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Ayame Tanaka

"I'd like it if you'd just give me a chance. I'm warning you though that I'll bite-back if necessary!"{WIP}

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a character in “Onigokko”, originally authored by γƒœγ‚―γ‚»γƒ«γ‘γ‚ƒγ‚“, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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Fundamentals
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Ayame Tanaka

[ Age ]
Seventeen

[ Gender ]
Female

[ Sexuality ]
Homosexual

[ Alignment ]
Chaotic Good?

[ Face Claim ]
Miyazono Kaori || Your Lie in April

[ Character Type ]
Human
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Inner Soul
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[ Brief Personality ]
She was raised to have her own opinion and question everything around her, and thus she is very open minded, but also won't just accept the reality she is given. She doesn't understand why some people are so set in their ways and refuse to hear different ways of doing things, and she doesn't understand why some people hate or dislike things they don't know or understand yet. She believes there is much more to the world that you can see, if you just open your mind up to it, as well as new ideas. She comes off as a very playful and carefree person, regardless of the situation she usually finds a way to enjoy herself or make light of it. Although she knows something might be serious, she is not one to panic or think something is the end of the world. She knows life is short, and should be lived accordingly.

She is a very determined individual, and works hard to better herself in every way possible every day. She's extremely driven, and when she has a goal or goals, she will not stop until they are accomplished.

She grew up as an independent person, never choosing to rely on anyone for anything. Being babied or underestimated is something she loathes. She makes sure people know that she isn't someone to be protected, she can take care of herself. Her independent nature becomes plain in the thing she does, with no thought of ever becoming dependent on anyone. Trust is something that's very hard to earn with her. If you ever give her a reason to, she will treasure you as a friend. She hates the feeling of being let down, and it's easier just to never let herself trust anyone. Ayame is very open with her affection when it comes to the people that she care about. She doesn't hide her feelings, and is usually very expressive if the situation allows such a thing. When it comes to people she dislikes, however, she is often really cold and overly sarcastic towards. She tends to care less about said people. People who have done her wrong or crossed her, though, should stay far away from her.

One thing Ayame can do without question is being honest. No matter what, she will always tell you the truth, however hard it may be. She doesn't like the idea of deceiving someone by lying, and finds it better to be candid instead. The truth may be harsh, but she puts it out there anyway. In turn, Ayame doesn't really like it when people lie to her either, and can usually tell when they are. As candid as she is with others, Ayame has been rarely honest with herself.


[ Dark Secret ]
Ayame has some extremely sticky fingers. When she was younger, she used to steal from family and strangers alike, knowing full well that it was wrong. Though she would never really use the money on herself. She's also not as "rainbow, lollipops and sunshine" as she makes herself out to be.
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Memoirs
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[ Brief History ]
The sickeningly sweet smell of citrus, blinding bright sunshine and the rare thunder-storm would be the perfect description of Ayame's life. She was born into a middle, slightly upper class, family. She was relatively healthy as a child, despite being slightly anemic at the time. Ayame was extremely outgoing when she was young.
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Stats & Abilities
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[ Abilities ]
Persistence
She isn't one to easily be knocked down. Even in the most hopeless of situations she will always get back up again. She's like a huge pimple on your nose on picture day, you can't get rid of it. When she is hit in battle, she will gain one strength, when the battle ends, her strength resets to normal.

Sleight of Hand
Ayame has a fifty percent chance of successfully stealing "borrowing" something and getting away with it. The other fifty percent would be a rather unpleasant montage of Ayame being chased around by the cops.

Dissimulation
Ayame is well versed in the act of hiding her true intentions/feelings and putting on a much more appealing mask. Basically, she becomes Kristen Steward in Twilight.

The Flow of Trust
IIFF, Ayame is somehow able to finally trust you {which is harder than playing and completing Dark Souls:Prepare To Die Edition}, their actions will effect her sanity and will.

