with him.

Xinyi having stood up for her was a definite confidence boost. While she wasn’t all too keen on the prospect she was ready to back her up with her word if things turned violent. All she’d need is a little time.

“We do.” She answered back to him, remaining short-spoken to simplify communication. As usual when she was less flustered her voice was flatter, less emotive. Her face was stony, a mild hint of her irritation with him showing.

“You go. We’ll handle it.” With that she tried to dismiss him, opting to turn her mind back to the real danger at hand, the puzzle. She looked back up to see that the missing portions of the tattoos were filling in on the walls. Using the carvings to fill in the rest of her portion of the image she could see that it started to resemble the tail of a centipede. Well, that’s what it seemed to be. Her artistic skills were disappointingly lacking so it was more a very rough looking sketch of what the tattoo looked like.

Xinyi was preparing herself for what surely was going to be a start of a fight as she had a few more words to spit at the man, though because Daisy seemed to be withdrawing from the confrontation she did the same.

She followed Daisy’s gaze to what seemed to be their tattoos blown-up to full size on the walls, appearing in synchronization with the disappearance of the tattoos that were on their bodies. “Okay, so that’s clearly some sick version of an hourglass and I do not want to find out what happens when all the sand builds up on the other side. So we’re going to figure out the puzzle before that happens.

She had then returned her attention to the unreadable symbol that was on the floor of the pit. “I just wish we understood what this other symbol is supposed to mean.” Xinyi reached down to touch it as if it would somehow magically give her the answer that she needed.

Drake was oozing frustration. The two girls were definitely lucky that he needed them, otherwise he would wring their necks. Perhaps he still could at a later time. He did have lots of dogs he needed to further manipulate. These two girls could be their next project... All he really knew though was that he was in dire need of a cigarette.

“You two get yourselves killed. I’ll actually do something, and hope to use you two as meat shields when we fail this puzzle.” He walked over to the pedestals, resisting the urge to push over the pink haired teen as she was once again focusing on the useless symbol etched into the floor. He was now facing the ‘murderer’ pedestal, with which he easily hopped up onto. Upon placing his weight on the cylindrical stone, it began to sink slowly to the floor. This occurrence definitely made the theory that they were supposed to stand on these pedestals true.

“Well, you two come join me when you finally come to your senses and realize the only thing we can fucking do is this.” He crossed his arms as he now stood at ground level, the outline of the pedestal below him. The two girls clearly didn’t know their place, so threatening them further would be useless.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Not having that other student around was helpful since they could now solve the puzzle in peace. While they had little time there was never time for mistakes. She approached Xinyi, standing behind her.

“May I… See your tattoo?” She asked her, notepad and pen at the ready so she could write down Xinyi’s part of the centipede. She figured she could deduce what sections their tattoos denoted without the need of seeing the boy’s tattoos via elimination. She was also beginning to concoct a theory on how to figure out where they need to stand without having to worry about the nature of the pedestal’s writings. She saw this as a puzzle, not a trial.

Xinyi stared daggers at the boy as he hopped onto the stone platform. Truly he was putting them all at risk by being so impulsive. Though he did have somewhat of a point, even if it was a poor one. They really didn’t have much time to solve the puzzle, and although she’d prefer to solve to solve the puzzle in a more methodological way, there wasn’t much time to do that.

Despite those thoughts, she kept quiet and held out her arm so that Daisy could clearly see the tattoos, which were disappearing at an alarming pace.