[ Hit Points ]
65/65

[ Strengh ]
Ten

[ Defense ]
Five

[ Magic ]
Zero

[ M.Defense ]
Three

[ Agility ]
Sixteen

[ Evasion ]
Thirteen

[ Will ]
Sixteen

[ Sanity ]
Seventeen
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Did someone say...FREE CHESE!?
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So begins...

Ayame Tanaka's Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-----Ayame listened to the club Pres. insane ramblings as she devoured the cookies, even then it has been just fragments of what was actually being said. Something about "Holy Grail War", "The Legend of the Seven Warriors from Hell", "Phantoms", and other things as crazy as that. Though, it did sound quite interesting from the little bits and pieces of the conversation she was getting. Although she never experienced anything that would be considered paranormal, she still did believe such things existed. It was one of the very reasons that she decided the Occult & Horror Club.

-----She wasn't even aware that someone was approaching her until she felt the vibrations of the ladle hitting the desk. She looked up and she: saw a black haired female towering over here. Well, not truly towering over here, as there was only a three inch height difference between, thought it felt as if she was towering over Ayame. "You gluttonous fool! Have you no shame for your sins?". 'Well, if I'm doing such a thing now, of course I don't.' is what she wanted to say, her more dismal side raising its ugly head, but she kept the thought to herself to keep the situation from worsening. "Well, have you nothing to say for yourself, criminal?"She continued to eat the cookies in front of her.

-----"Actually, I do have something to say for myself. I, sincerely....do not regret my life decisions!" And with that said, she turned around and made a b-line for the open window near the center of the room. Ayame went into a full out sprint, weaving past the obstacles in her path. She knew full well that they were on the third story of the school building, but that didn't faze her. Once she reached the window sill, she used her left foot to push off of and gracefully jumped out the window, into the pouring rain and plummeting towards the ground.

-----She felt no remorse. This girl was playing Yuzuki for a fool and she would not have it. She raised her ladle to give her a good clonk on the head, only to find the girl made a break for it. With a snarl, she brandished her ladle one more time and made a run right after the girl. "Ungrateful brat. I'll teach you some manners!" She called as she ran, hopping atop one of the desks and hopping fearlessly out the same window that the blonde girl had jumped out of not a moment before. Being a Magus required, to some extent, being sound in one's body as well as in magic. And when her mind was set to something, she would go to near any lengths to get what she wanted. Today, in this moment, she wanted to punish this girl for her misbehavior.

-----Her ladle proved to be a handy tool in getting down. She knew how to use this thing for more than just soups. With the wetness outside, it would be hard for just her hands to keep a grip. As she fell to the second-story window, her free hand and her ladle both reached for the windowsill there. Lucky for her, despite the fact that her hand slipped, her ladle held on just long enough for her to stabilize her grip. The other girl had just hit the ground by the time Yuzuki reached the window. Looking down, Yuzuki spotted the girl roll when she hit the ground, definitely softening what would have been a leg-shattering drop. Scoffing at the blonde, Yuzuki paid no attention to the rain as she kept her focus on the runaway.

-----Dropping to the first story and kicking off the windowsill, she landed on the wet grass. The fall hurt just a little bit, but she had kept herself fairly safe during the fall. Unfortunately the cost of that was letting the other girl get a head start. She was fast, that much was for certain. Even after a fall like that, she was still almost in a full sprint. Losing here was no option for Yuzuki, and this was shown in how she took off in a full sprint. The other girl was definitely faster and probably had more stamina to boot. Yuzuki was really damning herself right now for not kicking the smokes years ago when she started... Yet, at the same time, she really wanted one now. "Stop now, blondie! Surrender now and I can still show you some mercy!" She shouted after the cookie glutton. "But keep up this chase, and I swear, you will see the gates of Hell open before you!" Her voice held back none. She was ready to pursue this girl to the ends of the earth. But for her own sake, she was hoping this threat would get her to at least slow down...

-----She heard a soft thump as her pursuer landed below the window, the one that she had just recently jumped out of. Though Ayame was still ahead, in fact, she was managing to put some distance between the two. Possibly she would relent and decide to go back to the club room and Ayame could just sneak in at a later time. But from the looks of it, she wasn't going to be giving up. Once she shouted her threat, she did consider stopping, she also considered the rumor's that she had heard about the girls ladle, and she wasn't willing to take that big of a risk. She continued at her pace, though she had involuntarily slowed down.

-----She was nearly soaked to the bone in rain, though the thought had just occurred that she may get a cold if she stayed out in the rain for any longer. She took a glance behind her and saw that her pursuer still was a ways away from her. With a short burst of strength, she put a little more distance between them before she gradually slowed down until she came to a stop. She was almost out of breath, though she could possibly keep running if she wished to.

-----It appeared to Yuzuki that this girl was a complete idiot. Even after being issued a threat like that she persisted in running away. But for the sake of the club's festivities, Yuzuki decided to wait another minute to let her stop. After that, there would be no mercy to be found. For the time being, all she could really do was continue to pursue and attempt to forget that her breath was getting harder and harder in this rain. The weather didn't seem to bother her any, despite also being drenched right through her clothing. Her grip on her ladle was solid as it had ever been as she tried to bring herself closer and closer to her target.

-----She had only barely managed to keep her target in her eyes the whole while. But eventually, far past the one-minute mark, she found the blonde stopped and searching for breath. She definitely had time to catch a little bit by the time Yuzuki caught up to her. Stopping but three feet before her, the baker's exhaustion caught up to her. She took a knee and raised her ladle up. "S... Stop right... There!" Her breathing was exasperated, making no effort to show that she was growing tired. "You dumbass... Just... Go... Back to the club room." She didn't look like she was about to chase any further through the cold rain.


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Character Portrait: Yuzuki Yotsuki Character Portrait: Troph Character Portrait: Important NPC's Character Portrait: Ayame Tanaka Character Portrait: Sakumoto Ryusuke Character Portrait: Sin Sakumoto
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'Extra Player Theory?!' The mere mention of these words stirred Troph from any half-awoken state he might have been in at the time. However, as Haruka delved more into the context of the Theory, Troph's train of thought quickly succumbed to confusion.

Content with Haruka's answer, albeit a little confused because of her complicated theories, Troph nodded. Having no further questions, he was ready to begin the ritual once everyone else was situated.

Until...

"WAIT! If you fall from this height, who knows how much fall damage you'll sustain!" Troph called out, reaching for Ayame and Yuzuki who were both already out the window.

Upon realizing he was too late to stop them, Troph leaned against the window sil in defeat.

"Uwah~ Mama gets so serious when it comes to her cooking." Troph commented in a state of false bliss, enjoying the view of their 'game of tag'.(Huehuehuehuehue~)

All in all Troph was ready to get this show on the road. Retreating from the window sill, he stepped onto the chalk circle, while grabbing an extra cookie or two along the way.

"Ready when you are, kaichou."

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Ryusuke was skeptical with Haruka's explanation. There was simply no fact or reason to it. While those two words rarely applied to the supernatural, Ryusuke refused to pile his hopes on wishful thinking.

'Hope it works? You're not serious, are you?'

Despite his thoughts on the situation, Ryusuke reluctantly made his way over to the chalk circle and awaited whatever was to come of this so-called ritual.

As he waited for the others, his mind slipped over to his brother.

'That's kinda weird. Sin is usually already here by now. Don't tell me he forgot where the clubroom is again...' Ryusuke thought, a tinge of worry affixed upon his naturally scowling face.

'Whatever... It's not like he's a kid anymore. He can take care of his own problems.'

Dismissing his earlier doubts and worries, Ryusuke crossed his arms, becoming more impatient with each second he had to wait.

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

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

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

"Just-"

"Geez."

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

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

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

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


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

"..."

"...Haruka!"

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


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

"Thank you... Master..."

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

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

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


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"If a sacrifice is necessary, Ayame would do," Maina thought to herself as she watched the blonde girl down more cookies than one could count. It was somewhat amazing how someone with such a slim figure could possibly eat so much, but the little red-head, Milo, was capable of eating just as much, only not in such a timely fashion. Ayame's gluttonous behavior quickly triggered a reaction from the baker of the Horror Club, and within moments the two were leaping out a window. This was the sort of activity that gave the club it's unique reputation, but it also made it more entertaining.

It wasn't long before their just leader was ready to begin, the shenanigans caused by Ayame barely making a dent in Haruka's plans. As they gathered around in a circle, the two club members who'd leaped form the window returning and looking rather soaked from the rain, there was an odd feeling slowly building up in Main's chest. She couldn't quite figure out what the feeling was, and chose to ignore it as best she could. If she'd been aware of the events that would take place as soon as the passage was finished being read, perhaps she would've changed her mind about participating in this activity, but how could any of them know that a tragedy was soon to take place? Every other activity that Haruka would throw at them only ended in mischievous fun, but it seemed their president had dug a little too deep this time.

Maina's eyes may have been the first to lay upon the shadow that Haruka had likely summoned before Justin pointed it out. Normally, Maina would instantly shift into a fighting stance and ready herself for danger, but as the circle drawn on the floor began to glow a fierce red, she found she'd lost all control of her body. The feeling that had been itching at her only seconds ago made sense to her now as she struggled to move even an inch, but it only took a second for her to forget about the restraint put on her muscles as Justin was sliced in two. The only thought running through her head now was whether the shadow would kill them all now, or if Justin was a mere sacrifice for the start of something more sinister.

She clenched her teeth, the only movement she was capable of preforming at this point, as pain shot through her entire body. It seemed like it would last for hours, but as darkness engulfed her, she suddenly felt like her body no longer existed. The sounds of her classmates blurred and vanished until there was nothing left.

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"Oi, Hawke....wake up shooting rather than swinging..."

Dark lashes quivered gently as Maina's consciousness began to restore itself. She could hear a familiar voice, albeit faint, and her skin felt somewhat damp as if the air around her was heavy with liquid. Her eyes opened and she stared at the dark sky for a moment, moving her fingers and toes to make sure the numbness she had felt before had left her. Thankfully, she could move again, and the forced herself to move into a sitting position.

"I won't accept any friendly fire."

That was Troph's voice. She turned her head in the direction the sound came from, making out two shapes that looked to be Varren, still unconscious, and the fedora wearing gamer that was trying to shake Varren awake. Maina picked herself up off the ground and brushed off her skirt, strands of grass falling around her feet as she did so. Taking another moment to examine her surroundings, she could see the body of Shizuka laying on the ground only a few feet from where Maina was. The older girl seemed unharmed, which gave Maina a sense of relief, and would likely wake up soon as well. Maina decided she would make her way over to Troph first, since they were the only two conscious at the moment, to let him know that she had come to.

"It's apparent that we're outside, but this place isn't familiar to me." She stopped beside Troph, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. She could barely make out the shapes in the distance, but felt no need to activate her hawk eyes. Not at this moment, at least. They'd be exploring the area soon enough, anyway.

"Troph-san, do you have a marker on you by chance? Preferably a permanent one," she said as she knelt down beside him, resting her eyes on Varren's face as she spoke.

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

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

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

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

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

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As the senseless chatter between the president and vice-president carried on, Ryusuke was just about ready to leave, his patience reaching it's climax.

Noticing his younger brother, Sin wander in right as the ritual was about to begin, Ryusuke quickly changed his mind. He honestly wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Sin. Ryusuke had to keep him in check and make sure he stayed safe, as was his duty as an older brother.

"Sin... Did you seriously get lo-"

Ryusuke opened his mouth to scold his brother for being tardier than him, but his voice was cut short as the president finished her incantation.

A sudden rush of intense pressure enveloped the room and froze Ryusuke in place. As if being controlled by some outside force, his eyes made their way to the center of the room where a terrifying creature seemed to tower over Haruka. Being only feet away, Ryusuke's first instinct was to punch it. But for some odd reason, he lacked the capability to even breathe. Was he afraid? Had he been utterly paralyzed by fear? No... Something of this caliber wouldn't shake Ryusuke's will that easily.

Before Ryusuke was even able to construct another thought, the sudden chain of events fell through too quickly for any one man to comprehend. Justin's death, the soul-rending pain, the black out that seemed as if it would never come. Ryusuke simply couldn't fathom it all.

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β€œUaahhh… The hell happened here…?”

Waking up second in the hospital room, Ryusuke was definitely not amused. He could still recall what had happened back inside the classroom. That shadowy son of bitch that had appeared after the ritual and how he’d killed Justin. If he ever got his hands on whatever that thing was, things would definitely not end pretty.

From what Ryusuke could gather, that thing was probably responsible for throwing them in here and knocking them out earlier. Whatever it was, it had succeeded in making him go from calm to angry to really-damn-pissed-off in only a couple seconds. And to him, that was really quite an achievement.

His anger would have to hold, though. From what he could tell in the dimly lit room, it was nowhere in sight. Instead, a couple of the club members were there, although they were clearly missing quite a bit of them.

Standing up, he began to make his way towards the two other standing figures he could make out in the darkness.

'Tanaka and... Gensou?'
While taking note of the two with him, Ryusuke's mind wandered elsewhere.

'Where the hell is Sin at? Don't tell me he's alone... Or maybe he's already...'

The mere thought enraged Ryusuke to a point where he considered tearing apart the entire room, without any thought to how it could effect the others. Right now, every sensory organ in his body was on fire. Blinded by his rage, Ryusuke's senses actually appeared to be somewhat heightened. Or was it something more...

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[Ability Activated: Sixth Sense] Having been raised to fight like an animal when necessary, Ryusuke has developed a sort of sixth sense. While he can't see or directly interact with them, Ryusuke can feel when otherworldly entities are nearby.


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'What is this presence?...'

As this single thought entered Ryusuke's mind, a voice suddenly spoke up.

''Before you ask, I do not know where we are... exactly but we seem to be in an old hospital judging from the sign above the exit of this room... I took the liberty to check you for injuries...''

Ryusuke turned towards the new voice. He couldn't instantly tell that whoever it was, he was not familiar with them in the slightest. A complete stranger and potential threat, if anything.

Ryusuke simply stared at the man as a frightened animal would, while being cornered by an assailant. He didn't trust this man. He didn't like this man. He wanted to rip this man apart. Above all else, Ryusuke feared this man.

While it was dim, Ryusuke felt a sinister force emitting from Nixyn. He couldn't tell if it was the man himself or some mark that was placed on him. All he could tell that it was bad.

As Nixyn began to go on and Ryusuke became a little puzzled, while still maintaining his glare.

'What does this monster take me for? Who does he think he is talking as if hes a human being? I know what you really are...'

As Nixyn finished giving out his name, Ryusuke wasted no time in giving his response.

"If you even take one step closer to me, I'll tear you limb from limb you fucking demon."

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




Nixyn looked at one of the people he helped shake awake but gently, getting a cold shiver down his back and paling as he was called a demon. Though he was not one and he was very aware of that... But he knew he was not pure either. He just looked at Ryusuke for a moment, looking at him up and down to really take his appearance in then folded his arms and frowned. Tilting his head and tapping his foot at the guy. ''By all means, make friends but insulting people. I am sure you will be a good catch.'' He was being sarcastic, clearly. He stood up straight, moving his red hair from his face some in thought before continuing as he looked at the young man. ''If I was a demon, why would I be here? It doesn't look like I have comrades here that will help me whisk away after devouring your souls.'' He got a bit amused and started wiggling his fingers at Ryusuke, grinning and laughing a bit. ''So you may become my expendable men in arms WoooOOOoooOOo~'' He went dead pan in the face and the niceties were gone, at least for now with Ryusuke. ''Cut the bullshit. You'll live with my 'demonic' presence just a little while until we can get out. Then you can sanctify me and curse my name all you want when we are free. As for now we are stuck together and clearly I am not going to attack you. So lets just agree to disagree mm?''

He looked at one of the others in the room to find one was a Hybrid, blond with cat like hues. He would not lie, it was a bit... off putting but only because of his history and past. But he certainly wasn't going to single anyone out even though himself already was in Ryusuke's eyes. He also looked at the young girl, blonde as well and blue eyed. His eyes were somewhat unnatural with their paleness but otherwise blue green in tone. He smiled at both of them, bowing his head in greetings the next before tilting his head at them. ''So, am I the big bad wolf to you too mm?'' He chuckled a bit in amusement but his face went serious. He had to know that at least someone could work with him. If not, he would still help - of course - But it would be simply... harder to do so.

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Kirio stared at the wall.. for.. around 30 minutes now, and the reason was because- well hell he wasnt sure what to think. To put it simply, he currently felt like a cat that was going through some mental trauma and all he was capable of doing is blanking out rather idiotically. It was only a couple minutes later that his body became responsive and it was after his hybrid senses slipped out of its dormant state (from hiding his species for a while) and began to feel the dark powers around him. This brought a tingle down his spine, and surely the grin that was creeping on his face was from ear to ear. 'We are not all human.' His cat like eyes slid to each people in the room, and his orbs gleamed with curious intent. 'I can finally be a little more open.' Kirio felt the magic rush through his body, 'Or maybe a bit more.' He stiffled a cackle.

"Well what I miss!" He chirped, looking around lost. "Oh yeah, we got sent here.." He sniffed the air, smelling awful chemicals and cleaning materials, definitely a hospital. 'Well now what.' He thought, feeling a bit bored, and that was.. well boring and bad, possible destructive. Looking towards the other people in the room, his eyes sought out two in particular- the ones with the bad vibe. He lived for interesting chaos. ''So you may become my expendable men in arms WoooOOOoooOOo~'' He went dead pan in the face and the niceties were gone, at least for now with Ryusuke. ''Cut the bullshit. You'll live with my 'demonic' presence just a little while until we can get out. Then you can sanctify me and curse my name all you want when we are free. As for now we are stuck together and clearly I am not going to attack you. So lets just agree to disagree mm?''

He blinks, and suddenly he was seen giggling, holding his stomach from the pain of joy. 'So, am I the big bad wolf to you too mm?'' He looked up at the man, his eyes filled with tears, "Hahaha~! Of course not! Maybe big, but not bad. Just funny." He paused, before giggling even more, "Interesting too" He had to pay this man back for making him feel laughter, been awhile since Kirio.. was restricted from other activities. 'But maybe not anymore?'
"oh yeah.. um." Where were his human manners, "My name is Kirio Gensou, or well Kiri for short if you didnt know! What's your name Wolf-San?" He glanced at the others, wondering if they'll spill any information as well. Kiri hated being in a situation he was unknown about, even if it was really fun.

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Sentinel || Noisestorm




Nixyn turned to the one he was questioning about him being the 'big bad wolf' and smiled pearly whites at the young man before holding the back of his neck, looking to the side, easily embarrassed by flattery it seemed but only by men he found attractive. But of course, he would not openly say that, it would be bad timing at the moment in a room surrounded in blood, bodily fluids and bleach... All the things he hated smelling, perhaps someone from down stairs was having a chuckle at his predicament. He huffed air from his nose at the thought and cleared his throat before looking back up at the man's seemingly golden feline hues with his pale bright blue ones.

Smiling away at the young man before walking up to him, standing up tall and broad but clearly relaxed, even in his presence and in the room, completely... perhaps unnaturally calm to the situation at hand. Standing before Kirio, he respectfully bowed his head before speaking, his Latvian accent clear but English vocabulary remarkable. ''I do try to lighten the mood. Thank you.'' He couldn't stop smiling at the moment, a bit caught up in the moment actually as he put his hand out to Kirio, laughing a bit as being called a wolf and for that he 'woofed' at the man with a playful smirk before going on to introduce himself. ''Nice to meet you Kirio, my name is Nixyn Issac Yale. You can call me Nix for short if you prefer it.'' And there he was, smiling again, he swore his cheekbones were starting to ache at this point.

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